Chronology of Love

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<<set $EChastity to 0, $EHidePepper to 0, $ESeenLingerie to 0, $EGirlyDress to 0>>\ <<set $DrawingA to 0>>\ <<if $HeelsA is 0 or $HeelsA is -2>><<set $HeelsA to -1>><</if>>\ <<if $EViagra is 1>><<set $ViagraA to 0, $EViagra to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $EMakeup is 1>><<set $MakeupA to 0, $EMakeup to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $ENails is 1>><<set $NailsA to 0, $ENails to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $EHeels is 1>><<set $HeelsA to -1, $EHeels to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $EDress is 1>><<set $DressA to -1, $EDress to 0>><</if>>\ <<set $EPlug to 0>>\ <<if $DressA lte 0>><<set $DressA to -1>><</if>>\ <<if $CCA is 1>><<set $CCA to 0>><</if>>\ <<if $LingerieA is 1 or $LingerieA is 0>><<set $LingerieA to -1>><</if>>\ <<set $GiftGood to 0>>\ \ \ \ <<if $BuyClamps is 0 and visited("Maid Seduce 1d") and visited("Anal Plugged 1b")>><<set $BuyClamps to 1>>//Wait a minute...the head maid at $Eric's party - she was wearing nipple clamps. As much as they bothered her, they also seemed to turn her on. Maybe they will help me cum if I also give $k the remote again.// //You've unlocked a new item at the sex store!//\ <<elseif $GiftedPicture is 1>>//The mall. The mall never changes.//\ <<elseif $GiftedFlowers is 1 and $GiftedRoses is 1 and $GiftedBracelet is 1 and $GiftedPerfume is 1 and $GiftedPerfumeExpensive is 1 and $GiftedLingerie is 1 and $BuyGift2 is 0>><<set $BuyGift2 to 1>>//$k really didn't care for a single thing I got her, huh? I suppose that vacation really did change her. But now I'm taking this as a challenge - what would she like?//\ \ <<elseif $GiftedAnklet is 1 and $GiftedTrip is 1 and $GiftedPajamas is 1 and $GiftPicture is 0 and $TalkGift is 0>><<set $TalkGift to 1>>//I'm having no luck picking out $k a gift.// //Mr Oldenstein might have something to say about that.// //The jury is still on out whether it's useful though...//\ <<else>>//The mall. The mall never changes.//<</if>> \ \ There’s [[Clothing S<-Forever Gorgeous]], an expansive clothing store that has lost you every time you’ve gone in there. Between a preowned tech shop and a cookie stall, there’s a [[Jewelry S<-small jewelers]], the same one you bought $k ‘s wedding band at. Not too far from that is [[Lingerie S<-Faced With Lace]], a lingerie shop that you believe your wife frequents. It’s not particularly encouraging that your therapist has an <<if $MetTherapist is 0>>[[Therapist 1st<-office]]\ <<elseif $TalkTime gt 0>>[[Therapist office<-office]]<<else>>office<</if>> in the mall, especially when it’s right next to the Suzie’s Creamy Delights, but it does mean you get to treat yourself to a donut after enduring his sessions. In the middle of one of the many aisles of the mall that threatens to never end, there’s a small stand, [[Flowers S<-Ferofose]], selling both perfume and flowers, a feminine targeted venture. Where there’s femininity, it apparently exists in abundance, as opposite that stall is a set of women surrounded by an army of cosmetic products under the banner \ <<if $MakeupA gt 0 or visited("Apply Makeup 1") is 0 and visited("Makeup S") gt 0 or $EBoner is 1>>[[Makeup S Fail<-"Prettier Than Thou"]]. \ <<elseif visited("Apply Makeup 1")>>[[Makeup S Actual<-"Prettier Than Thou"]]. \ <<else>>[[Makeup S<-“Prettier Than Thou”]]. <</if>>\ The yin to that yang, [[Hardware S<-Rockwood's Hardware]] store offers anything a man could want at affordable prices, according to the posters. Where femininity and masculinity meet in the most fun of ways to watch (particularly when it’s 1 masculinity on 2 femininity), there’s [[Sex S<-Spice Rack]], the only sex shop in the mall. And if you're struggling to get up, get it up, or look up, then there's [[Chemist S<-Two In The Mouth]], a drug store. Of course, what mall wouldn’t be complete without [[Toilets<-toilets]] placed between every five shops, like the people here were incapable of holding a full bladder for more than 30 seconds. <<if $TattooA is 1 and $DressA lte 0>>//I can't let $k see the tattoo, which she definitely will if she makes me wear her lingerie again.//\ <<elseif $DressA is 5 and $ConLine is 6>>[[Airport Girly Dress 1a<-Go to the airport]]\ <<elseif $DressA is 5 and $ConLine is 7>>[[Airport Girly Dress 2a<-Go to the airport]]\ <<elseif visited("Airport v2") is 3>>[[Travel agent<-Go to the airport]]\ <<elseif $DressA gt 0>>[[Airport Dress<-Go to the airport]]\ <<elseif $MakeupA gt 0>>[[Airport Makeup<-Go to the airport]]\ <<elseif $Gift is 1 and $MetTherapist is 1 and $SkipAirport is 1>>[[Airport v2<-Go to the airport]]\ <<elseif $Gift is 1 and $MetTherapist is 1>>[[Airport<-Go to the airport]]\ <<elseif $MetTherapist is 0 and $Gift is 0>>//I need to get $k a gift. Oh, and to visit Mr Oldenstein. Who could forget that to do something that fun?//\ <<elseif $MetTherapist is 0 and $Gift is 1>>//I still need to visit Mr Oldenstein, though I wouldn't complain if a meteor felt like paying him a visit first.//\ <<elseif $MetTherapist is 1 and $Gift is 0>>//I still need to get $k a gift. Well, maybe not "need". But it'd be nice.//<</if>> <<if $ConMove isnot 4>>\ <<elseif $DressA is -1 or $HeelsA is -1 or $MakeupA is 0 or $HatA is 0>>//This isn't enough of a disguise to follow $k to New Hattan.// <<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("You need to wear a new piece of clothing on your body, some new shoes, a hat, and something to obscure your face.");<</script>><</button>> \ <<elseif $ConMove is 4>>[[New Hattan 1a<-Follow your wife to New Hattan]] <</if>>\ <<if $ConLine isnot 4>>\ <<elseif $DressA is -1 or $HeelsA is -1 or $MakeupA is 0 or $HatA is 0>>//This isn't enough of a disguise to eavsdrop on $k .// <<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("You need to wear a new piece of clothing on your body, some new shoes, a hat, and something to obscure your face.");<</script>><</button>> \ <<else>>[[Line Eavsdrop 1a<-Eavesdrop on your wife's conversation with Danielle]] <</if>>\ <<if $ConChem is 0>>\ <<elseif $TattooA is 0 and visited("Tattoo 1a") is 0>>[[Tattoo 1a<-Get a tattoo]]\ <<elseif $TattooA is 0>>[[Tattoo 2a<-Get a tattoo]]\ <<elseif $TattooA is 1>>[[Mall<-Undo the tattoo][$TattooA to 0]]<</if>>

[[Mall<-Return]] You’re only 5 steps from the entrance, and already the security guard feels a thousand miles away. If you had a package of breadcrumbs, you’d be tempted to carefully <<if $Ran1 is 1>>place<<elseif $Ran1 is 2>>plant<<elseif $Ran1 is 3>>hide<</if>> them in a line to mark your path, with maybe 2 meters between each crumb so that it’d be harder for other <<if $Ran2 is 1>>people<<elseif $Ran2 is 2>>shoppers<<elseif $Ran2 is 3>>sales statistics<</if>> to catch on. [img[Images/Clothing S.jpg]] //Knowing my luck, there’ll be a <<if $Ran3 is 1>>duck<<elseif $Ran3 is 2>>pigeon<<elseif $Ran3 is 3>>dog on a high-carb diet<</if>> 3 meters behind me, swallowing each crumb as I drop it.// <<if $BuyGlasses is 0>>\ <<elseif $Glasses1 is 0>>Buy yourself a [[Clothing S<-pair of spectacles][$Glasses1 to 1]]. \ <<elseif $Glasses1 is 1>>You've already bought these spectacles. //I wonder if they make me look smarter. If I doubled up, people might think I’m a genius.// <</if>>\ <<if $BuyGift2 is 0>>\ <<elseif $GiftPajamas is 0>>Buy $k a [[Clothing S<-set of pajamas][$GiftPajamas to 1]]. \ <<else>>You've already bought a set of pajamas for $k . <</if>>\ <<if $BuyHeels is 0>>\ <<elseif $Heels2 is 1>>You've already bought a pair of black heels. \ <<else>>Buy yourself a pair of [[Clothing S<-black heels][$Heels2 to 1]]. <</if>>\ <<if $BuyHeels is 0>>\ <<elseif $Heels1 is 1>>You've already bought a pair of red heels. \ <<else>>Buy yourself a pair of [[Clothing S<-red heels][$Heels1 to 1]]. <</if>>\ <<if $BuyHeels is 0>>\ <<elseif $Heels3 is 1>>You've already bought a pair of pink heels. \ <<else>>Buy yourself a pair of [[Clothing S<-pink heels][$Heels3 to 1]]. <</if>>\ <<if $BuyHat is 0>>\ <<elseif $BuyHat is 1>>Buy yourself [[Clothing S<-a hat][$BuyHat to 2]] \ <<elseif $BuyHat is 2>>//With eyes as beautiful as mine, it's almost a shame to cover them up with a hat.// <</if>>\ <<if $BuyDress is 0>>\ <<elseif $Dress1 is 0>>Buy yourself a [[Clothing S<-red dress][$Dress1 to 1]] \ <<elseif $Dress1 is 1>>You've already bought yourself a red dress. <</if>>\ <<if $BuyDress is 0>>\ <<elseif $Dress2 is 0>>Buy yourself a [[Clothing S<-black dress][$Dress2 to 1]] \ <<elseif $Dress2 is 1>>You've already bought yourself a black dress. <</if>>\ <<if $BuyDress is 0>>\ <<elseif $Dress3 is 0>>Buy yourself a [[Clothing S<-pink dress][$Dress3 to 1]] \ <<elseif $Dress3 is 1>>You've already bought yourself a pink dress. <</if>>

[[Mall<-Return]] <<if $GiftedBracelet is 1>>The interior of the jewelers is just as you remember it from when you first bought $k an engagement ring here, and then the wedding ring, and then each and every item of jewelry you’ve bought her since. It’s not just its cheapness that attracts you, it’s the range of prices. Announcing you bought something from Plathora is a worthwhile boast, but with a couple hundred dollars on the small end, and a mortgage payment on the upper end, it’s a statement that gets much more attention than it deserves.\ <<elseif $GiftedAnklet is 1>>With the failure of the bracelet you bought $k , it's difficult to say much else in here would fare better. It might be worth getting yourself something, were it not for your fear of a certain sly coyote hiding nearby with an industrial magnet.\ <<else>>Given $k 's recently establsihed trend of giving you feminine or humiliating items to wear, a part of you considers buying yourself some jewelry, though you immediately dismiss the notion. Not only can you not justify the prices, but it might also undermine the beauty of the items you've bought $k .<</if>> [img[Images/Jewelry.jpg]] <<if $GiftBracelet is 0>>Buy $k [[Jewelry S<-a bracelet][$Gift to 1, $GiftBracelet to 1]].\ <<else>>You’ve already bought $k a bracelet.<</if>> <<if $BuyGift2 is 0>>\ <<elseif $GiftAnklet is 0>>Buy $k [[Jewelry S<-an anklet][$Gift to 1, $GiftAnklet to 1]] . \ <<else>>You’ve already bought $k an anklet. <</if>>\ <<if $BuyBribe is 0>>\ <<elseif $BuyBribe is 1>>Buy Danielle [[Jewelry S<-a necklace][$BuyBribe to 2]]. \ <<elseif $BuyBribe is 2>>You've already bought Danielle a necklace. //I hope she likes it.//\ <<elseif $BuyBribe is 3>>You've already bought Danielle a necklace. //And she liked it. If only $k was that easy to buy gifts for.//<</if>>

[[Mall<-Return]] <<if $BuyLingerie is 0>>Whilst you have been in this specific lingerie shop before, all those occasions were with your wife. Now, you’re as alone as alone can be, and sadly for you, you’re not often perceived as one of those men who’s so masculine that he’ll buy whatever he wants to see his partner in. Instead, you’re more the slim build, skittish type that telepathically screams, “please don’t bother me, I’m just buying myself some lingerie.” It’s certifiably embarrassing, and the way you manage to get yourself so worked up about it is proof that seeing a therapist might be a good idea. Thankfully, you’re familiar with $k ‘s sizing, and so getting her something that fits right shouldn’t be anymore painful than the embarrassment.\ <<elseif $BuyLingerie is 1>>The racks and mannequins which run along every wall and counter of the store, displaying intricate, slutty and prudish lingerie alike, don’t cause you the same fear they once did. Though, they succeed in turning you on still. Your inspections of lace and silk brings a similar attitude to that of an art connoisseur. Looking is fine, though not if you do it for too long. Touching is prohibited, unless you intend on buying. And if you do decide to buy something, you best make use of it.<</if>> [img[Images/Lingerie S.jpg]] <<if $GiftLingerie is 0>>[[Lingerie S<-Buy][$Gift to 1, $GiftLingerie to 1]] $k a set of lingerie.\ <<else>>You’ve already bought $k some lingerie.<</if>> <<if $BuyLingerie is 0>>\ <<elseif $Lingerie2 is 0 and $Lingerie3 is 0>>Buy yourself a [[Buy lingerie 1st<-set of black lingerie][$Lingerie2 to 1]].\ <<elseif $Lingerie2 is 0 and $Lingerie3 is 1>>Buy yourself a [[Lingerie S<-set of black lingerie][$Lingerie2 to 1]].\ <<elseif $Lingerie2 is 1 and $LingerieA is 2 and $DressA is -1>>You've already bought this set of lingerie. //And I'm wearing it right now. I wonder if the black shows through my shirt.//\ <<elseif $Lingerie2 is 1 and $LingerieA is 2 and $DressA gt 0>>//And I'm wearing it right now. I'm not sure about the bra, but these panties are surprisingly comfortable.//\ <<elseif $Lingerie2 is 1>>You've already bought this set of lingerie.<</if>> <<if $BuyLingerie is 0>>\ <<elseif $Lingerie2 is 0 and $Lingerie3 is 0>>Buy yourself a [[Buy lingerie 1st<-set of pink lingerie][$Lingerie3 to 1]].\ <<elseif $Lingerie3 is 0 and $Lingerie2 is 1>>Buy yourself a [[Lingerie S<-set of pink lingerie][$Lingerie3 to 1]].\ <<elseif $Lingerie3 is 1 and $LingerieA is 3>>You've already bought this set of lingerie. //And I'm wearing it right now. Pink always was my color.//\ <<elseif $Lingerie3 is 1>>You've already bought this set of lingerie.<</if>> <<if $BuyWhiteLingerie is 0>>\ <<elseif $BuyWhiteLingerie is 1>>Buy yourself a [[Lingerie S<-set of white lingerie][$BuyWhiteLingerie to 2]]\ <<elseif $BuyWhiteLingerie is 2>>You've already bought this set of lingerie. //At least the white should be less visisble through clothing.//\ <<elseif $BuyWhiteLingerie is 2 and $LingerieA is 4>>You've already bought this set of lingerie.<</if>>

[[Mall<-Return]] The stall, while tiny, boasts a dense packing of flowers fighting against each other for attention and electric sunlight, and bottle of perfumes so tightly packed that a single stray arm would result in hundreds of worth of damages. [img[Images/Flowers.jpg]] <<if $GiftFlowers is 0>>[[Flowers S<-Buy][$Gift to 1, $GiftFlowers to 1]] $k some flowers.\ <<else>>You’ve already bought $k some flowers.<</if>> <<if $GiftRoses is 3>>[[Flowers S<-Buy][$Gift to 1, $GiftRoses to 1]] $k some roses. \ <<elseif $GiftRoses is 1>>You’ve already bought $k some roses. <</if>>\ [img[Images/Perfume.jpg]] <<if $GiftPerfume is 0>>[[Flowers S<-Buy][$Gift to 1, $GiftPerfume to 1]] $k some Monroe perfume.\ <<else>>You’ve already bought $k some Monroe perfume.<</if>> <<if $GiftPerfumeExpensive is 3>>[[Flowers S<-Buy][$Gift to 1, $GiftPerfumeExpensive to 1]] $k some Marson perfume. \ <<elseif $GiftPerfumeExpensive is 1>>You’ve already bought $k some Marson perfume. <</if>>

<<if visited("Apply Makeup 1")>>[img[Images/Makeup stand.jpg]]Nervously approaching the pretty lady at the stall, you visibly gulp once she notices you. “Hi there, how can I help you?” It’s the time of day when the mall is so busy that you’d struggle to find a loved one, and were it Christmas time, kids would be lining up the door to sit on the lap of a large man with a beard held on by string. The hectic sensibility of the mall is reflected in the makeup stall. There are 3 women currently seated, having makeup applied to them by just as many women. If you go through with this, you’ll be noticed. Not just afterwards, when you have the makeup on, but the application, too, likely by hundreds. [[Makeup S Actual<-Ask for a makeover]] [[Mall<-Leave]]\ <<elseif visited("Makeup S") is 1>>[img[Images/Makeup stand.jpg]] [[Mall<-Return]] “Hi there, how can I help you?” A stunning girl asks, noticing your approach. //Oh my God, she’s pretty; I can see why they hired her. She could sell me a vacation home in the arctic with that level of beauty. She almost looks like $k , or maybe I’m just forgetting what she looks like after all this ”time”.// Of course, you have these thoughts whilst the girl, getting increasingly confused, and perhaps wondering if there’s a mute conference in town today, does her best to check you’re still awake. “Sir?” “Oh, hi! I’m sorry, I just have to say miss, you are absolutely beautiful.” “Aww, thank you!” She puts a hand against her chest, and were her face not decorated with many layers of powders and cream, she might be visibly blushing. Once she gets the hint that you’re not interested in any service, she gleefully returns to her work. //Listen to me, “you’re absolutely beautiful”. My wife goes away for two weeks, and I’m suddenly Casanova over here.//\ <<else>>[img[Images/Makeup stand.jpg]] [[Mall<-Return]] //Oh god, it's that pretty woman again. I can already feel my palms getting slippery. I need to start carrying around sponges, I swear.// //Did she just notice me staring? I can't talk to her again, not unless I have a good reason.//<</if>>

<<if $DressA is 0>>//Not a snowball's chance in hell would I leave the stall like this. Call it "railroading", or whatever you want, but that is a strict "no" from me.//\ <<elseif $LingerieA is 0>>//My balls already feel itchier. Underwear is available fairly cheap, and I have some in this mysteriously spacious inventory I'm carrying around anyway.//\ <<elseif $BuyHeels is 1 and $HeelsA gt 0>>//I'm going to have to practice walking with these things on first.// [[Practice heels<-Practice walking in heels][$BuyHeels to 2]]\ <<elseif $HeelsA is 0>>//Not even on a beach would I walk without shoes on.//\ <<else>>[[Mall<-Return]]<</if>> <hr> <<if $ConChem is 2>>__Pleasing Lisa__ <</if>>\ <<if $ConChem is 2 and $DressA gt 0 and $HeelsA gt 0 and $CCA is 0>>[[Shameless Cum 1<-Decorate your face in cum, then leave]] \ <<elseif $ConChem is 2>>You're not dressed appropriately to do that. <<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("You need to be wearing a dress, heels, and no chastity cage.");<</script>><</button>> <</if>>\ <<if $ConChem is 2 and $DressA is 0 and $LingerieA gt 0>>[[Shameless Lingerie 1<-Leave, in just lingerie]] <hr>\ <<elseif $ConChem is 2>>You're not dressed appropriately to do that. <<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("You need to be wearing lingerie, and no outer clothes.");<</script>><</button>> <hr><</if>>\ <<if $DressA lte 0>>Past the expected sounds of piss rinsing off ceramic urinals, toilets being flushed, and dryers being used, there’s nothing interesting about these toilets. //Not that those things are particularly interesting, mind you, but they’re sometimes hard to ignore.// Mentally, you judge the characters who are using the urinals, back to you, and guess whether they’re the type to wash their hands or not.\ <<else>>In the confines of a stall, your feminine attire draws no added attention. Leaving in it, however, will be a different story.<</if>> [img[Images/Toilets.jpg]] <<if $CC1 is 0>>\ <<elseif $CCA is 2>>[[Toilets<-Take off chastity cage][$CCA to 0]] \ <<elseif $CC1 is 1 and visited("Equip Cage") is 0>>[[Equip Cage<-Equip the chastity cage][$CCA to 2]] \ <<elseif $CC1 is 1 and visited("Equip Cage") is 1>>[[Toilets<-Equip the chastity cage][$CCA to 2]] <</if>>\ <<if $LingerieA is -1>>[[Toilets<-Unequip boxers][$LingerieA to 0]]\ <<elseif $LingerieA gte 0>>[[Toilets<-Equip boxers][$LingerieA to -1]]<</if>>\ <<if $Lingerie2 is 1 and visited("Equip lingerie") is 0>> - [[Equip lingerie<-Equip black lingerie][$LingerieA to 2]]\ <<elseif $Lingerie2 is 1 and $LingerieA isnot 2>> - [[Toilets<-Equip black lingerie][$LingerieA to 2]]\ <<elseif $Lingerie2 is 1 and $LingerieA is 2>> - [[Toilets<-Unequip black lingerie][$LingerieA to 0]]<</if>>\ <<if $Lingerie3 is 1 and visited("Equip lingerie") is 0>> - [[Equip lingerie<-Equip pink lingerie][$LingerieA to 3]]\ <<elseif $Lingerie3 is 1 and $LingerieA isnot 3>> - [[Toilets<-Equip pink lingerie][$LingerieA to 3]]\ <<elseif $Lingerie3 is 1 and $LingerieA is 3>> - [[Toilets<-Unequip pink lingerie][$LingerieA to 0]]<</if>>\ <<if $BuyWhiteLingerie is 2 and $LingerieA isnot 4>> - [[Toilets<-Equip white lingerie][$LingerieA to 4]]\ <<elseif $BuyWhiteLingerie is 2 and $LingerieA is 4>> - [[Toilets<-Unequip ehite lingerie][$LingerieA to 0]]<</if>> <<if $HeelsA isnot -1>>[[Toilets<-Equip men's shoes][$HeelsA to -1]]\ <<elseif $HeelsA is -1>>[[Toilets<-Take off men's shoes][$HeelsA to 0]]<</if>>\ <<if $Heels1 is 0>>\ <<elseif $HeelsA isnot 1>> - [[Toilets<-Equip red heels][$HeelsA to 1]]\ <<elseif $HeelsA is 1>> - [[Toilets<-Take off red heels][$HeelsA to 0]]<</if>>\ <<if $Heels2 is 0>>\ <<elseif $HeelsA isnot 2>> - [[Toilets<-Equip black heels][$HeelsA to 2]]\ <<elseif $HeelsA is 2>> - [[Toilets<-Take off black heels][$HeelsA to 0]]<</if>>\ <<if $Heels3 is 0>>\ <<elseif $HeelsA isnot 3>> - [[Toilets<-Equip pink heels][$HeelsA to 3]]\ <<elseif $HeelsA is 3>> - [[Toilets<-Take off pink heels][$HeelsA to 0]]<</if>> <<if $DressA isnot -1>>[[Toilets<-Equip men's clothing][$DressA to -1]]\ <<elseif $DressA is -1>>[[Toilets<-Take off men's clothing][$DressA to 0]]<</if>>\ <<if $Dress1 is 0>>\ <<elseif $DressA isnot 1>> - [[Toilets<-Equip red dress][$DressA to 1]]\ <<elseif $DressA is 1>> - [[Toilets<-Take off red dress][$DressA to 0]]<</if>>\ <<if $Dress2 is 0>>\ <<elseif $DressA isnot 2>> - [[Toilets<-Equip black dress][$DressA to 2]]\ <<elseif $DressA is 2>> - [[Toilets<-Take off black dress][$DressA to 0]]<</if>>\ <<if $Dress3 is 0>>\ <<elseif $DressA isnot 3>> - [[Toilets<-Equip pink dress][$DressA to 3]]\ <<elseif $DressA is 3>> - [[Toilets<-Take off pink dress][$DressA to 0]]<</if>>\ <<if $BuyMaidOutfit lt 2>>\ <<elseif $DressA isnot 4>> - [[Toilets<-Equip maid dress][$DressA to 4]]\ <<elseif $DressA is 4>> - [[Toilets<-Take off maid dress][$DressA to 0]]<</if>>\ <<if $Dress5 is 0>>\ <<elseif $DressA isnot 5>> - [[Toilets<-Equip overtly feminine dress][$DressA to 5]]\ <<elseif $DressA is 5>> - [[Toilets<-Take off overtly feminine dress][$DressA to 0]]<</if>> <<if $Glasses1 is 0>>\ <<elseif $Glasses1 is 1 and $GlassesA is 0>>[[Toilets<-Equip spectacles][$GlassesA to 1]] \ <<elseif $Glasses1 is 1 and $GlassesA is 1>>[[Toilets<-Take off spectacles][$GlassesA to 0]] <</if>>\ <<if $BuyHat lt 2>>\ <<elseif $HatA is 0>>[[Toilets<-Equip hat][$HatA to 1]] \ <<elseif $HatA is 1>>[[Toilets<-Take off hat][$HatA to 0]] <</if>>\ <<if $Viagra is 0>>\ <<elseif $ViagraA gt 0>>Given that you've already taken some viagra recently, more probably isn't a good idea. \ <<elseif $Viagra is 1 and visited("Take viagra") is 0>>[[Take viagra][$ViagraA to 1]] \ <<elseif $Viagra is 1>>[[Toilets<-Take viagra][$ViagraA to 1]] \ <<elseif $Viagra is 2>>[[Toilets<-Take fast acting viagra][$ViagraA to 1]] [[Toilets<-Take delayed viagra][$ViagraA to 2]] <</if>>\ <<if $MakeupA gt 0>>[[Toilets<-Remove makeup and nails][$MakeupA to 0, $NailsA to 0]] <</if>>\ <<if $BuyPlug isnot 2>>\ <<elseif visited("Wear Plug") is 0>>[[Wear Plug<-Equip butt plug][$PlugA to 0]]\ \ <<elseif $PlugA is 0>>[[Toilets<-Equip butt plug][$PlugA to 1]]\ \ <<elseif $PlugA is 1>>[[Toilets<-Unequip butt plug][$PlugA to 0]] <</if>>\ <<if $BuyClamps isnot 2>>\ <<elseif $ClampsA is 0>>[[Toilets<-Equip nipple clamps][$ClampsA to 1]] \ <<elseif $ClampsA is 1>>[[Toilets<-Unequip nipple clamps][$ClampsA to 0]] <</if>>\ <<if $Bodysuit is 0>>\ <<elseif $BodysuitA is 0 and visited("Equip Bodysuit") is 0>>[[Equip Bodysuit<-Equip bodysuit][$BodysuitA to 1]] \ <<elseif $BodysuitA is 0>>[[Toilets<-Equip bodysuit][$BodysuitA to 1]] \ <<elseif $BodysuitA is 1>>[[Toilets<-Unequip bodysuit][$BodysuitA to 0]] <</if>>\ <<if $BuyDildo isnot 2>>\ <<elseif $BuyDildo is 2>>[[Practice dildo<-Practice sucking your cock][$BuyDildo to 3]] \ <<elseif $BuyDildo gt 2>>You've already maxed out your blowjob skills in here. //With the dildo. Get your head out of the gutter.// <</if>>\

__Dramatis personae__ PC's name: <<textbox "$n" "Allen">> Wife's name: <<textbox "$k" "Katie">> Wife's boss' name: <<textbox "$Eric" "Eric">> <hr> Enable end of content warnings (recommended):<<button "Info">><<run UI.alert("The main story isnot yet finished, and neither are most of the 'side stories'. Enabling this will display an 'end of content' message once there is no more content for the current path.")>> <</button>> <<checkbox "$EOCWarning" 0 1 >> Enable the event checklist:<<button "Info">><<run UI.alert("Activates the event checklist, accessible from the side bar. It is useful to see what events of the game you have and haven't seen. It can be toggled at any point through the settings menu.")>> <</button>> <<checkbox "$Checklist" 0 1 >> <hr> [[Intro<-Begin][$Start to 1]]

Starting\ \ <<set $Start to 0>>\ <<set $n to "Allen", $k to "Kate", $Eric to "Eric">>\ <<set $FFeet to 0, $FNylon to 0, $FViolence to 0, $FBondage to 0, $FPee to 0, $FCuck to 0>>\ <<set $Checklist to 0, $DebugMode to 0, $SpeedMode to 0, $EOCWarning to 0>>\ \ Gifts\ \ <<set $Gift to 0, $GiftFlowers to 0, $GiftRoses to 0, $GiftBracelet to 0, $GiftPerfume to 0, $GiftPerfumeExpensive to 0, $GiftLingerie to 0>>\ <<set $GiftTrip to 0, $GiftAnklet to 0, $GiftPajamas to 0, $GiftPicture to 0>>\ <<set $GiftedFlowers to 0, $GiftedRoses to 0, $GiftedBracelet to 0, $GiftedPerfume to 0, $GiftedPerfumeExpensive to 0, $GiftedLingerie to 0, $BuyGift2 to 0>>\ <<set $GiftedTrip to 0, $GiftedAnklet to 0, $GiftedPajamas to 0, $GiftedPicture to 0>>\ <<set $GiftGood to 0>>\ \ Therapy\ \ <<set $TalkTime to 0, $TalkChastity to 0, $TalkPanties to 0, $TalkGift to 0, $TalkBlush to 0, $TalkMilk to 0, $TalkDress to 0, $TalkOrgasm to 0>>\ \ Buying\ \ <<set $BuyCage to 0, $BuyViagra to 0, $BuyEscape to 0, $BuyLingerie to 0, $BuyMakeup to 0, $BuyDildo to 0, $BuyPicture to 0, $BuyHeels to 0, $BuyGlasses to 0, $BuyLadder to 0, $BuyBribe to 0, $BuyHat to 0, $BuyPersp to 0, $BuyCream to 0, $BuyDress to 0, $BuyWhiteLingerie to 0, $BuyMaidOutfit to 0, $BuyPlug to 0, $BuyClamps to 0>>\ \ Appearance\ \ <<set $CC1 to 0, $CCA to 0>>\ <<set $LingerieA to -1, $Lingerie2 to 0, $Lingerie3 to 0, $Lingerie4 to 0>>\ <<set $DressA to -1, $Dress1 to 0, $Dress2 to 0, $Dress3 to 0, $Dress5 to 0>>\ <<set $HeelsA to -1, $Heels1 to 0, $Heels2 to 0, $Heels3 to 0>>\ <<set $GagA to 0, $DrawingA to 0, $MakeupA to 0, $NailsA to 0, $HatA to 0, $TattooA to 0, $PlugA to 0, $ClampsA to 0, $BodysuitA to 0, $DrugA to 0>>\ \ Items\ \ <<set $BoltCutters to 0, $CopyKey to 0, $Glasses1 to 0, $GlassesA to 0, $Bodysuit to 0, $Bodysuit to 0>>\ <<set $Viagra to 0, $ViagraA to 0>>\ \ Events\ \ <<set $MetTherapist to 0>>\ <<set $EChastity to 0, $EHidePepper to 0, $ESeenLingerie to 0, $EViagra to 0, $EMakeup to 0, $ENails to 0, $EBoner to 0, $EShoes to 0, $EHeels to 0, $EDress to 0, $EPlug to 1>>\ <<set $TimesFucked to 0>>\ <<set $SkipAirport to 0>>\ <<set $ConMaid to 0, $ConLine to 0, $ConMove to 0, $ConChem to 0, $ConChemMall to 0>>\

//I can’t wait for $k to get back; it’s like time forgets that it has to keep moving when she’s away. Boy, I mean it really does. My therapist, Mr Oldenstein, thinks I’m going crazy, and that’s saying something, because I’ve shared a waiting room with his other patients. I feel like Hanibal Lecter’s classmate who has to keep his eyes glued to the floor unless he wants a beating. But I was explaining this to him recently, my therapist, that I’ve felt like time is going slower for some reason, ever since $k went away. It’s like I’m perpetually waiting for a dentist appointment, or for the plumber to show up. He asked me to explain more, and I asked him in turn to intently observe his watch for half an hour, and he might get what I mean. Of course, I added that he could maybe do it outside of the extortionately priced hour that I booked him for - who knew a person’s mental health was so dependant on being rich, and it not being a bank holiday. I really don’t understand why $k wanted me to see someone like this so badly, anyway. I’ve never had any problem that I couldn’t shake off with a good night sleep, and maybe an extra nap for added effect if I still felt a little anxious. Well, for my neuroses, anyway. I’m still feeling those swirlies I was given in high school. Worse yet, the sensation of a phantom indian burn on my body haunts me most days. Strangely, it’s on my hip, but I assume that’s some sort of mind-body problem that’ll fix itself once I stop taking paracetamol. I should probably stop complaining about having to see a therapist, though. Ever since $k started going a few months ago, she’s been much happier. It’s been really beautiful to see, but I’ve felt all the worse for it. Someone as pretty as her should be dating a lawyer, a politician, or maybe even someone of a respectable job. I’ve never once felt like I deserved her. I swear, even on our wedding day, when she walked down the aisle in the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen, and I barely filled out my size small suit, I was expecting her to yell “gotcha!” and reveal her love for me was some elaborate ruse for some sick TV show, and the whole room would take off latex masks to reveal my old bullies, and the place would erupt in this laughter that was so loud my head would explode. And that’s what I had to endure thinking about as I said “I do”. Of course, even when we did kiss, and the marriage was confirmed, I still felt on edge about her feelings for me. It eats me up inside to say I don’t trust her. I do - she’s an angel, just one with very strange romantic tastes. Explaining this all to Mr Oldenstein was torturous. With every word that left my mouth, I could feel him giggling inside, likely writing “loser” or “probably a suffers from premature ejaculation” on his little clipboard that he’s so defensive of. But no, I swear he wants to yell at me with a megaphone “you have an inferiority complex the size of a large shopping mall.” Frankly, I don’t think my inferiority is that complex, I can understand it very easily, I think everyone can. $k refuses to mention what her sessions are like, which I would say I’d respect, but that’d be a lie. How am I not supposed to get superstitious knowing she might be expounding every tiny detail of our mediocre sex life to a person who judges people for a living? For all I know, she’s planning our divorce every Tuesday at 5-6pm. Not that I’m that pessimistic, mind you. I know that’s close to the worst case scenario. Best case scenario? $k's explaining how she has to change up her fake orgasm noises once in a while to make it more entertaining for her. It was her therapist that convinced her to take this random trip out of nowhere, or so I choose to believe. And to The Maldives, too; The maldives! I don’t even know where that is - how can’t I worry about it ? I assumed it was a really hot place in the mediterranean, one with jacked, shirtless men just getting out the gym after a 3 hour session of nothing but crunches and bicep curls. And I’m not supposed to get jealous? Ha! I’m not jealous! I couldn’t care less! It’s not like I’ve been refreshing her Instagram every 15 minutes to check if she’s ran into one of those hunks in question. My only hope is that the island she went to is mysteriously absent of any men. Maybe there’s some disease going around that’s fatal to the Y chromosome, or perhaps all the men were drafted to fight in a war with the equator. So far, she hasn’t posted any pictures posing with men like that, but I’m not ruling it out. I mean, if she were cheating, she wouldn’t publicize it on social media for everyone to know about, would she? Besides, I’ve checked the accounts of the friends she went with - Rachel, Louise and Hope, and they’ve all shared drinks and sunbeds with guys, so I know $k has ran into some far sexier men than me. And don’t even get me started on her friends. Yet again, it’s proof $k is a person of divine origin, and has orders from the big man to associate with persons undeserving of her time. Not only marrying me, but associating with those 3. I get anxious about just running into them at the post office. Hope is the best of the bunch, but just like $k , she’s almost too nice. I don’t trust it. Can I ever be really sure that she’s not a robot? I swear, this one time she spilled wine on herself and I heard a suspicious buzzing sound. Then there’s Rachel. There’s a bunch of nice things that I could say about her, but I’m also making an effort to be honest. She’s been divorced 3 times, and in each and every instance, it was his fault, of course! Between adultery, lies, and what she insists was an “attempted murder”, she’s developed a deep rooted hatred for men that rears its head in hour long vituperations about the lesser sex. Even when the issues couldn’t possibly be considered remotely related to gender, she’ll find a way to make it about her disdain for males. Finally, there’s Louise. While not a kibitzer, she is the most free of the group. She leads a hedonistic lifestyle of noncommitment, which I have no issue with. Good for her, in fact. The gents she brings to our meetings are always lovely, handsome, rich, or have some other attribute worth admiring, but do I really have to learn a new name every other week? Half my phone book is people she’s introduced me to. But the actual worst part about it is what she might be doing to $k . Everytime they go out, I worry Louise will worm into her head, and slowly convince her to consider seeing someone else - someone better. I know my wife has incredible resolve, and she’s smarter than the Yellow Pages, but no one is immune to constant cajoling, especially when it comes from someone who seems so happy. Well, before I pick her up from the airport, I ought to stop by the mall and find her a present.// [[Mall<-Continue]] [[Intro skip<-TL;DR]]

Chronology of Love is an interactive fiction game about the sissification of the playable protagonist, who discovers his ability to time travel just as his wife returns from a transformative vacation. Currently included kinks include: -Sissification -Chastity -Humiliation -BDSM -Feet -Nylon Planned, but not yet implemented kinks include cuckolding and watersports. By playing this game, you confirm that you are above the age of 18. [[Menu 2<-Start]]

<<set $SkipAirport to 1>>\ [img[Images/Airport.jpg]] “Honey! Hi! I’m over here!” You yell, getting the attention of $k , as well as half of the other business class passengers that are deboarding. //Boy, she looks even more beautiful the older we get. By the time we’re 80 she’ll win Miss Universe.// “$n !” She calls out, with just as much enthusiasm as you, despite being likely exhausted from a several hour long flight. Her makeup isn’t fatigued either. Come rain, shine, recession or depression, $Kate can always be relied on to look fresh out of a beauty salon. Scampering over in a gorgeous pair of heels, she embraces you in a welcoming hug, even though it’s her who just arrived. She rests in the embrace much longer than a usual hug of yours, but how could you possibly complain? Despite your initial fears, it seems she loves you more than ever. After pulling away, you hold each other in your respective arms. “I missed you so much.” She proclaims, a tear forming in her eye. “Not as much as I missed you, I bet.” “This isn’t a competition, $n .” She laughs. “That’s easy for you to say. You had the ocean on your front porch. I’ve had to deal will the presents Mr Jefferson’s dog leaves on ours.” “I’m back for barely a minute, and you’re already complaining about the neighbors again. Couldn’t you just say “I love you”?” “Of course I love you!” You begin the journey, hand in hand, down to collect her luggage. “I was starting to think you’d grown sick of hearing me say it.” “I could never grow sick of it.” “I’ll make a point of saying it even more, then. You won’t be able to ask for the salt without a declaration of my love for thee. Hey, where’s your friends, anyway? Did they stick on the plane for a second impromptu adventure?” “No, they’re actually still in the Maldives. They decided to stay for another week.” ““Another week?” My god, I thought two weeks without you would be hard. I think I’d go crazy if you postponed your return.” “Don’t get me wrong, I was tempted, but I knew you’d start an international manhunt to find me. Besides, I need to return to daily life eventually.” “Yeah, but what about your friends? Doesn’t Rachel need to start filing for a 4th divorce?” “You know she’s not married.” “Not yet, but I don’t see why she’d want to slow down. I hear that if you get married 4 times, the 5th ones free.” $k bursts out laughing, but also rolls her eyes. “You need to start being nicer to her.” “Do I? The only thing stopping her from committing androcide is there’d be nobody to pay her alimony.” Your wife sighs. “I’m serious. Me and the girls had a very transformative experience these past few weeks. I really want you to be start being nicer to them.” “If it means so much to you.” //Hopefully she’ll forget all about that it a couple more weeks// “So tell me more about this transformative experience you had. I didn’t know such substances were allowed in the Maldives.” “No, no, it was nothing like that. Well, maybe for Lousie, but all my fun was strictly legal.” “I can’t wait to hear what you got up to. How do you feel about having some takeout tonight to get used to the fine cuisine this country has?” “Actually, I have a better idea.” “You managed to sneak some food back with you? I hope it’s not some tropical fruit. That stuff goes right to my hips.” “No, I think it’d be great to go to a restaurant.” ““A restaurant?” Aren’t you exhausted from the flight? I thought for sure you’d want to kick your feet back at home.” “Transformative experience, remember?” “Alright.” Loading her luggage into the car, which is double what she took with her, you set off for a restaurant. [[Car drive<-Continue]]

<<timed 1s>> <<script>> var img = document.createElement("img"); img.src = "Images/Clock.png"; // img.classList.add("fc"); document.querySelector("#story").appendChild(img); img.addEventListener("animationend", function () { img.remove(); }); <</script>><</timed>>\ <<timed 15s>> <<script>> var img = document.createElement("img"); img.src = "Images/Clock.png"; // img.classList.add("fc"); document.querySelector("#story").appendChild(img); img.addEventListener("animationend", function () { img.remove(); }); <</script>><</timed>>\ [img[Images/Street circle.jpg]] Driving to the restaurant, $k remains scant on the interesting details of her vacation. Instead of divulging information on her “transformative experience”, she recounts the excellent time she had swimming and dancing. And while certainly entertaining, especially when you begin to remember what she looks like in a bikini, it’s not the juicy details that she is practically edging you with. Also on the car ride, you’re now noticing the strange sense of time dilation isn’t getting better like you thought it would with $k ‘s return. In fact, it seems to be getting worse. Either you’re getting really lucky with zero traffic lights barring you from passing, or you’re only at a red light for a couple seconds, but this close to an airport, you’re never lucky. On the other end of the spectrum, a roundabout you have to pass around must be miles in diameter, because it takes seemingly an hour to get back on a straight road. It’s a concerning phenomenon, but one you’re convinced is just in your head. //It’s probably just because $k ‘s only getting back now. I can get so crazy when she’s away, I just need some sleep.// On the topic of your loving wife, you opt not to mention the bizarre perception of time that you’re now experiencing. It’d only enforce her idea to have you see a therapist, and while she’d never be the type to say “I told you so”, it’s also not something you need to worry her with. [[Restaurant 1<-Continue]]

<<if $GiftFlowers is 2>><<set $GiftFlowers to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $GiftRoses is 2>><<set $GiftRoses to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $GiftPerfume is 2>><<set $GiftPerfume to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $GiftPerfumeExpensive is 2>><<set $GiftPerfumeExpensive to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $GiftBracelet is 2>><<set $GiftBracelet to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $GiftLingerie is 2>><<set $GiftLingerie to 1>><</if>>\ \ \ [img[Images/Restaurant.jpg]] You arrive at Giorno’s Exquisitar, per $k ‘s request, some vague amount of time later. And despite it typically being a busy restaurant that’s triple booked four weeks ahead, you’re amazed at being seated only a moment after arriving. “This place is so fancy.” “Oh, I know, but did they have to seat us so close to the toilets? A couple feet over and we’d be eating out of the urinal.” $k earnestly looks at you with eyes that should be tired, but against all odds, aren’t. “Would it kill you to stop snapping wise, and just enjoy the moment? The only other time we were here was when Louise got us seats. Do you remember that?” “Of course I do. That was when she was going out with the lovely intellectual from out of town. What was his name again? And I thought you loved my witty little remarks.” “James, I think.” “I wonder what he’s up to now.” “Probably avoiding Louise, I’d imagine. She was always bothered that he left her, not the other way around.” “I don’t suppose she showed any signs of settling down on your vacation, did she?” “Like what?” “Well I don’t know. Maybe if she got married.” “I would have mentioned something like that.” “I’m just being optimistic, I suppose. That wedding finger of hers is allergic to any kind of jewelry, I swear.” “She’s just looking for the right guy. Not everyone is as lucky as us, you know. Most people don’t find their soulmate immediately at college.” $k puts her hand on yours. “Maybe they weren’t taking the right courses.” “Existential philosophy isn’t for everyone.” “No, especially if you want to be happy.” With the downtime of waiting for the food to arrive, you decide now would be a great //time// to give your gift. <<if $GiftFlowers is 1>>[[Restaurant 2<-Give her the flowers ][$GiftFlowers to 2, $GiftedFlowers to 1]] <</if>>\ <<if $GiftRoses is 1>>[[Restaurant 2<-Give her the roses ][$GiftRoses to 2, $GiftedRoses to 1]] <</if>>\ <<if $GiftPerfume is 1>>[[Restaurant 2<-Give her the Monroe perfume ][$GiftPerfume to 2, $GiftedPerfume to 1]] <</if>>\ <<if $GiftPerfumeExpensive is 1>>[[Restaurant 2<-Give her the Marson perfume ][$GiftPerfumeExpensive to 2, $GiftedPerfumeExpensive to 1]] <</if>>\ <<if $GiftBracelet is 1>>[[Restaurant 2<-Give her the bracelet ][$GiftBracelet to 2, $GiftedBracelet to 1]] <</if>>\ <<if $GiftLingerie is 1>>[[Restaurant 2<-Give her the lingerie ][$GiftLingerie to 2, $GiftedLingerie to 1]] <</if>>\ <<if $GiftPajamas is 1>>[[Restaurant 2<-Give her the pajamas ][$GiftPajamas to 2, $GiftedPajamas to 1]] <</if>>\ <<if $GiftAnklet is 1>>[[Restaurant 2<-Give her the anklet ][$GiftAnklet to 2, $GiftedAnklet to 1]] <</if>>\ <<if $GiftTrip is 1>>[[Restaurant 2<-Give her the tickets ][$GiftTrip to 2, $GiftedTrip to 1]] <</if>>\ <<if $GiftPicture is 1>>[[Restaurant 2<-Give her the pictures ][$GiftPicture to 2, $GiftedPicture to 1]] <</if>> <<if $ConMove is 3>>[[Restaurant Q Trip<-Ask her about the trip to New Hattan]]<</if>>

[img[Images/Restaurant.jpg]] “Oh honey, I almost forgot.” Neatly sealed with an official looking bow, you get ready to present your gift to $k . “I bought you a little something.” Her hand gets placed on her chest, right where her heart beats with love. “You didn’t have to. I’m the one who went away.” “Is there some law saying that I can’t get my wife something anyway? I can be affectionate at times, you know.” “Yeah, but your affection usually comes in the form of under the table thigh gropes and untameable morning wood.” “And you’ll still get them, too. But I also want you to have this.” \ \ \ <<if $GiftFlowers is 2>><<set $GiftRoses to 3>>$k ‘s face lights up like a flare was just set off at her feet. The corners of her luscious lips curl upwards in a smile that refuses to get old. “$n , these are absolutely beautiful!” “And I hope they smell nice too. What are they called again?” You point at the label. “Tarnation? Carflation?” “Carnations.” “That’s the one. They were so beautiful; they reminded me of you. I just had to get them.” “But they don’t look familiar at all?” “Should they?” $k gently sighs. “They’re what you got me for our last anniversary. And our anniversary before that.” “What can I say? My wife deserves only the most beautiful of flowers.” Now, she rolls her eyes. “That’s cute and all, but could you really not be a little more creative with gifts like these? I know roses are cliched, but at least it’s some variety.” “I’m sorry, hun. I should have remembered.” She rubs her hand atop yours. “There’s always next time.”\ <<elseif $GiftRoses is 2>>$k’s face lights up like TWO flares were just set off at her feet. “$n , roses? You’ll never believe this, but I actually really fancied some on my vacation.” She takes a deep whiff of the dark red flower. “How did you know?” “Well, I couldn’t keep getting you carnations, could I?” $k bursts out in laughter. “You finally caught onto to that?” She gasps. “Did Hope mention that I said something?” You shake your head, laughing. “No, I just got the hint.” “Thank you, $n . Though, roses are quite unoriginal.” She smirks. “Unoriginal? But you said…” “Huh? What did I say?” //Right, she never said that to me. Not this version of $k , anyway.// “Uh, nothing. I just thought you might like them.” “Of course I like them.” She places them on the edge of the table.\ \ \ <<elseif $GiftPerfume is 2>><<set $GiftPerfumeExpensive to 3>>$k ‘s curiosity turns to elation at the premium box of perfume that you place in front of her. “Monroe? I’ve never had this kind of perfume! Thank you, $n !” You smile at witnessing the effect your gift has on her. “Well don’t treat it like a collectible. The key is to use the bottle.” $k giggles. “It’s kind of like saying I smell bad.” Your giggles match hers, though yours are a bit more hearty. “300 people stuffed into a cramped tube don’t tend to smell nice.” “So…I don’t smell good?” “Honey, you smell fine, really.” “Fine isn’t good.” “If you’re really worried about it, why don’t you put some on now? Really, I’m sure you’re smell somehow even more like an angel.” “Put some on? Now? Yeah, maybe.” “Here, let me open the box for you.” As you reach for the box, her hands plant themselves on yours, trapping your fingers between hers and the perfume. “Maybe later, okay?” There’s a brief moment of silence, but it’s hard to let go of something you don’t understand. “I’m sorry honey, did I get you this bottle before or something? Or is it one of those bottles Rachel always wears that I hate?” “No, no. It’s nothing like that.” “Then what is it?” $k has to work up the courage to answer. “It’s just…Monroe has a reputation.” “For great perfume, right?” “Not quite. It’s mainly bought by younger women. Younger, more //promiscuous// women.” “Oh…oh, I see.” You clear your throat. “I’m sorry $k , I really didn’t know.” “No, of course you didn’t, you’d have no way of knowing.” She affirms. “It’s the thought that counts, so don’t feel down.”\ <<elseif $GiftsPerfumeExpensive is 2>>$k ‘s curiosity turns to elation at the premium box of perfume that you place in front of her. And this time, she doesn’t have to fake it upon seeing the brand. “Marson - my mother always used to get this.” She eagerly tears open the box, struggles with the plastic casing inside, and then sprays a small amount of it on her wrist. “Smells just like home.” You have to interrupt impromptu moment of nostalgia. “Are you alright?” Her face doesn’t give of any indication of emotion - not even happiness. “$k ?” She returns the once sprayed bottle to the box, before handing it back to you. “I don’t want it.” “Wha…why?” “It brings back too many memories. Put it away, anywhere. I don’t want to see it.” “Alright, okay.” You drop the box on the floor next to you. There’s an uncomfortable silence that follows. Naturally, being the gentleman that you are, sticking on the conversation isn’t an option.\ \ \ <<elseif $GiftBracelet is 2>>The tiny box you place down in front of her radiates luxury. Not that $k could be bought off, but even she isn’t immune to the charm of an occasional gift of jewelry. She gently shimmies off the lid, and folds away the foam padding and tissue paper to unveil the circular band underneath. You bought it in Plathora because it looked beautiful, but in your wife’s hands, it’s even more so. “$n , you really shouldn’t have. This is too much.” She blushes. “For how much I love you, it’s not nearly enough. Go ahead, put it on.” She considers the bracelet some more. “I don’t know, honey. It really is too much.” “I don’t understand what you mean.” “It probably cost you a couple thousand, at least.” “Not to brag, but a little more than that.” She carefully puts the bracelet back in the box, seals it with the lid, and slides it back over to you. “It’s too much. I can’t accept this.” You’re struck back by her refusal to take it. “It’s not even close to the most expensive piece of jewelry I’ve bought you.” You nod at her wedding ring. “And I bought two of them.” “I know, babe, but that’s different, don’t pretend you don’t know that.” You shake your head. “Well it’s going to be a very beautiful paperweight then.” “I’m sorry. I’ll tell you what: give it to me on our anniversary.” “It’d hardly be a surprise.” “I’ll pretend to be surprised.” “I don’t know. I might come to like it sitting on my desk, making sure no documents fly away from a slight gust of wind.” “My anniversary present to you can be a brick, maybe inscribed with our initials.” “Well there goes my surprise.”\ <<elseif $GiftLingerie is 2>>You place the thin, rectangular, box down in front of $k . She’s very curious, at least based on her beady eyes. “My, my, my, what could this be?” Picking it slowly up, she shakes it a little. “Is it a picture? No, it’s too soft for that. A scarf maybe?” She contemplates it for a while longer, but ultimately caves and opens it. “It’s…” Her face instantly turns from giddy to disappointed, like a filter was just used on her “lingerie.” “What do you think? I made sure it was in your size, don’t worry.” She instantly puts the lid back on the box. “What’s that for?” “$n , come on. Don’t pretend this is a present for me when we both know this is more about you getting to see me in it.” “Huh?! I’d never even thought about that!” “Right. I’m sure you were only concerned with my comfort when you got it.” “I was!” “And that would explain why you got me a matching thong and push up bra.” “Well, comfort can be subjective.” She rolls her eyes. “I appreciate the attempt, as hammer fisted as it was, but don’t pretend it was for me. This is like if I bought you a gag, and just so happened to ask you to use it when you’re on one of the rants about your colleagues.” You look at her solemnly for a moment. “I’m sorry. I guess I was just caught up thinking about how sexy you’d be in it.” She breaks out in a smile. “You leave me to choose what I’m wearing, and I’ll let you decide what we do while I’m wearing it.” She salaciously grins. “How could I say no that?”<</if>> “Not to sound selfish, or anything. But did you not get me anything?” $k inspects your face from across the table, mentally summing up how eager you are. “Of course I did. Not only did I get you several gifts, but I learned about a //lot// of new things only my trip. I want to share every one of them with you.” “So? Open up already!” “Be patient, honey. You’ll get them all tonight, I promise.” [[Restaurant 3<-Continue]]

<<timed 1s>> <<script>> var img = document.createElement("img"); img.src = "Images/Clock.png"; // img.classList.add("fl"); document.querySelector("#story").appendChild(img); img.addEventListener("animationend", function () { img.remove(); }); <</script>><</timed>>\ <<timed 2s>> <<script>> var img = document.createElement("img"); img.src = "Images/Clock.png"; // img.classList.add("fc"); document.querySelector("#story").appendChild(img); img.addEventListener("animationend", function () { img.remove(); }); <</script>><</timed>>\ <<timed 3s>> <<script>> var img = document.createElement("img"); img.src = "Images/Clock.png"; // img.classList.add("fr"); document.querySelector("#story").appendChild(img); img.addEventListener("animationend", function () { img.remove(); }); <</script>><</timed>>\ [img[Images/Restaurant.jpg]] A waiter approaches to ask for your order, though you don’t make eye contact with him. Instead, you keep them locked with your beloved. And they remain locked. $k doesn’t blink, and the waiter doesn’t say anything. Switching your gaze to him, he’s right next to the table, a menu clasped in one arm and against his neatly pressed shirt. His smile, just like $k ‘s, doesn’t shift, flinch, or budge, not even to the smallest scale your eyes can detect. It’s unnerving. “I’ll just have a water, please.” There’s no reaction to your request, not from your wife, or from the waiter. So, you try clearing your throat. “Manager, I think your waiter’s broken.” Waving a hand in front of his face, he’s like something you’d find in a wax museum, “finely dressed waiter with a pretentious mustache.” “Get a load of this guy. It’s like he thinks being a petrified mime will get him an extra tip.” You laugh, your eyes immediately returning to $k for affirmation, but she doesn’t chuckle, and her eyes are still open just as they were before, her head and body remaining in the same position. Now, you wave a hand in front of her face, and then clap your hands, and then poke her. “$k ?” The whole restaurant has come to a silent standstill. Looking around, there’s not a single dynamic action occurring. It’s like you were in a painting, and not one of the Jackson Pollock messes, but one where there are discernable people. Sliding your chair backwards, you inspect whatever is going on. There’s a man with a fork wrapped in spaghetti, guiding the plane of pasta to his mouth, but the flight has suddenly come to a silent halt. One woman is frozen with her mouth wide open, the upturned corners of her mouth attesting to a laugh. There’s even a waitress in the middle of pouring some wine into a patron’s glass, but the purplish liquid is ignoring gravity. All around you, even out of the windows, time has come to a stop. Now, you frantically pace throughout the restaurant, attempting to find a companion in the sight of such madness. “Hello! Is there anyone else here? Helllloooo?” The place is devoid of life - at least, life as you know it. [[Restaurant 4<-Continue]]

[img[Images/Restaurant.jpg]] “Oh jeez, this is great! I never did get over the whole simulation theory thing.” Looking around for any camera, you scream into one perched in an upper corner. “Hey, could you turn the power back on! This is creepy! Yeah, anytime today would be amazing.” Nothing happens. “Okay, haha, real funny. Listen, you omnipotent beings have had your fun, but can I please go back to living my normal life? How would you like it if I just paused your movie? Wouldn’t be so funny then, would it? Oh, and while you’re at it, can you please convince my wife that I don’t need to see a therapist? She’s doesn’t buy it from me, but I figure you infinitely powerful beings might have better luck. Yeah, or failing that, just have Mr Oldenstein decide to dye the rest of his hair blue. In fact, go with that. That sounds much funnier.” Tapping your fingers on a table doesn’t bring life back to action either. “Okay, I’ve got it.” Staring straight up at the ceiling, you address a long ignored figure. “God, you know, I’m sorry. It’s been a couple of sundays that I’ve missed since I last went to church 22 years ago. But hey, if you could make things work again, I’d real appreciate it. To tell you the truth, I sort of stopped believing after that whole Y2K thing turned out to be a hoax. But hey, I’d be an idiot to continue not believing now, right? So I’ll start making communion again, and do everything your book says, and what your son would want, and could you please in turn make things normal again?” “Please?” Still, nothing happens. “Wrong god?” “Allah?” “Jehovah?” “Zeus?” //Please don’t let it be zeus. I said some really bad things about Hera back in the day, but come on, the guy married his sister, it’s a shame to not make the joke.// “...Satan?” “Look, I’m going to be here a long time if you want me to name every God, so how about you make this easier on both of us and just tell me who to believe in, and I’ll worship you.” Time remains frozen. Dejected, you slump back in your seat, taking a sip from an unheld wine glass as you do. “Well isn’t this great? Never won a scratch card, a bingo game, blackjack, snake and ladders, poker, I didn’t get to kiss Stephanie when we played spin the bottle back in freshman week. Hell, I think coins have something against me too. But what’s my super power that’s going to have the Avengers knocking at my door? I can freeze time. Where was this back when I fainted the first time I had sex?” “Oh, and let me guess, I’m still going to age normally, right? Gee, what a deal. The whole world remains young, whilst I have to grow ancient looking at the same frames. Or is this some kind of Faustian deal I made but suppressed in my memory? What did I give you in return, my soul? Like that’s worth a lot in this economy. I tell you Mr Devil, you should have gone with Siamese twins. Twice the souls for only one deal. Now that’s a bargain.” “Nothing?” “If you would just give me a hint on what you wanted, or how to restart this thing, I’d be awfully grateful.” Talking to noone unsurprisingly doesn’t result in success, so you instead think. //Time started getting messed up when $k first went away, and then I started obsessing over her. Maybe if I just concentrated real hard on things being normal, it’ll be okay again.// //Concentrate// //Concentrate// //[[Restaurant 5<-Concentrate]]//

[img[Images/Restaurant.jpg]] $k ‘s eyes suddenly have life again, and her hand touching yours budges slightly, and the dapperly dressed waiter approaches once more, and for a brief moment the widest smile you’ve ever smiled washes over your face in a exalting moment of relaxation, only for things to pause once more. “Fuck me. So I can rewind time back, but only 5 seconds into the past? When’s that going to be useful? I’ll just a buy a lottery ticket five seconds before the numbers are drawn, right.” A defeated sigh exits your mouth. A heavy head collapses into your crossed arms. “This has to be a dream. Things like this don’t happen.” Staring at $k , you recall every time travel film you’ve ever seen, every book you’ve ever read, and every trope that’s been done to death by science fiction. “No, time travel isn’t possible. Those types of things aren’t even internally consistent. If the Terminator went back in time to kill Sarah Connor and succeeded, then it’d have no reason to go back in time, so Sarah Connor wouldn’t have been killed. And if Hollywood logic can’t work out, then neither can this.” “Unless…unless I wasn’t interfering with my surroundings drastically. If I can travel through time, it’s fine as long I only make choices that affect me. But can I even travel through time?” You concentrate real hard again, and hope that you’ll end up further back. Maybe to before $k ‘s trip, or perhaps when you met her at the airport, but you’d settle for just 10 seconds at this point. [[Restaurant 6<-...]]

[img[Images/Restaurant.jpg]] “Good evening. Tonight’s special is a pappardelle al cinghiale complimented with a tomato ragu, and a bottle of imported tempranillo wine.” “Oooh, doesn’t that sound lovely?” $k squeals, looking directly at you once your eyes are opened. “Huh?” $k rolls her eyes. “2 of that, please.” “What just happened?” “Honey, you need to go out of your comfort zone with food sometimes. But since I made you worry so much when I went away, this is on me. When we were in Malé, we had this lov…” //Oh my god, I did it! I restarted time!// It’s a cause for celebration that nearly sends you jumping to your feet and doing a dance reminiscent of the time $k said yes to your proposal. //I could use this power for so much good! Or, so much evil! Imagine the practical jokes I could pull with something like this. I should probably test out my newfound abilities, though. $k didn’t seem to be the biggest fan of my gift. Maybe I could go back and get her something else.// <<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>>

<<if $ViagraA gt 0>><<set $EViagra to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $EBoner gt 0>><<set $EBoner to 0>><</if>>\ <<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> [img[Images/Airport.jpg]] “Honey! Hi! I’m over here!” You yell, getting the attention of $k , as well as half of the other business class passengers that are deboarding. //Boy, she looks even more beautiful the older we get. By the time we’re 80 she’ll win Miss Universe.// <<if $BodysuitA is 0 and $HeelsA is -1>>“$n !” She calls out, with just as much enthusiasm. Scampering over in a gorgeous pair of heels, she embraces you in a welcoming hug, even though you’re greeting her. She rests in the embrace much longer than a usual hug of yours, though just as much as when you hugged her earlier today. After pulling away, you hold each other in your respective arms. “I missed you so much.” She proclaims, a tear forming in her eye. \ <<elseif $BodysuitA is 1 and $HeelsA is -1>>“$n !” She calls out, with just as much enthusiasm. She approaches you, getting slower the closer she gets. Her expression is one of both love and confusion, and when she realizes that the bumps in your chest are more than just awkward foldings of your shirt, the confusion overwhelms the love. “Mind explaining why you have tits…and why you’ve lost some weight, too?” “I believe they call it a bodysuit.” “Right, of course. And you’re wearing one of them…why, exactly?” “That’s a good question.” She shakes her head, perhaps deciding to bring this up later rather than go into detail here. “I missed you so much.”\ <<elseif $BodysuitA is 0 and $HeelsA gt 0>>“$n !” She calls out, with just as much enthusiasm. She approaches you, getting slower the closer she gets. Her expression is one of both love and confusion, and when she notices the heels on your feet, the confusion overwhelms the love. “I thought you were taller. Did you finally get tired of being the shortest guy at work?” “No, I just thought they looked nice.” “And they do, but so does a meat feast pizza, and I don’t see you wearing one of them.” “You’ve not seen under my clothes yet.” She shakes her head, perhaps deciding to bring this up later rather than go into detail here. “I missed you so much.”\ <<elseif $BodysuitA is 1 and $Heels gt 0>>“$n !” She calls out, with just as much enthusiasm. She approaches you, getting slower the closer she gets. Her expression is one of both love and confusion, and when she realizes that the bumps in your chest are more than just awkward foldings of your shirt, the confusion overwhelms the love. “Mind explaining why you have tits…and why you’ve lost some weight, too?” “I believe they call it a bodysuit.” “Right, of course. And you’re wearing one of them…why, exactly?” “That’s a good question.” “And those?” She adds, staring at your heels. “I knew you were taller than normal.” “And since you’re wearing yours, we’re about equal.” You reply, comparing your near identical heights. She shakes her head, perhaps deciding to bring this up later rather than go into detail here. “I missed you so much.”<</if>> \ <<if $GlassesA is 1 and $HatA is 1>>"So what's with these?" $k asks, waving to the new accessories decorating your face. "I can be a little spontaneous too, you know." "No you can't." She replies in a jokingly curt manner. "Yes I can." "No, you can't. I took you 2 months to decide what scented tree to get for your car." "It's important to make sure it smells nice, and if I'm not mistaken, you're quite fond of tropical breeze." You laugh, partly defensive. "Hey, I missed you too, by the way."\ <<elseif $GlassesA is 1 and $HatA is 0>>“Wait, why are you wearing glasses?” “Oh, these?” //I’m worried you became a psychopath while you were away.// “I was complaining about my eyesight to Mr Oldenstein, and he suggested I see an optician. Wouldn’t you know it, turns out I do have a use for them.” “That’s so nice to hear. Can I expect you to stop complaining about seeing him now?” “I wouldn’t go that far.” “And that’s how I know it really is you.” "Hey, I missed you too, by the way."\ <<elseif $GlassesA is 0 and $HatA is 1>>"What's with the hat?" "Aren't I allowed to accessorize?" "If you want to do it well, you should probably wait until I'm around." She stares at it a little more, adjusting the angle slightly. "But I don't dislike it." "You always know just what to say." You snide. "And I missed you too, by the way."\ <<elseif $GlassesA is 0 and $HatA is 0>>“Not as much as I missed you.”<</if>> “This isn’t a competition, $n .” She laughs. “That’s easy for you to say. You had the ocean on your front porch. I’ve had to deal will the presents Mr Jefferson’s dog leaves on ours.” “I’m back for barely a minute, and you’re already complaining about the neighbors again. Couldn’t you just say “I love you”?” “Of course I love you!” You begin the journey, hand in hand, down to collect her luggage. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” “Maybe not quite that much.” “I love you, I love you, I lov… hey, where’s your friends, anyway? Did they stick around in the Maldives?” “Yeah, actually. They decided to stay another week.” “I won’t complain. That means I get you all to myself!” “I still have work to go to on Monday.” “You couldn’t take another week off? I can’t show you all my love and appreciation over just one weekend.” “That doesn’t mean you shouldn't try.” “I intend on it.” “You’ll have to beat me to it. I have a lot of plans now that I’m back. Particularly in the bedroom.” “I can hardly wait to get out the airport. Anyway, what do you want to do for dinner? If you up for something nicer that takeout, we can go to a nice restaurant.” “That’s exactly what I was thinking! How do you feel about…” “Giorno Exquisitar? Absolutely.” $k locks her hand tightly with yours. “Don’t you know me so well?” Loading her luggage into the car, which is double what she took with her, you set off for the restaurant. <<if $ViagraA is 1 and $CCA gt 0>>[[Restaurant Viagra Cage 1<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $ViagraA is 1 and $CCA is 0>>[[Restaurant Viagra Uncaged 1<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[Restaurant 1 v2<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<if $GiftFlowers is 2>><<set $GiftFlowers to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $GiftRoses is 2>><<set $GiftRoses to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $GiftPerfume is 2>><<set $GiftPerfume to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $GiftPerfumeExpensive is 2>><<set $GiftPerfumeExpensive to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $GiftBracelet is 2>><<set $GiftBracelet to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $GiftLingerie is 2>><<set $GiftLingerie to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $GiftAnklet is 2>><<set $GiftAnklet to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $GiftPajamas is 2>><<set $GiftPajamas to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $GiftTrip is 2>><<set $GiftTrip to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $GiftPicture is 2>><<set $GiftPicture to 1>><</if>>\ \ <<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> [img[Images/Restaurant.jpg]] <<if $EGirlyDress is 1>>The car drive doesn't immediately improve the conversation, though $k continues to get softer with each word spoken, until she’s eventually speaking exactly like you’re used to.\ <<elseif $HeelsA gt 0>>The car drive to Giorno’s is much more interesting when you’re driving in heels. Certainly, you feel, this should require its own separate driving license.\ <<else>>The car drive to Giorno’s is much calmer without panic over time dilation. Though maybe you should still have fears over whether it will return, or if your powers happen to disappear, or if this is all some schizophrenic delusion. If anything, though, you’re getting bored of passing the same trees, and circling the same roundabouts.<</if>> “This place is so fancy.” “Yes. Yes it is.” $k earnestly looks at you with eyes that should be tired, but against all odds, aren’t. “Do you remember when we were here before? With Louise and her man of the month?” “Of course I do. What was his name again? I think it was James.” “James, that’s right.” “I wonder what he’s up to now.” “Probably avoiding Louise, I’d imagine. She was always bothered that he left her, not the other way around.” “I don’t suppose she showed any signs of settling down on your vacation, did she?” “Like what?” “Well I don’t know. Maybe if she got married.” “I would have mentioned something like that.” “I’m just being optimistic, I suppose. That wedding finger of hers is allergic to any kind of jewelry, I swear.” “She’s just looking for the right guy. Not everyone is as lucky as us, you know. Most people don’t find their soulmate immediately at college.” $k puts her hand on yours. “Maybe they weren’t taking the right courses.” “Existential philosophy isn’t for everyone.” “No, especially if you want to be happy.” <<if $GiftFlowers is 1>>[[Restaurant 2 v2<-Give her the flowers ][$GiftFlowers to 2, $GiftedFlowers to 1]] <</if>>\ <<if $GiftRoses is 1>>[[Restaurant 2 v2<-Give her the roses ][$GiftRoses to 2, $GiftedRoses to 1]] <</if>>\ <<if $GiftPerfume is 1>>[[Restaurant 2 v2<-Give her the Monroe perfume ][$GiftPerfume to 2, $GiftedPerfume to 1]] <</if>>\ <<if $GiftPerfumeExpensive is 1>>[[Restaurant 2 v2<-Give her the Marson perfume ][$GiftPerfumeExpensive to 2, $GiftedPerfumeExpensive to 1]] <</if>>\ <<if $GiftBracelet is 1>>[[Restaurant 2 v2<-Give her the bracelet ][$GiftBracelet to 2, $GiftedBracelet to 1]] <</if>>\ <<if $GiftLingerie is 1>>[[Restaurant 2 v2<-Give her the lingerie ][$GiftLingerie to 2, $GiftedLingerie to 1]] <</if>>\ <<if $GiftPajamas is 1>>[[Restaurant 2 v2<-Give her the pajamas ][$GiftPajamas to 2, $GiftedPajamas to 1]] <</if>>\ <<if $GiftAnklet is 1>>[[Restaurant 2 v2<-Give her the anklet ][$GiftAnklet to 2, $GiftedAnklet to 1]] <</if>>\ <<if $GiftTrip is 1>>[[Restaurant 2 v2<-Give her the tickets ][$GiftTrip to 2, $GiftedTrip to 1]] <</if>>\ <<if $GiftPicture is 1>>[[Restaurant 2 v2<-Give her the pictures ][$GiftPicture to 2, $GiftedPicture to 1]] <</if>> <<if $ConMove is 3>>[[Restaurant Q Trip<-Ask her about the trip to New Hattan]] <</if>>\ <<if $ConLine is 3>>[[Res Q Line<-Ask her about the new line of clothing]] <</if>>\ <<if $PlugA is 1 and visited("Res Plug 1a") is 0>>[[Res Plug 1a<-Give her the remote control for the butt plug]] <</if>>\ <<if $PlugA is 1 and visited("Res Plug 1a")>>[[Res Plug 2a<-Give her the remote control for the butt plug]] <</if>>\

<<if $GiftAnklet is 2 or $GiftPajamas is 2 or $GiftTrip is 2 or $GiftPicture is 2>><<set $GiftGood to 1>><</if>>\ [img[Images/Restaurant.jpg]] <<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> “Oh honey, I almost forgot.” Neatly sealed with an official looking bow, you get ready to present your gift to $k . “I bought you a little something.” //Hopefully this goes better than the first time.// Her hand gets placed on her chest, right where her heart beats with love. “You didn’t have to. I’m the one who went away.” “Is there some law saying that I can’t get my wife something anyway? I can be affectionate at times, you know.” “Yeah, but your affection usually comes in the form of under the table thigh gropes and untameable morning wood.” “And you’ll still get them, too. But I also want you to have this.” <<if $GiftPicture is 2>>The pictures are proudly placed in a stack on the table, their nature disguised slightly by the thin paper wrapped around the collection. “What exactly could this be?” She picks them up, judging them based off their weight. “They’re not…are they?” She tears into the present the same way she would were it Christmas: elegant, but undeniably excited. “They are!” She shrieks, fanning through all the designs. “Oh $n , these are brilliant!” “I thought you might like them.” “Like them? I love them!” “I’m glad to hear it.” You snide, remembering all the trial and error that brought you to this point. “We’ll have to hang them up later. Just promise me you’ll be more careful with these ones - taking them down to the basement at the slightest sign of lightning is a little much, even for you.” “Hey, you’re the one who suggested we watch Child’s Play. I think the blame is on you.” “As I’ve said before: firstly, it’s a movie. Secondly, there would have to be a serial killer nearby to pass their soul into the picture, and a serial killer is more likely to be in our basement than our living room. Thirdly, a serial killer’s soul inside a doll is scary because the doll can move. What’s a picture going to do if it's possessed? Fall at us?” “Those are…valid points. How about I take them into the spare bedroom?” “Deal.” She agrees. “Just remind to never let you watch Christine.”\ <<elseif $GiftTrip is 2>>You proudly place down the two tickets on the table, and let $k examine them. “You got these?” “The moment you left.” You grin. “$n , I’m excited, I really am, but…I thought it was you that didn’t like traveling. I wouldn’t want to make you do something you’re afraid.” “Honey, if you want to go on a trip together, it’d be selfish of me to say no. So it doesn’t matter how much I’m afraid of flying, TSA, or anything named “terminal”, I’ll go with you.” “That’s sweet of you to say.” She comforts, rubbing your hand. “But I wish we could have talked about this first. I think a 4 month trip around India is a little much.” “Well I…wait, what?” You inspect the tickets. Sure enough, they foretell of a journey to India, with the departure and return date 4 months apart. “That damn travel agent, she swindled me! I always knew I was going to quit my job eventually, but I guess this is the deciding factor.” “Not so fast. I like my career, and I can’t just dip for 4 months.” “I suppose not.” “But…if you’re serious about going on a vacation together, let’s do it. But let’s talk about it first, okay?” “Sure.” “And $n ? No toasters this time.”\ \ \ \ <<elseif $GiftAnklet is 2>>Considering her reaction to the expensive bracelet you bought, it’s hard to believe that the anklet will have a worse reception; you doubly made sure it was cheaper. Placing the opulent box on the table, $k ‘s hands are drawn to it like a hiker to fire. “Oooh, jewelry?” Gently, she shimmies the lid off the box, and unwraps the item from the many layers of protective paper. “I love it!” She shrieks, holding the chain up to the light. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear an anklet.” “No, I don’t think you have either.” She quietly giggles. “Actually, this is great timing. Rachel actually got me one on our trip.” “Oh.” You reply, clearly disheartened. It’d be one thing if Hope or Louise got her it, but Rachel having done it instantly makes you regret the gift, feeling gross at the idea of having similar thoughts. “Mine’s nicer, at least, right?” Even more crushingly, $k doesn’t answer straight away. “It’s got its own charm.” “So you don’t like it?” “That’s not at all what I said.” “So if you were to wear one, which would it be?” “...probably the one Rachel bought for me.” “It’s a good thing I’ve still got the receipt.” “This one you bought me is beautiful, and a gift from my husband is something I’ll always cherish. But Rachel’s one is a reminder of the great time we had. Besides, it’s not like I need to wear one for the rest of time, is it?”\ \ \ \ <<elseif $GiftPajamas is 2>>Placing a bag from Forever Gorgeous on the table, $k ‘s interest is piqued, though she’s still a little reserved. “What on earth is this?” She ponders, lifting the bag up slightly to gauge the weight of the contents. “It can’t be shoes. Is it…a dress?” Your wife can’t tolerate the suspense anymore, and takes out the pajamas. “Aww, they’re so cute.” The pant and t-shirt style really are, hence why you bought them above the others. The center of the shirt features a small caricature of a teddy bear, a connected speech bubble suggesting he loves you. “Thank you, $n . This was a really sweet gift.” “See, I do notice your preferences. It’s just like the ones you wear after work.” “Those ones? Actually, I threw them away just before I left.” “What? Why?” “Louise convinced me to. She said that wearing babydolls and teddies are much better are seducing the men she’s with.” “You hardly need to seduce me anymore.” “To be honest, I’m not sure if I’ll even be wearing babydolls either.” “Oh?” “It was so hot in The Maldives, I just got too sweaty. I ended up sleeping naked after the first night.” Now, your curiosity is piqued. “Naked - entirely?” She nods her head. “It made things so much easier.” “Like what? Jumping in the shower in the morning?” “Among other things.”\ \ \ \ <<elseif $GiftFlowers is 2>><<set $GiftRoses to 3>>$k ‘s face lights up like a flare was just set off at her feet. The corners of her luscious lips curl upwards in a smile that refuses to get old. “$n , these are absolutely beautiful!” “And I hope they smell nice too. What are they called again?” You point at the label. “Tarnation? Carflation?” “Carnations.” “That’s the one. They were so beautiful; they reminded me of you. I just had to get them.” “But they don’t look familiar at all?” “Should they?” $k gently sighs. “They’re what you got me for our last anniversary. And our anniversary before that.” “What can I say? My wife deserves only the most beautiful of flowers.” Now, she rolls her eyes. “That’s cute and all, but could you really not be a little more creative with gifts like these? I know roses are cliched, but at least it’s some variety.” “I’m sorry, hun. I should have remembered.” She rubs her hand atop yours. “There’s always next time.”\ \ \ \ <<elseif $GiftRoses is 2>>$k’s face lights up like TWO flares were just set off at her feet. “$n , roses? You’ll never believe this, but I actually really fancied some on my vacation.” She takes a deep whiff of the dark red flower. “How did you know?” “Well, I couldn’t keep getting you carnations, could I?” $k bursts out in laughter. “You finally caught onto to that?” She gasps. “Did Hope mention that I said something?” You shake your head, laughing. “No, I just got the hint.” “Thank you, $n . Though, roses are quite unoriginal.” She smirks. “Unoriginal? But you said…” “Huh? What did I say?” //Right, she never said that to me. Not this version of $k , anyway.// “Uh, nothing. I just thought you might like them.” “Of course I like them.” She places them on the edge of the table.\ \ \ <<elseif $GiftPerfume is 2>><<set $GiftPerfumeExpensive to 3>>$k ‘s curiosity turns to elation at the premium box of perfume that you place in front of her. “Monroe? I’ve never had this kind of perfume! Thank you, $n !” You smile at witnessing the effect your gift has on her. “Well don’t treat it like a collectible. The key is to use the bottle.” $k giggles. “It’s kind of like saying I smell bad.” Your giggles match hers, though yours are a bit more hearty. “300 people stuffed into a cramped tube don’t tend to smell nice.” “So…I don’t smell good?” “Honey, you smell fine, really.” “Fine isn’t good.” “If you’re really worried about it, why don’t you put some on now? Really, I’m sure you’re smell somehow even more like an angel.” “Put some on? Now? Yeah, maybe.” “Here, let me open the box for you.” As you reach for the box, her hands plant themselves on yours, trapping your fingers between hers and the perfume. “Maybe later, okay?” There’s a brief moment of silence, but it’s hard to let go of something you don’t understand. “I’m sorry honey, did I get you this bottle before or something? Or is it one of those bottles Rachel always wears that I hate?” “No, no. It’s nothing like that.” “Then what is it?” $k has to work up the courage to answer. “It’s just…Monroe has a reputation.” “For great perfume, right?” “Not quite. It’s mainly bought by younger women. Younger, more //promiscuous// women.” “Oh…oh, I see.” You clear your throat. “I’m sorry $k , I really didn’t know.” “No, of course you didn’t, you’d have no way of knowing.” She affirms. “It’s the thought that counts, so don’t feel down.”\ <<elseif $GiftPerfumeExpensive is 2>>$k ‘s curiosity turns to elation at the premium box of perfume that you place in front of her. And this time, she doesn’t have to fake it upon seeing the brand. “Marson - my mother always used to get this.” She eagerly tears open the box, struggles with the plastic casing inside, and then sprays a small amount of it on her wrist. “Smells just like home.” You have to interrupt impromptu moment of nostalgia. “Are you alright?” Her face doesn’t give of any indication of emotion - not even happiness. “$k ?” She returns the once sprayed bottle to the box, before handing it back to you. “I don’t want it.” “Wha…why?” “It brings back too many memories. Put it away, anywhere. I don’t want to see it.” “Alright, okay.” You drop the box on the floor next to you. There’s an uncomfortable silence that follows. Naturally, being the gentleman that you are, sticking on the conversation isn’t an option.\ \ \ <<elseif $GiftBracelet is 2>>The tiny box you place down in front of her radiates luxury. Not that $k could be bought off, but even she isn’t immune to the charm of an occasional gift of jewelry. She gently shimmies off the lid, and folds away the foam padding and tissue paper to unveil the circular band underneath. You bought it in Plathora because it looked beautiful, but in your wife’s hands, it’s even more so. “$n , you really shouldn’t have. This is too much.” She blushes. “For how much I love you, it’s not nearly enough. Go ahead, put it on.” She considers the bracelet some more. “I don’t know, honey. It really is too much.” “I don’t understand what you mean.” “It probably cost you a couple thousand, at least.” “Not to brag, but a little more than that.” She carefully puts the bracelet back in the box, seals it with the lid, and slides it back over to you. “It’s too much. I can’t accept this.” You’re struck back by her refusal to take it. “It’s not even close to the most expensive piece of jewelry I’ve bought you.” You nod at her wedding ring. “And I bought two of them.” “I know, babe, but that’s different, don’t pretend you don’t know that.” You shake your head. “Well it’s going to be a very beautiful paperweight then.” “I’m sorry. I’ll tell you what: give it to me on our anniversary.” “It’d hardly be a surprise.” “I’ll pretend to be surprised.” “I don’t know. I might come to like it sitting on my desk, making sure no documents fly away from a slight gust of wind.” “My anniversary present to you can be a brick, maybe inscribed with our initials.” “Well there goes my surprise.”\ <<elseif $GiftLingerie is 2>>You place the thin, rectangular, box down in front of $k . She’s very curious, at least based on her beady eyes. “My, my, my, what could this be?” Picking it slowly up, she shakes it a little. “Is it a picture? No, it’s too soft for that. A scarf maybe?” She contemplates it for a while longer, but ultimately caves and opens it. “It’s…” Her face instantly turns from giddy to disappointed, like a filter was just used on her “lingerie.” “What do you think? I made sure it was in your size, don’t worry.” She instantly puts the lid back on the box. “What’s that for?” “$n , come on. Don’t pretend this is a present for me when we both know this is more about you getting to see me in it.” “Huh?! I’d never even thought about that!” “Right. I’m sure you were only concerned with my comfort when you got it.” “I was!” “And that would explain why you got me a matching thong and push up bra.” “Well, comfort can be subjective.” She rolls her eyes. “I appreciate the attempt, as hammer fisted as it was, but don’t pretend it was for me. This is like if I bought you a gag, and just so happened to ask you to use it when you’re on one of the rants about your colleagues.” You look at her solemnly for a moment. “I’m sorry. I guess I was just caught up thinking about how sexy you’d be in it.” She breaks out in a smile. “You leave me to choose what I’m wearing, and I’ll let you decide what we do while I’m wearing it.” She salaciously grins. “How could I say no that?”<</if>> <<if $GiftPicture is 2>>//Finally - a gift that worked.//\ <<elseif $GiftAnklet is 2 or $GiftPajamas is 2 or $GiftTrip is 2>>//I suppose that went a little better.//\ <<else>>//She's a lot harder to please than I remember.//<</if>> “Not to sound selfish, or anything. But did you not get me anything?” $k inspect your face from across the table, mentally summing up how eager you are. “Of course I did. Not only did I get you several gifts, but I learned about a //lot// of new things only my trip. I want to share every one of them with you.” “So? Open up already!” “Be patient, honey. You’ll get them all tonight, I promise.” [[Restaurant 6 v2<-Continue]]

[img[Images/Restaurant.jpg]] <<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> The waiter approaches, just like before, only this time, he doesn’t freeze like there’s a scratch on the disc. “Good evening. Tonight’s special is a pappardelle al cinghiale complimented with a tomato ragu, and a bottle of imported tempranillo wine.” “That sounds lovely, doesn’t it babe? Shall we both have that?” “Let’s.” He scurries off after writing a small note down on his A7 pad. “When we were in Malé, we had this lovely salad type dish. Boshi mashuni, I think it was called...” <<if $ViagraA is 2>>[[Ride Home Viagra<-Continue]]\ <<elseif visited("Ride Home 1a")>>[[Ride Home 2a<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[Ride Home 1a<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> The meal progresses without incident. While you do curse yourself for not paying attention to every second of your returning wife’s words, who in their right mind wouldn’t be considering every possible utilization of these newfound powers? Skipping forward through time will cause your 40 hour work week to shrink to less than 5 minutes. Meanwhile, the good things in your life, like the sex, the nice drinks, and the rare instance of quite neighbors, can be repeated endlessly. Hopefully. Sure, there might be more to this power than what meets the eye. You consider the likely caveats - each hour passed cuts a year off your life. That would be a bummer. Or maybe it’s one of those lessons about “it doesn’t matter what you’re doing, it’s living in the moment that counts”. What a load of bull. //On Monday, I’ll get myself a lottery ticket, and make sure I pick the right numbers. Tuesday, I’ll quit work. Wednesday, I’ll get a house out in the suburbs. Listen to me, I’m like the Solomon Grundy of mid life crises.// Of course, the thought of doing something noble with your powers does strike you. Naturally, it’s also a terrifying ball to start rolling. The world could be improved in so many ways - whose parents do you stop from meeting first? Regardless of whoever is first on your hit list, it’s important to ensure you don’t inadvertently end up precluding your own birth. That’d really mess up your Netflix binges. //Enough about the future. $k is right here. I should be showing her some more respect.// “Shall we dash? I’m itching to get back home, and back in the bedroom.” “If you insist.” The waiter reappears with a snap of $k ‘s fingers, and she takes cares of the cheque, in addition to an overly generous tip, as is her custom. <<if visited("Ride Home 1b") is 0>>[[Ride Home 1b<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $CCA is 2>>[[Riding Home Caged<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[Riding Home 2b<-Continue]]<</if>> <<if visited("Escape Chastity Pepper Glasses") and $CCA is 1>>[[Riding Home Caged<-Hide her pepper spray, then continue][$EHidePepper to 1]]\ <<elseif visited("Escape Chastity Pepper Glasses") and $CCA is 0>>[[Riding Home 2b<-Hide her pepper spray, then continue][$EHidePepper to 1]]<</if>>

<<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> [img[Images/City.jpg]] Returning to your car, $k rides shotgun whilst you begin the drive home. A relaxing song is strumming you into a calm sensibility, and your wife seems to be in much a similar mood. She’s staring off at the skyscrapers piercing the sky like she were new here. “They didn’t put up any new ones while you were away. But on the construction site on the corner of Portland and Derth, they finally got scaffolding up. I think they’re on time to finish up before the next ice age.” “I’d forgotten how beautiful it was.” “It’s hardly the ocean on your doorstep.” “No, but it has its own charm.” $k turns off the radio. “What’s up?” She doesn’t answer. At least, not verbally. A hand - one you’ve not felt like this since she went away, begins massaging your thigh. Each rub gets closer and closer to your crotch. Giddy giggles are spersed between your confused words. “Honey, not that I don’t appreciate your love, but I’m driving. Can you really not wait another ten minutes?” Scared she might stop, you amend your words. “It’s fine if you don’t. Just warn me if you’re going to do anything which might make my eyes roll into the back of my head, and I’ll merge into the carpool lane.” In a strangely sexy silence, her hand continues its trend upwards, where she masterfully unbuckles your pants, despite the interior of the car being mostly dark, save the specks of light on the dash. Your zipper slides down a second later, and she doesn’t show any signs of stopping. Your underwear is yanked down slightly, as are the pants - just enough for something to wrap itself around your member. “You’re not hard yet?” She inquires, her naked hand touching your naked genitals. “Multi tasking was never my strong suit. Will you be giving me a hand?” No hands jerk off your flaccid cock. Instead, $k leans over, her head mere inches away from the tip of your dick. Each hot breath from her mouth tantalizes your member, and threatens to give you an erection without anymore contact. From your position, there’s barely anything to be seen. $k ‘s head and hair are blocking the view, not like that’d be necessary to get off. But what happens next, isn’t what your mind first goes to. There’s no drooling on your penis, no slippery tongue encircling your head, and no set of lips wrapping around it so masterfully. The distinct sensation that you do experience is far from anything that you’ve ever felt. There’s an awkward fidgeting going on, but you implicitly trust your wife, and so don’t complain when your balls are massaged slightly, lifted up, and almost squeezed past something. Then, your cock gets a similar treatment. It’s stiffly slid into something that you initially believe a condom; a condom that was frozen beforehand, as it’s particularly cold. It’s also quite hard. Not in the same way that a penis is occasionally, but actually stiff, and unmoving as your cock is shoved against it. “$k ?” The only sound you hear is something ratchety, like two pieces of metal gently striking each other, then something recognizable: a padlock being shut. $k stops leaning over, and returns properly to her seat. “Wha…what was that?” She’s still silent, and you can’t make out her face in unilluminated car, yet you think she’s smirking. Too curious about the bizarre sensation your penis is experiencing, you turn on the interior light. [[Ride Home 1c<-Continue]]

<<if $TalkChastity is 0>><<set $TalkChastity to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $TalkTime is 0>><<set $TalkTime to 1>><</if>>\ <<set $BuyCage to 1>>\ <<set $BuyViagra to 1>>\ <<set $CCA to 1>>\ <<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> You've unlocked a new item at the sex shop! You've unlocked a new item at the pharmacy! //Mr Oldenstein might have something to say about this.// “$k , what the hell is that?” Balancing looks at the road, and looks at your crotch, you inspect whatever is on your dick. “Why did you put my dick in this thing?” Steering with one hand, you poke the metallic cage. “What’s with it? And why is there a lock?” You give the whole contraption a yank in attempt to rip it off, but your balls threaten to go with it. “Oww. $k , what the hell?” Waiting to reply, she turns off the interior light. “You know you’re not supposed to have it on while driving.” “Why is my dick in prison?” “It’s called a chastity cage.” “I don’t care what it’s called. Why did you put my dick in it?” “You wanted to experience the things I learned on my trip, and the presents I got you. This is part one.” ““Part one?” What’s part 10? A rehabilitation program?” “You and your dick will be changing tonight.” “Is that a yes?” Your glances go from the road, to your caged crotch, and to your wife, who you’re growing increasingly concerned is going to pull out something else that’s steel to trap a random part of your body in. “That thing was in your handbag? How the hell did you get it through customs?” “Stop being so concerned with the past, babe. You’ve got the future to look forward to.” Her hand goes back to massaging your thigh, but you’re far too concerned with what’s on your dick to take pleasure in it. “If you pledged to be abstinent while you’re away, I’m going to be really upset.” <<if $ESeenLingerie is 1>>[[Wear Lingerie Seen<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $LingerieA is 2 or $LingerieA is 3>>[[Wear Lingerie Lingerie<-Continue]]\ <<elseif visited("Wear Lingerie 1a")>>[[Wear Lingerie 2a<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[Wear Lingerie 1a<-Continue]]<</if>>

[[Mall<-Return]] <<if $BuyDildo lt 3>>The sex shop, sadly, doesn’t sell sex. Not directly. You don’t sell a service, you offer it. No, it’s a sex TOY shop. And not just toys, but everything else vaguely sexual. Whips and chains are easy to understand, though the rubber gnomes and snowglobes need a little more creativity to be figured out. Of course, to the truly gifted, creatively speaking, a store like this is unnecessary. Cucumbers are excellent analogues for dildos in a pinch, and who can’t tie a towel to function as primitive bindings? The greatest detractor from sex stores are DIY Dads. If they could ever get off their butts and do something, these stores would be long out of business.\ <<elseif $BuyDildo gte 3>>After your toilet stall training, only the girthiest and longest of dildos in the store manage to give you a shiver, as well as a renewed appreciation for porn stars.<</if>> <<if $BuyPlug is 1>>[[Buy Plug<-Ask for advice on how to orgasm]] \ <<elseif $BuyPlug is 2>>You've already bought a vibrating butt plug. <</if>>\ <<if $BuyCage is 0>>\ <<elseif $CC1 is 0>>Buy a [[Sex S<-chastity cage][$CC1 to 1]].\ <<else>>You’ve already bought a chastity cage. //And the key. I hope.//<</if>> <<if $BuyDildo is 0>>\ <<elseif $BuyDildo is 1>>Buy a [[Buy dildo<-dildo][$BuyDildo to 2]].\ <<elseif $BuyDildo gt 1>>You've already bought a dildo.<</if>> <<if $BuyMaidOutfit is 0>>\ <<elseif $BuyMaidOutfit is 1>>Buy a [[Sex S<-Maid outfit][$BuyMaidOutfit to 2]]\ <<elseif $BuyMaidOutfit is 2>>You've already bought a maid outfit.<</if>> <<if $BuyClamps is 0>>\ <<elseif $BuyClamps is 1>>Nipple clamps - out of stock.\ <<elseif $BuyClamps is 2>>You've already bought nipple clamps.<</if>> <<if $EOCWarning is 1 and $BuyClamps is 1>>*End of current content for this path. <</if>>\

<<set $CCA to 1>>\ <<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> [img[Images/City.jpg]] Just as before, you drive while $k rides shotgun. The journey is momentarily pleasant. The radio’s music is less intrusive than typical, and the dark sky of the city punctuated with faint lights in the distance add up to a serviceable distraction, for a while. $k adores the architecture some more, though you now spot her slyly removing the chastity cage from her bag. Her routine is exactly the same as before. She lulls you into a state of lustful eagerness by stroking your leg, and then tugs your pants and underwear down in a single motion, one that allows her uninterrupted access to your penis. “You’re not hard yet?” “Not yet, but any minute. If I just keep trying…” You can’t manifest the erection you’re so desperately eager. And $k , feeling the moment is perfect, traps your penis inside the steel case. “Honey, why did you lock my penis in a chastity cage?” “You already know what it is? You’ve been watching some kinky things while I’m away.” “And when you’re here. But why would you want my penis to be in this thing?” “You wanted to experience the things I learned on my trip, and the presents I got you. This is part one.” “You could have at least asked first.” $k laughs heartily. “Oh, honey. I know.” <<if $ESeenLingerie is 1>>[[Wear Lingerie Seen<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $LingerieA is 2 or $LingerieA is 3>>[[Wear Lingerie Lingerie<-Continue]]\ <<elseif visited("Wear Lingerie 1a")>>[[Wear Lingerie 2a<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[Wear Lingerie 1a<-Continue]]<</if>>

Slipping your penis into the chastity cage takes more effort than $k made it look earlier, or later. Nevermind which. The circular rings takes some precise MacGyvering around your cock and balls, though when it’s secure, you’d hardly be able to notice the difference once it warms up to your body. The actual cage is secured to it by a couple of pins, and a tiny padlock to prevent the two from separating. //If my dick is going to be caged like a criminal, I should find it a little orange jumpsuit.// [[Toilets<-Return]]

[[Mall<-Return]] Mr Oldenstein’s office, reception, corridor, and even the <<if $Ran1 is 1>>small<<elseif $Ran1 is 2>>tiny<<elseif $Ran1 is 3>>laughable<</if>> excuse for a <<if $Ran2 is 1>>restroom<<elseif $Ran2 is 2>>toilet<<elseif $Ran3 is 3>>washroom<</if>>, is <<if $Ran3 is 1>>depressing<<elseif $Ran3 is 2>>saddening<<elseif $Ran3 is 3>>a cause of melancholy<</if>>, which is a feeling you get so often here that it might as well be on his business card. [img[Images/Therapy room.jpg]] “$n , I’m so happy to see you again! Please, come in.” The doc’s approaching elderly voice stirs you from your daydream, and he welcomes you into his office, or lab, as you prefer to mentally call it. <<if $MakeupA gt 0 or $DressA gt 0 or $BodysuitA is 1>> There's a chance his glasses are actually worsening his vision, as he doesn't once mention your overhauled appearance, much to your relief.<</if>> <<if $TalkTime is 2>>[[Relive<-Relive moments of your life]] <</if>>\ <<if $TalkChastity is 1>>[[T Chastity<-Talk about chastity][$TalkChastity to 2]] \ <<elseif $TalkChastity is 2>>You've already discussed chastity. <</if>>\ <<if $TalkTime is 2>>Bringing up your time travel talents to Mr Oldenstein again might result in an involuntary trip to a puzzle factory. Probably not for the best. \ <<elseif $TalkTime is 1>>[[T Time<-Talk about being able to travel through time][$TalkTime to 2]] <</if>>\ <<if $TalkPanties is 2>>Unless you were wanting to excavate further truama, bringing up panties again isn't the best idea. \ <<elseif $TalkPanties is 1>>[[T Panties<-Talk about wearing lingerie][$TalkPanties to 2]] <</if>>\ <<if $TalkMilk is 2>>There's little more to be gained in discussing your nightime wearing of lingerie and milk acquisiton. \ <<elseif $TalkMilk is 1>>[[T Milk<-Talk about getting milk in lingerie][$TalkMilk to 2]] <</if>>\ <<if $TalkBlush is 2>>Not only have you outgrown discussing Captain Millenia, but your powers are much cooler than his, too. \ <<elseif $TalkBlush is 1>>[[T Blush<-Talk about having a makeover][$TalkBlush to 2]] <</if>>\ <<if $TalkGift is 2>>Mr Oldenstein has already proven that he'd make a great Secret Santa. \ <<elseif $TalkGift is 1>>[[T Gift<-Talk about getting a gift for your wife][$TalkGift to 2]] <</if>>\ <<if $ConMove is 2>>[[T Trip<-Talk about your wife's secret trip]] \ <<elseif $ConMove gt 2>>Mr Oldenstein already gave you (for once) some good advice. <</if>>\ <<if $ConMaid is 3>>[[T Maid<-Talk about the maids' troubles]] \ <<elseif $ConMaid gt 3>>//Why does his advice always have to involve talking?// <</if>>\ <<if $ConLine is 2>>[[T Line<-Talk about your wife's new line of clothing][$ConLine to 3]] \ <<elseif $ConLine gte 3>>You've already talked about $k 's new line of clothing. <</if>>\ <<if $TalkDress is 1>>[[T Prom Dress<-Talk about wearing a dress][$TalkDress to 2]] \ <<elseif $TalkDress is 2>>You've already talked about wearing a dress. <</if>>\ <<if $TalkOrgasm is 1>>[[T Orgasm<-Talk about being unable to orgasm][$TalkOrgasm to 2]] \ <<elseif $TalkOrgasm is 2>>You've already talked about being unable to orgasm. <</if>>

<<set $EChastity to 1>>\ <<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> [img[Images/City.jpg]] Just as before, you drive whole $k rides shotgun. The journey is momentarily pleasant. The radio’s music is less intrusive than normal, and the dark sky of the city punctuated with faint lights in the distance add up to a serviceable distraction, for a while. $k adores the architecture some more, though you now spot her slyly removing the chastity cage from her bag. Of course, given that you’re already wearing one of your own free will, she’s in for quite a surprise when she unbuckles your pants. Her routine is exactly the same as before. A caressing hard massages your thigh, gradually getting higher and higher, until your zipper is undone, and your pants, along with your underwear, are tugged down. $k ‘s hand brushes across your caged member, and she instantly turns to you. “Is that what I think it is?” She turns on the interior light, and her jaw lowers in a display of pleasant surprise. “Why are you wearing a chastity cage?” She puts away her own cage as subtly as she took it out. “I thought you’d like it.” “And what would make you think that?” “Well, don’t you?” She inspects it a little more closely. “Where’s the key?” She doesn’t wait for an answer before rummaging inside your pockets, where she quickly finds the only thing that can open it. “So you do like it?” “I think it’s adorable.” “See, I knew you’d warm up to it eventually. Immediately, in fact. Besides, I thought it’d make me a better lover.” “Aww, honey, that’s so romantic. But do you really think you need to go to these lengths to be a better lover?” “Well I was going to try those penis extension pills, but I think I’d need to take a chemist’s worth to have an effect. Besides, this thing can be used without the side effects of headaches, spontaneous erections, constipation, excessive amounts of precum, and the risk of death when consumed with high amounts of alcohol.” “You are so selfless.” $k laughs. “Sometimes.” “It’s a small price to pay to make you orgasm properly.” “I keep telling you: I’ve never faked an orgasm.” “And until we get a polygraph for the bedroom, I’m not going to believe you.” You turn off the interior light. “You know we’re not supposed to keep that on.” <<if $ESeenLingerie is 1>>[[Wear Lingerie Seen<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $LingerieA is 2 or $LingerieA is 3>>[[Wear Lingerie Lingerie<-Continue]]\ <<elseif visited("Wear Lingerie 1a")>>[[Wear Lingerie 2a<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[Wear Lingerie 1a<-Continue]]<</if>>

“So, $n , has anything interesting happened in your life lately? Or would you like to pick up where we left off before, when we were discussing the perceived rejection of your mother, the unrealistic expectations of your father, and how you struggled to cope as an adolescent without an emotional support system?” “Actually, I was hoping to discuss why my wife wanted to lock me in a chastity cage.” Mr Oldenstein doesn’t budge at the sudden shift of course. “Certainly. Does it bother you?” “Bother me? I don’t know. It makes me worried, that’s for sure. I couldn’t imagine her trying to do anything like this before her vacation. Not even when we were much younger, or were just dating. I don’t know where she gets these crazy ideas from. How am I not supposed to worry about it? So yes. Yes, I’m bothered.” “She’s never expressed a desire like this before?” “Well, there was one time when we first started dating. Actually, it was the first time we had sex.” “We had a date at Diluscio’s. I was up at 11am sharp. I had a big breakfast to prepare me for the day, and then I went out to get a fresh new outfit. I remember it perfectly - I got this white T-shirt from Loft’s for 9.99$, some off beige chinos from Undone for 25$, and a black sports jacket from Upside-Downable for 40$. Of course, a couple days later, I kid you not, I found the exact same jacket in World Of Venner for 25$. Exact same - from the texture, to the size, and to the lining. I was going to return the jacket that I’d bought, but by that point I’d lost the receipt. Anyway. I got a fresh trim from the barber, stopped by the scents shop for some new cologne - I can’t remember what the bottle was, but I know I’ve only spent more on cologne once, and that was for our wedding.” “We met at her house, and took a cab to the restaurant. I promised on the way that I’d pay for the whole night. Clueless me, huh? I’d no idea just how expensive it was. We both got a three course meal. Thing was, I was still full from breakfast. I just about finished the entrée, but couldn’t manage another bite. So I paid for 6 meals, $k had 3, and I could only manage one. Ugh, I was a mess. But the magic was still there - even when she pointed out that I hadn’t taken the tag of my chinos.” “We went back to my apartment, and just based on how we were talking on the couch, we both knew things were going to escalate. I couldn’t have been happier, and if I may say so, she was pretty eager too. Eventually, when it was a little past midnight, she went to the bedroom to undress. Now, here was my dilemma: I hadn’t jerked off the whole day. I can count on two hands the number of times I’ve not jerked of in a day, and my wedding, and the time I was hospitalized, accounts for half. So I was incredibly horny. I knew that if I went in there without doing anything about it, I’d finish in under 2 minutes. That’s fine now, but this was our first time, so it needed to be special. Besides, I couldn’t let her think I was that selfish, could I? I did the only reasonable thing; I jerked off in the living room whilst looking at the TV.” “I must have lost track of time, though. I thought I’d been at it about 3 minutes, but $k swears whenever it’s brought up that it was at least 10. Naturally, she came to check on what was taking me so long. I was oblivious to her as she stared at me finishing to a Diet Cola commercial. When I turned around, I was shocked to see her there. She wasn’t disgusted though, not even angry, just confused. She asked why I’d do that, and when I explained I wanted to last longer for her, she told me that was really sweet. It was in that moment that I knew I loved her.” “I’m sorry, how did I get onto this?” “You were discussing your wife’s first suggestion of you trying chastity a chastity cage.” “Oh right, yes. Well, it was hardly chastity. It was a single joke that she might have to keep an eye on me whenever I went to the bathroom before sex. But I think it’s recontextualized if she wants to try chastity now, isn’t it?” [[Therapist office<-Return]]

<<timed 10s>> <<script>> var img = document.createElement("img"); img.src = "Images/T1A.jpg"; // img.classList.add("fl"); document.querySelector("#story").appendChild(img); img.addEventListener("animationend", function () { img.remove(); }); <</script>><</timed>>\ <<timed 20s>> <<script>> var img = document.createElement("img"); img.src = "Images/T1B.jpg"; // img.classList.add("fc"); document.querySelector("#story").appendChild(img); img.addEventListener("animationend", function () { img.remove(); }); <</script>><</timed>>\ <<timed 30s>> <<script>> var img = document.createElement("img"); img.src = "Images/T1C.jpg"; // img.classList.add("fr"); document.querySelector("#story").appendChild(img); img.addEventListener("animationend", function () { img.remove(); }); <</script>><</timed>>\ \ \ \ “$n , it’s great to see you again.” Mr Oldenstein greets the moment your butt gets comfortable on the seat. “Please, let’s begin right away.” “No complaints from me, doc.” You’re more than eager to trail him to his office of torment, patent pending. It gets you away from his other patients, and his couch is like a womb after a long day. “I’m glad to see you back. Last time we spoke, it seemed like you weren’t the biggest fan of psychotherapy.” “Psychotherapy? No. If we could just skip to the part were you give me xanax, that’d be great.” “Now $n , you know I can’t do that.” “Are you sure? Ted Bundy Jr in the waiting room seemed pretty eager to get in here, so we’d be doing everyone a favor.” “You mentioned that beginning these session was your wife’s idea. Have you talked to her anymore about why it was so important to her?” “$k just says it does wonders for her, and wants me to have that same joy.” “And you mentioned that you’d rather not do these sessions? What was her response?” “She gave me the cold shoulder for a while. Eventually I told her that until things changed, sex was off the table. It was a bluff. I broke down the next day begging for some action.” “And how does that make you feel?” “I guess it’s for the best. Happy wife makes for a happy life, right?” “Do you feel at all like she’s getting what she wants, and you’re always getting the short end of the stick?” “Mr Oldenstein, I don’t know what you’re implying, but I assure you, she’s getting the short end of my stick.” “An uneven relationship like that often makes people feel unsettled. Have you ever felt before like she’s walking over you?” “I don’t know. Maybe sometimes.” “How do you feel about that?” //How do I feel about being walked over? Geez, it’s like this guy is trying to see if I have foot fetish or something.// [[Therapist Q2<-“I guess it’s alright.” (I have a foot fetish.)][$FFeet to 1]] [[Therapist Q2<-“I don’t like it.” (Feet? No thanks.)]]

<<timed 7s>> <<script>> var img = document.createElement("img"); img.src = "Images/T2A.jpg"; // img.classList.add("fl"); document.querySelector("#story").appendChild(img); img.addEventListener("animationend", function () { img.remove(); }); <</script>><</timed>>\ <<timed 14s>> <<script>> var img = document.createElement("img"); img.src = "Images/T2B.jpg"; // img.classList.add("fr"); document.querySelector("#story").appendChild(img); img.addEventListener("animationend", function () { img.remove(); }); <</script>><</timed>>\ <<if $FFeet is 1>>“I guess it’s alright.” Mr Oldenstein scribbles down some words with alacrity, which is a first for him. “And does your wife ever try to disguise this?” “Disguise it?” “Her walking over you. Like a sheer cover that slightly hides what’s underneath.”\ \ <<elseif $FFeet is 0>>“No. No, I don’t like it. Who would?” “Some couples find that a relationship like that works for them, but it’s fine if you don’t feel that way. Has your wife ever tried to hide these attempts from you?” “Hide them?” “Her walking over you. Like a sheer cover that slightly hides what’s underneath.”<</if>> “Maybe.” “And how do you feel about that?” //Is he still on about feet? Does he really think I like when my wife slips on a thin, gauzy material over her feet and the rest of her legs to provide them with a refined appearance and shape?// [[Therapist Q3<-“I enjoy it.” (Nylon? Absolutely.)][$FNylon to 1]] [[Therapist Q3<-“I don’t like it.” (Nylon? What about it?)]]

<<timed 8s>> <<script>> var img = document.createElement("img"); img.src = "Images/T3A.jpg"; // img.classList.add("fr"); document.querySelector("#story").appendChild(img); img.addEventListener("animationend", function () { img.remove(); }); <</script>><</timed>>\ <<timed 16s>> <<script>> var img = document.createElement("img"); img.src = "Images/T3B.jpg"; // img.classList.add("fc"); document.querySelector("#story").appendChild(img); img.addEventListener("animationend", function () { img.remove(); }); <</script>><</timed>>\ <<if $FNylon is 1>>“Yeah, I suppose I am quite fond of it.” “That’s perfectly healthy.” “Whatever happened to fruit and vegetables being all the healthy things you need?”\ <<elseif $FNylon is 0>>“I can’t say I enjoy it.” “That’s natural.” “Nothing about life feels natural right now.”<</if>> “Does $k ever get aggressive with you?” “Only with the pillow that she dresses up to look like me.” “She’s never hit you? Not even slapped you?” “No…and not vice versa, either.” “That’s a good sign of an even relationship. But do you ever think she might strike you? Or do you ever wish for that?” “What a weird thing to wish for.” “Some men appreciate when their wives are more expressive with their emotions. Otherwise, those feelings might fly under the radar.” [[Therapist Q4<-“I suppose I get that” (Violence and sadism? Those are my middle names.)][$FViolence to 1]] [[Therapist Q4<-“We don’t need that.” (Pain? Why would I want that?)]]

<<timed 10s>> <<script>> var img = document.createElement("img"); img.src = "Images/T5A.jpg"; // img.classList.add("fr"); document.querySelector("#story").appendChild(img); img.addEventListener("animationend", function () { img.remove(); }); <</script>><</timed>>\ <<if $FBondage is 1>>“I can handle it.” “Really? Even if it feels like you’re drowning?” “Hey, of all the ways to die, in a lake sounds pretty good to.”\ <<elseif $FBondage is 0>>“I hate feeling like that.” “Like you’re drowning?” “Right. I don’t care how much of my body is water, it’s still not that natural to me.”<</if>> “Water isn’t the only fluid you can drown in.” “No, but the moment they find a maple syrup river, I’ll be the first to volunteer myself for scientific research.” “So you’re comfortable around liquids? Even ones that are less pleasant?” [[Therapist Q6<-“Liquids? Water off my back.“ (Watersports get two thumbs up from me.)][$FPee to 1]] [[Therapist Q6<-“Not really.” (Pee isn’t my cup of tea.)]]

<<timed 15s>> <<script>> var img = document.createElement("img"); img.src = "Images/T6A.jpg"; // img.classList.add("fr"); document.querySelector("#story").appendChild(img); img.addEventListener("animationend", function () { img.remove(); }); <</script>><</timed>>\ <<timed 30s>> <<script>> var img = document.createElement("img"); img.src = "Images/T6B.jpg"; // img.classList.add("fc"); document.querySelector("#story").appendChild(img); img.addEventListener("animationend", function () { img.remove(); }); <</script>><</timed>>\ <<timed 45s>> <<script>> var img = document.createElement("img"); img.src = "Images/T6C.jpg"; // img.classList.add("fl"); document.querySelector("#story").appendChild(img); img.addEventListener("animationend", function () { img.remove(); }); <</script>><</timed>>\ “How close are you with your colleagues?” “About a cubicle’s length.” “Do you get along with them? Any post work drinks, wedding invitations, or double dates?” “Well, this one time my boss invited me to come to his son’s bar mitzvah.” “Did you go?” “I did. Thing was, I’d never been to one before. My wife told me it was important to get the kid a present, and since he was becoming an adult, I thought “hey, what better gift than a 6 pack of beer?” After that, I wasn’t invited to much. Win/win, in my book.” “What about your wife’s colleagues? Have you interacted with them at all?” “A couple times, yeah. All the women in her line of work are absolutely incredible. I need a pair of blacked-out glasses whenever I pick her up.” “And the men?” “Eh.” “Are you jealous of them at all?” “Not jealous, no. Maybe envious.” “Right.” “Her boss is a nice guy, but how am I not supposed to be insecure when he looks like he’s chiseled out of stone? From top to bottom, the man’s a greek god. Great voice too. He would have made a killer Shakin’ Stevens impersonator.” “Do you ever have worries over your wife having any extra marital relations?” “These days, I’m concerned when she wants to have marital relations, nevermind extra.” “Where do you think your envy of her boss comes from? Are you certain you have no hidden fears that she might have feelings for him?” “Maybe some nights.” “How would you feel if she were doing something like that?” [[Therapist Final<-“I could be okay with it.” (Cuckolding? Since when was I into that?)][$FCuck to 1]] [[Therapist Final<-“That’s a big no-no.” (I don’t want to see my wife with another man. Now a woman?...)]]

<<set $MetTherapist to 1>>\ Mr Oldenstein sets aside his clipboard after making a great many more notes than usual. One of these days, it might be worth dropping a laxative or two in his coffee so you can check out all his thoughts on you, though you also aren’t ruling out the possibility that he’s just doodling prehistoric and fictitious creatures alike. “That seems to be all the time we have for today. But I really feel like we made some serious progress. I’m glad you decided to come back, even if it was at your wife’s insistence.” “Yeah, me too, doc. Would you prefer cheque or bank transfer?” You’re shown out shortly afterwards, free for another week. For a moment, you feel a sense of deja vu for a long absent feeling. It’s like when you had sports at school. Sure, it was only once a week, but your week seemed structured around it. Destroy your body on Wednesday being made to play football, beg your mother to let you have the day off on Thursday, struggle to stand up on Friday, be reasonably better on Monday, and then spend all Tuesday dreading Wednesday. The intangible feeling doesn’t go away instantly, but that might be another product of this whole time phenomen you’re going through. [[Mall<-Continue]]

“$n , what’s on your mind today?” “Ah, what the heck. I know you’ll never believe me, but I’ve come to realize that I have the power to travel through time.” “And what have you done with this...power?” “As of now - whatever now is - I’ve just repicked up my wife from the airport several times, tried to get her the perfect gift, you know, the usual.” “Most people would choose to branch out of their comfort zone with such a power. Could it be that you’re too attached to your wife, and you’re only considering options that involve her, in attempt to get even closer?” “You might be onto something, doc. She is the light of my life, like a lighthouse guiding me to shore. But if that lighthouse isn’t there, my hull’s going to be breached by rocks, or some other nautical metaphor that sounds clever.” “Perhaps visiting other moments in your past will be a worthwhile experience. Your wedding, for instance.” “That’s a great idea! I do love her more than ever, but we have changed so much since that day. Thanks doc!” Mr Oldenstein’s hands stick to his clipboard, though you’re ready to bolt if he reaches for the phone in an attempt to dial the local puzzle factory. [[Therapist office<-Return]]

It’s the morning of the biggest day of your life, $k ‘s, too. Thankfully, you called an early night on the stag do 12 hours ago. After a couple of drinks, you collapsed in the hotel lobby. Either one of the security guards generously carried you up, or your buddies hauled you up themselves. Based on the lack of dicks drawn on your face during the surprisingly pleasant slumber, probably the former, which is a tip worthy act. You’d find out years later that the two drinks you had, which appeared to be a double vodka and cola, was actually just one single and a diet cherry flavored cola. That was the same night you discovered your fellow stags continued the night without you. In fact, the stripper they hired attested to it being the best night of her life. It’s nice to know your wedding brought other people together, not just you and $k . The first thing you noticed on the morning of the wedding was your soon to be father in law, sat on the room’s desk chair, staring disappointed at your yawning body. “I’ll never understand what $k ever saw in you. There were so many suitors for her, I made sure of it. Yale graduates, civil engineers, professional athletes. The only balls you’ve ever held are dangling below that tiny cock of yours, that’s if they’ve even dropped.” “Sir, I have to correct you right there. I got pretty good at dodgeball in highschool. I already had a lot of experience from all the crumpled up balls of paper lobbed at me.” “Despite the millionaires that I made sure ran into her, who does she end up falling for? The class clown. The fool who uses humor as a defense mechanism. We all know you’re like this due to a traumatic childhood of parental neglect and persistent bullying, causing a pathological shift in your brain’s structure in order to better cope. But even you can’t fool yourself. All the xanax in the world won’t wash away your internal struggles.” “Hey, if I wanted an analyst, I’d go on Dr Phil.” “I’m giving you one last chance, $n . I have a suitcase with a million dollars in my car - it’s yours. Every penny. All I ask is that you never show your face around my daughter again. Move away somewhere, begin a new life, and stop ruining mine.” “A million dollars? Geez. I don’t trust the banks either, but I don’t know if I’d keep all that in a suitcase.” $k ‘s father stormed out after several more attempts at persuasion, coercion, and thinly veiled threats. Even to the present day, you’re unsure if his presence in your room was genuine, or if he was just a figment of your psychosis, and you don’t dare bring it up. The wedding itself was just about the only thing in your life that went off without a major hiccup - excluding your literal hiccups. $k giggled about them by your side at the altar. Though before her dad gave her away, you’re certain that he whispered a small “are you sure about this?” to her. Louise is the only member of $k ‘s current circle that was there that a day, a bridesmaid. In retrospect, so many years later, perhaps worrying about her loose lifestyle affecting your wife has all been without merit. $k has never before shown signs of straying, even if one of her closest friends has a body count comparable to that of a small village. Despite his protestations about the marriage, fictitious or not, $k ‘s father did post a serious amount of cash so that you could have a lovely honeymoon. 2 weeks on the beaches of spain without rain, plenty of champagne, and according to your wife, the best sexual game of your life. That fortnight alone is worth reliving a thousand times over. Compared to that brief period, your sexual prowess now is miserable. Perhaps that’s natural for all marriages. [[Relive Marriage<-Return]]

The butterfly effect is truly fascinating. A tiny creature flapping its wings could cause a tornado on the other side of the world. Of course, a bigger creature is going to have a better chance of creating that storm, and this scenario is the dragon of that metaphor. Not turning up for your own wedding is a life decision more drastic than proposing in the first place. $k ‘s father would definitely approve of the decision, all whilst using the opportunity to slander your family name in every conceivable way. $k would find a replacement quickly, probably. She’d definitely be stuck on you for a long time, but a woman as pretty as her can’t check the mail without a cat call or dinner invitation. Her new lover would be better in every conceivable way. Stronger, smarter, sexier, funnier, better endowed. But where would you end up? Well, according to a calender, you manage to jump to a random day 5 years after no-showing your wedding. “This isn’t so bad. See, I would have done great, even if $k didn’t consider me a charity case.” You’re in a beautiful 1 bedroom apartment. Not the abode you and $k share, sure, but it’s nicely decorated in a cozy manner. The kitchen is well stocked, and apart from the blanket and pillow on the couch, the living room is clean. Meandering curiously into the bedroom, you remain prideful at observing what you managed to achieve. Based on the litter of newspapers all turned to the business section, you became a successful stock broker. Demeaning work, but well paying work nonetheless. Peaking into your wife’s closet, you observe a multitude of gorgeous dresses hung up, with dozens of shoe boxes neatly stacked beneath. A small check inside confirms that she’s a fan of high heels. The contents of adjacent drawers instantly get your heart, among other body parts, racing. Sultry items of lingerie outnumber the dull ones 5 to 1. Not that you’d ever complain at getting to see the things $k wears, but these are downright slutty in the best of ways. The front door to the apartment is opened and promptly shut, the approaching footsteps attest to your wife’s arrival. “Hi honey.” “$n , what the hell are you doing looking at my panties?! You’re a pervert, I knew it! Jason, get in here!” She calls out, and a man comes rushing in behind her. “Your friend’s a disgusting loser.” “Lisa, I’m sure this is just a big misunderstanding.” “How long are you going to let your old buddy stay with us?” “He just needs a place to stay for a while. You know things can be rough sometimes.” “I don’t care. If he’s going to be sniffing my knickers, or whatever it is he’s doing, I want him gone.” “Babe, d…” “GONE!” The wife yells, storming out. The man, who you now realize looks vaguely familiar, though you can’t place the face, turns to you with a compassionate look on him. “$n , I’m sorry, man. Is there anywhere else you can stay for a while? I know things are terrible after the divorce, but would your ex not even let you sleep on the couch? Walking in on her with another man must be traumatic, nevermind three, but would you be able to stomach it?” //No thanks. I don’t mind if $k occasionally complains about my cooking. I’ll take that over this any day.// [[Relive Marriage<-Return]]

<<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> Though your mind is still preoccupied with concerns about the chastity cage, and what $k intends to do with it next, you assist her in bringing the luggage inside your house. Naturally, you’d believe your wife exhausted after a several hour long flight, two car rides, and a hearty meal, but miraculously, she doesn’t even consider saying “I’m ready for bed.” In fact, her mouth is far too busy locking with yours. “What’s gotten into you?” “About a million sexual fantasies.” “Oooh. Am I in any?” She takes the lead, tugging off your jacket, unbuttoning your shirt, tearing off your jeans, and leaving your form mostly naked, save your underwear, and the bizarre metal contraption on your penis. With surprising strength, she yanks off the briefs in one swoop. “We’ve been needing to spice up our sex life for the longest time.” “So you say, but I’ll take what I can get.” “Before I left, I’d been talking through the wildest of thoughts with my therapist. You know what she told me?” ““How does that make you feel?”” “She said I need to act on them. I’ve only got one life, and I can’t wait around for them to just drop into my lap. From now on, I’m demanding them.” “Sign me up.” $k undresses herself. Teasingly, she reaches over her shoulder to unzip her dress, making it look effortless and sexy at the same time. It falls to the floor, and she steps outside of the material. Sure, you missed the way she laughed, the way she smelt, her idiosyncrasies, but perhaps most of all, you’ve missed seeing her unclothed form. Her voluptuous tits are barely contained by a push up bra. Her hourglass figure is complained beautifully by a pair of panties, and a set of stockings showcase her legs in the most gorgeous of ways. They’re all matching in red, and you’re left drooling a shot glass’ worth of saliva. She takes off her heels, losing 5 inches in height, but looks every bit as confident, as sexy. She’s not done, though. With a delicate pair of forefingers and thumbs, she slowly slides her panties off, until her clean shaven vagina threatens to lull you into a state of such thoughtless bliss that you’d need a bucket of water thrown in your face to wake up again. Panties still in hand, she plays with them, swirling them around like a lasso, and you’re the bull she’s trying to capture. She tosses them at you, and you instinctively catch. “Put them on.” [[Wear Lingerie 1b<-Continue]]

<<set $LingerieA to 0, $DressA to 0, $HeelsA to 0>>\ <<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> “Put them on? The panties?” “Did I stutter?” “Well no, I just don’t know why you’d want me t…” “Put on…my panties.” “These panties?” You hold them up, as though to check what you’ve gotten yourself into. “These red ones?” “RIGHT NOW.” “Okay, okay. I’m just warning you, they’re probably not going to look great. I’ve never had an ass made for underwear which shows off more cheek than they hide.” Contrasting with your wife’s sexy confidence, you almost shake as you step into them, before pulling them up to your hips. Surprisingly, they cover all of your caged penis, and balls, without letting a single part of your maleness slip by the lace trim. “I feel ridiculous. You know, I have some fantasies of my own, and they don’t happen to involve these, so if you don’t mind, I’ll take them off now.” Your hands are about to take them off just as quickly as they went on, by your mind gets derailed. $k now takes off her bra, allowing her tits to drop free. She always had great genetics. Not only does her ass refuse to look bad, even in the baggiest of clothes, but her breats draw the male gaze like moths to a lightbulb. Whenever those male gazes saw who $k was with, you always felt undeserving. Even to this day, your desire to motorboat them, to lick every inch of them, to fondle them like fidget toys, is prodigious, and often results in a desperate plea to her. Now, she plays with the bra for a short while, before tossing it in your direction. Because of the way she threw it, and how you catch it, the bra ends up held against your chest, with the two cups facing outwards. “Put it on.” “Honey, these things aren’t made for the male fo…” “NOW.” “Okay!” You meekly reply. Standing there in a pair of slutty panties, the humiliation is already enough, but struggling with the clasp of the brasserie causes your cheeks to flush so red that they almost match the lingerie. It might be made to push up the boobs of the wearer, but on you, it only highlights the lack of them. Your wife observes you, and the wry smile on her face tells you that she’s both pleased, and not yet done. Gentler than anything she’s done tonight, she takes a seat, and unrolls her stockings. <<if $FNylon is 1>>Sadly, it means that her nylons encased legs vanish, and are replaced by the much less interesting naked body.<</if>> “$k , please don’t ask me to put on the sto…” She stuffs them in your mouth to shut you up. They smell of her. “Put on my stockings.” You spit them into your palm, and are initially confused at their weightlessness. Despite covering $k ‘s feet to thighs, you barely recognize their mass. Already in a bra and panties, being asked to wear a pair of nylons is hardly an escalation. “Bunch them up, and then feed out the material. You’ll look so sexy.” //Right.// You follow her instructions, and are left with legs encased in sheer red nylon. You never had much in the way of leg hair. In fact, during summer time you’ve had several guys ask if you shave your legs, to a point that you’d prefer to just wear pants. “You look so…” “Stupid?” “Adorable!” [[Wear Lingerie 1c<-Continue][$LingerieA to 1]]

<<set $BuyEscape to 1>>\ <<if $TalkPanties is 0>><<set $TalkPanties to 1>><</if>>\ <<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> You've unlocked new items at the hardware shop! //Mr Oldenstein might have something to say about this.// “In a puppy wearing a tie kind of way? Or more a child reading the newspaper kind of way?” “As in the “my hubby’s wearing my lingerie” kind of way.” “Well this has been a mighty interesting experiment, but if you don’t mind, I’m going to take them off now.” “Hold on, sissy.” ““Sissy?”” “That’s certainly what you look like.” “I don’t care what I look like, I’m not.” “You should care. This is the sexiest you’ve been in a long time.” “If you wanted me to look sexy, I could have just started going to the gym.” “And have you complain about it everyday? No. Besides, a 6 pack on you would just be out of place. But these...” she plays with the straps of the bra. “These make you look so precious. I think you belong in them.” “I don’t think anyone belongs in lingerie. How often do you see a kangaroo hopping around in stockings? I much prefer the natural form.” You nuzzle $k ‘s neck, but she backs out of it. “Are you really telling me that we’re not going to have sex, when I put these on for you?” “Aww, baby.” She takes a firm hold of your chastity cage. “With your clitty locked up like this, do you really think sex is on the menu?” “If only there were a small, convenient item that could be used to open it, perhaps something so tiny you keep it on your person at all times.” “Your key is mine, honey.” “How much to buy it from you? With how I’m feeling, I’d give you my car for it.” “That’s tempting, but if you really wanted to get down and dirty, there is something I have in mind. Something you can easily do, and then I //might// give you a //chance// to be let out.” “Yeah? Don’t edge me like this, tell me!” You plead. “I want…some milk.” “Some milk?” You repeat, baffled. “Sure, I think we’ve got some in.” Instinctively, you step off towards the kitchen, but $k grabs the back of your bra, which slings you towards her, and when she lets go, it painfully snaps against your skin. “Oww!” “I want milk, fresh from the store.” “Alright…I’ll get dressed.” Again, you take a step away, this time in the direction of your stripped clothing, but $k ‘s hand wrestles for grip of the bra strap, and it snaps back into your spine again. “Hey, that’s not nearly as fun to take as it is to do.” “I want milk from the store, and I want you to go like that.” “$k ! What’s gotten into you? I don’t know how they get groceries in The Maldives, but here were we live, you most certainly don’t go shopping in your underwear, and if you do, you certainly don’t do it in women’s underwear.” She dangles the key to the cage in front of you. “Not unless your clitty was locked in a metal prison, and I had the only key.” “...that does kind of change things.” $k opens the front door for you. “Go on now, it’s only a couple minutes to the convenience store.” <<if $CopyKey is 0 and $BoltCutters is 0>>[[Milk 1<-Leave]]\ \ <<elseif $CopyKey gt 0 and $BoltCutters is 0 and visited("Escape Chastity Copy 1st") is 0>>[[Milk 1<-Leave]] [[Escape Chastity Copy 1st<-Use the copy of your chastity key]]\ \ <<elseif $CopyKey gt 0 and $BoltCutters is 0 and visited("Escape Chastity Copy 1st")>>[[Milk 1<-Leave]] [[Escape Chastity Copy 2nd<-Use the copy of your chastity key]]\ \ <<elseif $CopyKey is 0 and $BoltCutters is 1>>[[Milk 1<-Leave]] [[Escape Chastity Bolt 1<-Use the bolt cutters to break the lock]]\ \ <<elseif $CopyKey gt 0 and $BoltCutters is 1 and visited("Escape Chastity Copy 1st") is 0>>[[Milk 1<-Leave]] [[Escape Chastity Copy 1st<-Use the copy of your chastity key]] [[Escape Chastity Bolt 1<-Use the bolt cutters to break the lock]]\ \ <<elseif $CopyKey gt 0 and $BoltCutters is 1 and visited("Escape Chastity Copy 1st")>>[[Milk 1<-Leave]] [[Escape Chastity Copy 2nd<-Use the copy of your chastity key]] [[Escape Chastity Bolt 1<-Use the bolt cutters to break the lock]]<</if>>

<<set $HatA to 0>>\ <<set $LingerieA to 1, $DressA to 0>>\ <<if $TalkPanties is 0>><<set $TalkPanties to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $BuyEscape is 0>><<set $BuyEscape to 1>>You've unlocked new items at the hardware shop! <</if>>\ Your mind is still wrapping its thoughts around the fact that your dick is now being treated like a petty criminal by $k, but the knowledge that your wife is going to seduce you into wearing her lingerie also plagues you. $k ‘s lips meet yours the moment the front door is shut behind her. <<if $ViagraA is 1>>It's a surprise, given the quiet ride home, but it sure is welcome.<</if>> “You don’t know how much I’ve missed this.” She pants in between kisses. “Let’s get you out of these clothes.” She dispenses with your outerwear as gracefully as she did before, and your briefs don’t fare much better. “We’ve been needing to spice up our sex life for the longest time.” “Yeah? What’s your solution?” “Let me show you.” $k undresses herself. And even though you know what’s coming, you’re still hypnotized into a thoughtless trance by seeing her lingerie clad form. <<if $BodysuitA is 1>>"So this is that bodysuit." You peripherally hear. Only once you catch her red panties do you fully return to a cognitive state.\ <<else>>You only return to a cognitive state when you catch her red panties.<</if>> “Put them on.” “Sure thing, honey.” She attempts to hide the shock from her face, but if anything, your willingness is a pleasant surprise. “I love it when you do what I say. Will you be a good boy with this as well?” Out of sight, her hands release the tension on her bra, and she hands it you. Sadly, you can’t stare at her naked tits for long. In stark contrast to her sexy display of taking it off, you struggle to equip it yourself. It’d be worth rewinding this moment a thousand times over, just to get good at it, because right now you’re baffled at how women make it look so effortless. “Hold on babe, can I guess? Do you want me to put on your stockings next?” <<if $HeelsA gt 0>>“My my.” She gasps. “Did you turn into a sissy while I was away?” Your wife assists you in removing your heels.\ <<else>>“My my.” She gasps. “Did you turn into a sissy while I was away?”<</if>> You laugh as she removes them. “Bunch them up, and then feed them out, I know.” The red set of lingerie still doesn’t feel natural. It probably never will, but it does feel less strange. In fact, the way the panties hug your ass and hips is almost pleasant. “You look so adorable!” “I’ll take your word on that.” “You can have more than my word.” Her lips reunite with yours briefly, as a small reward for your obedience. “How do you feel? Sexy?” “Sexy is always best when paired with humiliation.” “Your attitude certainly changed in the past two weeks.” “For being so obedient, perhaps we can have sex?” “Of course we will, just not yet. If you can do this without complaint, I’m sure you’d be willing to do more for me, right?” “That’s one interpretation.” “And you know what I want?” “Let me guess…a block of cheese? Some yogurt?” “Close. I want some milk.” “Damn, I was in the right aisle.” You shake your head in faux surprise. “If you want a //chance// at me letting you out of your cage, then I want you to get me some fresh milk from the store.” “I’m not sure you can get fresh milk from the store. Surely you’d have to get it straight from the pasture.” <<if $HeelsA lte 0>><<set $HeelsA to 0>>$k opens the front door. “Go on now, it’s only a couple minutes to the convenience store.”\ <<else>>$k throws your heels at you. “Since you looked so pretty in them earlier, I think it’s fair to let you wear them again, though they might add to the humiliation.” She opens the door and waves outward once you’ve put them back on.<</if>> <<if $CopyKey is 0 and $BoltCutters is 0>>[[Milk 1<-Leave]]\ \ <<elseif $CopyKey gt 0 and $BoltCutters is 0 and visited("Escape Chastity Copy 1st") is 0>>[[Milk 1<-Leave]] [[Escape Chastity Copy 1st<-Use the copy of your chastity key]]\ \ <<elseif $CopyKey gt 0 and $BoltCutters is 0 and visited("Escape Chastity Copy 1st")>>[[Milk 1<-Leave]] [[Escape Chastity Copy 2nd<-Use the copy of your chastity key]]\ \ <<elseif $CopyKey is 0 and $BoltCutters is 1>>[[Milk 1<-Leave]] [[Escape Chastity Bolt 1<-Use the bolt cutters to break the lock]]\ \ <<elseif $CopyKey gt 0 and $BoltCutters is 1 and visited("Escape Chastity Copy 1st") is 0>>[[Milk 1<-Leave]] [[Escape Chastity Copy 1st<-Use the copy of your chastity key]] [[Escape Chastity Bolt 1<-Use the bolt cutters to break the lock]]\ \ <<elseif $CopyKey gt 0 and $BoltCutters is 1 and visited("Escape Chastity Copy 1st")>>[[Milk 1<-Leave]] [[Escape Chastity Copy 2nd<-Use the copy of your chastity key]] [[Escape Chastity Bolt 1<-Use the bolt cutters to break the lock]]<</if>>

<<set $DressA to 0>>\ <<if $HeelsA is -1>><<set $HeelsA to 0>><</if>>\ <<set $HatA to 0>>\ $k ‘s lips meet yours the moment the front door is shut behind her. “You don’t know how much I’ve missed this.” She pants in between kisses. “Let’s get you out of these clothes.” Her eyes are locked with yours, so even when she removes your shirt, it takes her a while to notice bra you’re wearing. She only recognizes it when she peaks down at your crotch. “$n , why are you wearing a bra?” A face, which you interpret as ambivalent, judges the item. "This isn’t one of mine.” A smile slowly forms on her face. “You got this yourself. Let me check something.” Now, she unzips your pants, showing off the rest of the lingerie set beneath. “My, my, my…” She admires the matching design. <<if $LingerieA is 2>>“I thought your underwear felt extra soft when I was playing with your cage in the car, but I couldn’t be sure when it was so dark. And the stockings, too - I was certain I saw sheer black nylon at your ankle when you hauled my luggage into the trunk. I should have trusted my instinct.”\ <<elseif $LingerieA is 3>>“I thought your underwear felt extra soft when I was playing with your cage in the car, but I couldn’t be sure when it was so dark. And those pink stockings, they’re so precious.”<</if>> <<if $EChastity is 1>>“So let me get this right: not only did you pick me up while wearing a chastity cage, but you’re also wearing a gorgeous set of panties, a bra, and stockings? Did you discover your sissy side whilst I was gone? Or have you always had this part of you, and now you want to share it with me?” “I can’t explain why, but I thought you might like to see me in something like this.” ““Like to?” I love too - I’m only sad I haven’t seen your clit covered in panties sooner.”\ <<elseif $EChastity is 0>>“We were just made for each other, weren’t we? Independently, I wanted to lock your clit in a cage, and you want to wear lingerie. Did you discover your sissy side whilst I was gone? Or have you always had this part of you, and now you want to share it with me?” “I can’t explain why, but I thought you might like to see me in something like this.” ““Like to?” I love too - I’m only sad I haven’t seen your clit covered in panties sooner.”<</if>> “Well here it is in all its glory.” $k fondles you all over, squeezing your butt cheeks, which both makes you feel incredibly sexy, but also reminds you of the intimately feminine apparel you’re wearing. She hasn’t been this aggressive with her advances in a long time, since well before your marriage. Those same hands of hers play with the straps of your bra, toying with the delicate bands. <<if $MakeupA gt 0>>[[Apply Makeup 3<-Continue]]\ <<elseif visited("Apply Makeup 1") is 0>>[[Apply Makeup 1<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[Apply Makeup v2<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<if $MakeupA is 0>>You place the set of lingerie on the checkout desk. The woman cashier doesn’t show any emotion, which is normal for those who work in retail, but you’d certainly expect some amount of shock, amusement, or just confusion at a slim-built guy like you buying lingerie. “Just to let you know, we offer free, in-house, brasserie measurements.” “Oh, great. No thank you.” “Not that I’d need one myself.” “These are for my wife.” “Of course, sir.” “Not that there’d be anything wrong with it if they were for me.” “Certainly not. Our brassiere measurements are available to everyone, regardless of gender.” “I know my wife’s size.” “I’m her husband.” “She’s my wife.” She scans the hanger hosting the barcode, and then neatly folds the bra, panties and stockings. “Do you have a membership with us?” “No, I don’t.” “Would you like to sign up for it? It only takes 2 minutes, and it guarantees you exclusive discounts and deals.” “No thank you.” The cashier bags your purchase in a delicate little bag, one which propagandizes the Faced with Lace logo on the side in a cute font surrounded by graphic bows and butterflies, and anything else vaguely feminine.\ <<elseif $MakeupA gt 0>>You place the set of lingerie on the checkout counter, and solemnly look at the clerk. A vain part of you wants to protest to what she’s undoubtedly thinking - “a man wearing that much makeup buying lingerie, he must be a sissy!” It’s just like saying “I’ve done nothing wrong.” A more mature part of you takes over, though. It’s just one woman’s perception of you, and ultimately, is it really worth getting that worked up over? //Yes. Yes it is.// “Funny thing, my wife put the makeup on me earlier as part of a punishment for checking out her colleague. The lingerie is another part of the humiliation. Boy, I’ve really learnt my lesson this time.” //So much for being mature.// “Oh, okay. Do you have a membership with us?”<</if>> [[Lingerie S<-Return]]

[[Mall<-Return]] <<if $DressA is - 1>>You’re as familiar with the hardware store as you are the various items inside it that you struggle to name. “DIY” is a great attitude - given your fondness for masturbation, it’s hard to disagree. But when it comes to manual labor type tasks, such as hammering, drilling, sawing, lumbering, metaling, (you can only assume those are meaningful verbs,) you’d much prefer to just pay someone. That way you’re helping the economy, not just being lazy.\ <<elseif $DressA gt 0 or $BodysuitA is 1>>With the average weight of a plank of wood, if you wanted anything heavy here, you'd probably need to ask for help from one of the burly assistants. As if your own frame didn't give the impression of weakness, the soft dress definitely does.<</if>> [img[Images/Hardware.jpg]] <<if $BuyEscape is 0>>\ <<elseif $BoltCutters is 0>>Buy [[Hardware S<-bolt cutters][$BoltCutters to 1]]. //They look like they could get through a padlock.//\ <<elseif $BoltCutters is 1>>You’ve already bought a set of bolt cutters.<</if>> <<if $BuyEscape is 0>>\ <<elseif $CopyKey is 2>>Copy the [[Hardware S<-Chastity key][$CopyKey to 3]] several times.\ <<elseif $CC1 is 1 and $CopyKey is 0>>Copy your [[Hardware S<-chastity key][$CopyKey to 1]].\ <<elseif $CopyKey is 1>>You've already copied your chastity key.\ <<elseif $CopyKey is 3>>You've already got a pocket full of keys that threaten to topple out.<</if>> <<if $BuyPicture is 0>>\ <<elseif $BuyPicture is 1>>Print off [[Buy picture<-pictures][$BuyPicture to 2, $GiftPicture to 1]] of you and $k . \ <<elseif $BuyPicture is 2>>You've already printed out those endearing pictures of you and $k . <</if>>\ <<if $BuyLadder is 0>>\ <<elseif $BuyLadder is 1>>Buy a [[Hardware S<-step ladder][$BuyLadder to 2]]\ <<elseif $BuyLadder is 2>>You've already bought a step ladder.<</if>>

You undress in the stall, entirely naked, which is a bizarre sensation anyway, but it’s about to get stranger still. Beginning with the panties, you adorn them just as you would your briefs. 1 step, 2 step, a yank up to your waist, and then go about your day. While those steps are the same, you’re inclined to be gentler with the panties. The lace trim is so delicate, and the satin texture is so soft - it’d be a shame to not experience that properly by rushing the experience. <<if $CCA is 2>>They rest over your caged cock perfectly, like they were made for each other.<<else>>Your cock, likely confused at the sudden shift in materials it is contained in, peaks out awkwardly from the panties, regardless of how you reposition it. Whether pinned against one of your legs, or over the waistband, its head is peeking out like the sun appearing over the horizon.<</if>> Next, you copy what all women do - $k at the very least. You’ve certainly not seen all women get dressed, so for all you know, your wife is the one getting prepared in a strange order, but enough procrastinating about the proper order to put on lingerie, it’s time for the bra. $k has always made it seem so effortless, when in reality, you’re now realizing fastening a bra behind your back is like plugging a USB drive in the right way the first time. Even if you had a mirror to assist you, it’d be a nearly impossible task, which would be fine if you didn’t always feel like the clasps should be locking, but refused to out of stubbornness. Despite having time bending powers comparable to that of a god, you eventually give up, and just do it the classic cheater way: sealing it on the front, then spinning it around. Finally, for the stockings. Just as your wife instructed you to, you bunch them up one at a time, insert your pointed foot into it, and the gently feed the material out, being carefully not to let the delicate nylon get caught on anything remotely sharp. <<if $FNylon is 1>>When you’re done, the sight and sensation of the stockings on your legs almost leads to an intrinsic moan of pleasure, but you manage to stifle it with a hand over your mouth. Rubbing your nylon-clad legs together is a dangerous battle of desire and fear. Desire to feel the heavenly sensation, and the crisp sound of the thinnest of materials rubbing against each other. And the fear of gasping in pleasure - that’d definitely attract unwanted attention from the other people in the toilets.<<else>>When you’re done, they’re held up at your thighs by silicone strips on the inside.<</if>> After that, you redress, throwing on your shirt, jacket, pants, and shoes. The bra, with its padding and underwired cups, creates detectable bumps in the front of your shirt, even if they’re slight. Meanwhile, there’s no way to tell how noticeable the rear bumps of the contraption are. There is a thin opening between the bottom of your pants, and the tops of your shoes, which allows a small amount of the nylon to be visible, but even your paranoia won’t inflate that out of proportion. Your panties (by deduction, they must be yours), are most likely invisible. Beneath your manly pants, there’s no chance of them giving off detectable bumps and lines, and unless you’re pantsed in the mall, they’ll remain unnoticed. [[Toilets<-Return]]

“Is there anything in particular you’d like to discuss?” “Well, I suppose there is something that’s been stuck on my mind. My wife wanted me to wear her lingerie.” “Oh? What did you say?” “I didn’t so much say anything, as I did put it on.” “You didn’t protest at all?” “A little, at first, but she was so adamant. I didn’t want to upset her, especially if it meant sex was of the table tonight, or that night.” “And how did you feel wearing it?” “I…I don’t know. How should I feel?” “If there was an easy answer to that, things would be much simpler.” “I guess it was humiliating, but at the same time, something as socially forbidden as that, something that cliched - I suppose it felt nice to be naughty.” “Seems like it was just harmless fun. Have you ever had any interactions with such feminine things before which might be altering your perception of those types of things?” Burying deep into your suppressed trauma, there is one occasion that comes to mind. “When I was in high school, after a particularly muddy day of football, we had to shower. Put a bookmark in that, we might have to discuss it later. But on this occasion, I was the last one in the showers, trying to get all the mud out of my matted hair. Maybe 10 minutes after everyone else had left, I got out, and my towel, my bag, my clothes - all of it was gone.” “A situation many adolescents fear to be in.” “My first thought was that someone simply took my stuff by mistake, or that the teachers had stuffed it in lost and found. Plausible things, right? How naive and kind I used to be. Anyway, after searching for anything I could possibly use to protect my modesty, all I could find was a baseball glove, one of those brown ones.” “After that, I peaked my head out of the changing room door, and the long corridor it was on was absolutely silent. Not even the squeaking of sneakers in the adjacent hall, or distant chuckling. Nothing. After debating what to do, double checking that I wasn’t just overlooking my bag, and trying to find something bigger than a baseball glove, I did the only thing I could.” “So, I slowly shuffled out into the corridor, the glove held tightly against my you-know-what, and prayed that I could find at least a pair of shorts. No luck. I shuffled past the girls’ changing room, and tried to find a teacher who could help, but there was nobody in sight. I almost had a panic attack, but this girl’s voice startled me.” “Why are you…$n , is that you?” She asked. It was Lisa Coolwell. Lisa was one of the last girls I had a big time crush on before I met $k . She was sat in front of me in chemistry, and I spent the whole hour staring at her gorgeous blonde hair. It went half way down her back, was always perfectly straight, and held in place with this black hairband. Thing was, Lisa was with Mark Ryan. He was one of the guys who gave me a really hard time back then, and was real sadistic with it, too. I couldn’t understand what she’d see in him. There I was, willing on a moment’s notice to declare that I was in love with her, and had planned out the rest of our life together, and yet she’d prefer to go out with one of those jock assholes. Still, I thought she was lovely, despite her terrible taste in guys.” “Imagine what must be going through her mind in that moment. She sees me naked, save a baseball glove, and shivering with a lack of bravery so poignant that my might sweat could have been a perfume. Thankfully, she did the nicest thing I could expect of anyone. “What happened? Where are you clothes?” She asked. By that point, I was such a wreck of emotions that I almost cried in her arms. She brought me into the women’s changing room, we were the only ones there, and that’s where she comforted me.” “Turns out, she didn’t have a change of clothes herself. She was only in the sports block to meet her boyfriend. Still, she wasn’t just going to let me suffer alone.” “Here, you can have these.” Out ot her handbag, she had taken out a pair of panties. They were nothing too ornate, just light pink with a small trim. “Do you always keep a pair of these on you?” I asked. “Most girls do.” I had no way of knowing.” “Suffice to say, I wasn’t eager to put them on. “Look, even if I can find a teacher, do you really think they’re going to have a spare pair of boxers? You don’t want to do deal with chaffing, and they’re gonna make you more secure in the meantime. Get over it, and put on the panties.” With how nice she was being, I hardly had a choice. Besides, my left arm was tired from holding the glove in place. “You know, my upper body is kind of cold too. I don’t suppose you could help me with that.” It was a dumb joke, but she smiled at it, likely just to make me feel better. But her smile, it just did something to me. I didn’t care that she was dating my bully, I had to say something to her right then.” “Lisa, wait - I…I really like you. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. I know you’re already with someone, but do you think there’s a chance that me and you could ever be together?” “$n …that’s really nice of you, but I just don’t see you that way.” “What does Mark given you that I couldn’t? He’s a jerk. You should hear the way he talks about the other girls in the changing room. He doesn’t think of you as anything more than a piece of meat. He’d be with someone else tomorrow if you broke up with him tonight.” “$n , that’s really unfair of you to say.” “Please, I’d treat you so much better. Lisa…I love you.” “She ran out of the room right after that. I followed her for a few steps, but my outfit didn’t lend itself to being seen.” There’s a calm silence in Mr Oldenstein’s office as you recall the day with vivid clearness. “What happened after that?” “I curled up into a ball and cried for a few hours.” “No one came for you?” “Nope. I thought Lisa might have still told someone about my predicament, but I guess that was too much to ask for. When it was really dark outside, I tried the front door to the sports block, but it wouldn’t budge.” “And what did your parents do when you didn’t come home?” You chuckle. “They didn’t even notice. My mom complained when I didn’t have my uniform and that she’d have to buy another. A few days later, my dad found the panties in my room, and assumed they were from a girl I slept with. I didn’t have the heart to tell him what actually happened.” “So how did you end up being let out?” “The next day, it would have been 8am, I was woken up by a mix of shrieks, cries, and laughter when the girls came in to get changed. The panties were hardly on my mind when I fell asleep, but that was the only thing they cared about. For the next year and a half, I was teased mercilessly about it. Mark Ryan was one of the loudest voices, not that he knew they were his girlfriend’s panties.” “You don’t think she ever told him?” “No. I don’t know why, but I just don’t.” “Me and Lisa never talked again. In retrospect, I can’t blame her for running out. I was practically on my knees, begging her for a chance. I should have known better, but I didn’t. But that was one of those moments that made me realize what not to do, and so when I met $k , I was in a better place to flirt with her. Besides, it’s not like begging someone to love you, or how they love you, could ever work. The heart can’t be determined like that.” “Lisa and Ryan broke up a month or so after what happened in the locker room. I don’t know why, but I’d guess our conversation played a role. Still, we never did speak again. It’s probably for the best.” [[Therapist office<-Return]]

<<set $CCA to 0>>\ “Hold on a moment.” You search for an earlier purchase, the handy set of bolt cutters. If $k thinks she can manipulate you into doing something so humiliating, then she’s going to be shocked when her husband pulls out the perfect escape card. “Where are you going?” You don’t answer, and let the bulky item speak for itself. $k watches with a face of lugubrious surprise as you pull down the panties and carefully snap the tiny padlock clean off, allowing the chastity cage to fall, with a satisfying thud, to the floor. Naturally, having a powerful item like the bolt cutters so close to your genitalia is a cause of worry, so you carefully place them on the floor once their task is done. [img[Images/Bolt Cutters.jpg]] “Since when did you need a pair of bolt cutters?” “Since when did you need a chastity cage?” $k exhales through her nose, almost as though she were laughing. “Oh honey.” She wraps her arms around your lingerie clad form. “You know I wasn’t going to actually make you go outside like this, don’t you?” “Do you drink black coffee now?” “I’ll settle for the milk we have in the fridge.” Her hand slithers down your body, and fondles your uncaged cock. “I’d forgotten how big he was.” “Me too. Why don’t you remind me, preferably through compliments.” <<if $FViolence is 0 and $FBondage is 0>>[[Escape Chastity Alt<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $FViolence is 1 and visited("Escape Chastity Bolt 2") is 0>>[[Escape Chastity Bolt 2<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $EHidePepper is 1>>[[Escape Chastity Bondage 1<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $FViolence is 1>>[[Escape Chastity Pepper 1a<-Stop her from grabbing your balls]] [[Escape Chastity Bolt 2<-Ler her continue]]\ <<elseif $FBondage is 1>>[[Escape Chastity Bondage 1<-Continue]]<</if>>

$k giggles. “Your balls too - they’re so full, so heavy.” Gently, she plays with them whist making out with you. “It must hurt when they’re like this.” “Not really, you get use…OWW!” A stranglehold forms around your testicles thanks to your wife’s firm hand. “$k …” you struggle in between gentle breaths, like she were a wolf you were trying to tame. “Why…are…you…doing…that?” “Doing what?” She tugs on them. “Grabbing my balls…like they were…OWW!” “Like they were what? Can’t you think of anything funny to say? Let me help you out.” She yanks on your testicles harder. “A tube of near empty toothpaste?” “Something...like...that.” Using your testes as a fulcrum, she levers you down to the ground. From there, she makes a dominatrix of herself, crushing your balls with a sadism that not only did you think was not in her, but also not something she’d ever even consider doing. “That’s so funny, if I wrench them left…” “ooowwWW!” “...you cry. But if I wrench them right…” “ooowwWW!” “It’s like I can’t win.” She fakes sighs. “$k , I’m sorry for whatever I did, but can you please le…ow!” She squeeze harder in retaliation. ““Whatever I did”? What part of you thought I’d appreciate you snapping off the lock to your chastity cage? If I own the key to it, I own IT. Your disobedience like this will not be tolerated. Do I make myself clear?” “Crystal.” You wheeze. “Good.” One hand still torturing your testicles, she uses the other to requisition a new padlock from her handbag. When she breaks her grip on your genitals, she slaps your hands away as they attempt to nurse the ailing jewels. “Not so fast.” Picking the cage up, she relocks it on your cock. Only then does she step away from your balls for long enough for you to think they’re safe. [[Escape Chastity Bolt 3<-Continue]]

<<set $CCA to 1>>\ <<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> Comforting your unfortunate balls, you hardly recognise that $k is pushing you with her foot towards the front door. In fact, by the time you realize what’s going on, you’re already on the porch, and $k closes the door between you, and the distinct sound of metal scraping against metal means that you’re stuck out here. $k appears in a window, where you have a clear view of her, and she of you. “Fondle your balls all you want, honey. I’m not letting you back in until you get some milk.” Opening the window slightly, she tosses a few coins in your general direction. Struggling to your feet, you scrounge up the pennies, and try to look for you wife through the glass, but she doesn’t show the slightest bit of interest in you. //I shouldn’t have let her fondle my balls.// [[Milk 1<-Continue]]

<<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> You parry backwards before $k gets a solid grip of your still sore jewels. //Torture my balls once, shame on you. Torture my balls twice, shame on me.// You can see how tensed her hand is - how ready to pounce she was. A wave of relief washes over you, though $k doesn’t seem done yet. “What’s the matter? Afraid of your wife all of a sudden? You’ve never complained when I’ve touched your member before.” “Normally you’re wanting to give me a handjob.” “What do you think I want to do right now?” “I’m going to guess that you’d squeeze my balls as a punishment for taking off the cage.” “So you agree taking it off was a bad thing to do?” ““Bad thing?” Love, this isn’t a morale debate. You want to keep a chunk of metal on my cock and own the key. How can you blame me for not wanting that?” “Because that’s what I want.” “Well I want a threesome, but I’m not going to get that, am I?” $k sighs, and reaches into her handbag. She takes out another padlock, as well as something else that you can’t make out before she obscures it behind her back. The lock is tossed on the floor in front of you. “Put it on, right now. Or I’m going to be very angry.” “Angry? You might want to talk to your therapist about that.” “I’m not playing around, $n . Put it on.” “Neither am I. If you don’t like your therapist, I’d heavily recommend Mr Oldenstein. He has a special talent that makes all my despair comes when I’m in his office, and nowhere else.” “PUT IT ON!” “I took it off for a reason, and I’m going to keep it off.” <<if visited("Escape Chastity Pepper 1b") is 0>>[[Escape Chastity Pepper 1b<-Await a response]]\ <<elseif $GlassesA is 1>>[[Escape Chastity Pepper Glasses<-Await a response]]\ <<elseif $GlassesA is 0>>[[Escape Chastity Pepper 2b<-Await a response]]<</if>>

<<timed 5s>> <<script>> var img = document.createElement("img"); img.src = "Images/T4A.jpg"; // img.classList.add("fl"); document.querySelector("#story").appendChild(img); img.addEventListener("animationend", function () { img.remove(); }); <</script>><</timed>>\ “And where does your work fit into all of this?” “What about it?” “Does it ever make you feel stressed? Preoccupied? All tied up?” “Is it really work if it’s not exhausting?” “It can be hard to avoid. What’s important is your response to those problems. Let’s say you have a full day of work ahead, with each minute being filled with activities and interactions. Can you remain calm despite those circumstances? Even if you feel like your whole body is tied up, with nowhere to escape to?” [[Therapist Q5<-“I can handle it.” (Bondage? Sign me up.)][$FBondage to 1]] [[Therapist Q5<-“I hate feeling like that.”]]

<<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> <<if $ConMove is 1 and $BuyLadder is 2>>“Trapped” outside, you glance at the roof of your house, eyes darting at the slyly stashed step ladder you bought earlier hidden just out of view behind a bush. $k could never have predicted you’d be prepared like this, and for good reason. Sadly, you won’t get the satisfaction of revealing your genius to her.\ <<elseif visited("Milk 1") is 1>>Trapped outside, the air suddenly feels much cooler than it did earlier, and it doesn’t get better the longer you consider scaling the drain pipe and using the upstairs window. It’s a feeling that gives you a sense of deja vu over a long absent memory. Homework, doctor appointments, having to explain to your parents why you don’t have a date for prom - inevitable things that get worse the longer you twiddle your thumbs in the hope that they go away. Come to think of it, that’s what you have every week with Mr Oldenstein, only this is a slightly less embarrassing. Staring at yourself in the reflection of the door, you gulp, begrudgingly accepting your fate, and step off in the direction of the nearest convenience store. //”Accepting” my fate isnot at all how I’d put it.// The first hundred steps or so are spent frantically observing if there’s anyone on their porch, on a balcony, peeking out a window, inside their parked car, inside someone else’s parked car, half in their trunk and half on the road, parking, driving, or worst of all, going for a stroll. It’d be one thing if this were an alien neighborhood, and you and $k were on vacation, but anyone who sees you tonight isn’t going to forget without blunt force assistance. You preemptively create excuses. Being a drag queen isn’t too plausible - they tend to wear makeup, and often clothing above their underwear, too. Going “full psycho” is an option - one which you imagine as you yelling and screaming for something. Perhaps drugs, perhaps better neighbors. At least this way, you’d get a little more sympathy than the disgust you expect…but perhaps too much sympathy. If the cops get called, you don’t want to end up behind bars for the night, especially like this, and you certainly don’t want to be sent to an insane asylum for a while, no matter how comfortable those rooms look. In the end, you don’t arrive at a good excuse, maybe because there isn’t one that escapes you from the embarrassment entirely. After you give up that mental venture, you briefly wonder if crouching would be a good idea. You’d be less visible, sure, but to anyone who does spot you, it’s doubly embarrassing. You don’t come to a conclusion. Instead, your thoughts are railroaded once you arrive at the end of the road, and you’re presented with several paths that lead to your destination. You already know the quickest way there, but that doesn’t mean it’s the least walked route.\ <<else>>Trapped outside in lingerie yet again, you’re soon going to have to worry about wearing a bra for so long that it leaves marks indented in your skin. The air still feels cold, unwelcomingly so, though not quite as harsh as the first time $k slammed the door on you. With time, you’d imagine it would get less and less painful. Whilst time is one of the few things you have going for you currently, it’s a little like being punched in the face in order to toughen up your skin. Quite mischievously, you’re getting used to wearing the bra, panties, and stockings. In some ways, the way the panties caress your balls and ass is actually quite pleasant, though pulling up the stockings every couple of minutes is getting a little tiresome. You still can’t come up with any good excuses for why you came to be wearing lingerie, but you do comfort yourself with the knowledge that what you’re doing is little more than a social faux pas. It doesn’t take long until you’re at the same crossroads as before.<</if>> [[Milk Panthee<-Take Panthee street]] [[Milk May<-Take Maysierre Street]] [[Milk Tylon<-Take Tylon Street]] <<if visited("Milk Memory")>>\ <<elseif $TalkPanties is 2>>[[Milk Memory<-Take Memory Lane]] //Hey, I don’t remember that road.// <</if>>\ <<if $ConMove is 1 and $BuyLadder is 2>>[[K office<-Use the step ladder]] <</if>>

<<set $CCA to 0>>\ Scrambling the towards the pocket of your pants, you retrieve the tiny chastity key - a functional copy of one, at least. $k watches on, not wanting to intervene at the likely disappointing sight of steel uncoiling off your penis. The cage lands with a thud to the floor. “Honey…I…why would you do that?” “My penis is young and lively. It doesn’t deserve to be confined’ It should be allowed to run free, and frolic in a field of daisies!” “I thought I made it clear I wanted you to wear it.” “And I made it clear I didn’t want to go to therapy, but you insisted. This is me returning the favor.” She pauses, pondering the contraption on the floor. The sorrow in her eyes almost makes you feel guilty, but your desire to have erections, orgasms, and other joys, takes precedent. “Alright, I’ll make you a deal. I’ll give you an orgasm right now if you let me put it back on you afterwards.” Again, your number one priority is sexual stimulation. And if $k is putting that on the table, then who are you to say no? “Deal!” $k immediately drops to the ground, stroking your semi-erect member to full mast. For whatever reason, she’s even happier at the deal than you are. Your hourly requests for handies must be really annoying after all. Naturally, since it’s been weeks from the last time another person touched your dick, your dick is practically speedrunning the sexual process. //Erection in ten? Could be better.// //Precum in thirty seconds? Looking good.// //Muscles contracting? Chat, this is it!// The run is about to be complete when the stimulation comes to a screeching halt. $k ‘s hand breaks off all contact milliseconds before the first squirt, and the hefty amount of semen that’s released pours out in a sad drizzle, like a faucet that desperately needs replacing. Your wife won’t even let you enjoy the prideful satisfaction of seeing your semen on her face, either. The entire load collects in a sad puddle on the floor. The orgasm, if it could even be considered such a thing leaves you frustrated, and even more horny than you were before. Whilst you’re shocked at how you’ve been robbed of a heavenly moment, $k wastes no time in ensuring you live up to your end of the deal. She swiftly relocks the cage on your cock, leaving you forcibly chaste once more. [[Escape Chastity Copy 2 1st<-Continue]]

<<set $CCA to 1>>\ <<set $BuyGlasses to 1>>\ <<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> You've unlocked a new item at the clothing shop! She ponders the moment for a second, eventually rolls her eyes, and pulls out the item she hid. For a moment, you think it’s a bottle of perfume, a particularly minimalist one with no branding, in a matte black canister. You’re proven wrong when she sprays it directly in your face. “OWW!” Your knees instinctively buckle, and you collapse to the ground in scorching pain. Your eyes feel like they’re in the sun. “Pepper spray; I’ve never had to use it before. I didn’t think I’d have to use it on my husband.” “Ah, fuck me! Water, water! Please, $k , I need some water!” “Let me make the joke for you: no, they don’t do salt spray. You’re eyes will just have to suffice with being half seasoned.” “Why would you do this?!” You’re rolling around on the floor now, like you were in an instructional video on what to do when you find yourself on fire. “You want the cage off, I want it on. Who do you think is going to get their way now?” “This is so extreme!” “You know what I think is extreme? The way you make love, if you can even call it that. I know you try your best, but sometimes it’s just not enough. I’ve dropped more than enough hints, yet you still only last a couple minutes, and you make those grotesque moans. How can you possibly expect me to orgasm when you sound like you’re chowing down on a burger. A selfless husband would masturbate shortly before sex, so that he could last longer.” “That’s what I do!” “Oh.” She murmurs. “And you can still only last the length of an ad break?” She sighs. “How could you possibly think it’s unfair for me to keep you in a chastity cage, when you know how inept you are in bed. With a small device like this.” Crouching over you, she picks up the dropped cage. “We’re guaranteeing that I get a much fairer share of the orgasms in this household.” $k fixes the cage to your cock once more, though you’re powerless to stop her. “It doesn’t have to be long term. It all depends on how long it takes for you to become a better lover.” “Does using pepper spray on my wife count as being a good lover?” “Only if I asked you to, but why would I do that? It sounds so painful!” With her naked foot, she prods and kicks you out of the open door. Several coins are thrown on top of you once your largely unusable body is on the porch. The door is slammed shut behind you, and the telltale sounds of the locking mechanism spells deep trouble for you, though you’re still in too much pain to consider it properly. “Just plain milk, please, honey. None of that fancy soy stuff.” She teases from behind the secure structure. //If only I had some// //protection//// from her pepper spray.// [[Milk 1<-Continue]]

<<set $CCA to 1>>\ <<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> $k ‘s actions don’t deviate from your last visit to this moment. Sadly, if pepper spray resistance is possible to attain, that training sounds so painful that you write off the idea immediately. Suffice to say, the liquid spitting into your eyes as incredibly painful, just as it was before. You collapse to the floor. “OWW!” “Pepper spray; I’ve never had to use it before. I didn’t think I’d have to use it on my husband.” “OWW!”” “Let me make the joke for you: no, they don’t do salt spray. You’re eyes will just have to suffice with being half seasoned.” “Why would you do this?!” Rolling around on the floor doesn’t make the pain go away, though it does make your wife giggle at observing the affect of her actions. “You want the cage off, I want it on. Who do you think is going to get their way now?” “You?” “Exactly” She snides. $k fixes the cage to your cock once more, and you’re powerless to stop her. “It doesn’t have to be long term. It all depends on how long it takes for you to become a better lover.” “I don’t think there’s enough time in the world to make that happen.” You murmur “Huh? Nevermind” With her naked foot, she prods and kicks you out of the open door. Several coins are thrown on top of you once your largely unusable body is on the porch. The door is slammed shut behind you, and the telltale sounds of the locking mechanism spells deep trouble for you, though you’re still in too much pain to consider it properly. “Just plain milk, please, honey. None of that fancy soy milk.” She teases from behind the secure structure. //If only I had some// //protection//// from her pepper spray.// [[Milk 1<-Continue]]

<<set $CCA to 1>>\ <<button "Rewind">> <<run Engine.play("Escape Chastity Pepper 1a")>> <</button>> <<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> $k whips out the same bottle of pepper spray with as much alacrity as before. Fortunately for you, your glasses not only make writing easier to read, but more importantly right now, they serve as a shield against the vicious liquid that threatens to scorn your eyes. “Aha! You’ve been bested, $k ! I have glasses now, or did you forget?” She slams the bottle down to the floor in frustration, and visually searches the room for an answer to comfort her. “Hey, $n .” “Yes?” “What’s the capital of Thailand?” “Huh? I think it’s the city of…” “BANGKOK!” Her foot drives into your balls like she were a CBT specialist. Your glasses don’t do much to protect them. Naturally, you collapse onto the floor and cry about the damage done to your sacred gems. “Oww! Do you have any idea how many sperm just died? You’re responsible for the deaths of million.” “Yeah, I’m sure they’d fare much better on a tissue, which is where we both know they’ll end up.” “At least that’s…” you wheeze, comforting your balls “...a dignified death.” $k wastes no time in retrieving the chastity cage, and locking it around on your ailing genitalia with another padlock she takes out from her bag. “Louise taught me those moves a long time ago. One good kick, right between the legs, will floor any man. Of course, if you had just kept on the chastity cage, it would have hurt me more, wouldn’t it?” “That makes me feel…so much better.” “I’m sure.” $k ‘s kicking doesn’t cease there, either. She shoves you out with her feet, right out the front door, which she slams shut with a laugh once you’re out the door. From the window, she throws a few coins in your general direction. “Remember, just milk!” //Maybe if I can//// take away her pepper spray////, she won’t make me question my fertility. // [[Milk 1<-Continue]]

<<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> <<if $ConMove is 1 and $BuyLadder is 2>>“Trapped” outside, you glance at the roof of your house, eyes darting at the slyly stashed step ladder you bought earlier hidden just out of view behind a bush. $k could never have predicted you’d be prepared like this, and for good reason. Sadly, you won’t get the satisfaction of revealing your genius to her.\ <<elseif visited("Milk 1") is 1 or visited("Milk Punish") is 1>>Trapped outside, the air suddenly feels much cooler than it did earlier, and it doesn’t get better the longer you consider scaling the drain pipe and using the upstairs window. It’s a feeling that gives you a sense of deja vu over a long absent memory. Homework, doctor appointments, having to explain to your parents why you don’t have a date for prom - inevitable things that get worse the longer you twiddle your thumbs in the hope that they go away. Come to think of it, that’s what you have every week with Mr Oldenstein, only this is a little less embarrassing. Staring at yourself in the reflection of the door, you gulp, begrudgingly accepting your fate, and step off in the direction of the nearest convenience store. //”Accepting” my fate isnot at all how I’d put it.// The first hundred steps or so are spent frantically observing if there’s anyone on their porch, on a balcony, peeking out a window, inside their parked car, inside someone else’s parked car, half in their trunk and half on the road, parking, driving, or worst of all, going for a stroll. It’d be one thing if this were an alien neighborhood, and you and $k were on vacation, but anyone who sees you tonight isn’t going to forget without blunt force assistance. You preemptively create excuses. Sadly, most of them can immediately be dismissed. The ball gag holding your jaw captive doesn’t make you look at all like a drag queen, and even if it didn’t, you can verbalize that excuse. If only you kept a marker in this bra to write down the situation. That way when people read it, they’ll know you’re only slightly less pathetic than what your current appearance would suggest. Eventually, your thoughts are railroaded once you arrive at the end of the road, and you’re presented with several paths that lead to your destination. You already know the quickest way there, but that doesn’t mean it’s the least walked route.\ <<else>>Trapped outside in lingerie and a gag yet again, you’re soon going to have to worry about wearing a bra for so long that it leaves marks indented in your skin. The air still feels cold, unwelcomingly so, though not quite as harsh as the first time $k slammed the door on you. With time, you’d imagine it would get less and less painful. Whilst time is one of the few things you have going for you currently, it’s a little like being punched in the face in order to toughen up your skin. Quite mischievously, you’re getting used to wearing the bra, panties, and stockings. In some ways, the way the panties caress your balls and ass is actually quite pleasant, though pulling up the stockings every couple of minutes is getting a little tiresome. Sadly, no matter how much you attempt to slip out of the ball gag, your jaw just doesn’t contort the way you’d like it to. Well, it’s hardly the first time your body has held you back, as your loving/sadistic partner can attest to. It doesn’t take long until you’re at the same crossroads as before.<</if>> [[Milk Panthee P<-Take Panthee street]] [[Milk May P<-Take Maysierre Street]] [[Milk Tylon P<-Take Tylon Street]] <<if $ConMove is 1 and $BuyLadder is 2>>[[K office<-Use the step ladder]]<</if>>

<<return>> Version 0.4.0 __Kinks__ Feet $FFeet [[Settings<-On][$FFeet to 1]] - [[Settings<-Off][$FFeet to 0]] Nylon $FNylon [[Settings<-On][$FNylon to 1]] - [[Settings<-Off][$FNylon to 0]] Violence $FViolence [[Settings<-On][$FViolence to 1]] - [[Settings<-Off][$FViolence to 0]] Bondage $FBondage [[Settings<-On][$FBondage to 1]] - [[Settings<-Off][$FBondage to 0]] Pee $FPee [[Settings<-On][$FPee to 1]] - [[Settings<-Off][$FPee to 0]] Cuck $FCuck [[Settings<-On][$FCuck to 1]] - [[Settings<-Off][$FCuck to 0]] <hr> __Other settings__ Event checklist $Checklist [[Settings<-On][$Checklist to 1]] - [[Settings<-Off][$Checklist to 0]] Dev/Debug mode $DebugMode [[Settings<-On][$DebugMode to 1]] - [[Settings<-Off][$DebugMode to 0]] <<if $DebugMode is 1>>[[Settings<-All items received][$GiftFlowers to 1, $GiftRoses to 1, $GiftPerfume to 1, $GiftPerfumeExpensive to 1, $GiftLingerie to 1, $GiftBracelet to 1, $GiftTickets to 1, $GiftAnklet to 1, $GiftPajamas to 1, $GiftPicture to 1, $CC1 to 1, $Lingerie2 to 1, $Lingerie3 to 1, $Heels1 to 1, $Heels2 to 1, $Heels3 to 1, $BuyLadder to 2, $BuyBribe to 2, $BuyHat to 2, $BuyPersp to 2, $BuyCream to 2, $Dress1 to 1, $Dress2 to 1, $Dress3 to 1, $BuyMaidOutfit to 2, $BuyWhiteLingerie to 2, $BuyPlug to 2, $BuyClamps to 2, $Dress4 to 1, $Bodysuit to 1]]<</if>> \ <<if $DebugMode is 1>>[[Settings<-All items purchasable][$BuyCage to 1, $BuyViagra to 1, $BuyEscape to 1, $BuyLingerie to 1, $BuyMakeup to 1, $BuyDildo to 1, $BuyPicture to 1, $BuyHeels to 1, $BuyGift2 to 1, $BuyBribe to 1, $BuyLadder to 1, $BuyHat to 1, $BuyPersp to 1, $BuyCream to 1, $BuyDress to 1, $BuyMaidOutfit to 1, $BuyWhiteLingerie to 1, $BuyPlug to 1, $BuyClamps to 1]]<</if>> <<if $DebugMode is 1>>[[Settings<-Turn on shortcuts][$SpeedMode to 1]]<</if>>

<<if $Start is 0>>\ <<elseif $DressA is -1>>[img[Images/C/DressM 200.jpg]]\ <<elseif $DressA is 1>>[img[Images/C/Dress1 200.jpg]]\ <<elseif $DressA is 2>>[img[Images/C/Dress2 200.jpg]]\ <<elseif $DressA is 3>>[img[Images/C/Dress3 200.jpg]]\ <<elseif $DressA is 4>>[img[Images/C/Maid Dress 200.jpg]]\ <<elseif $DressA is 5>>[img[Images/C/Pink Dress 200.jpg]]\ <<elseif $DressA is -2>>[img[Images/C/SuitA 200.jpg]]\ <<else>>[img[Images/C/White 200.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $Start is 0>>\ <<elseif $LingerieA is -1>>[img[Images/C/Boxers 200.jpg]]\ <<elseif $LingerieA is 1>>[img[Images/C/Red Lingerie 200.jpg]]\ <<elseif $LingerieA is 2>>[img[Images/C/Black Lingerie 200.jpg]]\ <<elseif $LingerieA is 3>>[img[Images/C/Pink Lingerie 200.jpg]]\ <<elseif $LingerieA is 4>>[img[Images/C/White Lingerie 200.jpg]]\ <<else>>[img[Images/C/White 200.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $Start is 0>>\ <<elseif $HeelsA is -2>>[img[Images/C/Flats 2 100.jpg]]\ <<elseif $HeelsA is -1>>[img[Images/C/ShoesM 100.jpg]]\ <<elseif $HeelsA is 1>>[img[Images/C/Heels 1 100.jpg]]\ <<elseif $HeelsA is 2>>[img[Images/C/Heels 2 100.jpg]]\ <<elseif $HeelsA is 3>>[img[Images/C/Heels 3 100.jpg]]\ <<else>>[img[Images/C/White 100.jpg]]<</if>> <<if $Start is 0>>\ <<elseif $CCA gt 0>>[img[Images/C/CC1 100.jpg]]\ <<elseif $CCA is 0>>[img[Images/C/White 100.jpg]]<</if>> \ <<if $DrugA is 1>>//Huh? What's going on?// <</if>>\ <<if $GlassesA is 1>>//I hope these glasses frame my face well.// <</if>>\ <<if $ViagraA gt 0>>//I wonder when that viagra will kick in...// <</if>>\ <<if $PlugA is 1>>//I'm stuffed!// <</if>>\ <<if $ClampsA is 1>>//These clamps sting...but feel so good, too!// <</if>>\ <<if $GagA is 1>>"MmPhh!" <</if>>\ <<if $DrawingA is 1>>//I hope that wasn't Sharpie they used.// <</if>>\ <<if $HatA is 1>>//This hat does wonders at hiding my eternal shame, and also blocking out the sun.// <</if>>\ <<if $BodysuitA is 1>>//This bodysuit gives me some massive honkers...// <</if>>\ <<if $TattooA is 1>>//With this tattoo, now would be a horrible time for my powers to vanish.// <</if>>\ <<if $MakeupA is 1>>//I can still feel that red lipstick. Is it still just as visible?//\ <<elseif $MakeupA is 2>>//I can still feel that red lipstick. Is it still just as visible?//\ <<elseif $MakeupA is 3>>//This lipstick is so pink. It makes me look even girlier.//<</if>> <<if $NailsA is 1>>//How am I supposed to do anything with these red nails?//\ <<elseif $NailsA is 2>>//How am I supposed to do anything with these purple nails?//\ <<elseif $NailsA is 3>>//How am I supposed to do anything with these pink nails?//<</if>> <<if $SpeedMode is 1>>[[Mall<-Return to the mall]] [[Party Hub<-Party hub]]<</if>>

<<if $Checklist is 1>>[[Checklist]]<</if>> [[Settings]]

<<if $EHidePepper is 1>>You parry backwards before $k gets a solid grip of your still sore jewels. “What’s the matter? Afraid of your wife all of a sudden? You’ve never complained when I’ve touched your member before.” “Normally you’re wanting to give me a handjob.” “What do you think I want to do right now?” “Do I look like your therapist?” $k sighs, and meanders over to her handbag. Of course, you already know what she takes out - another padlock, but she continues searching for her bottle of pepper spray. There’s no need to spoil that it’s under the driver’s seat of your car. Her rummaging ends with another sigh, this one louder than the first.<</if>> “You know what, babe? How about we take our fun to the bedroom?” Her hands massage your body again, enticing you so endearingly. “Let me show you just how much I’ve missed you.” “How could I possibly say no to that offer?” She playfully chases you to the bedroom, the whole time she takes teasing swipes at you bra straps and panty waistband. Once you’re in the room, $k wastes no time in pushing you onto the bed. She mounts you, kissing her way from your waist, to your neck, until she’s making out with you just like you two did during the heats of passion when you first started dating. When you’re in paradise like this, it’s only natural to close your eyes, and allow your mind, and secondary mind, to wonder. The intense snogging lasts long enough for a cheeky erection to poke $k ‘s crotch, which she giggles at. “I think we should deal with that.” “Me too. Hand or mouth?” “Actually, I had something far better in mind.” She dismounts you, and opening your eyes to observe your surroundings, witness an almost impressive act of sneaky seduction. Your wrists are handcuffed to the rear posts of the bed, and given what $k has been like today, it’s more terrifying than sexy. [img[Images/Handcuffs.jpg]] Your attempts to tug them free are ineffective, and only draws laughter from $k . “They wouldn’t be great hand cuffs if you could just break them with a little struggle. Maybe if you had some big biceps…” She wanders to the side of the bed and sits on the edge, squeezing your muscles. “But you’re not that guy, are you?” “It’s a good job I don’t find myself in handcuffs often.” She leans over and whispers into your ear. “It’s a feeling you’ll get used to.” [[Escape Chastity Bondage 2<-Continue]]

Looking at the dropped chastity cage, your wife smiles. “But if I can’t get any fresh milk, how about we just hang out in the back garden instead? It’s so late, none of the neighbors could possibly notice.” “So you say, but Mr Jefferson’s dog is going to start howling with laughter, I just know it.” “Come on, babe. Be daring for once.” “I’m plenty daring. Don’t you remember that time I asked that bartender at Kizno’s to surprise me?” “He gave you sparkling water.” “It was out of date vodka, I swear.” $k takes your hand in hers, and her own glance down at the two gorgeous tits she has reminds you of their naked presence in the room. In the chaos of your own lingerie, bolt cutters, and chastity cages, you managed to briefly forget the beautiful body you’re married to. The round orbs of sexiness +20 lull you into a state of mindless lust, one which claims you like quicksand. “So, the garden?” “Sure!” Exiting the house onto the patio, the cool air on your mostly uncovered body is a bizarre, though mostly pleasant, sensation. Taking a seat on a chair, you manage to rationalize the situation. //If any guys see me in this lingerie, then they’d also be seeing $k too. $k , who’s entirely naked. They’d be stupid to look at me. I suppose if they’re a woman, they might pay a little more attention to me. Then again, m…// [img[Images/Stars.jpg]] “Ground control to Major $n ? I only got back a few hours ago, and you’re already daydreaming about other things.” “Huh? Sorry, honey.” “Nevermind that.” She reaches over and massages your thigh. Perhaps not quite a massage, actually, but a fond rubbing. There’s a warmth to her eyes that feels unfamiliar, almost alien. It brings back happy memories of quick courtship, engagement, and the early stages of your marriage. Just what she discovered on her vacation that inspired a drastic change like this might be a cause for worry, but you’re too happy to have her back to think deeply on it. “The night sky is so pretty, isn’t it?” “I wonder if people on those planets, millions of lightyears away are thinking the same thing.” “I wonder if the husbands there look as good in lingerie as you do.” You look at $k , smirking. “Do you think I’d be more attractive with a couple of tentacles and gills?” “No.” Her hand gets more playful. “Though maybe if you had a couple more hands to help you with the groceries.” “And as I’ve said, if God wanted us to use supermarkets, he would have made us be born with a Costco membership.” $k ‘s hand sneaks inside your panties, and begins playing with your cock. Neither of you mention it. You, because you’re too busy enjoying it to possibly consider contributing something, and $k because whatever she wants from this moment is being fulfilled by the hand job. It’s only when you’re fully hard, and contemplating if the material of the panties is absorbent enough to take the load (you conclude it isn’t), that $k interrupts the tranquil, sultry moment. “You know what I haven’t had in a while? Wine.” She scrambles from her seat, towards the inside of the house. “Wait, we had some at the res…” By the time you look back at the door, $k’s already closed and locked it. Yet again, you’ve been seduced by her feminine wiles. “I changed my mind.” $k shrugs her shoulders in a pseudo show of spontaneity. “Since when did you care so much about milk?” “Since when were you such a coward?” “That’s nothing new.” “And what about your love for me? When we were engaged, I’m sure if I asked you to do this, you would.” “My love has matured, $k . Instead of daily flowers and picnics, now it’s more…I’ll have the bad slices of bread so you can have the nicer ones. It’s subtle, you know?” … “Can you let me in now?” $k disappears from the door briefly, though quickly reappears before you worry that she’s abandoned you outside completely. From out of a thinly opened window, she tosses the chastity cage on the ground. “Put on the cage, get me some milk, and //then// I’ll let you in.” “Counter offer: I’ll put on the cage, you let me in, and then I’ll make you a drink with the milk in the fridge.” $k stares at you blankly. “Alright, how about this: I’ll put on the cage, you come outside, and then we have that wine?” “What if you put on the cage, I c…” “I CAN’T PUT ON THE CAGE!” “Not with that mindset, no.” “Enough, $n . You know where the closest store. If you hurry, you can be back before I decide to go to bed.” She drops a couple of coins out of the window. “That should cover it.” Picking up the pennies, you sigh as $k walks out of sight. With little choice of what to do, you head to the street. [[Milk 1<-Continue][$CCA to 1]]

Your wife retrieves the chastity cage, and prepares to put it on your penis. Trouble is, they were made for flaccid cocks, not erect ones, and even your less than modest sizing would prove too much. “What a shame. Looks like you can’t put it on me as long as I have a boner.” You fake a disappointed sigh. “I guess we’ll just have to do something else with our time, won’t we? Shall we see what’s on TV?” “Nice try, but we can easily get rid of pesky erections. You of all people should know that.” “Yeah, but it’s very hard for me to have a quick wank right now. Maybe you could help me out.” “I’m sure I could.” $k delicately wraps a hand around your cock, but she doesn’t stroke it, not yet. “You look so desperate.” //Of course I do, we’ve not had sex since before you left. And even then, it’s not like we banged whilst you were packing.// “Desperate means I’ll have an erection, so that little cage is as useful as a pen without paper. Either jerk me off, or untie me.” “Or what? You’re powerless right now, $n , we both know that.” “And what happens after you put the cage on me? Are you going to make me sign a vow of chastity too? Did you want us to become puritans, or is this all going to be a two week obsession that you promptly drop once it becomes boring?” “The future is the most exciting thing in the world, $n . Why would I want to spoil it?” “I’m not a fan of surprises.” “Then you’re going to hate tonight.” She slowly commences the jerking, which is almost worse than waterboarding in your current state. $k has always known the buttons to push. Before, it meant that your pleasure was milked to the fullest. Presently, you’d be on your knees, begging for an orgasm, if the cuffs didn’t preclude it. She doesn’t even need lubricant, not even spit, to make you drool. It must be less than two minutes before your body is doing the familiar contractions - a portent of an upcoming orgasm, but right before the floodgates are opened, $k ‘s hand ceases all stimulation. “W…why’d you stop?” “If you took off the cage, do you really think you deserve an orgasm? Beside, there are other ways to kill an erection.” She skips out the room. “That’s not an encouraging way to put it!” [[Escape Chastity Bondage 3<-Continue]]

She returns shortly after, though not long enough for your erection to go down. In $k ‘s hand is a glass full of ice, and she wastes no time in putting it to use. Grabbing two cubes, she presses them against your hard member, and makes unpleasant eye contact with you. “See? Your mind always goes to orgasms, but that’s such a close minded solution.” “Hey, if wanting an orgasm is close minded, then I don’t want to be smart. Throw away all my books, because I’d much prefer to jerk off.” “There’s no going to be a whole lot of that tonight.” The sensation of ice on your cock isn’t entirely unpleasant. In a sort of masochistic way, the chill of the ice is almost enjoyable, actually. Sadly, you can already feel your cock tap out, and shrink in proportions. “This is so unfair. If you could have an erection, I’d never discourage it like this.” “Oh believe me, you would. Do you think being pestered for a handy every morning doesn’t get annoying?” “I don’t do it that often!” “It was your New Year’s resolution last year!” “Oh, yeah. But I made it to February 7th!” “You really are a Casanova. What ever happened to that man that I dated so long ago - the one that would drain his erections first thing in the morning like it was a medical prescription. You’d come right back to bed and act like you just woke up.” “Well you’re not perfect either.” “Oh? And what do I do that upsets you?” “Putting my cock in a cage for a start.” “I mean before that, in our marriage.” “Well…” you struggle to find the necessary ammunition. “When we got engaged you promised I wouldn’t have to see your dad often.” “We don’t!” “Every year? That’s pretty regularly.” “For two hours on December 27th?” “Hey, I’m dreading those 2 hours all year. Frankly, it ruins my Christmas.” $k momentarily drops the ice, and storms out the room once more. Her speedy return comes with something that has a much more clear use than frozen water. In her hand is yet another lock, and a ball gag. “What’s with all these locks? Did you buy stocks in Lowe’s or something?” $k doesn’t answer, and instead lifts your head up so that she can properly equip the gag. The ball slots into your mouth, causing it to stay perpetually open, which you quickly realize will become quite uncomfortable. [img[Images/Gag.jpg]] //This isnot how I wanted to introduce gags and handcuffs into the relationship.// “So much better.” The icing of your cock continues until it is entirely flaccid, and try as you might, summoning another erection in the brief period between $k taking off the ice, and her putting the cage on it, proves impossible. [[Escape Chastity Bondage 4<-Continue][$GagA to 1, $CCA to 1]]

[[Relive<-Return]] //Ah yes, mine and $k ‘s mariage. I remember it like it was yesterday, and it might as well be. It really was the perfect day, apart from everything that wasn’t. The caters decided to get extra fancy, and added squid to the menu. Not the best day to realize I do have allergies. And of all the days to mix up your medication and viagra, that has to be the worst. I’ll never make that mistake again. Especially after I fell for it again before my big meeting with my boss. Though maybe that wasn’t too bad. He seemed to take it as a compliment. Anyway, anyway, my wedding, yes. $k looked absolutely angelic. Really - I thought I was hallucinating at one point. She had to pinch my hand in the middle of our vows. You don’t often hear “oww” in place of “I do”, and it probably doesn’t bode well for a marriage. Then again, I can’t particularly complain about what me and $k have together.// [[Relive Marriage Normal<-Relive your wedding-Normally, of course]] [[Relive Marriage No Show<-Relive your wedding-Don't show up]]

[[Therapist office<-Return]] //I suppose if I have the power to go back to any point in time, there’s no harm in experimenting a little. Perhaps a little harm, actually. But not a lot. Hopefully.// [[Relive Marriage<-Relive your marriage]]

Mr Oldenstein’s office, reception, corridor, and even the small excuse for a restroom, is depressing, which is a feeling you get so often here that it might as well be on his business card. “Feel like life is going too well? Not enjoying the good times? Need something to add balance to the chaos of a happy life? Come to Mr Oldenstein*’s office today! We firmly believe that a crappy day is necessary once in a while, and that’s what we promise to deliver on. Come for your scheduled appointment, and be seen half an hour late. We do have a coffee machine - but rest assured, it’s broken. We can’t have you relying on that old pick me up, can we? Then there’s our receptionist, Jan. For you straight men and gay women, she’s a treat, but only from a distance. Preferably, through a window. Her naggy voice has even caused some of our patients to break down before even seeing the specialist! So come on down! Have a crappy day with Mr Oldenstein today! <<set $P to 0>>*Mr Oldenstein is a licensed psychotherapist with a doctorate in counseling psychology, but uses the title “Mr” for personal reasons.” [img[Images/Waiting room.jpg]] At least the radio serves as a distraction, though not a particularly enjoyable one. “A man’s towel, 4, has claimed negligence against him. The towel, which is made of Egyptian wool, claims he was frequently used by the defendant, Joe Reiner, several times as a target for ejaculation. The towel, who prefers the term “wash cloth”, says he was used as many as “40 times” without being washed. Hearing the news of a lawsuit, a sock posted online that he previously used to live under Reiner’s bed, and was frequently used in much the same manner, claiming “20 times was the norm before a wash, but sometimes it was much worse. Summertime was hell. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.” The sock went on to say that he has been living a much more fulfilling life since being donated to charity. Reiner has yet to make a comment.” [[Therapist Q1<-Zzzz]]

<<set $CCA to 1>>\ <<if $CopyKey is 1>><<set $CopyKey to 2>><</if>>\ <<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> You've unlocked a new item at the hardware store! “What was that?” “It’s called a ruined orgasm.” ““Ruined?” What you just did was sacrilege. There’s probably laws about doing that kind of thing!” $k mimes a glance at a watch. “Shame. The court’s closed at this hour.” “Nevermind the courts, I’m reporting you straight to the police.” “You know, I can do that kind of thing several times in a row. Think about how drained you’d be after just 5 of them. By the tenth you’d be shooting dust. But poor little $n , he’d still be just as horny as before.” “Where did you learn such evil from, anyway? Is that how Louise keeps scaring all those men off?” “Oh honey, when it comes to orgasms, that isn’t even the best thing I learned over the past week.” “And what does that mean?” “How about you go out and get that milk, then I might show you.” “How ab…” $k doesn’t waste her time waiting for the retort, and instead shoves you out the front door, and the distinct sound of an internal mechanism locking means you’re left stuck. From the nearby window, $k throws out several coins from the small opening, which she keeps deliberately slim. “Try escaping it now!” [[Milk 1<-Continue]]

Scrambling the towards the pocket of your pants, you retrieve the tiny chastity key - a functional copy of one, at least. $k watches on. Just as before, she has no intention to intervene. “Honey…I…why would you do that?” “I thought you’d find it funny(?)” “And I thought I made it clear that I wanted you to wear it.” “Ohhhhh. My mistake.” She pauses, pondering the contraption on the floor. The sorrow in her eyes almost makes you feel guilty, though not as much as before, especially when you know how she’s going to ruin what’s about to come. “Alright, I’ll make you a deal. I’ll give you an orgasm right now if you let me put it back on you afterwards.” Despite your prophetic knowledge of the future, you still agree. A handjob is a handjob, afterall. “Deal!” $k immediately drops to the ground, stroking your semi-erect member to full mast. //Is she eager to put me in a cage, or to ruin my orgasm?// It takes barely a minute for your dick to reach the point of no return, and as expected, $k ‘s hand breaks off all contact milliseconds before the first squirt, and the hefty amount of semen that’s released pours out in a sad drizzle, like a faucet that desperately needs replacing. Rather than outrage about what just happened, this time you’re more concerned with how hard the cum might be to clean up off the floor. $k , meanwhile, jumps into action with the same alacrity as she did to jerk you off. In just seconds, she has the cage reequipped. [[Escape Chastity Copy 2 2nd<-Continue]] <<if $CopyKey is 3 and visited("Escape Chastity Copy 2nd Key 1st")>>[[Escape Chastity Copy 2nd Key 2nd<-Use the second key]]\ <<elseif $CopyKey is 3>>[[Escape Chastity Copy 2nd Key 1st<-Use the second key]]<</if>>

<<set $CCA to 0>>\ <<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> $k stares in complete disbelief as you recover a second key from your pants. And with the same eagerness she showed in putting the cage on you, you send it plummeting back down to the earth. Befuddled, your wife prods your pants, holding them upside down in the hopes any more keys might show themself. *Clink* *Clank* *Clop* She stares at you with an expression of simultaneous disappointment and bizarre pride. To her, it must be like you two are in tremendous sync, even if your desires are conflicting. Little does she know, you’ve got the power to repeat the past 10 minutes infinitely. Getting more keys isn’t an issue at some point. Inspecting the dozens of keys on the floor, $k takes out the original, and hands it to you. “How about this: you look after the actual key, and I’ll put your penis back in the cage. We can have a bit of fun, but you’ll be able to use the key whenever you want. That’s fair, isn’t it?” “I suppose that’s agreeable. And how about we do something I want later, as well?” “I’ll think about it.” $k reequips the cage yet again, whilst you fantasize about what you can get out of her. “Are you still on the fence about that threesome?” “Honey, I keep telling you, that cashier at MallShack was not flirting with you.” “You don’t have to be jealous, babe. I love you with all my heart, even if you insist on making me wear this cage.” $k fiddles with the cage, though she blocks the view of her hands. Once she’s done, her lips lock with yours, and she lures you to the couch with the lingering promise of a good time, where you’ll have control. The spontaneous makeout session lasts about 5 minutes before you’re searching for the key, eager to have sex. “You don’t mind, do you?” “It’s your key now.” $k sighs. Jamming the key into its slot, it bounces off. Brushing it off as a lustful mistake, you go slower this time. Still, the metal refuses to enter its home. Observing the lock more closely, the inside doesn’t seem quite right. There’s something inside it. Something clear, yet hard. Whatever it is, would have to have be poured, or squirted in. “YOU PUT GLUE IN IT?!” ““Glue?” I thought it was a polishing resin.” $k feigns a sigh. “Oh well, sorry honey.” “How am I supposed to ever get out now?” <<if $BoltCutters is 0>>Your mind instantly begins to panic, and you fathom a life where you’ll never be able to touch your member again. //My dick is like the man in the iron mask. I’m never going to be free, am I? I’m stuck with this lump of metal only my dick for the rest of my life. I’ll neve be able to join any sports team with something like this on my cock. Showering would be such hell, maybe almost as bad as showering after sports in high school. Geez, I can just imagine a wild coyote setting up a massive magnet on my way to work, ready to imprison me.// “Try not to let it get you down, honey. We’ll just go out tomorrow and get it taken off at the hardware store. You’ll have to tip the man, though. That’ll be a first. See? You might learn something from this experience, along with not disobeying me.” It’s in your shook state that $k pushes you out of the front door, locking it shut behind you. <<elseif $BoltCutters is 1>>Whilst your frenzied thoughts cause panic at first, you quickly assure yourself that freedom can come pretty swiftly. Bolt cutters, not only exist, but you have a pair in the house. Whilst you’re trying to remember where you put them, $k decides to strike, and shoves you out of the front door.<</if>> “Milk, sissy!” She yells, throwing a bunch of coins out of the window. [[Milk 1<-Continue][$CCA to 1]]

<<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> “Mark my words, $k , all your orgasms for the next year will be ruined.” “You’re going to take the batteries out of my vibrator?” “Nope. From now on, I’m going to be a much more selfish lover in the bedroom, you just watch.” “Aww, honey.” She rubs her hand along the metal confining your dick. “Do you really think sex is on the table at all? When your penis is in a cage, you’re lucky to get what you’re given. Besides” she leans in beside you, whispering in your ear. “Do you actually think you’ve made me cum in the past 10 years?” “Not even that one time I went down on you?” $k shakes her head. “I was wearing vibrating nipple clamps.” “Oh. Well, did my money pay for them, at least? I’d still call that me giving you an orgasm.” “They were a gift from Rachel.” “Right.” $k ‘s tired of hearing your excuses, so shoves you out of the front, locking it shut behind you. From the same window, several coins land at your feet. “But you can make it up to me by getting some milk.” [[Milk 1<-Continue]]

Standing in line to buy the viagra, your nerves take a tormentful ride as you get closer and closer to the chemist. If it's available off the shelves, you shouldn’t have any issues, but the mind, particularly yours, loves to make a mental mountain out of a mole hill. //Hello, I would like one (1) viagra please.// //But sir, you’re a man who appears to be in his sexual prime. Why, I can already imagine the healthy meat stick inside your pants right now. What could you possibly need viagra for?// //Well, since you asked, you invasively inquiring chemist (who, might I add, looks to be in her optimum age for beauty also), it’s actually because my wife is insistent on locking my penis in a steel case, and I believe the best way to avoid such things is to be too erect to be slotted inside a chastity cage.// //A chastity cage?// //Yes, a chastity cage: a device used to trap a male’s, or other penis-having individual’s, genitals in order to prevent erections. It is secured in place with a lock and key, which is typically, though not always, handed to somebody else.// //Wow, you’re so smart. Can I get your number?// //Why, you can have all 10 of my numbers. Here: 5…// “Sir? Sir?” The chemist calls, waving a hand dramatically to get your attention. “You’re next.” “Oh, sorry.” You stumble to the till. “Just these, please.” The box of viagra lands on the flat surface, and the chemist scans the barcode, likely not even clocking what the item is. “That’ll be 8.99$.” You pay without exchanging another word. //She was definitely hitting on me.// [[Chemist S<-Return]]

[[Mall<-Return]] <<if $ConChem lte 5>>Selling the good (coincidentally taxed) drugs, Two In The Mouth does little to distinguish itself from any of the other chemist stores in the mall in terms of items available, prices, or attractive employees. It does, however, have a particularly nice tile pattern on the floor.\ <<elseif $ConChem gt 5>>Gazing at the neat, over the counter drugs available, as well as the plethora of prescribable ones hidden behind said counter, you wonder how long it will be before Lisa's estrogen 2.0 changes the world, or if the pharmaceutical industry will be able to undermine the wonderful drug enough to stop it from being sold.<</if>> [img[Images/Chemist.jpg]] <<if $BuyViagra is 0>>\ <<elseif $Viagra is 1>>You've already bought some viagra.\ <<elseif $BuyViagra is 1>>Buy [[Buy viagra<-viagra][$Viagra to 1]].<</if>> <<if $BuyViagra lt 2>>\ <<elseif $Viagra is 2>>You've already bought some of //that// viagra.\ <<elseif $Viagra is 1>>Buy [[Buy viagra 2<-viagra][$Viagra to 2]]. //Again...//<</if>>\ <<if $BuyPersp is 0>>\ <<elseif $BuyPersp is 1>>Buy the maid some [[Chemist S<-Antiperspirant][$BuyPersp to 2]]\ <<elseif $BuyPersp is 2>>You've already bought some antiperspirant.<</if>> <<if $BuyCream is 0>>\ <<elseif $BuyCream is 1>>Buy the maid some [[Chemist S<-numbing cream][$BuyCream to 2]]\ <<elseif $BuyCream is 2>>You've already bought some numbing cream.<</if>>

[img[Images/Street.jpg]] Panthee Street isn’t the most direct of routes to the convenience store, but it is at least a path less traveled. <<if $EPlug is 1>>The plug in your rear, which you're now regretting giving $k the remote to, buzzes to life, ensuring this trip is a little more interesting. <</if>>\ <<if $HeelsA is 1 or $HeelsA is 2 or $HeelsA is 3>>Heels clicking across the pavement, your feet at least have more protection from the cold, rough concrete than they did earlier.\ <<else>>Walking along the pavement, the stockings covering your legs and feet provide next to no protection from stray stones or puddles of water. Perhaps even more so than if you were entirely naked, they leave you feeling incredibly vulnerable, and every sensation that hits your legs is amplified, sort of like the nose of a dog.<</if>> Some vague amount of time on the way, you’re alerted to a car on the road. First, by the sound of tires gently creaking on the tarmac. This late at night, the driver is courteous to drive slowly. Secondly, by the headlights that are coming towards you. They’re bright, naturally, and your vision is eclipsed the lumens. While you do look down to protect your eyes, you’re unable to make out any details of the car, or its driver, or any passenger. Behind the lights, whoever is inside would have had a perfect view of you, and your daring clothing. It’s a brutally embarrassing feeling to be caught so clearly, and with a spotlight on you. Contrastingly, you’re completely powerless in the situation. You can’t determine if its a hatchback or sedan, red car or black, elderly driver or someone your own age. Naturally, your mind rushes to the worst case scenario. //I bet it was my boss, I just know it. This is going to be really awkward to explain on Monday, as if I needed any more reason to avoid him. I feel like an escaped convict under a helicopter spotlight.// Though the car driver undoubtedly sees you, it continues moving at a constant pace, and soon enough, it’s past you, and then up the road, and then out of sight. //I hope they don’t have a dashcam.// Hoping that no more cars come down the street, you continue onwards, change in hand. A dozen or so houses later, you’re accosted by a figure - one that must have been moving as silently as a whisper, as you’re shocked to see the man just 3 meters away, searching for his mailbox. He’s in a bathrobe, and has a pair of slippers on. Observing his face, you quickly become relieved. It’s Mr Foster. Mr Foster has been in the neighborhood far longer than you and $k have. In fact, despite being a few blocks away, he and his wife were the first people to welcome you to their neck of the woods. The Fosters are so nice that you don’t even have to pretend to like them for $k ‘s sake. Thing was, Mr Foster is blind. He never did let it hold him back. He still insisted on doing as much as he could himself, like checking the mail. When Mrs Foster was out of town, $k would volunteer the two of you to take him grocery shopping, and he was more than appreciative. Appreciative enough, in fact, to take the pair of you out to dinner. Suffice to say, of all the neighbors you could run into, Mr Foster would be top of the list. “Is someone there?” He asks, slightly startled by hearing a set of footsteps. “It’s just me, Mr Foster.” “Ahh, $n ! How are you? And what about your wife? Is she back from that trip of hers yet?” “Earlier today.” “That’s good to hear. Did she have a nice time?” //Fantastic. She came back with a chastity cage!// “Fantastic. She came back with a bunch of souvenirs.” “And let me guess, she didn’t suggest you move to The Maldives?” Mentioning $k ‘s vacation to him was entirely understandable. The following moan of worries that she might do something else irrational, like stay there, was a little less. But he caught you at an opportune time, when you were ready to unleash your fears onto someone else. Also, you trusted him not to mention those fears to your better half. Dark out as it is, Mr Foster isn’t wearing his normal tinted spectacles. Now might be the first time you’ve seen his pupils. “Well, what are you doing out this late, anyway?” “We needed some more milk.” “Oh, I see.” He shivers against a particularly cold gust of wind, and tightens up his bath robe. “I hope you’re all wrapped up. I’d hate for you to catch something.” “That would be a dampener on the night.” “Harold? Harold!” Mrs Foster’s voice calls from inside their house, the door to which is still open, a fact which raises your heartbeat by at least 2 dozen bpm. Mr Foster might not be able to see, but Mrs Foster certainly can. “Well, I hope the newspaper has some particularly interesting stock information, but I really must get going now.” “Right, right, of course; don’t let me keep you.” “And give my love to your wife. She’s a wonderful woman.” He calls out as you dash off. Faintly, you can hear Mrs Foster coming out. “What’s all the talking I heard?” “$n , just catching me up on his wife’s adventures.” ““$n ?”” She questions, likely searching in the distance. Hopefully you’re out of sight by now. //Boy do I hope.// <<if visited("Store 1") or visited("Store Punish 1")>>[[Store 2<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[Store 1<-Continue]]<</if>>

[img[Images/Street.jpg]] Maysierre Street could certainly be a less busy path, but at this ever darkening time of night, hopefully you’ll sneak by undetected. Besides, it’s not exactly like you’re savoring the moment with a stroll. Your current speed walking makes you appear like a middle class mom trying to keep in shape by storming down the sidewalk. You’re just missing the neon pink tracksuit and headband. <<if $EPlug is 1>>The plug in your rear, which you're now regretting giving $k the remote to, buzzes to life, ensuring this trip is a little more interesting. <</if>>\ <<if $HeelsA is 1 or $HeelsA is 2 or $HeelsA is 3>>Heels clicking across the pavement, your feet at least have more protection from the cold, rough concrete than they did earlier.\ <<else>>Walking along the pavement, the stockings covering your legs and feet provide next to no protection from stray stones or puddles of water. Perhaps even more so than if you were entirely naked, they leave you feeling incredibly vulnerable, and every sensation that hits your legs is amplified, sort of like the nose of a dog.<</if>> The journey, surprisingly, goes fine. You could never calm down completely, but each house you pass without incident seems to decrease your heart rate a little further, until it’s soon at a resting pace. All is going well until you’re almost at the store. Just before you can make it to the last crossing, though, you’re caught off guard by a man getting out his car right in front of you, the door almost slamming you in the chest. He looks up from his phone. “Sorry about that, I…” His jaw almost drops to the floor, and his agape eyes don’t blink at the sight ahead of him. The lingerie is enough to catch his attention, but when his gaze drifts upward enough, he looks positively ready to have a heart attack. <<if $MakeupA is 0>>“$n ? What the hell are you doing wearing something like that?”\ <<else>>"$n ? I almost didn't recognize you with all that stuff on your face. What the hell are you doing wearing all this?<</if>> Devastatingly, not only is it a man who can see, but it’s a man you know, a man who’s been to your house, and a man you couldn’t easily dispose of without his family asking questions. “Frankie! Fancy seeing you here! What have you been up to lately? Still trying to fix up that Jag?” Frankie was $k ‘s 5th cousin once removed, or something like that. You certainly don’t see him enough to remember his formal title. Throughout the entirety of your marriage, you’ve only encountered him 5 times. 7 instances in total, including times prior to your marriage. Primarily at barbecues, family birthdays and anniversary parties. It wasn’t necessarily that you disliked the guy, though his tendency to rant about cars, horsepower, v11 engines and spoilers, whilst you just nod your head, doesn’t make him too endearing. Rather, it was your lack of similar interests, relatable jobs, or agreeable personalities that made the exchanges awkward. One of those people you’d never interact with were it not for your shared family. Come to think of it, eloping with $k would have solved a great many issues. It was only on your second to last meeting that you learned he lived only a 5 minute walk away. “$k making you do this for forgetting to take the trash out or something?” “Yes! That’s exactly what this is. You know how $k can be sometimes! So funny, yet humiliating in a way that ensures I’ll learn my lesson.” “Ah.” He exhales, seemingly understanding. “Bebe just gives me an earful and calls it a day. Suppose you must have kept forgetting.” “You know me.” You shrug your shoulders. It’s hardly an awful excuse to run with. “What’s that in your panties?” He nods to the awkward protrusion at the front of your panties: the chastity cage. “...my wallet(?)” You attempt to make it sound like a genuine answer, but you have no idea how believable it is. “Right. Still, you should count yourself lucky $k has a sense of humor. Fella I work with told me his fiance made him tell his mom that he was a cuckold, just ‘cause he forgot to pick her up from the airport. I’d never recover from something like that.” He shakes his head, uncomfortable at the idea of such a thing. “Wait a minute, didn’t $k just go on a vacation herself?” “She did. The Maldives.” You reply, only afterward becoming confused. You certainly didn’t tell him, and $k doesn’t seem close enough to him that she would either, not unless she ran into him during the brief period of arranging the travel plans, and going on it, but that seems unlikely. “How did you know about that?” “Hope’s brother is one of the guys at the garage.” He looks around, lowering his voice. “You didn’t hear this from me, but apparently the girls got up to some weird shit out there.” “Huh? Like what?” You’re too curious, and comparatively fail to keep your voice quiet. “From what I was told, a fella kept trying to hit on what’s her name…Rachel? Supposedly, she wasn’t having any of it, so they got him hella drunk - triple vodka and coke levels of drunk. They dressed him up like a proper whore, tiny dress, red nails, lipstick. Then they left him tied up in front of a brothel, or something like that.” He sighs, like uttering the words might get him in trouble. “I couldn’t tell you how much of it was $k ‘s doing. Personally, I couldn’t see her doing something that vicious.” “Huh.” “A simi…” “FRANK!” A shrill voice yells from inside his house. “Sorry lad, the ball and chain’s wanting me inside.” He locks his car, and enters through the picket fenced gate to his property. “Frankie?” He turns around. “Yeah?” “Do you think we can keep this between us?” You nod your head downwards at the humiliating outfit you find yourself in. He takes another survey of your lingerie, and takes a concerning while to reply, as if he was questioning whether to be honest, or if he should spare your feelings. “Sure.” //The latter it is.// He disappears inside his house, and you carry on your journey, hoping $k ‘s niece’s brother’s step cousin doesn’t step out from another car. //I’ll need to keep Frankie away from seeing $k ‘s father ever again, or I’ll never hear the end of this. In case I can’t afford a hitman by Christmas, I'll have to make sure $k ‘s dad isn’t there some other way. Perhaps I could slash his tires, or surround his house with a 100 cardboard cut outs of trucks and keep him trapped in.// <<if visited("Store 1") or visited("Store Punish 1")>>[[Store 2<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[Store 1<-Continue]]<</if>>

[img[Images/Street.jpg]] <<if $EPlug is 1>>The plug in your rear, which you're now regretting giving $k the remote to, buzzes to life, ensuring this trip is a little more interesting. <</if>>\ Tylon Street would be the pragmatic choice for getting to the convenience store. That is, it’s the quickest route. But like most pragmatic decisions, it removes the human aspect. Is it really worth cutting out 2 minutes of walking if you run into half a dozen people on the way there? Right now, as there’s a human figure walking towards you, your answer is absolutely not, and you’re wishing death upon Charles Peirce and the like. The sporadic streetlights illuminate their presence briefly, until they’re out of the circle, and then into the next one. Doubtlessly, they’re experiencing the same thing with you. … //They’re definitely walking towards me.// //What is that?// … //They’re a woman, I think. I hope my hair looks good.// //Why is she in her underwear?// … //She doesn’t look that old. Maybe a little younger than me.// //That’s not a “she”.// … There’s only one streetlight between you now, and you cross it simultaneously. Neither of you make eye contact, or even appear to be looking at one another, though you’re both aware that you are. She’s clutching her purse tightly, and seems to have a grasp of something inside it, should you try anything funny. “Funny” in this instance, meaning anything that might make her feel threatened, and thinking about it, it’s easy to understand why. You probably appear to be a psycho. Perhaps she thinks you just butchered a woman, took her lingerie, and then remembered you were out of bread. Or perhaps the lingerie is a ritualistic thing prior to your murder of any person who you cross on the sidewalk. Maybe you’re not a serial killer at all, and simply decided on this get up today before howling at the moon for several hours. <<if $MakeupA gt 0>>Where exactly your makeup fits into those assumptions are anyone's guess.<</if>> Now, you’re questioning if saying that this was your wife’s idea of dare would help defuse the situation, or if it would only make it more uncomfortable. There’s no reply you can imagine her giving in response to such a remark. In the end, your over thinking was meaningless, as your respective footsteps fade from each other’s ears. A heavy sigh exits your mouth. Unscathed, you continue onwards, determined to get the milk. Sadly, your next human interaction does not go as smoothly. The first sign you hear of something alarming is a gaggle of voices. Firstly, from your right, from a lateral street, and then converging behind you, perhaps 30 steps behind, though they keep even with that distance even as you continue walking. The voices, which you figure to be 3 men, perhaps in their early twenties, are boisterous. They might be tipsy, or perhaps their aggressive giddiness is usual of all souls that young. You pick up on partial sentences, though it’s easy to fill in the blanks. “Hey guys, check it out.” “Is that…?” “I don’t think that’s a chick.” “No way, it’s a guy?” “Has to be.” “No fucking way.” As their whispers cease, so too does the subtlety. They dash up to roughly 5 steps behind you, though you fear to look back in order to confirm the distance. Their voices are much louder now, and hearing their words takes no effort, and is likely understood by the residents nearby also. “Witt-woo!” “How small of a penis do you need to have for them to fit into panties?” “Tiny.” “No bigger than 2 inches.” "But those tits - mind if I give them a honk-honk?" “What a loser.” “Hey man, you forget your dress at home or something?” “Buddy, he asked you a question.” Head down, you increase your pace, but they match it. Their voices are silent for a minute, but that’s only because they’ve moved up to physically tormenting you. One hand grabs your panties, stretching them backwards, and preventing you from moving forward. The other two men rush beside you, one of them putting an arm around you, like you were friends. “So? Where’d you leave your dress? At the pansy store?” “I can’t say I’ve seen that shop.” “No? I’m surprised you don’t own it.” ““Own a store?!”” You erupt in pseudo laughter, attempting to throw water on the fire before it spreads, just like they were your bullies back in high school. “If I did, rest assured you lovely gentleman would get excellent discounts.” “What you trying to say?” “We’re not sissies like you.” “Yeah, and we’re straight too!” “What’s sexuality got to do with this?” ““What’s sexuality got to do with this?”” One of them mocks in a high pitch voice. “Cocksucker.” “Guys, I eat cock, I don’t suck it. Surely you like chicken, too, right?” “What’s the sissy out this late for anyway? Getting more condoms for your daddy to have sex with you?” “You know you can’t get pregnant, don’t you?” “Oh, I already know that. My wife played a real good April Fool’s joke on me last year.” ““Wife?” Yeah right.” “The only wife you’ll ever have is another sissy like you.” “I swear that’s what my father in law said once.” By this point, you’ve come to the last crossing before the store, and it’s only 30 meters or so away now. By the grace of some divine being, though not enough to stop the interaction entirely, the men go in a different direction. “Don’t forget the vaseline, sissy!” <<if visited("Store 1") or visited("Store Punish 1")>>[[Store 2<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[Store 1<-Continue]]<</if>>

[img[Images/Street.jpg]] <<if $EPlug is 1>>The plug in your rear, which you're now regretting giving $k the remote to, buzzes to life, ensuring this trip is a little more interesting. <</if>>\ Stepping with a tentative foot down the unfamiliar lane, which you can only assume appeared out of a 4th dimension, your curiosity almost makes you forget the lingerie you’re donning. The sights are exactly what you’d expect of the neighborhood, but they’re not quite right. A garage door slightly too big, a bay window with off curtains. You’re beginning to question if this path could even lead to the convenience store when a woman appears from little more than a gap between atoms. But you’re not afraid, and she doesn’t shriek, or cry for help, or even give you a funny look. And as you observe her face for longer and longer, it becomes more and more familiar, until… “Lisa? Lisa Coolwell?” She’s matured, for sure, but you’d stake your life on it. The same girl who you confessed your love to whilst mostly naked in the high school girls’ locker room is right in front of you. “$n , hello.” ““Hello?” What are you doing here? It’s been years, and you look fantastic, by the way.” “I’m always here.” “I’ve never seen you around the neighborhood.” “Yes, you have.” “I would have remembered that.” She stares at you blankly, reminding of you of the bizarre outfit you’re wearing. “Don’t ask.” “I don’t need to. Your wife wanted you to wear her lingerie, and now she’s locked you out of the house until you get her some milk, despite already having some in the fridge.” “Yeah…that. ‘The same happen with Mr Jefferson yesterday or something?” She doesn’t reply, not for a while, at least. The whole time, you’re summing her up, getting a gauge of her feelings or thoughts. You don’t arrive at any conclusion. She’s just…there. “You shouldn’t disappoint your wife.” She nods her head in the direction of the store, and heads inside the house behind her. “Wait! After what happened in the locker room, I could never bring myself to talk to you again. I should have apologized, or said something - anything. But I didn’t have the heart to.” “That’s okay. You do now, don’t you?” “...I’m sorry.” Lisa smiles in response. “What are you doing now?” “Do you really want to know?” You half shrug your shoulders. “I do.” “I had a few more relationships before finally settling down.” “Right.” “That doesn’t come as a surprise, though, does it?” “No, it doesn’t.” Lisa returns to her porch, where you can barely make out her figure. “You’ve always beaten yourself up for speaking your mind that day. You wonder what things would have been like if you had waited until I was single. Maybe it would have worked out. Maybe it wouldn’t. But you need to forgive yourself. You’re married to a woman who loves you more than anything. And you love her more than you would ever love me - you know that. Treat her well, $n .” Whilst you can’t see her form, you somehow recognize her body shifting itself towards the store. “Right. The milk.” <<if visited("Store 1") or visited("Store Punish 1")>>[[Store 2<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[Store 1<-Continue]]<</if>>

Equipped with a gag, $k breathes a heavy sigh of relief. “Rachel was right. I should have put one of these on you a //long// time ago.” “Rmmhmm?” “Yes honey, Rachel. You know, one of my lovely friends.” “Lmmmlm? Wmmm…” “She’s had lots of great ideas over the years. I remember the first time I complained about finding it hard to orgasm when I’m with you, she suggested going to sex therapy.” She exhales. “Do you have any idea how many orgasms I could have if we had followed her advice? I’m talking hundreds; you’ve had that many from head alone. I won’t ignore her wisdom again. In fact, I can see this gag becoming a regular aspect of our life now.” “Mmm?” “Of course I’ll still let you brush your teeth, honey.” $k uncouples the four sets of cuffs binding your limbs, but doesn’t stop exerting her control over you. She shoves you out of the bedroom door, guides you down the stairs, and then pushes you out of the front door, which she locks in between you. From out of the adjacent window, she tosses several coins. “Remember: milk! Don’t bother with the receipt.” A chastity cage is bad enough. Lingerie is mortifying. But a ball gag is something that’s going to make this experience much harder to swallow. [[Milk Punish<-Continue]]

<<set $MPP to 0>>\ [img[Images/Street.jpg]] Panthee Street isn’t the most direct of routes to the convenience store, but it is at least a path less traveled. <<if $EPlug is 1>>The plug in your rear, which you're now regretting giving $k the remote to, buzzes to life, ensuring this trip is a little more interesting. <</if>>\ <<if $HeelsA is 1 or $HeelsA is 2 or $HeelsA is 3>>Heels clicking across the pavement, your feet at least have more protection from the cold, rough concrete than they did earlier.\ <<else>>Walking along the pavement, the stockings covering your legs and feet provide next to no protection from stray stones or puddles of water. Perhaps even more so than if you were entirely naked, they leave you feeling incredibly vulnerable, and every sensation that hits your legs is amplified, sort of like the nose of a dog.<</if>> Some vague amount of time on the way, you’re alerted to a car on the road. First, by the sound of tires gently creaking on the tarmac. This late at night, the driver is courteous to drive slowly. Secondly, by the headlights that are coming towards you. They’re bright, naturally, and your vision is eclipsed the lumens. While you do look down to protect your eyes, you’re unable to make out any details of the car, or its driver, or any passenger. Behind the lights, whoever is inside would have had a perfect view of you, and your daring clothing and gag. It’s a brutally embarrassing feeling to be caught so clearly, and with a spotlight on you. Contrastingly, you’re completely powerless in the situation. You can’t determine if its a hatchback or sedan, red car or black, elderly driver or someone your own age. Naturally, your mind rushes to the worst case scenario. //I bet it was Mr Oldenstein, I just know. Why couldn’t $k make me wear this gag before I have a session with him?// Though the car driver undoubtedly sees you, it continues moving at a constant pace, and soon enough, it’s past you, and then up the road, and then out of sight. //I hope they don’t have a dashcam.// Mentally pleading that no more cars come down the street, you continue onwards, change in hand. A dozen or so houses later, you’re accosted by a figure - one that must have been moving as silently as a whisper, as you’re shocked to see the man just 3 meters away, searching for his mailbox. He’s in a bathrobe, and has a pair of slippers on. Observing his face, you quickly become relieved. It’s Mr Foster. Mr Foster has been in the neighborhood far longer than you and $k have. In fact, despite being a few blocks away, he and his wife were the first people to welcome you to their neck of the woods. The Fosters are so nice that you don’t even have to pretend to like them for $k ‘s sake. Thing was, Mr Foster is blind. He never did let it hold him back. He still insisted on doing as much as he could himself, like checking the mail. When Mrs Foster was out of town, $k would volunteer the two of you to take him grocery shopping, and he was more than appreciative. Appreciative enough, in fact, to take the pair of you out to dinner. Suffice to say, of all the neighbors you could run into, Mr Foster would be top of the list. “Is someone there?” He asks, slightly startled by hearing a set of footsteps. Given your forcibly muted state, you can’t calm his nerves easily. But staying entirely silent also feels cruel. [[Milk Panthee P 2<-Murmur something reassuring][$MPP to 1]] [[Milk Panthee P 2<-Stay still][$MPP to 2]]

[img[Images/Street.jpg]] Maysierre Street could certainly be a less busy path, but at this ever darkening time of night, hopefully you’ll sneak by undetected. Besides, it’s not exactly like you’re savoring the moment with a stroll. Your current speed walking makes you appear like a middle class mom trying to keep in shape by storming down the sidewalk. You’re just missing the neon pink tracksuit and headband. <<if $EPlug is 1>>The plug in your rear, which you're now regretting giving $k the remote to, buzzes to life, ensuring this trip is a little more interesting. <</if>>\ <<if $HeelsA is 1 or $HeelsA is 2 or $HeelsA is 3>>Heels clicking across the pavement, your feet at least have more protection from the cold, rough concrete than they did earlier.\ <<else>>Walking along the pavement, the stockings covering your legs and feet provide next to no protection from stray stones or puddles of water. Perhaps even more so than if you were entirely naked, they leave you feeling incredibly vulnerable, and every sensation that hits your legs is amplified, sort of like the nose of a dog.<</if>> The journey, surprisingly, goes fine. You could never calm down completely, but each house you pass without incident seems to decrease your heart rate a little further, until it’s soon at a resting pace. All is going well until you’re almost at the store. Just before you can make it to the last crossing, though, you’re caught off guard by a man getting out his car right in front of you, the door almost slamming you in the chest. You grunt a noise of shock through the gag. He looks up from his phone. “Sorry about that, I…” His jaw drops wide, almost as wide as yours is,. His agape eyes don’t even blink at the sight ahead of him. The lingerie is enough to catch his attention, but when his gaze drifts upward enough, he looks positively ready to have a heart attack. “$n ? What the hell are you doing wearing something like all this?” Devastatingly, not only is it a man who can see, but it’s a man you know, a man who’s been to your house, and a man you couldn’t easily dispose of without his family asking questions. “Fmmmmm, hm!”” It was Frankie. Frankie was $k ‘s 5th cousin once removed, or something like that. You certainly don’t see him enough to remember his formal title. Throughout the entirety of your marriage, you’ve only encountered him 5 times. 7 instances in total, including times prior to your marriage. Primarily at barbecues, family birthdays and anniversary parties. It wasn’t necessarily that you disliked the guy, though his tendency to rant about cars, horsepower, v11 engines and spoilers, whilst you just nod your head, doesn’t make him too endearing. Rather, it was your lack of similar interests, relatable jobs, or agreeable personalities that made the exchanges awkward. One of those people you’d never interact with were it not for your shared family. Come to think of it, eloping with $k would have solved a great many issues. It was only on your second to last meeting that you learned he lived only a 5 minute walk away. “$k making you do this for forgetting to take the trash out or something?” You muster an expression of guilt, hoping he reads it as a confirmation. “Well here, let me help you with that gag.” He spins you around, and he immediately discovers how fruitless of an attempt it was. He yanks on the lock slightly, which is painful enough for you to let out a couple grunts. “At least $k ‘s creative.” You shrug your shoulders and turn back around. “What’s that in your panties?” He nods to the awkward protrusion at the front of your panties: the chastity cage. Before you can react, he takes action, peeking inside. “What in tarnation is that?” “Im’m m cmmmmmmm cmmm.” “Wait, I think I’ve seen that kind of thing before. This fella at work was telling me his missus looked him in one after her cheated on her with the lass at the Benny’s down the road. Poor Craig. You been in yours long?” “Nmm rmmmmm.” “That long? Geez, I’m sorry. Guess there won’t be any little $n ‘s at the family barbecues any time soon, will there?” You give up trying to correct him, and simply shrug your shoulders. “Say, that actually reminds me of something $k ‘s father in law said to me once…what was it now?” “Hmm?” “Oh yes, that was it. He said that he thought you were a hopeless, sexless monk when he first met you. Then when you married $k , he thought you were still a hopeless sexless monk, but now with a beautiful wife.” //Frankie’s not wrong. He’s said that to me before, too.// “You should get back home, mate. You’ll catch a cold if you’re out much longer in $k ‘s panties.” He locks his car, then heads inside the house. It seems the best you could get from him is obvious advice, not a coat. More importantly than that, however, is the newfound knowledge that you have no choice but to murder Frankie before he’ll next see $k ‘s dad. There’s no way he’d ever let you forget it, and with his money, he could easily open a lingerie store and call it “$n ‘s lace and frills”, just to mock you further. It’ll be sad to see Frankie go, but he simply knows too much. Well, maybe he could be bribed instead. A tree-shaped air freshener might go a long way with a diesel brain like him. <<if visited("Store 1") or visited("Store Punish 1")>>[[Store Punish 2<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[Store Punish 1<-Continue]]<</if>>

[img[Images/Street.jpg]] <<if $EPlug is 1>>The plug in your rear, which you're now regretting giving $k the remote to, buzzes to life, ensuring this trip is a little more interesting. <</if>>\ Tylon Street would be the pragmatic choice for getting to the convenience store. That is, it’s the quickest route. But like most pragmatic decisions, it removes the human aspect. Is it really worth cutting out 2 minutes of walking if you run into half a dozen people on the way there? Right now, as there’s a human figure walking towards you, your answer is absolutely not, and you’re wishing death upon Charles Peirce and the like. The sporadic streetlights illuminate their presence briefly, until they’re out of the circle, and then into the next one. Doubtlessly, they’re experiencing the same thing with you. … //They’re definitely walking towards me.// //What is that?// … //They’re a woman, I think. I hope my hair looks good.// //Why is she in her underwear?// … //She doesn’t look that old. Maybe a little younger than me.// //That’s not a “she”.// … There’s only one streetlight between you now, and you cross it simultaneously. The whole time, you feel her eyes cautiously on you, and the gag, specifically. Then, she suddenly pauses. “Oh…you’re one of them sissies, aren’t you? That’d explain the bump in your undies.” “Smmmm?” “If you ever get tired of pulling up your stockings, consider getting a garter belt.” After her teasing comments, she strides back on her way. //I go my whole adult life without hearing the word “sissy”, then suddenly, BAM! Two people in one day.// Sadly, your next human interaction does not involve such friendly advice from strangers. The first sign you hear of something alarming is a gaggle of voices. Firstly, from your right, from a lateral street, and then converging behind you, perhaps 30 steps behind, though they keep even with that distance even as you continue walking. The voices, which you figure to be 3 men, perhaps in their early twenties, are boisterous. They might be tipsy, or perhaps their aggressive giddiness is usual of all souls that young. You pick up on partial sentences, though it’s easy to fill in the blanks. “Hey guys, check it out.” “Is that…?” “I don’t think that’s a chick.” “No way, it’s a guy?” “Has to be.” “No fucking way.” As their whispers cease, so too does the subtlety. They dash up to roughly 5 steps behind you, though you fear to look back in order to confirm the distance. Their voices are much louder now, and hearing their words takes no effort, and is likely understood by the residents nearby also. “Witt-woo!” “How small of a penis do you need to have for them to fit into panties?” “Tiny.” “No bigger than 2 inches.” "But those tits - mind if I give them a honk-honk?" “What a loser.” “Hey man, you forget your dress at home or something?” “Buddy, he asked you a question.” Head down, you increase your pace, but they match it. Their voices are silent for a minute, but that’s only because they’ve moved up to physically tormenting you. One hand grabs your panties, stretching them backwards, and preventing you from moving forward. The other two men rush beside you, one of them putting an arm around you, like you were friends. “Wait a minute, what’s with the gag?” “Im’m m lmmm smmmm.” “What’s that? Your husband was tired of getting blowjobs all the time?” <<if $MakeupA gt 0>>“His lips were made for sucking, just look at them, all painted and everything.”\ <<else>>“His lips were made for sucking, just look at them.”<</if>> “Jared, do you still got that marker?” “Here!” One of the other men proudly yells. “Great, grab him!” The trio pile on you, forcing your body to the ground. The one one who takes the pen mounts your chest, whilst the others each hold on to a respective arm. Though they’re not being particularly rough with their restraint, each of your struggles are successfully subdued, and so you give up trying. And with the gag in your mouth, you couldn’t get a clear cry for help out to any of the residents nearby. Frankly, given your attire, it’s a question in itself if it’d be worth the extra attention. “I know just the thing…” The central thug leans over your face with the felt tip pen, and goes to town on your face. It’s impossible to distinguish any of the symbols he’s drawing, but it’s doubtlessly not the Mona Lisa, nor a recipe for a quiche Lorraine. <<if $MakeupA gt 0>>Quite sadly, it's certain to mess with the makeup you've got thanks to the pretty lady in the mall.<</if>> The human canvas sketching lasts all of a minute, though you’d swear it were longer. When he’s done, he hands the pen pack to the same goon he took it from. “Nice. Hold on, I gotta get a picture of this.” Though just one of the men says it, they all do it, snapping away pics that are certainly going to be chuckled at for the rest of their life. They ensure to get shots that feature the drawing and your lingerie, not just your face, too. As belittling as it is, you remain petrified on the ground. It’s only once they meander away that you decide to get up, dusting gravel off yourself as you do. Lacking a phone, mirror, or some other means of reflection, you’re still clueless as to what exactly they scribbled, but maybe you’ll get a chance to see that soon. <<if visited("Store 1") or visited("Store Punish 1")>>[[Store Punish 2<-Continue][$DrawingA to 1]]\ <<else>>[[Store Punish 1<-Continue][$DrawingA to 1]]<</if>>

[img[Images/Street.jpg]] <<if $MPP is 1>>“Hm Mm Fmmmmm.” You struggle out between the rubber. “Huh? What’s that?” “Im’m mm.” “Is that you scoundrels at number 34 again? I told you before, and I’ll say it again: I’ve got a shotgun in my house, and if you keep harassing me, I’ll be pulling it out.” “Mmmm?!” “That’s not you, is it?” The two of you, though he doesn’t recognize it, are trapped like the two victims in Saw 4. Or, for a less gory, more sophisticated reference, the 1989 comedy/thriller See No Evil, Hear No Evil, starring Gene Wilder and Richard Pryor. “Are you wearing a gag?” “Ymm!” You scream, elated. Miraculously, Mr Foster understood the situation on his second guess. “Laura! Laura! Call the police, there’s a woman who just got away from a serial killer!” He rushes inside his house, beckoning the damsel (you) to follow. For obvious reasons, that’s not an appealing situation. Instead, you dash along the path, eager to get away from the area with the screaming man. //I didn’t know Mr Foster had a gun.//\ <<elseif $MPP is 2>>Doing your best impression of a statue, you stay entirely still. It’s a difficult task purely in terms of not wanting to lose track of your surroundings. The longer you stay in a static position, the more likely an oncomer is going to appear. And whilst that would help in explaining the situation to Mr Foster, it also means someone else seeing you in lingerie and a gag. So, you wait for your neighbor to be satisfied with not being able to hear anything. It takes perhaps half a minute, but eventually he shrugs it off, and continues checking the mail. “Harold! What’s taking you so long?” His wife shouts from inside the house, almost startling you over. “Nothing, honey.” He yells back. “Annoying bitch. I know I can’t see, but she’s really let herself go.” He laments to himself, and unwittingly, you. “I wonder if I divorced her now I could stand a chance with any of the broads around here. $n ‘s really skittish. Maybe $k would like being with a slightly older man…” He lets out a small cackle at the idea, then heads back inside, newspaper in hand. //If only he knew how much Mrs Foster was hitting on me when he’s not around. It’s zero, but still, it’s nice to feel wanted.//<</if>> <<if visited("Store 1") or visited("Store Punish 1")>>[[Store Punish 2<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[Store Punish 1<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $TalkMilk to 1>>\ <<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> <<if $Lingerie2 is 1 and $Lingerie3 is 1>>I'd say you've unlocked new items at the lingerie store, buy you've already bought them. Perhaps your wife was right: maybe you are a sissy.\ <<elseif $BuyLingerie is 0>><<set $BuyLingerie to 1>>You've unlocked new items at the lingerie shop!\ <<else>>You've unlocked new items at the lingerie shop! //Gee, just what I needed. More lingerie.//<</if>> //Mr Oldenstein might have something to say about this...// Stepping into the store brings simultaneous relief and terror. Firstly, relief to be out of the bitter cold, and also the welcome realization that your humiliating task is halfway suffered through. But that optimism is ruined by the recollection that stores //typically// have lights. Bright ones, in fact, that illuminate both labels and lingerie quite clearly. On top of that, the shop isnot as barren as you would have hoped. From a brief glance around, there are a couple staff restocking shelves, and a lone clerk out a checkout. They’re visibly in the “shutting down” phase of the day, which isnot to be confused with the “why am I here?” stage, which is prevalent for several hours before this one. There are also a couple of customers, though they’re comparably disinterested in the task they’re performing. Namely, finding items and then heading to the counter. For how late it is, you’d be fair to curse how many people are actually here. Then again, you should also be grateful that $k didn’t return at noon, otherwise you’d be saying “excuse me” to several shoppers in order to get the requested milk. On your way to the refrigerated section, you pass by a hanging camera/mirror, the circular sort that allows you to clearly see your reflection. What you see is as embarrassing as you thought you’d look, maybe even more. Of course, you also now note that there are cameras in here, meaning the owner of “Quick n’ Easy” is going to have a life long record of your forcibly depraved act. In a similar vein, you’re now praying that nobody decides to rob the convenience store, lest you be held up with questions by the police, or have to appear on the news. These thoughts plague you as you grab a 2 pint bottle of milk. $k never specified the size, though the limited number of coins she gave you would certainly indicate such a sized bottle. It’s as you lean over to pick out the carton that you just //know// (maybe telepathically), that someone is checking your ass out. Your derriere isnothing special, but you understand their intrigue. It’s not everyday you see a man wearing lingerie. And when you do, you likely don’t expect to see it at a convenience store. There are a couple of whispers which you also know are directed at you, but you do your best to ignore them, and unblush your cheeks. Then, you head to the counter. Sadly, there’s no self checkout. You place the carton on the surface whilst debating if you should look the clerk in the eyes or not. Eventually, you decide to. It’s a man in his late 20s, whose name tag identifies him as “Gabriel”. With an impressively plain face, he scans the item, and takes your cash. Either he’s got a great poker face, or he’s as neurotic as you, and has convinced himself that you’re simply a delusion. “And here’s your change.” The facade doesn’t slip as you collect the few pennies you receive back. It adds up to less than 15 cents. Thankfully, inflation hasn’t hit hard enough yet to make you wonder back to $k to ask for more money, or some sort of voucher. Change in one hand and milk in the other, you return home - a journey that goes much smoother this time around. [[Milk Home<-Continue]]

<<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> <<if $Lingerie2 is 1 and $Lingerie3 is 1>>I'd say you've unlocked new items at the lingerie store, buy you've already bought them. Perhaps your wife was right: maybe you are a sissy.\ <<elseif $BuyLingerie is 0>><<set $BuyLingerie to 1>>You've unlocked new items at the lingerie shop!\ <<else>>You've unlocked new items at the lingerie shop! //Gee, just what I needed. More lingerie.//<</if>> Entering the store isn’t nearly as terrifying as it was last time. More importantly, you’re just happy to be out of the cold. Rather than waste time noting your surroundings, you head to the refrigerated section straight away. If you’re going to be on camera, then there’s no need to give the owner a more interesting show than necessary. You won’t be going slower than a brisk walk, nor will you be looking straight into the security cameras, as if doing so might scare any watchers into cutting the feed. You swiftly grab a 2 pint bottle of milk, again noting that your ass being checked out, and then head to the checkout. Gabriel is just as unresponsive as he was last time. As much as he might pretend that he’s looking at an average customer, you know he won’t forget you for the rest of his life. Perhaps he’ll mention it to two of his friends, and they’ll mention it to two, and so on. Or maybe you’ll be a cautionary tale to his grandchildren. “Remember, kids. Stay on top of your laundry, otherwise you’ll end up like $n the panty wearer.” After taking the change and the milk, you step outside again to journey home. [[Milk Home<-Continue]]

<<set $TalkMilk to 1>>\ <<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> <<if $Lingerie2 is 1 and $Lingerie3 is 1>>I'd say you've unlocked new items at the lingerie store, buy you've already bought them. Perhaps your wife was right: maybe you are a sissy.\ <<elseif $BuyLingerie is 0>><<set $BuyLingerie to 1>>You've unlocked new items at the lingerie shop!\ <<else>>You've unlocked new items at the lingerie shop! //Gee, just what I needed. More lingerie.//<</if>> //Mr Oldenstein might have something to say about this...// Stepping into the store brings simultaneous relief and terror. Firstly, relief to be out of the bitter cold, and also the welcome realization that your humiliating task is halfway suffered through. But that optimism is ruined by the recollection that stores //typically// have lights. Bright ones, in fact, that illuminate labels, lingerie and gags quite clearly. On top of that, the shop isnot as barren as you would have hoped. From a brief glance around, there are a couple staff restocking shelves, and a lone clerk out a checkout. They’re visibly in the “shutting down” phase of the day, which isnot to be confused with the “why am I here?” stage, which is prevalent for several hours before this one. There are also a couple of customers, though they’re comparably disinterested in the task they’re performing. Namely, finding items and then heading to the counter. For how late it is, you’d be fair to curse how many people are actually here. Then again, you should also be grateful that $k didn’t return at noon, otherwise you’d be mumbling something that sounds vaguely like “excuse me” to several shoppers in order to get the requested milk. On your way to the refrigerated section, you pass by a hanging camera/mirror, the circular sort that allows you to clearly see your reflection. What you see is as embarrassing as your worst nightmares. Not that the lingerie doesn’t catch attention, but the gag is even more noticeable. Were someone to just look at your face, they’ll have a vivid idea of what you get up to in your home life. The rest of the outfit would likely support their conclusions. Of course, you also now note that there are cameras in here, meaning the owner of “Quick n’ Easy” is going to have a life long record of your forcibly depraved act. In a similar vein, you’re now praying that nobody decides to rob the convenience store. Being interviewed by the police, or worse, media, would prove both humiliating and impossible, unless they were wanting to play charades. Such thoughts plague you as you grab a 2 pint bottle of milk. $k never specified the size, though the limited number of coins she gave you would certainly indicate such a sized bottle. It’s as you lean over to pick out the carton that you just //know// (maybe telepathically), that someone is checking your ass out. Your derriere isnothing special, but you understand their intrigue. It’s not everyday you see a man wearing lingerie. And when you do, you likely don’t expect to see it at a convenience store. There are a couple of whispers which you also know are directed at you, but you do your best to ignore them, and unblush your cheeks. Then, you head to the counter. Sadly, there’s no self checkout. You place the carton on the surface whilst debating if you should look the clerk in the eyes or not. Eventually, you decide to. It’s a man in his late 20s, whose name tag identifies him as “Gabriel”. The gag seems to break him, and he lets out a chuckle, though he tries to muffle it into his elbow. “Would you like a receipt?” He inquiries in a high pitch voice, indicative of a poor attempt to keep things together. “Nm tmmmmm.” “Here’s your change.” His smirk grows as you collect the cash, eager to escape this manifested version of hell, before speed walking out the automatic door. Change in one hand and milk in the other, you return home - a journey that goes much smoother this time around. [[Milk Home<-Continue]]

<<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> <<if $Lingerie2 is 1 and $Lingerie3 is 1>>I'd say you've unlocked new items at the lingerie store, buy you've already bought them. Perhaps your wife was right: maybe you are a sissy.\ <<elseif $BuyLingerie is 0>><<set $BuyLingerie to 1>>You've unlocked new items at the lingerie shop!\ <<else>>You've unlocked new items at the lingerie shop! //Gee, just what I needed. More lingerie.//<</if>> Entering the store isn’t nearly as terrifying as it was last time. More importantly, you’re just happy to be out of the cold. Rather than waste time noting your surroundings, you head to the refrigerated section straight away. If you’re going to be on camera, then there’s no need to give the owner a more interesting show than necessary. You won’t be going slower than a brisk walk, nor will you be looking straight into the security cameras, as if doing so might scare any watchers into cutting the feed. After grimacing at your reflection in the refrigerator glass door, you swiftly grab a 2 pint bottle of milk, again noting that your ass being checked out, and then head to the checkout. Gabriel bursts out just as did before, catching the chuckle into his elbow. Sadly, even though you know what’s coming, you can’t do much to lessen the pain of his joke. “Would you like a receipt?” “Nm tmmmmm.” He hands you the change, and you take the bottle off the counter with your other hand. His giggles grow more overt as you walk away. Thankfully, the journey home proves much less problematic. [[Milk Home<-Continue]]

This time, you pay much closer attention to the various viagra products on offer. There are a predictably impressive range of erection-provoking pills. Some even work in the form of a patch on the arm, or a sprayable scent. Science truly is terrifying. Equally, the names some of the brands sell their products under are a cause of some amount of fear, confusion, or a desires to check if you’re asleep. In no particular order, you see the brands “Dick 2.0”, “Soft Until Proven Hard”, “Genital Uppers”, “Shoot For The Stars”, “Boin!”, “R.I.G.I.D”, “Firestarter”, “Harder Than Granny’s Meatloaf”, “Bone Rage”, “Vlad The Impaler”, “A Helping Hand”, “The Steakening”, “Up And At ‘Em”, and “Marathon”. You find particular joy in masculine graphics displayed on the rear of the boxes, like dumbbells, cars, and scantily-dressed women. Curiously, there’s not a single graphic of a flaccid penis in sight. Your marvelling stops at finding a product that offers to make you erect in exactly 3 hours, “or your money back”. That should be just long enough to go to a restaurant with $k , and then be stiff as a rock when she tries to be the cage on you. <<if $CCA is 1>> //I’ll just need to take of this cage first.//<</if>> Whilst you’re fascinated by the products, you make a mental note of some of the even more bizarre products. Apparently, some physiologists actually engineered a product that promises to make you erect with an exactly 50/50 chance. Should you not become erect, then the box claims you’ll instead have an intense sneezing fit, with the potential loss over the control of your bowels. Another viagra product claims to make you unfathomably hard on your wedding anniversary, regardless of when you take it. They say it’s to both last all night, and to also make sure you remember what day it is. The product, however, does offset that promise with the caveat that it will still work even if you and your wife are separated. Additionally, the box doesn’t specify what will happen if you take while you’re not married, nor does it elaborate on what effect it will have on a Mormon. You place the item on the checkout counter, served by the same clerk you were before. “I swear, I don’t have whatever problem you think I do.” The woman looks at you, clearly confused. “I’m sorry, sir?” “I was here earlier, buying viagra.” There’s an uncomfortable pause in the exchange, a pause which allows you to remember that your time-bending powers are unique. “Right, you never experienced that, did you?” Shrugging your shoulders, you consider best way to unbind yourself. //I swear you were here earlier. I could never forget a face as pretty as yours.// She lets out a small chuckle. //That’s so nice of you to say, but I only clocked in a couple of hours ago.// //And do you get off soon?// //In another couple of hours.// //I’ll pick you up once your shift finishes, then I’ll take you to a lovely resteraunt. Have you ever been to Giorno’s Exquisitar?// //That really expensive place up the road? I’ve always wanted to, but I could never afford a place like that.// //It’s a good job I’m paying.// You envisage her cheeks blushing profusely, and she has to lower her face in embarrassment. //What am I imagining all this for; I’m married! Still, I suppose there’s no harm in a little flirting.// “I swear you were here earlier. I could never forget a face as pretty as yours.” She says nothing, only scans the viagra then presses a few buttons. “That’ll be 11.65.” You pay without another word. //She was DEFINITELY hitting on me.// [[Chemist S<-Return]]

You briefly struggle with the cardboard armor the viagra is encased in, before using your fingernail to impale the wrapper inside, giving you access to the holy grail of erectile dysfunction. For a tiny blue pill, it strikes you as incredibly innocuous. It’d be quite easy to crush it up and put it in someone’s food, were you cruel, or looking for revenge. Back in college, you would have killed to do such a vicious prank. It certainly would have helped to even you up with your bullies. A trick like that would take it to about…78:1. The tablet slides down your throat easily, and you remain blissfully certain that it’ll take action right when you need it to. [[Toilets<-Return]]

<<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> [img[Images/Restaurant.jpg]] The car drive to Giorno’s is much calmer without panic over time dilation. Though maybe you should still have fears over whether it will return, or if your powers happen to disappear, or if this is all some schizophrenic delusion. If anything, though, you’re getting bored of passing the same trees, and circling the same roundabouts. “This place is so fancy.” “Yes. Yes it is.” Once you’re settled in your seat, something alarming steals your attention away from your wife, and it’s not the fabric of time tearing again. It’s not even a sight, but a feeling. A distinct sensation, reminiscent of puberty, when your hormones were out of control, and you were helpless to stop them. Only this time, there’s a steel cage determined to not let you have a single erection. $k is looking at you expectantly. “Well?” “Huh?” She rolls her eyes. “When we were here before, with Louise. Do you remember?” “Sorry honey, I just can’t think right now.” The pain is intense. The unstoppable force of your growing penis is intent on breaking out of the immovable object, your chastity cage. With each burst of effort to escape confinement, your dick betrays you, making you moan in agony. “Babe?” In the face of such pain, you can’t help but not respond. $k evidently understands enough to take action. “Come with me.” She takes you by the hand and leaves the restaurant, much to the befuddlement of the staff, especially those who can see the concerted effort your dick is giving to grow. [[Restaurant Viagra Cage 2<-Continue]]

<<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> [img[Images/Restaurant.jpg]] The car drive to Giorno’s is much calmer without panic over time dilation. Though maybe you should still have fears over whether it will return, or if your powers happen to disappear, or if this is all some schizophrenic delusion. If anything, though, you’re getting bored of passing the same trees, and circling the same roundabouts. “This place is so fancy.” “Yes. Yes it is.” Once you’re settled in your seat, something alarming steals your attention away from your wife, and it’s not the fabric of time tearing again. It’s not even a sight, but a feeling. A distinct sensation, reminiscent of puberty, when your hormones were out of control, and you were helpless to stop them. Just as you had to ignore your raging your erection if you wanted to avoid drawing attention to it when you were in your teens, that’s what you’ll have to do now to avoid the fact that the viagra has decided to work now. $k is looking at you expectantly. “Well?” “Huh?” She rolls her eyes. “When we were here before, with Louise. Do you remember?” “Yeah, with her fellow at the time.” “What was his name again?” “I think it was James, or something equally unoriginal.” You snap, wrestling your boner down, though it’s pitching a tent and a half in your pants; it might as well be a campsite. “I think you’re right.” Your eyes, as much as you try to help it, are fixed downwards, almost in awe of how insistent your penis is on being hard. “Honey? You seem distracted - I thought you were happy for me to be back.” “Sorry.” You return your attention to her, though that hardly helps the situation. $k ‘s beauty is model-like, and her face is a form of viagra for you anyway. Combined with the actual pill you took, the crotch of your pants threaten to rip at the crotch. If you don’t do something about it, this meal is going to be quite awkward, and quite painful, too. [[Restaurant Viagra Uncaged Bathroom<-Go to the bathroom]] [[Restaurant Viagra Uncaged Stay<-Stay here]]

<<set $ViagraA to 0>>\ “I just need to go to the bathroom.” You murmur, running off in the direction of the sign featuring a man with his legs spread peculiarly widely, and a woman who consumed a large triangle. [img[Images/Toilets 2.png]] “Good evening, sir.” A man in uniform matching the waiters suggests as you enter the lavatory, scaring you nearly off your feet. <<if $MakeupA gt 0>>His expression winces slightly at actually noticing your appearance. Assumedly, he's now questioning his choice of honorific.<</if>> “Yeah, it’s alright.” His eyes flicker to your crotch, certainly noticing the strain in your pants. In the dark of the restaurant, it’s hard to believe anyone noticed, but this assistant in the pisser has a great view thanks to the fluorescent lighting that might be too bright even for a moth. Despite his obvious face of concern, you zoom past him and into a stall, immediately dropping your pants and underwear, just to stare face to face with the demon you call a penis. Compared to its normal, genial, manner, it looks borderline possessed. Waiting it out isn’t an option. That could take hours. Not only is your wife sat baffled in the restaurant, but you also know the toilet waiter would insist on bothering you if you were here for more than 10 minutes.<<if $CC1 is 1>> Whilst your chastity cage might be valuable at preventing something like this, it’s far too late for that.<</if>> Sadly, you also don’t have any anti-viagra medication, if such a thing even existed. It seems there’s only one thing you can think of to resolve this. You pull your pants and underwear down, instantly going to town on your meat with a fury that hasn’t been seen since your teenage years. You don’t even waste the time to pull up something on your phone, video or picture. From first contact to orgasm, there’s barely 2 minutes Semen shoots straight into the toilet, painting the porcelain a slightly more interesting shade of white. It’s degrading, but you couldn’t pretend to care. It’s far from you’re first time shooting loads in toilets. In fact, you had a similar ritual for your first few dates with $k , though you had to stop when she asked if you had a bladder problem. Not forgetting to flush, you wash your hands, then make use of the toilet custodian’s towel. As confident as he was of your erection, he must be certain of why you’re no longer sporting that hard-on. <<if $MakeupA gt 0>>That might help explain his current silence, though the makeup certainly adds to it.\ <<else>>That would explain his current silence.<</if>> [[Restaurant Viagra Uncaged Bathroom 2<-Continue]]

<<set $ViagraA to 0>>\ [img[Images/Restaurant.jpg]] “I guess I just can’t believe you’re back still. It’s taking me a while to remember how to talk to such beautiful women.” “You haven’t been practicing with the cut out models like you used to?” “Of course not. Those days are behind me.” These days, you just practice with the pornstars currently in the video you’re watching. “I’m sure you were struggling without me.” $k laughs. “How did you survive?” “It was very //hard//. I don’t know how I managed to //contain// myself either. I just kept reminding myself that you’ll be back soon, and you can stop me from //bursting//.” $k almost looks impressed at your charm. Maybe she doesn’t quite believe it. “Right. And I’m sure you didn’t leave the TV on, tuned to Babe News.” “You think so little of me.” //Shit, did I? All those hot babes, oiled up on their news desk…// Such thoughts embolden your penis, who’s practically taken on a life of its own. Like a plant, its eager to be seen, and taller than everything around it. “Are you //sure// you’re alright?” “Tremendous.” Both hands are on your crotch, suppressing the beast as best you can, and your wife finally catches on. She peeks under the skirt of the table, and sees your feet jiggling in an attempt to calm yourself. “I guess you really have missed me. Didn’t you have time to finish yourself off this morning?” You shake your head. “Well, we can’t have you struggling like this at the table, can we? An erection is going to make it really hard to do things.” She teases, glancing towards her handbag. <<if $FFeet is 1>>“Let me give you a hand…or maybe even something better. Undo your flyer.” She orders, her face taking a stern turn. You oblige, and she fiddles with something beneath the table. There’s one drop, and then another. Right after, her nearly naked feet are on your groin, massaging your barely covered cock. “Oh, he IS hungry today.” Her face doesn’t hide any surprise at how powerful your member is. “And this is for me? That’s nicer than anything you’ve said tonight.” Her feet gently, yet satisfyingly, rub your cock to the edge, which frankly doesn’t take long. Her toes, perfectly painted, curl up to almost be able to jerk you off. Not that you have the peripheral awareness to think about such things right now, but the cloth on the table masks most of what you’re doing.\ <<else>>“Let me give you a hand.” She shuffles her chair around the table so that you’re next to each other, instead of opposite. Then, she whispers to shuffle your chair in closer, so that your lap is entirely covered by the cloth on the table. Without another word, her hand serpentines up your legs, arriving at your crotch. At seeing the raw face of surprise and amazement on her face at how hard you are, you’re proud, though it is a drug-enhanced performance. The distinct sound of a flyer sliding down prophetizes the handjob that’s about to come, and you know you’re powerless to last long. The first stroke is the best of your life, and the second one is just as good. You quickly lose track of the count, though, in the face of how heavenly it feels.<</if>> <<if $LingerieA is -1>>[[Restaurant Viagra Uncaged Stay Boxers<-...]]\ <<else>>[[Restaurant Viagra Uncaged Stay Lingerie<-...]]<</if>>

[img[Images/Restaurant.jpg]] The waiter comes by, catching you off guard, though $k takes it in stride. “Good evening. Tonight’s special is a pappardelle al cinghiale complimented with a tomato ragu, and a bottle of imported tempranillo wine.” “That sounds fantastic. Two of that, please.” He quickly wanders away, oblivious to what exactly he interrupted. “We’ve not done anything that naughty in a long time.” $k remarks, carrying on with the third base action without a second of a break. <<if $FFeet is 1>>There are no more words exchanged after that until you’ve orgasmed. An impressively explosive load of jizz shoots primarily on the bottom of $k ‘s feet, but also on your pants and underwear, the floor surrounding your chair, and also a fair amount on the tablecloth. Hopefully, “pappardelle al cinghiale” is of a similar shade, whatever it is.\ <<else>>There are no more words exchanged after that until you’ve orgasmed. An impressively explosive load of jizz shoots primarily into $k ‘s cupped hand, but several drops also escape, staining your pants and underwear.<</if>> For several minutes after the orgasm, there’s also a blissful silence. Undoubtedly, it was one the best orgasms of your life, though you’d have to consult the charts at home to place it properly. “Now, I hope there’ll be no more problems like that tonight. It’s so much easier to do things when you’re flaccid.” She smirks. [[Ride Home 2a<-Continue]]

<<set $ESeenLingerie to 1>>\ [img[Images/Restaurant.jpg]] The waiter comes by, catching you off guard, though $k takes it in stride. “Good evening. Tonight’s special is a pappardelle al cinghiale complimented with a tomato ragu, and a bottle of imported tempranillo wine.” “That sounds fantastic. Two of that, please.” He quickly wanders away, oblivious to what exactly he interrupted. “We’ve not done anything that naughty in a long time.” $k remarks, carrying on with the third base action without a second of a break. <<if $FFeet is 1>>“Hold on, why do your boxers feel so soft?” Her feet suddenly stop and withdraw, and $k sinks out of sight, but she quickly reappears directly at your crotch. “Huh.” Just like that, she crawl back to her chair.\ <<else>>“Hold on, why do your boxers feel so soft?” Her hand suddenly stops jerking, and her eager eyes peak over the edge of the table to get a better look at your genital situation. They’re quickly illuminated by the sight of the panties hosting your penis.<</if>> “Care to enlighten me as to why you’re wearing panties?” She asks, too loudly for comfort. <<if $LingerieA is 2>>“Black ones, no less. As if you were trying to disguise how feminine they are.” She giggles.<<elseif $LingerieA is 3>>“Pink ones, no less. They could only look less girly if there was a giant bow on the gusset.”<</if>> “Well? After all these years, are you finally coming out as a sissy? Or was this an experiment whilst I was away. Wait…is this why you were so hard? Because of the satin covering your clitty?” “...sure. But I was also happy to see you!” “Hmm, this certainly changes things.” “Changes what?” “Our plans for tonight.” <<if $FFeet is 1>>“Right, sure…so about my footjob?” You ask, also too loud for comfort, but too horny to care. She thinks it over for a moment. “I suppose I’ll have no luck getting you flaccid like this.” Her divine feet reconnect with your penis. Your wife’s ability to be just aggressive enough, without making it painful, is impressive, and something you’ll be certain to bring up at Thanksgiving. Naturally, holding out for long like this is an impossible task. Within less than a minute, spurts erupt from your reckless cock, shooting strands of semen everywhere it can. White-ish strands of the creamy stuff cover the bottom of $k ‘s feet, your penis, your pants and underwear, and even parts of the tablecloth. Hopefully, “pappardelle al cinghiale” is of a similar shade, whatever it is.\ <<else>>“Right, sure…so about my handjob?” You ask, also too loud for comfort, but too horny to care. She thinks it over for a moment. “I suppose I’ll have no luck getting you flaccid like this.” Her masterfully soft hands work their magic once more, now with the intention of finishing you off. Unsurprisingly, that doesn’t take long. Less than 30 seconds after her hand restarted its task, it’s accomplished. Ropey strands of semen threaten to shoot everywhere, and they would, were it not for $k catching it all in her hand, save for a couple drops that run down your penis, dripping on the surrounding pants and underwear. Pleased with her skill, $k uses a napkin to wipe off the cum from her hand, which she crumples up into a ball.<</if>> “There, feeling better?” “Much.” [[Ride Home 2a<-Continue]]

Exiting the bathroom, you can already see $k ‘s eyes are on you, still perplexed at how you’re acting. You’ll just have to say something to calm her nerves. “Nice weather we’re having.” “$n , you’ve not been taking any pills have you?” “Pills?” You repeat, hoping your face isn’t giving the truth away. “Yeah, pills. Hope’s told me all about the stuff that the teenagers she councils are up to. You’ve not taken anything from a stranger, have you?” “No, I’ve not taken any pills from a stranger.” “Or from friends or colleagues?” “No, I’ve not taken any pills from friends or colleagues.” “Or that you found on the street and were curious about?” “$k , this is me you’re talking to. I don’t want to eat food if it’s ever been on the floor, not just up to a few seconds.” “Unless you wash them with soap first.” “We’re talking about pills, not what I do with potatoes.” [[Restaurant 6 v2<-Continue]]

<<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> <<if $ViagraA is 1>>The meal progresses without further incident. Though, you do have a brief scare when you see the waitresses’ uniform here. Now you’re beginning to understand why this place might be so popular.\ <<else>>The meal progresses without incident. In fact, the more you eat whatever food it was you were given, the more you realize it might be an acquired taste. Also on your mind is the fear that with all this fancy food you’re eating, you might have to reverse time to go to the gym. //Maybe these powers aren’t so great after all.//<</if>> “Shall we dash? I’m itching to get back home, and back in the bedroom.” “If you insist.” The waiter reappears with a snap of $k ‘s fingers, and she takes cares of the cheque, in addition to an overly generous tip, as is her custom. <<if visited("Ride Home 1b") is 0>>[[Ride Home 1b<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $CCA is 2>>[[Riding Home Caged<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[Riding Home 2b<-Continue]]<</if>> <<if visited("Escape Chastity Pepper Glasses") and $CCA is 1>>[[Riding Home Caged<-Hide her pepper spray, then continue][$EHidePepper to 1]]\ <<elseif visited("Escape Chastity Pepper Glasses") and $CCA is 0>>[[Riding Home 2b<-Hide her pepper spray, then continue][$EHidePepper to 1]]<</if>>

<<set $DressA to 0>>\ <<if $HeelsA is -1>><<set $HeelsA to 0>><</if>>\ Once the car is parked, you and $k haul her luggage from the trunk inside. “That’s all of i…” Her lips cut off your words in the passionate of ways. “I just knew it. You ARE a sissy!” “Wha…since when?” “The panties gave me the suspicion, but then, as you were reaching into the trunk, I could see the nylon at your ankle as your pants rode up. And honey, the straps poking through your shirt from that bra are pretty noticeable in this light.” You sigh, disheartened with retroactive fright. How many of the people in the mall had the same realization earlier? “And I could not be more in love with you.” “You really don’t mind?” //Of course she doesn’t. She made me wear them last time.// ““Mind?” This is the most turned on I’ve been since I bought you that cunnilingus training book.” “Oh yeah, Her First Orgasm.” “Nevermind that. I want to see your lingerie - right now.” $k doesn’t wait for you to begin. Instead, she tugs your shirt over your head, revealing the bra underneath. “They match too? I’m so proud of you!” With the eagerness of a whore with a meat addiction, she undoes your flyer and pulls your jeans down, exposing your nylon stockings. “Sheer matching hosiery. You…look…so…damn…cute.” She punctuates each word with a lengthy, sloppy kiss. <<if $MakeupA gt 0>>[[Apply Makeup 3<-Continue]]\ <<elseif visited("Apply Makeup 1") is 0>>[[Apply Makeup 1<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[Apply Makeup v2<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $ViagraA to 0>>\ $k unlocks the car, and ushers you inside. She sits in the driver’s position, you as passenger. “So what exactly is going on? It’s clearly something to do with your dick.” She asks, matter-of-factly. Either she’s telepathic, or she’s noticing that your hands haven’t left your crotch since you fled the restaurant. “Fine, let me have a look.” $k unzips your flyer, pulling down your pants. <<if $LingerieA is -1>>Your boxers follow, revealing the problem.<<else>> “What the…why are you wearing panties?” She instantly move past that point of concern, and pulls the lingerie down as well, revealing your chastised dick.<</if>> “Huh.” “It really hurts.” “I’m not surprised. What do you expect putting on a chastity cage without me? It’s a delicate procedure.” She shakes her head. “Where’s the key?” You give a vague gesture to your pants pocket, and $k infers what you mean. The small piece of metal she takes out as the best thing you have to a solution right now. Your wife, thankfully, wastes no time in fiddling the key into the lock, twisting it, then yanking off the body of the cursed thing. Your dick is finally allowed to stretch. “What sort of aphrodisiacs have you been taking?” “Why would I do that?” “I don’t know. Why would you?” She points the question right back in your face. “Well?” “The only aphrodisiac I need is you.” “That’s…almost sweet.” She sighs. “If you wanted to explore an interest in chastity, though, we could have done that together.” <<if $LingerieA is 2>>“And what about your panties, hmm?” She plays with the luxuriously soft material. “They’re so sexy.” “Clearly we have things to discuss.”\ <<elseif $LingerieA is 3>>“And what about your panties, hmm?” She plays with the luxuriously soft material. “They’re so sexy, and so GIRLY!” she playfully shrieks. “Clearly we have things to discuss.”\ <<else>>“I don’t know if I’d say it’s an interest.” “Call it whatever you want. I’m intrigued.”<</if>> The attention returns to your raging cock. “I suppose we’ll have to do something about that if we want to salvage the night.” $k reaches over and begins jerking you off. Her touch is better than anything you remember it being, and better than anything you could ever hope it was. With how she strokes your cock, it’s hard to believe she’s only ever been with you. Her hands speak of such experience and skill. Evidently, it’s just natural for her. Sadly, you’re not destined to last long. You’ve sorely missed the touch of a woman, and you’re sorely in need of an orgasm, too. Soon enough, ropes of jizz shoot out, landing in $k ‘s hand, as well as on your clothed lap. “That really didn’t take long at all.” She teases, pulling out some baby wipes to clean off her hand from the glove compartment. [[Restaurant Viagra Cage 3<-Continue]]

<<if $LingerieA is 2 or $LingerieA is 3>><<set $ESeenLingerie to 1>><</if>>\ Your cock’s fury dies down, until it is flaccid once again. “Now, there’s the matter of your chastity cage.” She picks it up from your lap. “I think it’s a great toy for our relationship.” With the same alacrity that she took it off with, she reequips it on your penis, locking it too. “And I should be keeping the key. We’ve seen what reckless things you allow to happen even when you do have it.” Your wife, normally sweeter than honey, cares for nothing more in the way of post-orgasm care. Instead, she takes the car keys and drives the car in the direction of home. The entire ride is a confusing experience. On the one hand, $k seemed genuinely overjoyed to see that you had a chastity cage on. Yet, she’s so cold about it, almost like she’d prefer to do introduce you to it herself. And at the very least, if you are going to venture into the realm of genital restraints, maybe you could at least do it in a way that doesn’t interrupt the experience at a fancy restaurant. <<if visited("Wear Lingerie 1a") is 0>>[[Wear Lingerie 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $ESeenLingerie is 1>>[[Wear Lingerie Seen<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[Wear Lingerie 2a<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<return>> <<if visited("Mall") is 0>>__???__\ <<elseif $BuyDildo gte 3 and $BuyPicture gte 2 and $BuyHeels gte 2 and visited("Tattoo 1b") and visited("Makeup S Actual 2") and visited("Makeup S Boner") and $BuyPlug is 2>>__Third mall from the sun__\ <<else>>__Third mall from the sun__<</if>> <<if visited("Buy picture") is 0>>???<<else>>Printed out pictures of you and $k .<</if>> <<if visited("Makeup S Actual 2") is 0>>???<<else>>Had a makeover.<</if>> <<if visited("Makeup S Boner") is 0>>???<<else>>Failed to contain yourself during a makeover.<</if>> <<if visited("Practice dildo") is 0>>???<<else>>Trained to deepthroat like a regular porn star.<</if>> <<if visited("Practice heels") is 0>>???<<else>>Learned how to strut your stuff in heels.<</if>> <<if visited("Tattoo 1b") is 0>>???<<else>>Got a tattoo to prove your sissyness to a complete stranger.<</if>> <<if visited("Buy Plug") is 0>>???<<else>>Was talked into buying a vibrating butt plug.<</if>> <<if visited("Airport") is 0>>__???__\ <<elseif visited("Airport Dress") and visited("Travel agent")>>__Jung International Airport__\ <<else>>__Jung International Airport__<</if>> <<if visited("Airport") is 0>>???<<else>>Picked $k up from the airport.<</if>> <<if visited("Airport Dress") is 0>>???<<else>>Picked $k up while wearing a dress, skipping the foreplay of her sissifcation.<</if>> <<if visited("Travel agent") is 0>>???<<else>>Endured a meeting with a travel agent.<</if>> <<if visited("Airport") is 0 and visited("Airport v2") is 0>>__???__\ <<elseif visited("Restaurant Viagra Uncaged Stay") and visited("Restaurant Viagra Uncaged Bathroom") and visited("Restaurant Viagra Cage 3") and visited("Res Plug 1c")>>__Giorno's Exquisitar__\ <<else>>__Giorno’s Exquisitar__<</if>> \ <<if visited("Restaurant 6") is 0>>???<<else>>Learned to bend the fabric of time.<</if>> <<if visited("Restaurant Viagra Uncaged Stay") is 0>>???<<elseif $FFeet is 1>>Was given a footjoob under the table by $k .<<elseif $FFeet is 0>>Was given a handjob under the table by $k .<</if>> <<if visited("Restaurant Viagra Uncaged Bathroom") is 0>>???<<else>>Jerked off into a toilet.<</if>> <<if visited("Restaurant Viagra Cage 3") is 0>>???<<else>>Had your dick try to get erect whilst wearing a chastity cage.<</if>> <<if visited("Res Plug 1c") is 0>>???<<else>>Gave $k the remote to your butt plug.<</if>> <<if visited("Airport") is 0 and visited("Airport v2") is 0>>__???__\ <<elseif $GiftedPicture is 1>>__No time like the present__\ <<else>>__No time like the present__<</if>> \ <<if $GiftedFlowers is 0>>???<<else>>Gave $k flowers.<</if>> <<if $GiftedRoses is 0>>???<<else>>Gave $k roses.<</if>> <<if $GiftedPerfume is 0>>???<<else>>Gave $k perfume.<</if>> <<if $GiftedPerfumeExpensive is 0>>???<<else>>Gave $k expensive perfume.<</if>> <<if $GiftedBracelet is 0>>???<<else>>Gave $k a bracelet.<</if>> <<if $GiftedLingerie is 0>>???<<else>>Gave $k lingerie.<</if>> <<if $GiftedAnklet is 0>>???<<else>>Gave $k an anklet.<</if>> <<if $GiftedPajamas is 0>>???<<else>>Gave $k pajamas.<</if>> <<if $GiftedTrip is 0>>???<<else>>Gave $k plane tickets.<</if>> <<if $GiftedPicture is 0>>???<<else>>Gave $k a picture of you both.<</if>> <<if visited("Ride Home 1a") is 0>>__???__\ <<elseif visited("Riding Home Caged")>>__On the road__\ <<else>>__On the road__<</if>> \ <<if visited("Ride Home 1a") is 0>>???<<else>>Was locked in chastity by $k .<</if>> <<if visited("Riding Home Caged") is 0>>???<<else>>Shocked $k by wearing a chastity cage.<</if>> <<if visited("Wear Lingerie 1a") is 0>>__???__\ <<elseif visited("Escape Chastity Bolt 1") and visited("Escape Chastity Copy 1st") and visited("Escape Chastity Copy 2nd Key 1st") and (visited("Escape Chastity Pepper 1b") or $FViolence is 0) and (visited("Escape Chastity Pepper Glasses") or $FViolence is 0) and ($FViolence is 1 and $FBondage is 1 or visited("Escape Chastity Alt")) and (visited("Escape Chastity Bondage 3") or $FBondage is 0)>>__Action, reaction__\ <<else>>__Action, reaction__<</if>> \ <<if visited("Escape Chastity Bolt 1") is 0>>???<<else>>Used bolt cutters to escape chastity.<</if>> <<if visited("Escape Chastity Copy 1st") is 0>>???<<else>>Used a copy of a key to escape chastity.<</if>> <<if visited("Escape Chastity Copy 2nd Key 1st") is 0>>???<<else>>Used many more copies of a key to escape chastity.<</if>> <<if $FViolence is 0>>==???==<<elseif visited("Escape Chastity Pepper 1b") is 0>>???<<else>>Was pepper sprayed by $k .<</if>> <<if $VFiolence is 0>>==???==<<elseif visited("Escape Chastity Pepper Glasses") is 0>>???<<else>>Was kicked in the balls by $k .<</if>> <<if $FBondage is 1 and $FViolence is 1>>==???==<<elseif visited("Escape Chastity Alt") is 0>>???<<else>>Was tricked outside by $k .<</if>> <<if $FBondage is 0>>==???==<<elseif visited("Escape Chastity Bondage 3") is 0>>???<<else>>Was cuffed and gagged by $k .<</if>> <<if visited("Milk 1") is 0 and visited("Milk Punish") is 0>>__???__\ <<elseif visited("Milk Panthee") and visited("Milk May") and visited("Milk Tylon") and visited("Milk Memory") and (visited("Store 1") or visited("Store Punish 1"))>>__Objective: milk__\ <<else>>__Objective: milk__<</if>> \ <<if visited("Milk Panthee") is 0 and visited("Milk Panthee P") is 0>>???<<else>>Encountered Mr Foster while wearing lingerie.<</if>> <<if visited("Milk May") is 0 and visited("Milk May P") is 0>>???<<else>>Ran into $k 's cousin while wearing lingerie.<</if>> <<if visited("Milk Tylon") is 0 and visited("Milk Tylon P") is 0>>???<<else>>Was bullied while wearing lingerie.<</if>> <<if visited("Milk Memory") is 0>>???<<else>>Saw Lisa Coolwell while wearing lingerie.<</if>> <<if visited("Store 1") is 0 and visited("Store Punish 1") is 0>>???<<else>>Successfully bought milk.<</if>> <<if visited("Apply Makeup 1") is 0 and visited("Milk Home") is 0>>__???\ <<elseif visited("Apply Makeup 1") and visited("Home Suck Dildo Skill") and visited("Heels 1 Heels") and visited("Heels 1 Flats")>>__Home sweet home__\ __<<else>>__Home sweet home__<</if>> <<if visited("Apply Makeup 1") is 0>>???<<else>>Received a makeover courtesey of $k .<</if>> <<if visited("Home Suck Dildo") is 0>>???<<else>>Gave $k a blowjob.<</if>> <<if visited("Home Suck Dildo Skill") is 0>>???<<else>>Gave $k a suspiciously good blowjob.<</if>> <<if visited("Heels 1 Heels") is 0>>???<<else>>Was forced to go to a party in heels.<</if>> <<if visited("Heels 1 Flats") is 0>>???<<else>>Received sympathy from $k , and was given ballet flats.<</if>> \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ <<if visited("Party 1b") is 0>>__???__\ <<elseif visited("Anal Plugged 1b") and visited("Confront Why 12")>>__Party__\ <<else>>__Party__<</if>> <<if visited("Party 1b") is 0>>???<<else>>Arrived at $k 's boss' party.<</if>> <<if visited("Anal 1d") is 0>>???<<else>>Was fucked in the ass by $k.<</if>> <<if visited("Dress 1b") is 0>>???<<else>>Wore a dress.<</if>> <<if visited("Anal Plugged 1b") is 0>>???<<else>>Wear unable to cum after wearing a vibrating butt plug.<</if>> <<if visited("Go Home 1a") is 0>>???<<else>>Went home.<</if>> <<if visited("Confront Why 12") is 0>>???<<else>>Finally learned the truth.<</if>> <<if $ConMaid is 0>>__???__\ <<elseif visited("Maid Seduce 1d") and visited("Maid Katie Submit")>>__Conspiracy: Maiden toyage__\ <<else>>__Conspiracy: Maiden toyage__<</if>> <<if $ConMaid lt 1>>???<<else>>Talked to the irritated maid.<</if>> <<if $ConMaid lt 2>>???<<else>>Helped the maid, and learned of her hot and tortured state.<</if>> <<if $ConMaid lt 3>>???<<else>>Learned of the maids' sexual torture at the hands of $Eric.<</if>> <<if $ConMaid lt 4>>???<<else>>Talked to Mr Oldenstein about yours and the maids' plight.<</if>> <<if visited("Maid Basement 1a") is 0>>???<<else>>Was thrown in $Eric's basement and woke up dressed as a maid.<</if>> <<if visited("Maid Seduce 1d") is 0>>???<<else>>Locked $Eric up in chastity.<</if>> <<if visited("Maid Katie 1") is 0>>???<<else>>Talked to $k about your household habits.<</if>> <<if visited("Maid Katie Submit") is 0>>???<<else>>Tried to submit to $k as a maid.<</if>> <<if $ConMove is 0>>__???__\ <<elseif $ConMove is 6>>__Conspiracy: Anywhere but there__\ <<else>>__Conspiracy: Anywhere but there__<</if>> <<if $ConMove lt 1>>???<<else>>Heard a rumor of $k 's first trip.<</if>> <<if $ConMove lt 2>>???<<else>>Investigated $k 's office.<</if>> <<if $ConMove lt 3>>???<<else>>Talked to Mr Oldenstein about $k lying.<</if>> <<if $ConMove lt 4>>???<<else>>Asked $k about her trip, and confirmed your suspicions.<</if>> <<if $ConMove lt 5>>???<<else>>Follow $k to New Hattan<</if>> <<if $ConMove lt 6>>???<<else>>Learned the truth of $k 's secret trip.<</if>> <<if $ConLine is 0>>__???__\ <<elseif $ConLine is 8>>__Conspiracy: Feminity as a commodity__\ <<else>>__Conspiracy: Femininity as a commodity__<</if>> <<if $ConLine lt 1>>???<<else>>Talked to $k 's assistant, Danielle.<</if>> <<if $ConLine lt 2>>???<<else>>Learned about the new line of clothing $k is helping to release.<</if>> <<if $ConLine lt 3>>???<<else>>Talked to Mr Oldenstein about $k 's new line of clothing.<</if>> <<if $ConLine lt 4>>???<<else>>Learned that the line of clothing was $k and Danielle's idea.<</if>> <<if $ConLine lt 5>>???<<else>>Eavesdropped on $k and Danielle's conversation.<</if>> <<if $ConLine lt 6>>???<<else>>Received the most feminine of dresses from Danielle.<</if>> <<if $ConLine lt 7>>???<<else>>Was scorned by $k while wearing the dress to the airport.<</if>> <<if $ConLine lt 8>>???<<else>>Confronted $k about the line of clothing.<</if>> <<if $ConChem is 0>>__???__\ <<elseif $ConChem gte 6>>__Conspiracy: Prove it__\ <<else>>__Conspiracy: Prove it__<</if>> <<if $ConChem lt 1>>???<<else>>Talked to Lisa, the peculiar woman with an intimate knowledge of sissies.<</if>> <<if $FNylon is 0 and $FFeet is 0>>==???==\ <<elseif $ConChem lt 2>>???\ <<elseif $FFeet is 1 and $FNylon is 1>>Gave Lisa 's nylon feet a massage.\ <<elseif $FNylon is 1>>Rubbed Lisa 's nylon legs.\ <<elseif $FFeet is 1>>Rubbed Lisa 's feet.<</if>> <<if $ConChemMall is 0>>???\ <<elseif $ConChemMall is 1>>Walked in public with cum on your face.\ <<elseif $ConChemMall is 2>>Walked in the mall with just lingerie on.<</if>> <<if $ConChem lt 4>>???<<else>>Received an incredible offer from Lisa.<</if>> <<if $ConChem lt 5>>???<<else>>Received $k 's blessing.<</if>> <<if $ConChem lt 6>>???\ <<elseif $ConChem is 6>>Committed taking estratetraxol.\ <<elseif $ConChem is 7>>Turned down Lisa's offer.<</if>> <<if visited("Therapist Final") is 0>>__???__\ <<elseif $TalkTime is 2 and $TalkPanties is 2 and $TalkGift is 2 and $TalkMilk is 2 and $TalkBlush is 2 and $TalkDress is 2 and $TalkOrgasm is 2 and visited("Relive Marriage Normal") and visited("Relive Marriage No Show")>>__Therapy__\ <<else>>__Therapy__<</if>> <<if visited("Therapist Final") is 0>>???<<else>>Relayed your sexual interests to Mr Oldenstein.<</if>> <<if $TalkTime lt 2>>???<<else>>Discussed your time bending abilities.<</if>> <<if $TalkChastity lt 2>>???<<else>>Discussed $k making you wear a chastity cage.<</if>> <<if $TalkPanties lt 2>>???<<else>>Discussed $k wanting you to wear her lingerie.<</if>> <<if $TalkGift lt 2>>???<<else>>Discussed $k not enjoying any of your gifts.<</if>> <<if $TalkMilk lt 2>>???<<else>>Discussed your past suspicions of $k .<</if>> <<if $TalkBlush lt 2>>???<<else>>Discussed your childhood nightmare.<</if>> <<if $TalkDress lt 2>>???<<else>>Discussed your experience wearing a dress.<</if>> <<if $TalkOrgasm lt 2>>???<<else>>Discussed your inability to orgasm during anal sex.<</if>> <<if visited("Relive Marriage Normal") is 0>>???<<else>>Relived the day of your wedding.<</if>> <<if visited("Relive Marriage No Show") is 0>>???<<else>>Lived through not showing up to your wedding.<</if>>

<<set $GiftTrip to 1>>\ Wondering through the airport for the…that’s a thought, how many times has it been now? You shrug your shoulders. Anyway, it’s not that that’s important. Instead, it’s a stall that gets your attention. A banner over the table proclaims that this travel agency has spectacular flights at low, low costs, allowing you to see the world for as little blah blah blah… Of course, it’s a service that would only offer you pain. Not only to have to talk to a travel agent, but the whole vacation process too. The last time $k took you somewhere, she gave you a 30 minute lecture on the flight for bringing a toaster in your carry on luggage. “What on earth do you have that for?” “Well I don’t know how readily available toasters are in Australia!” “Honey, if they have airports, they have toasters.” “But what if they don’t work the same, hmm? What if theirs work by pulling a lever up, not down?” “That’s just a nonsense joke. It’s the exact same as it is back at home, just with more spiders.” “And what if the spiders crawl upside down? I’ll be straight back on the plane, I promise you.” “You know there’s zero reason why Australia is considered to be south, don’t you? It’s just an arbitrary angle people have agreed to look at the globe at.” “Watch yourself. They would have killed you for speaking like that 500 years ago.” “In case you hadn’t noticed, we live i…wait a minute, stop distracting me from the issue. If you were going to bring a toaster, why put it in your carry on, and not the rest of your luggage?” “$k , you know I don’t trust other people with my belongings, ==including==, no, especially baggage handlers.” “So clothes are fine, but toasters aren’t?” “You clearly didn’t see me pack. Besides, I figured if I got hungry on the plane, I could just use the toaster.” “So you brought bread too?” “Don’t be ridiculous. I didn’t bring bread.” “Good. How do you plan on plugging it in, anyway?” “Oh, I brought a car battery.” //Good times.// “Interested in a vacation?” The woman at the stall calmly shouts over, thinking you to be reading the displays, not reminiscing over why $k doesn’t invite you on such trips often. “I was. My wife is actually just coming back from The Maldives.” “Oooh,” she exclaims in a falsetto tone. “Do you travel often?” “How do you think I got to the airport?” You burst out laughing, to which she gives a polite, forced chuckle. “Is there anywhere in particular you’re looking to go? We’re currently running offering exclusive rates to countries where the mortality rate is higher than the birth rate.” “Actually, I was hoping to get two tickets to The Maldives. For in, say…2 months?” “Certainly. Shall we discuss it further now? I wouldn’t want you to be late to picking your wife up.” “Don’t worry, I’ve got all the time in the world.” … “Oh god, please, never let me convince myself to do that again. 2 hours with a travel agent? I’d rather go back to high school.” All the pain, and your reward is for a trip you don’t even want to take. Of course, that’s not what is important. No, what’s important is impressing $k . If she was so desperate to go away that she did it on a whim, then how could she not appreciate this gift, especially when you share the news with her at a fancy restaurant, like you’ll be at later. <<if $MakeupA gt 0>>[[Airport Makeup<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[Airport v2<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $BuyPicture to 1>>\ You've unlocked a new item at the hardware shop! “$n , what’s on your mind today?” “My wife, she’s particularly hard to please as of late. I keep trying to get her a gift that she’ll love, but nothing ever seems perfect.” “Perfection is an incredibly high standard to meet.” “Alright, then nothing seems to be remotely close to perfect. It’s just like trying to please my dad all over again.” “Your father? Would you like to go into more detail about that?” “Not really. I’ve tried getting $k everything I can think of - jewelry, clothing, flowers, you name it. Sometimes I think something grand might impress here, but then I know she’ll moan that we don’t need a new car. I’d get a small knick knack that reminds me of her, but that feels too cheap, you know? She deserves something a little more impressive than the dollar store.” “Well, what gifts has she really liked in the past?” “From me?...I think she liked a cheesecake I got from Metramart a few years ago.” “How about from other people?” “Her father paid for us to do a real professional photoshoot a few years ago. It was so goofy, you know? We did a dozen or so complementary costumes - knight and princess, cowboy and farmer, Julius and Ethel Rosenberg, the usual. It was fun, and we even got a few pictures printed out. Most of them are still in our house.” “Most?” “I have a rule about having paintings up during a storm. Say I’ve seen too many horror films if you like, but I take them to the basement. Well, one of the last times this happened, I dropped some of them. We meant to get them replaced, but we just kind of forgot.” “Sounds to me like that’s something $k might enjoy receiving.” “Yeah, YEAH! That might just be the first good idea you’ve had, doc.” [[Therapist office<-Return]]

“Since you’re already looking so sexy for me, I think I’ll have to change up tonight’s plan. Come with me.” You, wearing nothing but lingerie, follow $k , still dressed, to the bedroom. Though you dreamt of the all the things you might do once you were both back here, that’s clearly off the table. And a table, of sorts, is where she seats you. $k ‘s vanity table was always a mysterious thing to you. Simplistic thinking might say there’s zero need for an already beautiful woman to wear makeup. Your wife is already a 10 out of 10, but the many bottles, vials, palettes and creams she has breaks the scale. And if she enjoys putting it on, then it’s a win/win. But as long as it’s been here, you’ve never once needed to sit at it. The many items here are baffling, almost intimidatingly so, and the aroma it gives off is pleasant, but you’ve always been satisfied enjoying it from a distance. [img[Images/Makeup 1.jpg]] “Let’s see…my foundation should work well enough, and I can even it out with some concealer if it doesn’t work.” She grabs a couple of squirt-operated bottles and a peculiar looking sponge. “I’m so glad you can’t grow facial hair well.” $k smirks, squeezing out a dollop of skin-tone cream onto the soft sponge and then applying it to your face. “I always knew my inability to grow a beard was going to be useful some day. I’m so glad it’s for this.” “You’re lucky I can’t shove a gag in your mouth during this process.” “I also knew that four leaf clover I shoved in these panties earlier today would be useful for something.” “Most women get dressed and then do their makeup. I guess we can do the opposite today.” “I’m certainly not most women.” “But by the time I’m done with you, that’s exactly what you’ll look like.” “You might be overestimating your skills, $k . You do your makeup, and look like a woman. Thing is, you were one before you did the makeup. Me? You’re going to have a much harder time.” “I’ve made you look great before, haven’t I?” You laugh slightly, a gleeful tinge across your lips. You know exactly what she’s referring to. “I’m still embarrassed about that.” “You shouldn’t be. There was nobody else who could help you pick out a good suit. It was fine to ask me.” “But it was for our wedding. You never needed any help selecting a dress.” “I assure you I did. I just looked to Louise for advice, not my fiance.” $k takes a step back to admire her handiwork. At seeing you turn to face the mirror, she covers your eyes. “Ah, ah, ah!” She teases, repositioning you to a reflectionless direction. “Not until we’re done.” Ditching the cream and sponge, she searches through the many trays of bright, muted, nude, and nearly neon colors. Why anyone would need so many is a mystery Sherlock might struggle with, but then again, the neat squares of color sure are pretty. With a delicate brush that lightly tickles, she applies several different shades to your eyelids. “If your dad ever found out I asked you to come shopping with me for a wedding suit, he’d have hired a hitman.” “Look up for me. What makes you think I didn’t tell him?” “The fact I’m not dead.” “Maybe he just hired a very lazy hitman. To the right.” “A lazy hitman, huh? I’d probably get along more with him than I do your dad.” “I swear, he doesn’t hate you as much as you think he does.” “It’s not his hate I worry about; it’s his bags of questionably sourced cash.” Sliding the eyeshadow palette to the side, she grabs a black pencil. “Look up for me.” She gently asks, moving in with the sophisticated stick. “Woah! You’re not coming near me with that thing.” “It’s eyeliner.” “How about you line something that isn’t incredibly vulnerable, like my arm?” “It’ll make your eyes pop, I promise.” “So not only are you going to impale them, you’re going to explode them too?” “If you trusted me with pictures of your dick, then you should be able to trust me to do this.” “That’s different. That pencil could stab me very painfully, and I don’t want to go to the hospital dressed like this. My dick pics would only disappoint people and confirm their worst suspicions.” “I do this everyday before work. You can trust me.” Shrugging your shoulders, you relent. “Alright.” “Anyway, it’s those questionably sourced bags of cash that helped pay for our wedding, remember? And if I really did poke your eye, he’d be happy to pay for the hospital bill.” “Yeah, just so he can see me moaning in agony whilst being tended by pretty women that would just make me nervous. And never mention it to him if I do go to hospital, by the way. He might get ideas of insurance fraud, and I know he’s already itching to run me over.” $k places the pencil back on the table, retrieving a not dissimilar black tube. “I’m going to look like the older brother from Diary of a Wimpy Kid, I know it.” Your wife, as if by magic, dismantles the tube into two parts. One looks like some kind of container, the other sort of like a toothbrush. “There’s no way you don’t know what mascara is.” She holds it horizontally to your eyelashes. Again, uncomfortably close. “Blink slowly.” “Of course I know what mascara is, though I think it legally becomes manscara if a guy wears it.” “Whatever you say, honey, along with your guyliner and mantyhose. On the topic of which, good job on putting on these stockings without getting a ladder.” “Lowe’s was all out, unfortunately.” She leans in, whispering intimately in your ear. “A ladder is when your nylons tear in a thin strip.” “Right. I knew that.” [img[Images/Mascara.jpg]] $k discards the wizardly wand of blackened lashes, again not allowing you to review her progress, and instead reverts back to the palettes. “More eyeshadow? Wouldn’t we have to get more lights for that?” She points to the different selections. “Contour, blush and highlighter.” “I believe those were rejected names for Snap, Crackle and Pop.” “The contour will make your cheekbones more pronounced, and make your nose look smaller.” “I don’t suppose there’s some anti-contour for my you-know-what?” $k shakes her head. “The blush should be self explanatory. The highlighter is going to make sure your face catches the light beautifully.” “I don’t think I’ve ever struggled with that before.” She gets to work applying all 3 types of makeup, though each one requires multiple shades of whatever it is she’s applying. “You’re not going to make me sing K-pop songs after this, are you?” “I’ve heard your singing before, so no.” “That’s a shame, because...” The hand holding just a brush eclipses your mouth. “Again, you’re lucky I can’t gag you for this.” “How much do you think all this makeup cost you, anyway?” You ask, only now curious. All the items had accrued so slowly that you thought nothing of it, but now, you’re generously guessing a couple hundred dollars. “Probably 3 thousand or so.” Your jaw drops in response. “Finally, something to make you quiet.” “3 thousand? USD? And yet you complain when I buy a couple of new ties.” “I wasn’t complaining about the price, I was complaining that you didn’t consult me on the style before you got them.” “You know, I’m sure if I hadn’t asked you for help buying a wedding suit, I would have got something great. Don’t you remember that first suit I had in mind? It was brilliant, showed off all my best features.” “Honey, it was from the women’s section.” “Oh. It fit really well…” “And lastly.” $k comments, once again putting the palettes away, this time reaching for one of the many cylinders of lipstick and gloss. It takes some solo deliberation on her part, but she soon arrives at a conclusion. “Dab your lips on your arm to get rid off any moisture.” “That’s encouraging. Moisture is a sign of life, you know.” “Life’s great, but good looking lips are sometimes just as good. Here.” More carefully than any of the other applications, she draws onto your lips. Watching her eyes watch you with such care is a heart warming reminder of what she’s really like. Sure, she might have wanted to lock you up in a chastity cage, thereby preventing any meaningful access to your cock, but she still loves you. Hopefully. [img[Images/Lipstick.jpg]] “There. Done.” After much anticipation, she finally permits you to see the new you. [[Apply Makeup 2<-...]]

<<set $EMakeup to 1, $ENails to 1>>\ <<set $TalkBlush to 1>>\ <<set $BuyMakeup to 1>>\ <<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> You've unlocked a new service at the makeup stand! //Mr Oldenstein might have something to say about this.// “Ta-da!” She proudly exclaims. Looking in the mirror, it’s like a Kafkaesque dream. Surely that’s not you, right? $k looks the exact same in the mirror, but there’s a woman sat next to her, where you should be. She’s clearly wearing heavy makeup, but in a classy way. <<if $LingerieA is 2>><<set $MakeupA to 2>>Purple and pink blended eyeshadow compliment her eyeliner, which isnot overstated, and really does make her eyes pop. A carmine shade of lipstick, sultry yet pretty, decorate her lips, drawing attention to the means of a kiss.\ <<elseif $LingerieA is 3>><<set $MakeupA to 3>>Pink and white blended eyeshadow draw girlish attention to her eyes, which pop with thanks to the eyeliner, which isnot overstated. Rosy cheeks ensure she looks slightly embarrassed constantly, though not in a pantomime-ish way. Matching the eyelids and cheeks, there’s a gorgeous shade of pink lipstick on her, which somehow screams that its tasty, and is begging to be kissed.<</if>> “That’s…me?” “I told you I was good.” ““Good?” $k , I can’t recognize myself. If you had done this whilst I was asleep, I’d scream when I look in a mirror.” “You do that anyway.” “I had no idea this was possible.” “Honestly, I didn’t even have to use that much skill. You have quite a girlish face already.” “I guess so…” Something else on the vanity steals $k ‘s attention. “Of course, how could I forget nails?” “Nails?” She grabs an already opened package, which displays the 1 inch long type of nails that $k occasionally adorned for parties and special events. The rest of the time, she’d just paint her regular nails, often enough that they would never be scuffed - you actually asked her once whether she wears gloves at work. “Hands flat on the table. God, you’re going to look so precious with these on.” She squeals, struggling to contain her excitement. Having already permitted yourself to be remade into the appearance of a woman, you comply, undeniably also curious about how the nails will contribute to the appearance. With a bottle of semi-opaque nail glue, she slowly runs a thin brush over the center of each of your nails, riding a delicate balance of needing enough for it to have an effect, yet not enough that the glue might slip outside the artificial nail once it’s attached. After that, $k chooses from the set of nails in the box, which takes enough time for you to question if the glue will still be viable. Eventually, $k makes up her mind. <<if $LingerieA is 2>>“Sultry purple, just like your eyeshadow, and so complementary to your black lingerie!”\ <<elseif $LingerieA is 3>>“Girly Pink, just like your lipstick and your lingerie!”<</if>> One by one, you witness her find an appropriately sized fake nail for your finger, then press it on the dull, glued nails that you’re used to having. [img[Images/Manicure.jpg]] “Now leave them still; you wouldn’t want to knock them loose.” “Why do I get the feeling it will be hard to do much of anything with these on? Get dressed, rub your eyes, pick your nose…” “You should try typing with them.” “I’m glad I won’t have to.” “Right.” “Right?” “And whatever you do, don’t flip anyone off whilst you have them on. If they notice you’re a guy, it’ll be hard to take you seriously.” “I plan on avoiding Mr Jefferson anyway. But just to make sure, I won’t have to type with them on, right? $k ?” “Well, not for long, at least.” “So just for tonight when I use my phone? And they’ll have fallen off by the morning?” “If they fall off under your pillow, the manicure fairy will come and leave you a voucher for Rian’s Tips and Toes.” “So they will? Fall off?” “Of course they will.” “By the time I next go to work?” “Well, maybe…but probably not.” “What?!” “Probably not.” “I know what you said, I just don’t understand why you’d ask me to put them on. I can’t go to work like this!” You hold your hands up in the air and poke at the nails, which extend at least one and a half centimeters past the tip of your actual nails. They’re //definitely// not going anywhere anytime soon. “Baby, you’ve just got to live in the moment. Stop worrying about the past, and stop thinking about the future. I asked you to let me put the nails on you, and that’s enough. All that matters is that we’re together, right?” “...I suppose. But we won’t be together during my Tuesday morning meeting.” “I will be there in spirit.” <<if $LingerieA is 2>>[[Apply Makeup 3<-Continue][$NailsA to 2]]\ <<elseif $LingerieA is 3>>[[Apply Makeup 3<-Continue][$NailsA to 3]]<</if>>

<<if $EMakeup is 1>>"You look so pretty in all this makeup. I think we should mark the occasion with even more fun."\ <<else>>“I can’t believe I didn’t think of doing this before. Not even earlier today, but at all during our marriage. You wear the look well.”<</if>> $k wanders off to her handbag, again. Thankfully, she doesn’t pull out another device to restrict your sexual pleasure. Instead, it’s something that will psychologically ruin the image of your cock even further. Equipped to a set of black straps is a dildo - a particularly long one, at that. “You’re like the Mary Poppins of perverted goods.” “Why don’t you help me put it on?” For some bizarre reason, you don’t freak out at the idea. Perhaps it’s curiosity. Perhaps wearing lingerie has reduced your mindset to what you associate lingerie with - women handling cock. Or maybe it’s just because you now realize that an 8 inch piece of silicone isn’t deserving of fear. There are four straps to the apparatus, the first two in a straight line to the dildo, the other two beneath the first to straps at a roughly 45 degree angle. You wrap them around $k and secure them with the buckle, a task that is made much harder thanks to the nails you’re working with. Eventually, the strap on is secure. [img[Images/Strap on 1.jpg]] “What do you think? Do I look as sexy with it on as you do with that makeup?” “...I…uh…” “Go ahead, honey. I can tell you want to touch it. There’s nothing wrong with that. Wrap your those long-nailed fingers of yours around it, and let your body do want it wants.” A shy awkwardness about you, you stand opposite $k , roughly two feet apart, and tentatively place a hand on the silicone cock. Somehow, it’s exactly what you expected it to be. It’s sturdy, and the pronounced veins almost tickle your palm. The contours of the head are similarly pleasant to the touch, and rubbing it almost makes your brain think that it’s your own dick that’s receiving the pleasure. “It’s fun, isn’t it?” “Do they always feel so strange?” “That’s probably just because you’re standing. Here, kneel down and you’ll get a much better experience.” $k lightly presses down on your shoulders, encouraging you to bend your knees and rest them on the floor. Were $k naked, the dildo would probably be poking your chin. Due to her heels, however, the head is resting on your own forehead. It’s a position that forces you to look up to her. Whilst you can only imagine the fascinating sight she has, your view of her eager eyes reveal that she’s really enjoying this. “Keep stroking it. I promise, it’ll feel much better now that you’re on the floor…like a slut.” Her words flow in and out of your ears. Now, you too are captivated by the moment. Slowly, you begin to stroke it. <<if $BuyDildo is 3>>[[Home Suck Dildo Skill<-Continue]]\ <<elseif visited("Home Suck Dildo")>>[[Home Suck Dildo v2<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[Home Suck Dildo<-Continue]]<</if>>

“So, $n , is there anything specific you’d like to discuss today?” “Actually, there was something interesting that happened with $k . She wanted to put makeup on me. And then she did. It was a complete makeover, with fake nails, too.” “Sounds like it was a harmless interaction between partners. How did it make you feel?” “Honestly, I didn’t really know what to think. But she seemed so happy to do it, and the conversation was flowing without any effort at all. I didn’t want to interrupt it to protest. It was once she was done that I discovered the nails would be with me a while.” Mr Oldenstein slyly glances towards your hands, <<if $NailsA gt 0>>observing the press ons that are still there. He doesn’t say anything on them, though he does pick up the pace of hisnote taking.<<else>>though returns his sight to his clipboard once he sees that they’re currently undecorated by any such nails.<</if>> “And what about the makeup? You must have had some feelings when you saw your reflection.” “I was scared at first, actually. I thought for sure it was a dream - I looked like a picturesque woman. Well, I kind of got used to the look after a while. Of course, I wasn’t looking in a mirror the whole time, but I quickly forgot about the layers on my face. The lipstick wasn’t so easy, but I’m kind of glad it wasn’t. There was a pleasant taste and feeling about it, and a slight smell, too.” “Did you have any such interactions with makeup as a child? Perhaps from a sister, cousin, or a friend at school?” “Not directly, but I did have something.” “There was show I watched as a child, it was called Captain Millenia. Captain Millenia was the city’s superhero, but he had a son called Luke. Luke didn’t take after his father’s powers of flight, or what have you. Instead, he was like a cartoon come to life. Everything he did was more dramatic. He’d fall on a banana peel, and birds would instantly flock around his head. Worst of all, he had no private thoughts. Every idea he ever had was broadcast in a little bubble above his head. That terrified me.” “It did?” “People don’t have pure thoughts, I don’t think. Even if they occur to everyone, it’s shameful for someone to know what’s going on inside your head. If Luke had a crush on a girl, she instantly knew it just by seeing the bubble, or by having a friend tell her. If he thought a teacher was mean, they’d give him a detention. I have no idea why I watched the show; it gave me nightmares for weeks.” “What were those dreams about?” “People having such intimate access to my thoughts. Sometimes I was a cartoon like Luke, other times I had a chip in my brain, or there was a telepathic witch. I really concentrated when I was in class, too. I figured if I kept my thoughts pure, then nobody would be freaked out by them.” “But there was this one dream that plagued me in particular. I would be in school, chatting to a girl I had a crush on, when just like Luke, my cheeks would blush profusely, making it clear I liked her. It was so humiliating, and made me feel powerless whenever I had it.” “After you had those dreams, do you think those thoughts had any impact in how you interacted with girls?” “I’m not sure now. I was never confident, but I don’t think it would have helped the situation.” “So being made to be entirely honest was a horrifying prospect for you. Was it just interacting with girls that caused you that fear, or were there other things?” “I…I’m not sure anymore.” “I see. And what of Luke? Do you know what happened to him in the show?” “I think he ended up becoming a politician, or something like that.” [[Therapist office<-Return]]

<<set $EMakeup to 1, $ENails to 1>>\ <<if $LingerieA is 2>><<set $NailsA to 2, $MakeupA to 2>>\ <<elseif $LingerieA is 3>><<set $NailsA to 3, $MakeupA to 3>><</if>>\ $k once again grabs your wrist and takes you to the bedroom, sitting you at the vanity table, rather than laying you on the bed. Given how sensual this experience was last time, with delicate brushes and applicators stroking your face gently, it almost felt like a spa treatment. In other words, you could be looking forward to this less. [img[Images/Makeup 1.jpg]] “Let’s see…my foundation should work well enough, and I can even it out with some concealer if it doesn’t work.” She scrounges up all the cosmetics necessary for your makeover, and it’s a long list. Foundation, concealer, blush, contour, highlighter, bronzer, eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascara, lipstick and lipliner. With each one that $k applies, you can envisage yourself looking less and less like the usual person you see in the mirror. Of course, $k is letting you see your reflection quite yet. It’s only (roughly) 45 minutes later than she’s content with the look. “Ta-da!” “...wow.” Even having seen this exact appearance a short while ago, you’re still in disbelief. $k did a masterful job of making you appearance almost as gorgeous as she is. Ignoring your Adam’s apple, you look like a convincing woman from the neck up. The lingerie definitely adds to the illusion, but the ungainly bulge in your panties, and the lack of a bulge in your bra, ensures that anyone who studies you would quickly see the truth. “Of course, how could I forget nails?” $k searches for the right shade of fake nails to glue onto your hands. Being able to witness your beautification only increases your wonder at the process. Though it’s a materialistically basic thing - 10 acrylic sheets that are glued onto your nails, they manage to bring your hands to life. Though before tonight, you would have never considered them to be dead. “Am I good or am I good?” [[Apply Makeup 3<-Continue]]

[img[Images/Makeup stand 2.jpg]] “I’d like a makeover.” <<if $DressA is -1 and $BodysuitA is 0>>“Sure; go ahead and take a seat.” She replies, not even momentarily shocked by your request. Nor does she when your cheeks blush like you already had the makeup applied does she indicate the slightest hint of hesitance. //Maybe $k was right. Maybe I am a sissy, and everyone knows it. Or maybe she doesn't want to turn away a customer…//\ <<elseif $DressA is 1>>“Sure; go ahead and take a seat.” Given your dress, she probably pegged you as a sissy the moment she saw you approaching. Still, the woman's also professional enough to not mention it, at least straight away.\ <<elseif $DressA is -1>>“Sure; go ahead and take a seat.” Given the prominent breasts protruding from beneath your shirt, it shouldn't be a surprise that she shows no emotion to your request. Doubtlessly she has you noted as a sissy, crossdresser, drag queen, or unfortunate victim of an estrogen truck crash.<</if>> The other women, both the customers and the staff, one by one recognize the outlier in their midst, though none of them address it. The chair, at least, is comfortable, and should you regret this move halfway through, there’s solace to be found in sinking deeper into the soft embrace of the black leather. “Do you have any ideas for looks, or would you like me to suggest something?” “Umm…” “I’ll tell you what: let me apply the base layer, then I’ll let you know when you need to decide what’s next. Sound good?” She comforts. “Sure.” //She’s so beautiful. If she turned around and said this makeover cost my house, I’d ask if she wanted the car with that.// There’s little conversation between you and the nameless woman at first. She might be unsure what to say to a man in this situation, and you’re comfortable with the silence, as you can still admire her beauty regardless. Each product that she applies result in her face being barely 30 centimeters away from yours. Every curve and pore in her face seems chiseled by some god. Her natural beauty is also enhanced by a helping of her own makeup. Evidently, she’s getting high on her own supply. “So what do you do for work?” “Uh…” //Think, $n , think! What do women like?// “I’m a handbag.” “Sorry?” “Uh, handbag designer, fashion, that sort of thing.” “Oh, how exciting! I always wanted to be a fashion designer, but one of my college professors saw that I had such a skill for doing makeup, so he suggested I transfer.” “That’s, uh…good.” “Now makeup’s my career, and fashion is my hobby. It’s probably better this way, anyway. Is that the same with you?” “Totally!” You blurt out, hoping to establish a further connection. “Yeah, my job’s fashion, and my hobby is…” //Don’t say looking at women. Don’t say looking at women. Don’t say looking at women.// “Looking at birds.” “Oh, birdwatching? That’s cool. My dad was always into that. He hated living in the city, though. Not enough birds here, he says. Do you find that?” “The thing about birds is…the city sometimes ruins them, you know? They come here with big dreams of doing this or that, then they see how brutal it really is.” “Yeah, some people really don’t care to give them bread. It’s cruel.” There’s a pause in the conversation, which you’re now thankful for. The woman’s beauty is one thing, and it’s almost too much to handle. But her voice is mesmerizing, as is her laugh. You need a break to contain yourself. “I can’t help but notice your wedding band.” She initiates the discussion again, meaning you won’t be getting that break. “What about your partner? What do //they// do?” “My wife, she works for a modelling company. She’s not a model herself, but more a producer, organizer, type of thing.” “Ooh, I’m guessing that’s how you two met originally, then?” “Yes, totally. It was a catwalk type thing, and we happened to be sat next to each other.” “That’s so romantic. My boyf…well, ex boyfriend, and I met when we were graduating college. Turns out, we had the same surname, so we were sat next to each other.” “Fascinating…” //I can’t handle much more of this. She’s so beautiful, but if I have to hear her infectious giggles one more time, I might have to do some deep breathing exercises to calm down.// “Do you and your wife ever collaborate on work?” <<if $CCA gt 0>>[[Makeup S Actual 2<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[Makeup S Boner<-Continue]]<</if>>

Perhaps you’ve taken a masochistic turn, as you’re currently thankful for the pain in your crotch. The chastity cage, holy protector of thy eager penis, provides a helpful barrier to an erection attempt. Though the strain does hurt, it’s better than the alternative right now - the beautiful lady noticing that you’re a little //too// fond of her. “Er, no, we don’t get to often, sadly.” “That’s a shame, but maybe it’s for the best, too. Sometimes you can have too much of a good thing, or a person you love.” The makeover continues, the entire duration filled with similarly pleasant, if only just because of her, small talk. The creams, powders and fast-drying liquids are soon applied, save the most important details. “Alright, have you given any more thought to your look? I’m going to suggest you stick with a theme - pink, red, or purple and black. What do you think?” [[Makeup S Actual 3<-Red][$MakeupA to 1, $NailsA to 1]] [[Makeup S Actual 3<-Black and purple][$MakeupA to 2, $NailsA to 2]] [[Makeup S Actual 3<-Pink][$MakeupA to 3, $NailsA to 3]]

<<if $MakeupA is 1>>“I’ll go with red.” “Great choice. I’m thinking this will really compliment your eyes.” The makeup technician finishes off her task of glamorizing you. A smoky eyeshadow blends a maroon into a more sultry shade of red, and she also adds a dollop more of red blush, to match your eyelids. A red lipstick is used to paint your lips, a part of the procedure that feels exceptionally intimate. “And now for nails.” Not dissimilar to the type $k used, the woman even more gently applies the thin layer of glue to your nails, then delicately presses on the fake ones. Of course, they’re also red.\ <<elseif $MakeupA is 2>>“I’ll go with black.” “Ooh, mysterious. I like it.” The makeup technician finishes off her task of glamorizing you. Black eyeshadow blends into purple on your eyelids, done so well you can’t even tell where one color begins and the other one ends. She also revists the highlighter, adding a shade of purple to your cheekbones for extra beauty. A shade of gorgeous dark red lipstick paints your lips, complementing the rest of the look. “And now for nails.” Not dissimilar to the type $k used, the woman even more gently applies the thin layer of glue to your nails, then delicately presses on the fake ones. Of course, they’re also purple.\ <<elseif $MakeupA is 3>>“I’ll go with pink.” Saying the word “pink” in particular makes you feel extra humiliated - as if the whole process wasn’t enough. “Good choice. It’s hard to go wrong with pink, especially if you’re a si…gnificantly beautiful person like yourself.” The makeup technician finishes off her task of glamorizing you. Shades of an angelic white blend with a quintessentially girlish pink for a rather innocent look. She also revisits the blush, applying extra pink powder to your cheeks. And what makeover isn’t complete without a coat of lipstick. This one is extra bright, which is sure to attract even more attention. “And now for nails.” Not dissimilar to the type $k used, the woman even more gently applies the thin layer of glue to your nails, then delicately presses on the fake ones. Of course, they’re bright pink, too.<</if>> “These nails will last a day or so; they’re not acrylics. They’ll fall of naturally, but if you want rid off them, it’s painless to pluck them off yourself.” “Thanks.” Gratefully, the heavy makeup belies your heavy blushing at standing up and paying her for the procedure. Digging into your wallet with twice as long nails proves tricky, but thankfully two 20$ notes satisfy her. “Please tell your friends about us.” //Sure, what could go wrong?// [[Mall<-Return]]

[img[Images/Makeup stand.jpg]] <<if visited("Apply Makeup 1") is 0>>Though you can always approach the pretty lady in the makeup stand again, making a fool out of yourself this often is draining. Perhaps there are other people would enjoy your fumbling antics, like a waitress, librarian, or nurse.\ <<elseif $EBoner is 1>>//I am not going back to that makeup stand today. At least I can rewind time and make less of a fool of myself. Maybe a chastity cage would actually be a good idea.//\ <<elseif $MakeupA gt 0>>Though you could never complain at talking to the pretty, nice, and delightfully perfumed lady who did your makeup, you don’t have a second face requiring a makeover, nor do you have a valid enough excuse to approach her for a casual conversation.<</if>> [[Mall<-Return]]

<<set $EBoner to 1>>\ <<if $DressA is -1>>Her final words are too much for even an experienced pervert like you to handle. Her smile, her lips, her breath - it all culminates in a particularly prominent bulge in your pants. And even though your member isn’t the biggest strongman at the circus, the beautiful lady proves that her beautiful eyes are also very observant. \ <<else>>Her final words are too much for even an experienced pervert like you to handle. Her smile, her lips, her breath - it all culminates in a particularly prominent bulge against the impressionable fabric of your dress.<</if>> “That’s, umm…” She sets the current brush down at the table adjacent to your chair. “I’m not comfortable doing this if you’re…” she can’t bring herself to finish the sentence. “Please leave.” “Uh, yeah, sure.” You murmur back, head down. Heading to the makeup stand was viciously embarrassing, but being kicked out of it and refused service is a new level of low. After heading far in another direction, you check the makeup. You were barely out of the foundation stage. [[Mall<-Continue]]

<<if visited("Milk Home 2")>><<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> <</if>>\ “It’s about time.” $k murmurs, unlocking the door to let you in. She shivers at the small glance of night air. “Weren’t you cold?” She teases. <<if $EPlug is 1>>The vibrating plug ceases movement - for now.<</if>> <<if $DrawingA is 1>>“Hold on - what’s that on your face?” She tilts your chin to get a better look at the doodles. “Rocksucker…oh, it’s a “c” - cocksucker.” She reads off your forehead. “This isn’t your handwriting.” $k unlocks the gag, allowing it to drop to the floor. Even though your mouth is now absent of such bondage items, there’s a phantom presence there, like your jaw wants to remain stretched in the hope it might be filled once more. “No, it’s not.” “You made some new friends, then? Why didn’t you invite them round?” “The gag made it quite tricky to do much talking at all, but I’m sure you would have loved them.”\ <<elseif $GagA is 1>>“Hold on, how could I forgot about this?” She motions for you to spin around, allowing her to unlock the gag. It lands to the floor with a thud. Even though your mouth is now absent of such bondage items, there’s a phantom presence there, like your jaw wants to remain stretched in the hope it might be filled once more.\ <<else>>“I didn’t think lingerie would do much to keep me warm. Maybe next time, you could give me two pairs of panties and some tights instead?” “Hmm…no. You look far too precious like this.”<</if>> <<if $GiftPicture is 2>>Catching your eye, you notice the framed picture of you and $k hung up on the wall. After the many instances of trial and error, it’s nice to see there’s something that she found joy. “Now go in the kitchen and make us both a coffee.”\ <<else>>“Now go in the kitchen and make us both a coffee.”<</if>> “A coffee?” <<if $GagA is 1>>Even talking proves unnatural now.<<else>>You reply, as if it were the most ludicrous request of the night.<</if>> “Don’t you think it’s a little late for caffeine?” “Late? I slept plenty on the plane ride. Chop chop, $n , or do I have to send you outside with even less on?” “Coffee sounds great!” Your sarcastically reply, immediately regretting the attitude. If she did it to you once, you should assume she’ll be willing to do it again. Dropping the bottle of milk on the counter, you grab the necessary ingredients for a nighttime brew, which is, coincidentally, the exact same as an 8am brew. Ironically, despite $k ‘s request for more milk when you already had some in, what you really needed was sugar. \ <<if $GiftFlowers is 2>>The now empty package is discarded, added onto the flowers that you got $k earlier. //What?// Evidently, your wife found the gift so uninspired that she threw them out as soon as you were out the door. It’s a surprise, given how she tried to preserve your feelings at the restaurant, but at least she didn’t trash them in front of you.\ <<elseif $GiftFlowers is 2>>The now empty package is discarded, added onto the flowers that you got $k earlier. //What?// Despite roses being a girl’s best friend, //or was that diamonds? I don’t know, it doesn’t matter.// they’re currently residing with the food waste and empty boxes in the trash. It’s a nasty revelation, given it means $k pretended to like them even more than she did, and that wasn’t a lot anyway.\ <<elseif $GiftPerfume is 2>>The now empty package is discarded, added onto the box that came with the perfume you bought $k . Prodding it slightly, you’re relieved to realize that it’s empty. Either your wife doesn’t think it’ll be too bad to smell like you have a reputation, or she’s got others plans for it. You look at the box again. //At least she’s not going to regift it.//\ <<elseif $GiftPerfumeExpensive is 2>>The now empty package is discarded, added onto the box of expensive perfume you gave $k earlier. Given her reaction, it’s hardly a surprise to see where it ended up, but it’s a brutal reminder of your poor gift selection nonetheless.\ <<elseif $GiftLingerie is 2>>The now empty package is discarded, added onto the lingerie you gave $k earlier at the restaurant. //What?// The sexy set now resides with the food waste and leftover packing. It should hardly be a surprise, given how she responded to it, but it was admittedly quite a selfish gift. //Still, she would have looked great in it.// //She’d look great in a plastic bag.//\ <<else>>The now empty package is thrown in the trash, which could do with being taken out again, but given you’re current appearance, it can wait until tomorrow.<</if>> Completing the task of making two coffees, you stir them until the sugar is completely dissolved. \ <<if $GiftTrip is 2>>Two slips of paper steal your attention as you do. Slightly baffled by them at first, an inspection immediately reminds you that they’re for the trip you arranged. “Oh yeah…” It’s satisfying to confirm that $k genuinely did appreciate the gift, rather than just smiling for your sake. That said, she could always trash them tomorrow, or suggest you give them to a friend.\ <<elseif $GiftPajamas is 2>>On the counter, you note the pajamas you bought $k . The fact she didn’t immediately throw them away should be taken as a sign that she might wear them at some point. But given her renowned found love for sleeping naked, you’d actually prefer if she didn’t.\ <<elseif $GiftAnklet is 2>>On the counter, there’s the open box hosting the anklet you bought $k . Assumedly, she took another look at it, and decided it was very much worth keeping. //Mine is definitely nicer that Rachel’s.//\ <<else>>The whirlpool created by spoon in mug is strangely satisfying right now. It goes around and around in circles, but it //always// settles.<</if>> “Two freshly freshly made cups of jo-what the hell is that?” [[Milk Home 2<-Continue][$GagA to 0]]

$k is standing in the lounge, hands on her hips, a grin wider than any you’ve seen from her before across her face. She might be happier right now than you are terrified. She’s had an outfit change, which in her case, was less of a change and more just putting it on. She’s wearing a black vinyl dress that stops perhaps 4 inches below her crotch. Something that short would draw your eyes anyway, but the material reflects the light in a way that attracts you even more. A similar material is likely used for her black, thigh high boots, which rest on a tall, thin stiletto heel. She even had chance to put on some new lingerie. After making you put on her old, red set, she’s now donning some pantyhose. Though they’d likely be classified as black, they’re so sheer that her skin lightens the appearance, doubly so in contrast with the dress and boots. Oh, and on top of all that, she’s wearing a fake cock. [img[Images/Strap on 1.jpg]] “It’s called a strap on, sweetie. There’s no way you don’t know that.” “I’ve seen one before, yeah. But I’ve also seen Darth Vader before, and I know he’s not real.” “Yet here one is - aren’t you curious?” “Sure. Was it made in China or Germany?” “Not about its history, but its current state. You’ve never touch another dick before, have you?” “...no.” “And this isn’t nearly as scary as a real one. It’s gentler, longer, and best of all, attached to your loving wife. Why don’t you give it a feel.” “...I’ll have to put the coffee down first.” No amount of stalling will save you, however. Your wife is clearly insistent, and when she’s dressed like she is right now, you’d hardly dare to argue with her. “So I just…grab it?” “Go ahead.” A shy awkwardness about you, you stand opposite $k , roughly two feet apart, and tentatively place a hand on the silicone cock. Somehow, it’s exactly what you expected it to be. It’s sturdy, and the pronounced veins almost tickle your palm. The contours of the head are similarly pleasant to the touch, and rubbing it almost makes your brain think that it’s your own dick that’s receiving the pleasure. “It’s fun, isn’t it?” “Why is it so long?” “It’s only long compared to you, honey. There’s other great things about this cock, too. It doesn’t blow its load in the space of an ad break, and it’ll never give me sex coupons as a Birthday gift.” “Do they always feel so strange?” “That’s probably just because you’re standing. Here, kneel down and you’ll get a much better experience.” $k lightly presses down on your shoulders, encouraging you to bend your knees and rest them on the floor. Were $k naked, the dildo would probably be poking your chin. Due to her heels, however, the head is resting on your own forehead. It’s a position that forces you to look up to her. Whilst you can only imagine the fascinating sight she has, your view of her eager eyes reveal that she’s really enjoying this. “Keep stroking it. I promise, it’ll feel much better now that you’re on the floor…like a slut.” Her words flow in and out of your ears. Now, you too are captivated by the moment. Slowly, you begin to stroke it. <<if $BuyDildo is 3>>[[Home Suck Dildo Skill<-Continue]]\ <<elseif visited("Home Suck Dildo")>>[[Home Suck Dildo v2<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[Home Suck Dildo<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $BuyDildo to 1>>\ <<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> You've unlocked a new item at the sex shop! [img[Images/Strap on 2.jpg]] Each rhythmic stroke of the dildo is easier than the last, the oils of your hands rubbing off the already slightly slippery surface for lubrication. And as the action gets easier, your mind calms down little by little. Despite handling a dildo, a mental image of a naked woman still manages to turn you on, proving your sexuality hasn’t changed, as your briefly feared it had. Yet, there’s a strange stirring in the chastity cage, but you attribute that solely to this dynamic with $k , not as a of a result of the fake cock. “You seem to be enjoying yourself.” “As long as it doesn’t squirt on me, I won’t start moaning.” “Duly noted. Since you’re so comfortable, why don’t you get a little more involved?” “Like what? You want me to ask the dildo out on a date?” “Skip the date. Go right to the kiss.” “A kiss?” “Go on, just on the tip, right above the slit. That’s always where you loved for me to do it to you.” Hesitantly, your mouth hovers in the direction of the phallus. Still scared slightly, you opt to quickly plant the kiss and move away again, lest it does end up squirting. The brief fraction of a second that your lips caressed it left no sort of taste in your mouth, though your lips feel a little strange. <<if $MakeupA gt 0>>You also notice a spot of color on the head, a product of your lipstick.<</if>> Though it was clearly a shy move, $k surprisingly doesn’t tease you for it. “Good. See, there’s nothing to fear, is there?” “Nothing at all. So can we have sex now?” “Not yet, honey.” She bursts out giggling. “In fact, in my attempt to make you a better lover, and ensure I get a much more fair share of the orgasms in this house, I think you need to earn any kind of sexual pleasure you get.” “Isn’t picking you up from the airport enough?” “Not remotely close. If you want to make progress towards being released from that cage, I suggest you part those lips and wrap around them this cock.” “I’ve got to give it a blowjob?” Looking up, you can see her nodding. As if in a preemptive attempt at lubrication, you take a hard gulp. “I suppose I’ll go ahead and suck it, then.” No amount of contemplating it makes the task any less daunting, and your wife is thankfully patient. In fact, she begins slightly stroking the dildo herself, a sight which assists in your own lust right now. Firstly, your lips part slightly - not nearly enough to engulf the actual circumference of it, but enough to envelope a portion of the head. It’s dry, even despite your earlier lubrication. It’s also tasteless, surprisingly. In your second attempt, the entire head slips into your mouth, and you let it rest there for a couple seconds. Now, your tongue gets in on the action, gently prodding it like the cock were a scientific specimen. It’s able to identify the slit at the very end of the dick, and the frenulum, which for the first time in your life, you now notice does a good deal to break up the monotony of a dick. Your tongue also wets the head significantly, making your third, fourth, and rest of the attempts to suck the dick much easier. A centimeter at a time, you work your way up the dick, each try making you increasingly comfortable. The entire time you’re progressing up the length of the dildo, $k is stroking the back of your head, playing with your hear, and whispering that you’re “doing great”. It’s roughly ten minutes into the task that your body develops a natural bobbing rhythm, giving the cock a pattern of lips around it every second or so. Sadly, you max out your sucking abilities halfway onto the dildo, which is when your body screams that it’s had enough, and you begin to cough and gag on it. $k , gratefully, seems happy with the performance. “Great job, sissy. I could hardly expect you to be a throat goat on your first attempt, but to make it that far down my cock - I think it’s safe to say you’re a natural.” “A natural cocksucker? Great. The jocks in highschool were right.” <<if visited("Heels 1a")>>[[Heels 2a<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[Heels 1a<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> [img[Images/Strap on 2.jpg]] <<if $EPlug is 1>>As though having one orifice stuffed wasn’t stimulating enough, the previously static plug in your rear flicks to life in an instant, buzzing with a now familiar rhythm. <</if>>\ As before, you stroke the dildo rhythmically, which proves itself to be just like riding a bike. And without the fear of “suddenly liking men” which you had on your first try, you manage to find some weird enjoyment from it. It’s not long until $k is satisfied, and sensing your willingness, doesn’t waste time asking you to kiss the dildo, and instead, just to suck it. The blowjob commences slowly as your saliva works to lubricate the head, which your lips massage into the rest of the cock. It doesn’t take long for the task to get significantly easier. At that point, you follow the same pattern that you’ve seen in countless porn videos: back and fourth, back and fourth. The entire time, your wife lovingly plays with your hair, rubs your head, and whispers compliments of your skills. <<if $BuyDildo is 4>>"Great job, sissy. You're a natural at this. I'm so glad those hours of jerking it in the bathroom have paid off."\ <<else>>“Great job, sissy. I could hardly expect you to be a throat goat on your first attempt, but to make it that far down my cock - I think it’s safe to say you’re a natural.”<</if>> Sadly, the cock doesn’t travel any further into your body than a few inches. <<if visited("Heels 1a")>>[[Heels 2a<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[Heels 1a<-Continue]]<</if>>

Observing the selection of dildos in the store, you suspiciously eye your surroundings the same way you did for the first year that you drove. Each and every action required a 360 degree analysis of your surroundings prior to moving. Now, the other cars are replaced with a couple perverted shoppers, and the steering wheel is a particularly girthy dildo not dissimilar to the one $k had on her strap on. Thankfully, it comes in a neat little box, so you won’t have to disinfect it prior to use. Concerningly, though, there are a couple “tester” dildos and whips dotted around the store, the same way a perfumery would have free to use scents. Once upon a time, you used those types of stores as the only means of your cologne in an effort to save money. As an added bonus, you could smell of something new everyday. $k put an end to that, though. She could sometimes be a hardass about making sure you wore the cologne she got for you every morning, or that you were flossing and brushing, or a couple other things. In retrospect, they, along with $k , have made your life so much better. Ironically, of course, $k hasn’t asked once since her plane landed in an hour if there’s time to brush her teeth. Perhaps her priorities, like her sexual views, changed on her mysterious vacation. “Excuse me.” A fellow shopper nudges, squeezing past you to reach the latex hoods. It’s a disruption that pulls you out of reminiscing, and instead reminds you of the embarrassing location you find yourself in. Hastily grabbing a dildo, you head to the checkout. “Can I interest you in our orgy bundle? Buy 3 dildos, and get a fourth for free.” “Err, no thanks. Orgies aren’t for me, I’m too claustrophobic.” “How about our trans guy bundle, which includes a pair of realistic silicone balls, and a copy of Fapers magazine?” “I’m not a fan of magazines, either. My mother never cared for books, so she’d read the television guide to me as a kid. If I didn’t fall asleep fast enough, she’d roll the magazine up and hit me on the head with it.” “Would you like to sign up for our Ride For Rebels campaign? It’s a charity event where you donate a cent for every time you bounce on a dildo. All proceeds help fund insurgents in third world countries.” “Could I just buy the dildo, please?” “Do you have a membership card?” “You guys have membership?” “For every 100$ you spend here, you’ll be entered into a pool to gain a bunch of unique prizes, like the Mutated Dragon Pounder, Cock Limbo 3000, Heavy Hand Wanking Gloves, latex wedding dresses, Retr…” “Just the dildo, please.” He punches in a few numbers, and you leave the shop in a hurry with your purchase. Not once in the store did you see any advertisements for their bundles or membership scheme. Either that clerk had all that information stored in their head, or you were imagining the whole interaction. Double checking the dildo, you’re glad that it is real, at least. [[Mall<-Return]]

“$n , what’s on your mind today?” “I suppose there’s one thing that’s bugging me. My wife, she wanted me to get her some milk.” Mr Oldenstein and his doctorate in theater (“psychology”), fail to hide his befuddlement. “Some give and take is natural in all relationships. Had she forgotten to get some herself?” “No. Actually, we had plenty in.” “Did she not realize that?” “I told her.” “Perhaps she was just wanting to be prepared. Is there any other reason its on your mind?” “Isn’t it a strange request - to want me to get some milk whilst I’m wearing her lingerie?” “Her li…” “Did I not mention that?” The doc shakes his head. “Oh. Well, yeah.” “And how did she express that?” “Verbally.” “Specifically?” “Well, I was already wearing the lingerie, and then she asked me to get some milk.” “Even though you already had milk?” “Right.” “Is there any reason she asked for milk? Had you been eating spicy food beforehand?” “No. Maybe some mint gum, but nothing too extreme.” “I see. When was this?” “==Tonight== a couple of days ago, late in the evening.” “So you did go? What was that like?” “I did. It was humiliating.” Mr Oldenstein nods. “And I assume you had at least some interaction whilst you were out?” “Too much.” “It’s understandable to feel embarrassed at such things. The important thing is that you didn’t blow it completely out of proportion.” “No, of course not, only a little out of proportion.” “And your wife - what did she say when you had returned with the milk?” “It seemed to be really unimportant to her. I don’t think she ever drank the coffee I made for her.” “Perhaps she changed her mind. Have you ever made those seemingly bizarre requests to her before - ones that might seem strange to everyone else, but in the moment, they seem entirely sensible?” “Hmm…this one time I was reading into the stock market a lot. I got really paranoid, very quickly. Global economics seemed so terrifying, like it all might collapse in an instant. The bank might take all our money, and we’d have nothing.” “A fear many people have.” “Right, except most people don’t take out all their money to store at home.” “I see. And what was your wife’s reaction?” “At first, she thought it would blow over in a couple days. She actually bought me a couple of wallets for me to use.” “You didn’t have one before?” “I did, but I refused to use it - I don’t trust them to not steal my bank pins and copy my ID pictures. But since I was just using cash at this point, $k got me a couple as a “see, I’m encouraging your interests” type of gift. I tried convincing her to take out all her money, too, but she said no, no matter how much I stressed that banks are unsafe and shouldn’t be trusted.” “And what happened next?” “After a week, I’d lost both my wallets, but it wasn’t my fault, I swear. $k was understanding, but ended up suggesting that she look after my money for me. It was a sincere offer. She knew I’d find the inconvenience of not having money on me too annoying, and I’d soon relent and rely on the banks again. But there was something about the way she said it, I didn’t trust her.” “You thought…she was going to steal it?” “Not quite. I became convinced she was a plant by some multi-billion dollar organization to steal my money. It made perfect sense to me, and explained a lot of things that I could never figure out as well, like why someone as perfect as her would want to go out with someone who couldn’t even pass a fire safety class.” “Did you express your concerns to her?” “How could I? A plant isn’t just going to admit to being a plant, are they?” “So what did you do?” “The same as usual. We’d wake up and have breakfast together, and then she’d leave for work. But this time, I followed her. I wanted to see exactly were she was going - I’d never been to her office before.” “And what did you see?” “What do you think I saw? Exactly what was in her job description, that’s what. Worse yet, a receptionist caught me peeking through a window at her. A pair of security were giving me a stern yelling when $k finally noticed and intervened.” “Did you tell her what your fears were?” “I didn’t have the guts to - I was too ashamed. I made some lame excuse that she forgot her lunch, but I’d also forgot to bring it to her. She wouldn’t have bought it from anyone else.” “I see. And you began using the your bank account again?” “A week or so later. My failed stalking attempt also gave me the chance to meet her colleagues, too, so every cloud and all that.” “And you knew trust your wife again, I assume?” “I did, yes, until that time I thought she was an alien sent to Earth to gather information on humanity. But that was a long 6 months.” [[Therapist office<-Return]]

[img[Images/G Dildo stall.gif]] Closing a stall door behind you, triple checking it’s locked, you remove the lengthy dildo from its even lengthier box. In your hand, it’s identical to what you remember from $k ‘s strap on. The materials are definitely the same. The veins might be placed differently, but they’re ultimately easy to overlook. Even the proportions of head to length seem to match up to your memory. Given that you’re currently in the cubicle to practice, and not at all for enjoyment, that similarity is a great thing. Sadly, the experience of sucking your wife’s strap on isnot as easily replicable as you’d hope. For a start, you have to hold the dildo with at least one hand, which means you can’t caress your body with the two of them, something your body would prefer to do right now. The lack of your wife in general proves the experience to be less sexy, and a public toilet is hardly a replacement that compares. Again, you remind yourself, you’re not here for fun. This is about training to be better at sucking dick, which will hopefully achieve something, you’re just not currently sure what. Taking the head in your mouth, you quickly forget about your surroundings. Each suck and lick takes you another step in the direction of dick proficiency - a step which causes gag induced tears to trickle down your face. Occasionally, the slurping sounds you make cause you to stop practicing, lest you arouse unwanted attention. Centimeter by centimeter, you can take the dildo further down your throat, until the only thing that it could possibly be called is deepthroating. It’s a process that takes time, but if there’s onE thing you have, it’s time. After cumulative hours of practice, you exit the stall, confident that your skills will impress $k . [[Toilets<-Return]]

Labels disable, as the old saying goes. The complexity of the “hardware store” belies its title. Not only does it offer the bread and butter items you’d expect to find here, but there’s a selection of printers, too, designed for simple black and white documents, to large, A2 canvases. Connecting your phone to one of the simpler looking printers, you tap on several of your favorite pictures with $k . There’s the time you arranged a surprise anniversary party, only to realize it was a month early, the time $k sarcastically did the same thing the next year, the time the firemen had to be called after you swore to her that you could cook an entire roast dinner by yourself. There are some sweet ones, too, like the time she helped you put a flaming bag of dog waste onto your boss’ porch and then rang the doorbell, or that one time when you couldn’t decide which birthday cake to get her, so you bought out the whole bakery. Selecting those heart-warming images only makes your heart melt more once they’re printed off. In each and every one, she’s either wearing a smile wide across her face, or her eyes are drowning in yours. Such instances of bliss not only bring a tear to your eye, but also make you even more confused at what exactly has gotten into her in the past 2 weeks. True, you were already fearful of the possibilities when she announced the spontaneous trip, but those worries seem justified ever since she got back. If you ever got her a bad gift in the past, she’d still smile and be appreciative, but you’d always make a mental note not to get her it again. \ \ <<if visited("Milk 1") or visited("Milk Punish")>>And that’s not least of it. Being shoved out into the cold night in nothing but her lingerie is an experience you would have bet would only happen in a nightmare. That’s also on top of having to wear that lingerie in the first place, plus the darn chastity cage. It’s confusing, and you hope those are the extent of her “changes”.\ <<elseif visited("Wear Lingerie 1c")>>And that’s hardly the worst of it. Being made to wear her lingerie via her demanding shouts was terrifying, if slightly hot. Of course, that’s in addition to the chastity cage which she insisted on keeping the key for. It’s confusing, and you hope those are the extent of her “changes”.\ <<elseif visited("Ride Home 1c")>>And then there’s the darn chastity cage. Her wanting you to wear it would be one thing, but her also keeping the key? That’s a level of trust that you wouldn’t even give to a superhero. It’s confusing, and you hope it’s the extent of her “changes”.\ <<else>>Then again, you’ve barely talked to her since she got back. Maybe you’ll be in a better position to judge her after spending the night together. At the very least, sex is probably still on the table at some point in the future.<</if>> Bagging up the pictures, which are beautifully framed, you hope $k enjoys these more than she did that lingerie. [[Hardware S<-Return]]

“What the…?” You murmur, the vision of your wife sleeping instantly dissolving, being replaced with a horrible off-black void. “Hey, where’d $k go? I thought I fixed this whole time thing.” “You did.” A ponderous voice echoes from some unknown direction. “Time is just one part of the nexus you call “life”.” “Fantastic, that’s very insightful. Can you bring my wife back now?” “You misunderstand me. I am no more in control of circumstances here than you are.” “So who do I talk to in order to get things going again?” “There is…no one.” “Huh?” “Time isnot as you understand it. The future has yet to be determined. Thing can only progress once…” “Yeah, yeah. So what? I can keep going back, but not any further forward?” “That is correct.” “Great. Back to the mall I go.” <<if $EOCWarning is 1>>*End of current content.<</if>> <<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>>

<<set $Var to random(1, 3)>>\ <<if $Var is 1>>“You return. Lamentably, the future isnot yet ready.” “I guess whoever has “time” on their to-do list isn’t finished yet.” You sigh. “Say, I don’t suppose you know why I’m able to travel through time, do you?” “That is a complicated question. Equally complicated is why you’re here, why your name is $n , or why your wife wants to feminize you. Life is a ride. One cannot hope to understand it. One can only enjoy it, or feel dismay at it.” “Wait, you can see what me and my wife have been doing? Like the whole lingerie and dildo thing?” “That is correct.” “Great. You weren’t…you know…entertaining yourself to it, were you?” “I was not.” … “Nice weather we’re having.” “The void’s embrace is comforting, yes.” //Gee, I bet you’re fun at parties.//\ <<elseif $Var is 2>>“Great” you remark, seeing the unending black void once more. “Are you still here?” “I am present, yes.” “Good. While I’m in your neck of the woods, can you explain to me why I’m able to traverse time?” “Very well. Are you familiar with the notion of the Copenhagen interpretation?” ““Copenhagen?” I should have known the Danes had something to do with this.” “The Copenhagen interpretation is an approach to quantum mechanics. It states that…” the creature pauses, presumably for a deep breath. “...prior to measurement, particles exist in a superposition. It is once the particle is observed that it collapses into a definite state.” “Right, yeah, I //totally// understand. So when my wife went to The Maldives, she was temporarily in a superposition since I couldn’t see her, but once she came back and I could observe her again, I gained the power to manipulate particles?” “That is…incorrect.” “Look, physics was never my strong suit. Can you not simplify it for me?” “My words //are// already simplified for your understanding.” “Can you not simplify them anymore?” You’re certain that you hear a faint, deep sigh. “It cannot be trivialized further. Perhaps you should go back and learn more about quantum physics in school.” “No thanks. Objects in motion stay in motion, unless they crash their car while rubber necking, am I right?” … “So do you get a good reception out here?”\ <<elseif $Var is 3>>“You are here.” Your void dwelling comrade remarks. “The future isnot.” “Yeah, I guessed that. Well, if the future isn’t ready, can you at least give me a clue about it?” “You have knowledge of the past and present. I’m certain you can arrive at a prediction that is accurate yourself.” “Not even a hint?” “Perhaps your wife will take you to a restaurant. Perhaps she will penetrate your anus again. Time will tell.” “Ugh, do you have to say that so clinically?” “Your wife has now inserted a penis substitute into you $TimesFucked times.” “You’ve got a tally chart of that on a wall somewhere, haven’t you?” “Metaphorically speaking, yes.”<</if>> <<if $EOCWarning is 1>>*End of current content.<</if>> <<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>>

<<set $BuyDildo to 4>>\ <<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> [img[Images/Strap on 2.jpg]] After stroking the dildo some more, $k encourages you to suck the dildo. Just as expected. “Sure thing, honey.” You snide, wanting to add a cheeky “I don’t think this will be a challenge at all”, but ultimately deciding against it. <<if $EPlug is 1>>As though having one orifice stuffed wasn’t stimulating enough, the previously static plug in your rear flicks to life in an instant, buzzing with a now familiar rhythm. <</if>>\ You kiss the tip a little, then lick it, along with the rest of cock, in a loving display that’ll also make the blowjob much easier for you. Then, needing very little warm up, you begin throat fucking yourself, plunging your mouth down the phallus. Despite it not being the same dildo your practiced on, all cocks, at some level, are the same. Your lips touch the base without a single gag. “Oh honey, that’s incredible!” $k shrieks, whilst you deepthroat her repeatedly. “I hope you don’t mind me saying, but I always had some suspicions that you’d had some gay experiences before we met. This pretty much confirms that.” //Huh?// //Oh my god, I’ve played myself. In an effort to do well, I’ve impressed $k too much - now she thinks I’ve sucked a dick in the past, and that I might want to suck one again!// //What should I do now? I don’t want to feed into her suspicions anymore, but if I suddenly act like I can’t deepthroat it, she’ll get even more suspicious.// //What if I were to pretend like it was beginner’s luck? Can I act well enough to pull that off?// //Or what if I suddenly pretend I didn’t want to?// //No, she wouldn’t buy that at all. I was far too willing to suck it in the first place. Unle…// “What’s the matter, honey? You’ve slowed down.” //I can’t act like I’m grossed out by it now, either. $k knows me too well, damnit. The best thing I can do now is exactly what I aimed for in my high school exams - to be as mediocre as possible.// Every dozen or so seconds, you fake a cough, and act like the breath you catch is genuine. Over time, you increase the frequency, hoping that she’ll remember the fatigue at the end of the oral sex, rather than the successful beginning. $k , eventually, decides enough is enough. <<if $EPlug is 1>>Now only does she pull out, she also turns off the vibrations of the butt plug.<</if>> “Wow, you were fantastic.” She leans over to whisper in your ear. “And don’t worry. I know you didn’t have sexual experiences of any sort before we met.” //Wait, she was joking?!// <<if visited("Heels 1a")>>[[Heels 2a<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[Heels 1a<-Continue]]<</if>>

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Your loving wife, $k , went on a spontaneous vacation with her friends. That same wife wants you to see a therapist, Mr Oldenstein. You’re experiencing a weird time dilation thing. You’re a //little// insecure. [[Mall<-Continue]]

If only this was the same Mr Oldenstein that you mentioned everything else about your wife’s feminization to, he might be able to put the pieces together. Presently, the dress is just a piece of puzzle that still has many parts missing. “My wife made me put on a dress.” ““Made” you?” “Well, she might as well have. I suppose I should have seen it coming. Maybe I did, but time and my memories have been really complicated lately.” “I see. And this dress, how did it make you feel?” “To tell you the truth, my asshole was still quite sore. My thoughts were more on that.” “Your…?” “Oh, right. Memories again.” You wave a dismissive hand at your skull. “She had just fucked me with a dildo. Nothing too abnormal in our household anymore.” “I see. Returning to the dress, how did it make you feel? Do you have any experiences with feminine clothing like that?” “If you had asked me a week ago, I would have said no. But as we were stood looking at my reflection in a mirror, a memory did occur to me.” “It was a week before high school prom, and I was getting desperate. //Real// desperate.” “You were wanting a date so you wouldn’t feel embarrassed amongst your peers?” “No, I wanted a date so I wouldn’t feel embarrassed in front of my parents. Actually, yes, and my peers, too, I suppose, but mainly my parents. There was one girl in my year, Betty Winford, and I thought she would have said yes. She would have said yes to any guy - she fell off the ugly tree, and hit every branch on the way down, or so they said. But a couple weeks before the prom, just before I was going to swallow my pride and ask her out, she thought it was a great idea to go to a cattle farm. She ended up with anthrax and missed the rest of the semester.” “How unfortunate.” “I know, right? She was my plan D, and even she fell through.” You shake you head. “Well, I almost scared myself with how quickly I came up with a plan E.” “On the Saturday a week before prom, I headed to mall, and straight to the extravagant dress shop. “Full of Envy”, I think it was called. Well, naturally there was a hitch in the plan. See, my plan was to try on a prom dress in the store, take a picture with my face cropped out, then show it to my parents. I’d proudly say something like isn’t “Lisa’s dress so pretty?”, then the day of prom, I’d pretend she was horribly sick and couldn’t make it. I don’t have to go to prom, and my parents are happy. Win/win. Thing is, my confidence evaporated the moment I stepped in the store.” “It was such a foreign environment. There were only women in the store - customers and clerks, and that’s scary enough for me. But the decorations, the music, the dress wearing mannequins every meter against the wall; everything was feminine to the extreme. Plus how bright the lights were. I swear, every droplet of sweat on my forehead felt highlighted. So, that’s when plan E fell through, and in came plan F. Rather than try on a dress in store, I’d just buy it, then take it home. I had enough money saved up, and was willing to buy it if it meant sparing myself an awkward conversation with my folks.” “So you’re saying you’d rather throw money at a problem rather than confront it?” “Doc, I’m in the middle of a story.” “I wanted to be out the store fast, so I just looked for something pretty with little thought. It just needed to be my size, and hang off my shoulders, not my chest. So I bought the thing, and for that brief, 30 second encounter with the checkout lady, I was starting to regret my decision. I just knew she was thinking the worst things about me. “He’s a crossdresser!”, or something like that. In my head, I kept thinking up plausible excuses, like “I’m a photography student, and we need this for a shoot”, you get the picture. I didn’t say any of them, of course, but they helped me calm down a little. Naturally, the clerk didn’t say anything notable either, only offers for future discounts and if I’d like a bag.” “When I got home, I was both relieved to be one step closer to solving my problem, and proud. I’d done something terrifying, something I doubt I thought I could pull off. The dress turned out to be real beautiful, too. It was this light pink number with no sleeves. I was weirdly eager to put it on. I don’t know if that’s because it was pretty, or because I wanted to get my parents off my back.” “The zipper was a struggle, but once the thing was on…man, it was stunning. It went all the way to the floor, well past my feet. I felt like a Christmas tree with the way that it flared out, or a dalek. The ruffles on it moved with every shake and movement, but the way they settled down afterwards was gorgeous, sort of like seeing a butterfly land. And the sparkles, too. Sure, I was still finding the glitter in my clothing years later, but it made the whole thing look breath taking. I could see why a Disney princess might choose to wear one daily.” “I distinctly remember looking in the mirror, seeing the dress mismatched with my face, and just not caring. Sure, I was a guy, and I’d never worn a dress before, but it didn’t matter to me in that moment. It was stunning, and I felt great. So great that I forget why I was wearing it in the first place. I did what I’d normally do in my room - play games or watch TV, only I looked like I was ready to go to a ball attended by birds, princes and animate furniture. That’s when I heard a knock on my door.” ““$n , me and your mother were talking to your uncle Ian, apparently he knows of a great suit company.”” ““Shut up, dad”, “shut up and let me pretty in peace” part of me wanted to scream at him. I couldn’t, for obvious reasons. “Just give me a minute.” I replied, struggling with the zip. Evidently, it was much harder to take off than it was to put on. I made sure to get the right size, too. I then learned why women complain so much about the sizing of their clothes. I tried as hard as I could to pull the damn piece of metal down, but it just wasn’t coming. If I’d scissors nearby, I would have definitely used them.” ““And if you’re still looking for flowers to get your girl, I think there’s a place down the road offering prom discounts. Or if you want, your mom can get some she likes from Zone Shop on Tuesday.”” ““Hold on a moment.” The words left my mouth frantically, and I think that worried him. I heard my bedroom door click open, so I leapt into bed and wrapped the cover over me. I must have looked like something from a cartoon. Never in my life have I done something that efficiently.” ““Are you alright, son?”” ““Fantastic, dad.”” ““Right, well, I suppose we can talk later.”” “He left much more calmly than he entered. A couple seconds after, I realized what he thought he must have walked in on. There wasn’t anything I could say to salvage that. I doubt it did much harm, anyway. He surely knew his son masturbated, it was just one of those unspoken things in the house, like how you don’t mention mom’s horrible cooking.” “But it was too close. The dress was lovely, but I couldn’t risk my parents finding it, especially if I wore it again, for whatever reason.” “Your parents, what would they have said if they did catch you wearing it?” “It wouldn’t have made them yell, and I’m not sure if they’d even be angry. But they’d be disappointed, certainly. My dad would be distraught for a long time. I knew I didn’t live up to his expectations of me, anyway, but that would be a drastic confirmation that I wasn’t the child he hoped for. He’d never look at me the same.” “So what happened after that?” “I took a picture in the dress, one that didn’t show my face. My parents bought it, and I didn’t have to go to prom, so that was a success. I threw the dress away - in a public trash can, too. I felt like a spy. I knew I probably could have returned it, but by that point, I was scared of the thing.” “How so?” “Did you ever see that horror movie, Clown? The one wear the father puts on the evil clown costume for his son’s birthday party, but he can’t take it off? And slowly it makes him become a murderer?” “I think I’m familiar with it.” “A part of me saw the dress like that. As long as I had it, there might be a temptation to put it on, and that would lead to me being caught. And as for the changes…I could already feel myself liking how pretty I felt while wearing it. What if I wanted more of that, and what if that developed? I stood out enough at that age. I didn’t need more reason to.” “Interesting. It sounds to me like you’re treating the dress as a fetish.” “I assure you I am not!” You defensively cry. “I don’t mean in the modern sense of the word. From what you’ve told me, you’re treating the object like it has innate power and value. At the end of the day, it’s a piece of sewn fabric. Those feelings you experienced were coming from inside you, catalysed by the dress, not a result of them.” “Huh.” Confounded, you don’t continue the discussion, and (thankfully), he doesn’t press any further. [[Therapist office<-Return]]

$k ‘s attention turns, suitably enough, to the time. “I spent more time tickling your throat than I thought. The party’s already started.” “Huh? What party?” “I didn’t mention that?” “I would have begged you to not make me go if you had.” “It must have just //slipped// my mind.” “Well, we’re already in the bedroom, so we might as well be asleep.” You shrug your shoulders. “Oh well. But we’ll go to the next one, I promise.” “Not so fast, honey.” She grabs you by the back of your bra strap as you motion towards the bed. “This party is important, and I really want to go.” “Then you can go. I’ll just…stay here, and preferably switch into something more comfortable. Do bras always dig into you like this?” You briefly pull the brassiere away from your skin, noting the imprints its left behind. “You get used to it. And no, we’re going together.” “No, $k , I’m putting my foot down. The cage, the clothes, the dildo - I’ve done a hell of a lot of new things in one night, and it’s late. You’d have to give me a great reason why I have to go to this party, because otherwise I’m getting into bed right now.” “If you don’t come, I won’t be letting you out of that cage.” “I’m in.” $k , an extra hop in her step, dashes over to her closet, and the extensive collection of gorgeous things she regularly adorns her body with. [img[Images/Closet.jpg]] “Damnit, we’re really short on time, and I don’t know which of these would work.” “You look great in them all, honey.” She grunts in response. Instead, she heads over to your closet, which is comparably, and even without comparison, duller than a plastic butter knife. Not a single item in your wardrobe is complimented by the addition of a butterfly print, love heart, ladybug, flower or kiss print. It’s doubtful you have a single shirt that’s more interesting than khaki. “Here.” She calls out in your direction, rather than to you. Her hands toss a vanilla suit with a white shirt, dark blue blazer and matching pants, plus a tie. “This is your nicest one.” “Are you sure? My pajamas would go great right now.” She shakes her head, running to her suitcase to retrieve, though not before adding an extra instruction. “What are you waiting for? Get dressed - and keep the lingerie on.” “Do I have t…” She’s already stopped listening, and even if she still were, you know her answer would be a firm “yes you do.” She’s adamant on you wearing the lingerie, and on going to the party. Perhaps more than wearing the lingerie and going to the party, is the why behind it all. [[Heels 1b<-Continue][$DressA to -2]]

“Do I look as handsome as always?” <<if $MakeupA gt 0>>“I wouldn’t say handsome,” $k replies, having found what she was looking for. “With that makeup, I’d go with cute.” “Great. I’d almost forgotten about the makeup, too. And I suppose it has to stay on, doesn’t it?” $k smirks at you. “Now you’re learning.”\ <<else>>“Just about,” $k replies, having found what she was looking for. “Though you look more anxious than usual.” “I wonder why.” You murmur.<</if>> A pair of black-somethings are lobbed at your feet. Once they land, you quickly identify them as heels. Tall, stiletto-heeled shoes that would cause the wearer teeter an extra 5 inches above their natural height. [img[Images/Black heels.jpg]] “Do you want my help to put them on?” “No, Einstein, I want you to wear them.” “Hey, Einstein wore the same thing everyday, why c…wait, what?” “You can’t act surprised anymore, $n . Of all things you’ve done and worn tonight, heels are hardly the worst. Now quit arguing, and put them on.” “I don’t think the lingerie is going to make me break an ankle.” <<if $FViolence is 1>>“And if you don’t shut up and put them on, I’ll be breaking the rest of your body.”\ <<else>>“Neither will the heels, if you’re sensible about it.” ““Sensible?” What’s sensible about walking a mile per hour just for a couple extra inches?” “If only those extra inches were somewhere else.” $k mutters beneath her breath.<</if>> You take a seat on the bed in order to put on the shoes, and it’s a good job you do, because even sat down they make you lose your balance to a point of nearly toppling over. “Since we’re different sized feet, I’m assuming these are something of a gift?” You snide, making sure they’re secure. “Not something of a gift, they //are// a gift. One of the many souvenirs I brought with me.” She helps you to your feet, and you immediately feel a bizarre mix of feelings. Firstly, there’s the extra height, and boy is great to finally know what’s on top of the wardrobe. Even with that initial excitement, you have no idea why some women would be so adamant on getting a man this naturally tall. Secondly, there’s the matter of balance - a concept which seems to evaporate from your knowledge base. It’s sort of like trying to stand on two separate balls, except the balls are stuck to your feet. Your first step requires an immediate second in order to regain balance, and then a sudden third, fourth and fifth. Instead of falling to the floor, the result is you collapsing against the closet door. Head first. “Oww.” “This is something I had to master when I was a young woman. I’m sure you can do it now.” “Did you also have a fear of heights when you learned to walk in them, and an equally great fear of tripping over?” “No, but I did have to do it while wearing a pencil skirt.” $k helps you to your feet again. “This is really necessary?” You take another couple of steps, and while they do go better than your initial attempt, it still ends with a painful knock against a hard surface. “You want me stumbling around all night like this?” $k ponders the sight before her. Her husband, renowned whiner and excuse maker, is asking for sympathy. Yet, this is the same loving woman you married. Unless she’s on a fast track to sociopathy, she’ll surely take pity on you. //Right?// <<if $GiftGood is 1>>[[Heels 1 Flats<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[Heels 1 Heels<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $HeelsA to 2>>\ <<set $EHeels to 1>>\ “No. The heels were a gift. And as you reminded me in the restaurant, when you got me quite a disappointing present, if I might add, you were eager to receive some of the things I’d brought back. You’ll be wearing the heels.” “Alright.” You sigh. “But you’re taking me to the hospital when I inevitably slip.” … [img[Images/Road 2.jpg]] “So where is this party, anyway?” You ask $k as your respective doors of the car close. <<if $HeelsA isnot -2>>Due to your ineptitude for walking in heels, she insisted on driving, making you the passenger princess, a term which is becoming more apt as the night goes on.<<else>>As usual, you’re in the driver’s seat, and the thin sole offered by the ballet flats makes everything, from the floor of the vehicle, to the pedals, seem much closer. They offer so little protection for your feet that you might as well not even be wearing them.<</if>> “It’s my boss’ do. You remember $Eric, don’t you?” “Of course I do.” //I worry about him making a move on you every weekday.// “He’s still living the bachelor life?” “He is.” //Damn// “But that’s natural when you’re surrounded by models all day, isn’t it? You can hardly blame him for having new obsessions every month.” “I can blame him plenty. Most of us only get one woman.” “And he’s got zero. Really, $n , what we’ve got is so much more special than the petty office flirting and one night stands he has.” “You seem to know an awful lot about his love life. Is that what your 9am meetings are for?” “No, but when you’re in a woman-dominated field like he is, there’s going to be a lot of rumors circling about.” “And what’s the party for? You had that after work thing a few months ago, and that was for his birthday, so what - is it a “ruin $n ‘s night even more celebration”, or something?” “No.” She sighs. “You remember the contract we were negotiating with Pafoste?” ““Pafoste?” Isn’t that a cereal brand?” “I told you about all of this a month ago.” “My mind has been worried thinking about your vacation…among other things.” “Pafoste is a major new player in the retail clothing industry. They were only made 3 years ago, and they’ve already made it onto the Fortune 500 list. $Eric 's been in touch with the owner for the past 6 months, and they’ve been looking to produce a new line of apparel. In his own words, I was instrumental in securing the contract. It was signed a week ago.” “Huh.” It’s strange you can’t remember her mentioning this before, but you were telling the truth - this time travel thing is taxing on your brain. “But you were in The Maldives a week ago.” “All of the legwork was done before I left. The rest of it was just a formality. $Eric gave me his approval, anyway.” //I don’t remember you asking me for any approval.// “So the vacation was because of that? A reward for your hard work?” “Not at all.” She turns to look at you. “It was a spontaneous thing, $n .” Her eyes return ahead. “You should try spontaneity some time.” “Did you think I was going to be wearing all this this morning?” You wave a hand at your clothing. “And in case it needed to be said, you need to be on your best behavior tonight. $Eric 's going to be elated to see me again, and there’s probably going to be a few of our clients there. We don’t want a repeat of //last time//.” There’s a painful pause in the conversation. “His arm was around your waist. How am I supposed to respond to that?” “Not by through a bust at him.” “But I…” “Enough. We’re here.” [[Party 1a<-Continue]]

“Especially given my disdain for thirds.” “I’m sorry?” “$k rolls her eyes at it, but I’m completely serious. I think the number 3 isnot only overrated, but downright evil. People say 1 is the loneliest number, but it’s actually the second loneliest. The real loneliest number is 3. Think about it: you’re are at a bar with two friends. They’re chatting away about some adventure they’ve been on, and there you are, left trying to catch up with their conversation. I’d rather be alone than left on the porch like that. Say you’re having a threesome - sure, you could always do 3 person acts, like cunnilingus and a blowjob, but it becomes so gimmicky after a while (I’d assume). One person is going to be left watching, eager to join in again, while the others go at it.” “And then there’s the unaware aspect to it. Sticking with the threesome metaphor, let’s say I’m having sex with one woman. How can I be sure the other person isn’t laughing behind my back about my penis, my performance, or my skittish moans? They could be messaging their friends about how comically bad I am in bed, and I’d be clueless.” “That’s not even mentioning that 3 people is the start of a group; 2 is just a pair, and groups are when people really start to get scary.” “Don’t bother trying to list the positives of 3s, either. I don’t care about the structural integrity of triangles, or the third Lord of the Rings being the best.” “Interesting.” “You prefer The Two Towers?” “No, I’m referring to your disdain for the number 3. It seems to me like you have an affinity for a natural view of things. That is, twos. Nature loves its pairs. We have two eyes, ears, legs and arms. Traditionally speaking, there are two sexes. It’s a normal way for people to view the world in such a way. Unfortunately, nature can also be unpredictable, and when things come along which do not meet the expected dual format, some feel distressed. You view sex, not in your fantasies, but in reality, as an act between two people: you and your wife. A third person being added into the mix has turned your view and experience of sex on its head.” “Huh.” “There are several ways to reduce that fear, but the most reliable is also the simplest: exposure therapy. If you want to get more comfortable sharing the bedroom with 2 people or more, you would have to gain more familiarity with that situation.” “So…you want my wife to cuck me?” “What I’m saying is that if this becomes a frequent occurrence in your life, you will grow more comfortable with it as time goes on. It will be so natural that you won’t even notice the change in your mindset.” “Nature can be a brutal enemy, but it can be an equally helpful ally.”

<<set $DressA to -2>><<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> “I spent more time tickling your throat than I thought.” “Why have we got a party to go to, or something?” You snide, struggling to hide the grin from your face. $k looks at you intently. “Yeah…we do. How did you know?” “Lucky guess. I suppose I’ll have to get dressed.” “What? You’re not even going to complain about me making us go?” “Complain? Me? Never. Besides, you’re the one who’s going to be getting me out of this chastity cage. It’s in my best interest to not disagree with you.” $k has becoming increasingly less speechless as she’s been married to you longer, but sometimes, when you’re just paranoid enough, you get to surprise her. Given the circumstances, it’s understandable why she’s lost for words right now. “I…I couldn’t have said it better myself.” She briefly looks in her closet, groaning at the sight inside. “We don’t have enough time to do this properly.” Shaking her head in frustration, she marches over to your closet, and throws a blue suit at you. “Here.” <<if $HeelsA lte 0>>“I’ll get dressed right away. And for shoes?” “Something special.” She replies, satisfied. From her suitcase, she tosses the black heels at your feet. “And you want me to wear these?” “I don’t just want you to, you will.” “Can’t argue with that logic.” You shrug your shoulders, sitting down to put them on. “Having a stupid position has never stopped you from disagreeing with me in the past.” “Times change.” You stumble to your feet. Sadly, your prophetic knowledge of the future doesn’t help you balance in the practically draconian torture devices called “heels”. $k sees your struggle, but doesn’t seem inclined to help. “Do you really have nothing easier to walk in?”\ <<else>>"Your heels should still work well." Given how much time you spent to get adept at such an art, it'd certianly be a shame to not put those abilities to use.<</if>> <<if $HeelsA gte 1>>[[Heels Already<-Continue]]\ <<elseif visited("Heels 1 Heels") and visited("Heels 1 Flats")>>[[Heels 2 Skip<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $GiftGood is 0>>[[Heels 1 Heels<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $GiftGood is 1>>[[Heels 1 Flats<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $HeelsA to -2>>\ <<set $EHeels to 1>>\ “Fine.” $k , more aggressively this time, marches over to her suitcase and removes a second black-somethings. This time, ballet flats. They’re tossed with equal aggression at your feet. “Put them on and we can get going.” You breathe a heavy sigh of relief. “Thanks, honey.” Still annoyed, she doesn’t acknowledge your words. Switching out the heels for the flats, you briefly compare the change in altitude to something an astronaut might feel when readapting to a planet’s gravity. As much as you’d love to be just a little taller, the heels are not the way to go about it. Hell, you’d prefer one of those classic Guy-Fawkes stretching machines to nearly breaking a closet mirror. "Enough whining. Let's go." … [img[Images/Road 2.jpg]] “So where is this party, anyway?” You ask $k as your respective doors of the car close. <<if $HeelsA isnot -2>>Due to your ineptitude for walking in heels, she insisted on driving, making you the passenger princess, a term which is becoming more apt as the night goes on.<<else>>As usual, you’re in the driver’s seat, and the thin sole offered by the ballet flats makes everything, from the floor of the vehicle, to the pedals, seem much closer. They offer so little protection for your feet that you might as well not even be wearing them.<</if>> “It’s my boss’ do. You remember $Eric, don’t you?” “Of course I do.” //I worry about him making a move on you every weekday.// “He’s still living the bachelor life?” “He is.” //Damn// “But that’s natural when you’re surrounded by models all day, isn’t it? You can hardly blame him for having new obsessions every month.” “I can blame him plenty. Most of us only get one woman.” “And he’s got zero. Really, $n , what we’ve got is so much more special than the petty office flirting and one night stands he has.” “You seem to know an awful lot about his love life. Is that what your 9am meetings are for?” “No, but when you’re in a woman-dominated field like he is, there’s going to be a lot of rumors circling about.” “And what’s the party for? You had that after work thing a few months ago, and that was for his birthday, so what - is it a “ruin $n ‘s night even more celebration”, or something?” “No.” She sighs. “You remember the contract we were negotiating with Pafoste?” ““Pafoste?” Isn’t that a cereal brand?” “I told you about all of this a month ago.” “My mind has been worried thinking about your vacation…among other things.” “Pafoste is a major new player in the retail clothing industry. They were only made 3 years ago, and they’ve already made it onto the Fortune 500 list. $Eric 's been in touch with the owner for the past 6 months, and they’ve been looking to produce a new line of apparel. In his own words, I was instrumental in securing the contract. It was signed a week ago.” “Huh.” It’s strange you can’t remember her mentioning this before, but you were telling the truth - this time travel thing is taxing on your brain. “But you were in The Maldives a week ago.” “All of the legwork was done before I left. The rest of it was just a formality. $Eric gave me his approval, anyway.” //I don’t remember you asking me for any approval.// “So the vacation was because of that? A reward for your hard work?” “Not at all.” She turns to look at you. “It was a spontaneous thing, $n .” Her eyes return ahead. “You should try spontaneity some time.” “Did you think I was going to be wearing all this this morning?” You wave a hand at your clothing. “And in case it needed to be said, you need to be on your best behavior tonight. $Eric 's going to be elated to see me again, and there’s probably going to be a few of our clients there. We don’t want a repeat of //last time//.” There’s a painful pause in the conversation. “His arm was around your waist. How am I supposed to respond to that?” “Not by through a bust at him.” “But I…” “Enough. We’re here.” [[Party 1a<-Continue]]

[img[Images/Mansion.jpg]] <<if $HeelsA gt 0>>You exit the car, teetering on heels so unstable you could swear there were wheels on the bottom. Hopefully you’ll be able to sit down for the majority of the party.\ <<else>>You exit the car, thankful for shoes that don’t destroy your sense of balance.<</if>> It’s as your glancing down at the footwear that you have a nasty revelation. “Wait a minute - these shoes are so open. Everyone is going to see the stockings!” $k rolls her eyes, giving her makeup a final once-over in a pocket mirror. “Stop blowing things out of proportion. They’ll see a couple inches of nylon //if// they look down at your feet.” “And let me guess, all your friends are foot fetishists. I know how my luck works.” “That’s the first I’m hearing of it. Honey, these are fashion people. If they do notice them, they’re likely to compliment you on your bold choice in style, not mock you.” Your eyes work upwards towards your chest. A second nasty realization hits, this one slightly scarier. “And the bra?” Through the thin white material, there’s a distinct bulge protruding forward, and the color of the bra contrasts with the shirt to create the impression of a particularly feminine shadow. “An even bolder fashion statement.” “Why don’t I just walk in naked, instead?” She stares at you with terrifying face of ambiguity, like she’d taken poker lessons whilst she were away. “That was a joke.” She leads you up the walkway to $Eric 's house, regional manager of the modeling branch that $k assists in running things at. Though you’ve been here before, you thought your last performance with her colleagues would result in a strict wifely ban to associate with them for at least a year. At the very least, you’re certain $Eric would put in a polite request with your wife for her to keep an eye on you at these types of events. [[Party 1b<-Continue]]

[img[Images/Chandalier.jpg]] The house is just as pretentious as the last time you were here, maybe more. The snob actually has a red rug leading from the front door to his stairwell, and the whole walls are painted in a manner that you’d assume the Palace of Versailles is like inside, or an old fashioned theatre that only did opera. And then there’s the chandeliers…the chandeliers! Anything dangling over your head is a no-no, but when they’re heavier than you can carry and feature enough glass to make a restaurant’s worth of glasses, you have to walk around its inevitable trajectory. Not to forget the paintings that hang suspiciously straight every 6 feet, like the man had a safe be… “$k , it’s great to see you again!” $Eric calls out, kissing her on each cheek. “$n ,” his attention shifts to you. \ \ <<if $DrawingA is 1>>His eyes struggle to distinguish the writing on your face. The ruffians you ran into earlier clearly didn't take a caligraphy course. "I like c...how classy." He murmurs, likely assuming it was $k 's doing.\ <<elseif $MakeupA gt 0>>He’s startled slightly at your appearance. This close, he can see every minute detail of your makeup, and your nails, as long as they are, prove impossible to ignore, too. Still, perhaps $k ‘s words were true. Maybe fashionable people will be accepting of this kind of thing. “Nice lipstick.” He chuckles, with just short of the necessary sarcasm necessary to call him out on it. <</if>>“I trust you won’t be throwing anymore marble-encaptured visages of Shakespeare at anyone tonight; the last one was dreadfully hard to replace.” “My husband is still terribly sorry.” She subtly elbows you. “Yes, incredibly sorry. How is your brother’s toe?” “The recovery process has been unexpectedly arduous. Come, you must meet our guests.” <<if $HeelsA isnot -2>>As he heads off, that’s when the click-clack of heels sets off alarm bells in his head. $k is wearing them, too, but he’s obviously picked up on the dual sets of sexy steps heralding a woman in heels. Or in your case, a man. He turns around to confirm his suspicions, and the excruciating time he waits before uttering a tease makes you wish he were quicker witted. “I thought you were taller than normal.” He leads you both to the lounge, where there are at least a dozen and a half guests. Hopefully they dismiss the click-clack as being your wife’s feet, but it will require you to keep in step with her.\ <<else>>He leads you both to the lounge, where there are at least a dozen and a half mingling people all dressed just as formally as $k insisted on. It’s doubtful any of the men in here are wearing lingerie, or a chastity cage, though.<</if>> [[Party 1c<-Continue]]

<<set $EHeels to 1>>\ <<if $GiftGood is 1>><<set $HeelsA to -2>>“Fine.” $k retrieves a pair of black flats and throws them at your feet. “Thanks.” //Can’t believe I’m having to say thank you for that. Ballet flats over heels…what a strange day.//\ <<elseif $GiftGood is 0>><<set $HeelsA to 2>>“No. The heels were a gift. And as you reminded me in the restaurant, when you got me quite a disappointing present, if I might add, you were eager to receive some of the things I’d brought back. You’ll be wearing the heels.” “If you insist.”<</if>> [img[Images/Road 2.jpg]] Unfortunately, the car ride to $Eric 's house doesn’t result in his sudden cancelling of plans, nor his sudden murder, no matter how much you cross your fingers. At the very least, you can impress $k with your supposed great memory of things she talked about weeks ago, like this big contract of hers. The brownie points that buys you doesn’t convince her to turn the car around, though you do ask as nicely as physically possible. Once you arrive outside of $Eric 's pretentiously big and suspiciously well manicured garden, the walk to the porch is much the same. And given the lack of effect it had the first time, you don’t even bother complaining about the visibility of your lingerie beneath the thin protection of your suit. [[Party 2a<-Continue]]

<<set $BuyHeels to 1>>\ <<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> You've unlocked a new item at the clothing store! The party is more painful than any other event of its nature that $k has dragged you to. For a start, your appearance, which now has so many new, unfamiliar elements that it’s hard to keep track of them all, keeps you painfully alert. How are you supposed to relax when you have to be concerned over how the chastity cage protrudes in your pants, or how the rear might be sporting pantylines. And as you’re reminded Monday through Friday from 9am to 5pm, time goes //much// slower when you’re alert. As great as your time-traveling abilities have proven, each conversation you overhear is a chance to overhear more about what $k got up to on her trip, and that means a chance to figure out why she’s obsessed with sissifying you. So, you remain painfully in the moment. For the same reason that you want to get more information on $k ‘s vacation, you can’t do your normal social routine of spending 30 minutes in the bathroom watching videos. Where it an actual bar or restaurant, you’d get up for some distraction-juice, but walking around only draws attention to yourself.<<if $HeelsA gt 0>> Plus, not only would the clicking of heels in tune with each of your step point people to your shoes, but if you fell over, every eye in the room, even those of the void-of-emotion appearing waitresses, would be on you.<</if>><<if $NailsA gt 0>> Additionally, you’d have to keep a glass either in your hand, or in reach on a table. In both circumstances, your hands would be exposed, opening up the opportunity for manicure-related derision. As is, they remain comfortable in your pockets.<</if>> It’s hardly accurate to say the conversations to be had are riveting, too. You gathered in just the time between entering the room and sitting down that most of the guests do something fashion related, or are married to/dating/the escort of someone who is. So many of the words and brands that get thrown around sound to you like something from a Tolkien novel, even with your discussions with $k . On the topic of your increasingly bizarre wife, she’s mingling with anyone and everyone, even the paid help. Come to think of it, she was elated earlier in the airport, and the restaurant. You assumed it was because she was seeing you again. A little later on, you added the addendum that it was because she could feminize you also. Now, she’s showing more interest in strangers than you. You can only conclude that your earlier activities - dinner, the cage, lingerie, the strapon - was play. This is work. After signing one contract, she’s looking for the next one. Having her doting husband on her arm must be a weird, unspoken social requirement. [[Party Hub<-Continue]]

[img[Images/Mansion.jpg]] “$k , it’s great to see you again!” $Eric calls out, kissing her on each cheek. “$n ,” his attention shifts to you. \ \ <<if $DrawingA is 1>>His eyes struggle to distinguish the writing on your face. The ruffians you ran into earlier clearly didn't take a caligraphy course. "I like c...how classy." He murmurs, likely assuming it was $k 's doing.\ <<elseif $MakeupA gt 0>>He’s startled slightly at your appearance. This close, he can see every minute detail of your makeup, and your nails, as long as they are, prove impossible to ignore, too. Still, perhaps $k ‘s words were true. Maybe fashionable people will be accepting of this kind of thing. “Nice lipstick.” He chuckles, with just short of the necessary sarcasm necessary to call him out on it. \ <<elseif $BodysuitA is 1>>"Huh." He mumbles, staring at your chest with the same subtlety you expect he'd show anyone with breasts.<</if>>“I trust you won’t be throwing anymore marble-encaptured visages of Shakespeare at anyone tonight? The last one was dreadfully hard to replace.” “My husband is still terribly sorry.” She subtly elbows you. “Yes, incredibly sorry. How is your brother’s toe?” “The recovery process has been unexpectedly arduous. Come, you must meet our guests.” <<if $HeelsA gt 0>>As he heads off, that’s when the click-clack of heels sets off alarm bells in his head. $k is wearing them, too, but he’s obviously picked up on the dual sets of sexy steps heralding a woman in heels. Or in your case, a man. He turns around to confirm his suspicions, and the excruciating time he waits before uttering a tease makes you wish he were quicker witted. “I thought you were taller than normal.” He leads you both to the lounge, where there are at least a dozen and a half guests. Hopefully they dismiss the click-clack as being your wife’s feet, but it will require you to keep in step with her.\ <<else>>He leads you both to the lounge, where there are at least a dozen and a half mingling people all dressed just as formally as $k insisted on. It’s doubtful any of the men in here are wearing lingerie, or a chastity cage, though.<</if>> [[Party Hub<-Continue]]

<<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> <<if visited("Anal 1a") is 0>>That theory, as confident as you become in it, doesn’t quite explain what $k whispers in your ear after seemingly remembering you’re her husband. “Me and $Eric need to have a chat. We won’t be long.” “And then we can leave?” She’s not out of earshot, though she pretends to be oblivious nonetheless. $Eric is waiting by the stairs for her, and the two walk up side by side. //Great.// The only crutch you actually had(even partially) has now disappeared. That party is still in full swing, even without the host, leaving you to either twiddle your thumbs, or wait for $k to return, but who knows how long that might be? //Oh wait, nevermind. I can just speed up through this.//\ <<else>>The familiar sight of $k following $Eric upstairs, to do know who-knows-what, unfortunately plagues your vision. Worse, you can’t get his smug grin out of your mind even once he’s disappeared up the stairs. Thankfully, you’re creative enough to come up with your own fun, even when your wife is away.<</if>> <<if $BuyBribe is 1 or $ConLine is 2>>[[Assistant 0<-Talk to Danielle]]\ <<elseif $ConLine is 5>>[[Assistant Dress 1<-Talk to Danielle]]\ <<elseif $ConLine gt 6>>[[Assistant Final<-Talk to Danielle]]\ <<elseif $BuyBribe is 2>>[[Assistant necklace<-Give Danielle the necklace]]\ <<elseif $BuyBribe is 0>>[[Party Guests<-Talk to the other guests]]<</if>> <<if $ConMaid gte 3>>[[Maid 0<-Talk to the maid again]]\ <<elseif $BuyCream is 2>>[[Maid Cream<-Give the maid the cream]]\ <<elseif $BuyCream is 1>>[[Maid 0<-Talk to the maid again]]\ <<elseif $BuyPersp is 1>>[[Maid 0<-Talk to the maid again]]\ <<elseif $BuyPersp is 2>>[[Give the maid the antiperspirant]]\ <<elseif $BuyPersp is 0>>[[Party Maid<-Talk to one of the maids]]<</if>> <<if visited("Anal 1d") is 0>>[[Anal 1a<-Wait]]\ <<elseif $EPlug is 1 and visited("Anal Plugged 1a") is 0>>[[Anal Plugged 1a<-Wait]]\ <<elseif $EPlug is 1 and visited("Anal Plugged 1a")>>[[Anal Plugged 1a<-Wait]]\ <<elseif visited("Anal 1d")>>[[Anal 2a<-Wait]]<</if>>

[img[Images/Party people.jpg]] Owing to your limited visits to $k ‘s place of work, you can’t actually recognize anyone that’s not the snob who lives here. At least the rest of the guests seem amiable. The conversations that you’ve been forced to hear, never once taking part, aren’t disagreeable, but that’s heavily due to your ignorance when it comes to fashion. And as usual, checking out the attractive women around you makes you wonder the point in talking anyway. Still, conversation might prove good for your soul. Given that you’ve only spoken to post vacation $k and Mr Oldenstein as of late, treading new ground is a bizarrely agreeable prospect. “$Eric 's really pushing it lately. I think by his Christmas party he’ll have gotten a whole staff force for these things.” “If I had just shook hands with Pafoste, I’d be tempted to retire.” “You know him, though. I don’t know what motivates him - an extra digit in his bank account? More fine art?” “A new house?” “I think we both know he’s looking for a new house.” One of them snides, just now picking up on your sudden interest. “Your $k ‘s husband, right? You must be pretty proud.” “Two weeks without $k was certainly stressful, but I’m glad to be through it.” They roll their eyes. “We’re discussing the contract $Eric just signed with Pafoste - the one your wife initiated, wrote up and got a signature on.” “Oh, right.” //$k said she was instrumental in finishing it, I didn’t know she was that important.// “Of course. $k is always full of surprises as of late.” “She enjoyed her trip to New Hattan, I hope?” ““New Hattan?” I think you mean The Maldives.” “No, no, before that. What would it have been…the third? About 3 weeks ago.” “You must be thinking about someone else. $k ‘s never been to that horrific city.” ““Horrific?” Now you’re the one who’s mistaken. That place is beautiful: shops down every street, brownstones so high you can’t see the clouds, monthly parades.” “I’ve had far too many nightmares about being trampled to go to a parade.” “I’d move there myself, but the rent on some of those apartments is so steep; I’ll be saving up for a long time.” “You’re certain it was $k that went there?” “Pretty certain. We never got a chance to chat again before her trip to The Maldives.” “I see.” //$k didn’t mention that first trip…I don’t think. New Hattan isn’t too far away. She could have gone during the day and been back in the evening - just like she’d gone out for drinks with the girls.// “Talk to her assistant if you don’t believe me.” The guest points to a woman mingling across the room. She’s young, and almost as beautiful $k . “$k ‘s got an assistant?” “Don’t you pay attention to anything your wife says?” Your eyes lock on the woman - $k ‘s supposed assistant. You’ve already learned more from talking to these two guests, but if anyone will know more (that isn’t $Eric), it’s her. [[Party Guests Assistant<-Approach the assistant]]

<<set $ConMaid to 1>>\ <<set $BuyPersp to 1>>\ [img[Images/Maid 2.jpg]] With little else to do for the past hour, you’ve managed to identify three separate maids. They’re all dressed the same, with a classic black and white maid outfit complimented by mary janes of the former color, and some sort of hosiery of the latter. Sadly, their look isnot as fetishized as the modern idea of a maid. <<if $HeelsA is -2>>Their skirt lengths are quite practical, and the height of their heels make them quite comparable to the flats you’re wearing.<<else>>Their skirt lengths are quite practical, and the height of their heels aren’t remotely close to your own.<</if>> Quite impressively, from what you’ve seen, the trio are all sporting fine manicures. Despite the constant manual tasks they’re //maid// to do, you’ve not yet seen a chipped nail whenever they offer a guest a top up, or some hors d'oeuvres. Similarly, their hair is as professional as you’d expect from a red carpet affair. Two pig tails on each of them help show off their beautiful face. And of the three, you’ve seen that one of them, curiously the one who seems the youngest, is some sort of leader. The other two defer to her, their several approaches suggest. The assumed leader is also standing constant guard near the staircase, either to welcome in new guests, or have an eye on the lounge in case there’s something that needs attention. Rising from the deep sinkhole you’d made in of the couch, you approach her. [img[Images/Maid 1.jpg]] “Hi there. Wherever you got these triangle sandwiches from, I have to congratulate you; they’re fantastic.” “Oh,” she visibly blushes “thank you. I’ll be sure to pass on your kind words to the chef.” “Does $Eric always have a chef around?” You ask, as if you needed another reason to loathe the man. “At least every other week. Mr Yosdel enjoys his parties. " “I gathered that.” Breaking his brother’s toe really saved you a lot of heartache. “And what about you? How long have you been working for him?” “For the past two years, but full-time for the past 6 months.” “Oh? I don’t recall seeing you at the last party I came to.” “Ah.” She remarks, immediately understanding your confusion. “We-me and the other maids-have changed our dress for formal events like these.” “Right, I see.” You slowly reply, getting a slightly better image of the last time $k dragged you here. From your //questionable// memory, they were wearing a much more modern get-up, featuring pants and a waistcoat. “$Eric 's now demanding to be treated like Queen Victoria, I see.” The lady giggles, but hides her face a little. “Mr Yosdel is a great employer. Admittedly, it’s a…tad outdated, but it’s not deserving of complaint.” “You certainly make it work.” She blushes, much more intently this time. She’s so flustered, that she picks at the collar on her dress, waving a hand in her face slightly in order to cool down. //Not normally the effect that I have on women, but I’ll take it.// “Forgive me for bothering you about this, but I don’t suppose you’ve seen a bottle of antiperspirant, do you? I had some in my handbag, but it’s just…vanished.” “I can’t say that I have, and mine is in my other suit jacket.” “Of course, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.” The woman picks at her collar some more, and you think she even itches her breast from outside the silk fabric, though she’s clearly trying to be subtle. Perhaps out of embarrassment, or maybe she hates you as much as you imagine everyone does, she checks in on the other guests, leaving you without companionship once more. If you had a beard, or the ability to grow one, you’d currently be scratching it. $Eric has always been pretentious, vain, arrogant, obnoxious, borderline elitist, and looking like he just got done with a teeth whitening appointment, but requiring the staff to wear something as archaic as a maid outfit seems a little much, even for him. More concerning is the standard the maid held herself to. She was embarrassed to show the slightest amount of humanity in asking for help from you. It was also as you spoke to her that you noticed the heavy amount of makeup she had on, much more than what you’d expect from the usual woman in her position. //Maybe $Eric 's gotten worse in the past year. God help us…// You shake off horrid thought like you were a wet dog. Still, she looked to be in need of a helping hand, and a can of deodorant is hardly a lot to ask for. //You’ve unlocked a new item at the pharmacy!// <<if visited("Anal 1d") is 0>>[[Anal 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $EPlug is 1 and visited("Anal Plugged 1a") is 0>>[[Anal Plugged 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $EPlug is 1 and visited("Anal Plugged 1a")>>[[Anal Plugged 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif visited("Anal 1d")>>[[Anal 2a<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $ConMove to 1>>\ <<set $ConLine to 1>>\ <<set $BuyLadder to 1, $BuyBribe to 1>>\ [img[Images/Party assistant.jpg]] “Hi there, you must be $k ‘s assistant.” Her eyes light up as she recognizes who’s talking to her. “She mentioned me? That means so much - she talks about you a lot, too!” “Of course she mentioned you,” you lie, mostly sure $k actually hasn’t. “She’s always got great things to say.” “That’s so sweet. She’s been a great person to learn from. In fact, she’s got a picture of you two right next to her computer.” “Sounds just like her. I’m just sorry you’ve got to put up with $Eric.” “He’s got a tough exterior, but the longer I’ve know him, the more I actually enjoy his presence. Frankly, though,” she leans in close enough to whisper. “Since it’s still in the planning stage, I shouldn’t say much, but I’m not a huge fan of this contract with Pafoste.” “I thought it was a big deal.” “It is, don’t get me wrong. I just think the line might be a bit too revolutionary. If it fails, $Eric 's going to be a joke. Even worse, it might hurt $k ‘s career.” “What exactly do you mean by revolutionary? Is $Eric putting out spacesuits or something?” “No, it’s…I shouldn’t say much more. I’m assuming $k hasn’t mentioned it you for a reason.” “I think she wanted you to have the honor.” The woman half blushes, half rolls her eyes. “You’re just as she described.” //Damnit.// “It’s nice to finally meet you, at least. Now you can finally put a face to the name “Danielle”. “And what a pretty face it is.” You shake hands, and she returns to mingling with the other guests. //I can’t get anymore out of her like this, she’s clearly too loyal, and doesn’t trust me enough. While I might not be able to reduce her loyalty to $Eric, maybe I can get her to like me more with some classic bribery. Something shiny should work.// //You’ve unlocked a new item at the jewelry store!// //And then there’s this trip those twits were on about. I’m certain $k didn’t mention it. Would she have lied? Or was it just an omission of the truth? Maybe this time travel thing is screwing with my head more than I thought, and she did tell me. I have to find out. If I can get into her office at home, I might discover the truth.// //You’ve unlocked a new item at the hardware store!// <<if visited("Anal 1d") is 0>>[[Anal 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $EPlug is 1 and visited("Anal Plugged 1a") is 0>>[[Anal Plugged 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $EPlug is 1 and visited("Anal Plugged 1a")>>[[Anal Plugged 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif visited("Anal 1d")>>[[Anal 2a<-Continue]]<</if>>

[img[Images/Party assistant.jpg]] You repeat the same song and dance with Danielle - “Nice to meet you.” “She’s told me so many great things.” “She never said you were this pretty.” “Boo, $Eric.” “Those are some lovely earrings.” Of course, some of those are just to set the groundwork for her gift. “Actually,” you take out the the opulent box containing the gold crafted necklace. “$k was talking about just how helpful you’ve been, and I suggested she get you a gift as a thank you. Since she’s wondered off, I think it’d be appropriate for me to give it to you.” One hand heads to her heart whilst the other receives it. Her shocked expression doesn’t hide anything - she’s stunned and flattered. “Oh, $n , you don’t even know me!” She laughs flirtatiously. “$k never mentioned you were this thoughtful.” The branding of the box immediately tells her its something expensive, but when she slides off the box to peak inside, her eyes open wide like they were doing an impression of her mouth. [img[Images/Necklace.jpg]] “It’s gorgeous!” She places down the open box in her lap, and holds up the necklace with two hands. “I don’t know what to say.” “It’s 30 karat gold, you know.” Taken back by the item’s beauty, she struggles to come up with a response. “I…thank you, $n . It’s a shame we hadn’t met sooner.” “Certainly.” A part of you laments that letting her keep the necklace probably isn’t a good idea. You don’t want Danielle relaying this story to $k - that would point out some big inconsistencies. Thankfully, reversing time doesn’t mean she’s robbed of it, she just never had it in the first place. Speaking of what you want, you redirect the conversation to the new line $Eric 's company has with Pafoste. “So tell me more about what $k has been having you do recently. I hope she’s made sure you get some of the credit for the contract with Pafoste.” “She made sure to point it out to everyone in the office.” Danielle laughs, and you can vividly imagine your wife doing just that. “I hope you know you can be honest with me, because I have a question for you.” You lean in closer so that you may whisper and have your deceptive words be heard. “Because to tell you the truth, I’m a little worried about this contract. $k has made $Eric 's company’s new line of clothing to sound so…revolutionary. I’m worried that if it doesn’t work out, $Eric might be of as a joke. And worse, $k .” Danielle takes a heavy gulp, and nods slightly in affirmation. “I’ve said the exact same things to her. Has she shown you any of the designs?” You shake your head. Danielle, believing you to be a trustworthy confidant, takes out her phone, taps away at a few buttons, and a selection of images appear. There’s nothing immediately peculiar about any of them. In fact, even as Danielle swipes to pictures of the individual items, no aspect stands out. The dresses, skirts, blouses, heels, handbags, purses, scarves, hats, and even the complementary jewelry - they’re as benign as anything that these party guests are wearing. “I don’t get it. Why was she so worried about this being controversial? It seems like any other line of women’s clothing.” “That’s the thing. It’s not a women’s line.” “It’s a men’s.” [[Assistant Necklace 2<-...]]

[img[Images/Maid 2.jpg]] <<if $ConMaid gte 3>>You spend a while chatting to the maid, just as before. You do feel a strange comradery with her - you’re both kept in chastity by people you’re //subservient// to, just by varying degrees. Thing is, you have the option of moaning to your wife, going for a car ride, or heading to couple’s therapy, were such a thing ever necessary. None of the maids have such a luxury. Instead, they have to endure the clamps, chastity, and worst of all, $Eric, unless they want to be fired, and never be able to see their heavenly gates again.\ <<elseif $BuyCream is 1>>You spend a while chatting to the maid, just as before. You’re a little smug during the conversation, armed with the knowledge that she’s wearing a set of nipple clamps. In fact, you can make out the impression they make against the fabric of her dress, though for obvious reasons, you try not to stare. Unfortunately, you can’t get any more information from her through nice manners and an inquisitive tone. If you want to uncover what’s gotten her so flustered, you’re going to need to help out her sore nipples.\ <<elseif $BuyPersp is 1>>You spend a while chatting to the maid, just as before. No matter how you approach the conversation, she remains steadfast in respect towards her boss, regardless of how creative your insults are. She’s also just as quietly irritated as before, playing with her collar when she believes you and everyone else are not looking. Notably, she doesn’t reiterate her request for assistance in finding her misplaced antiperspirant, but you attribute that to the differing conversation.<</if>> <<if visited("Anal 1d") is 0>>[[Anal 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $EPlug is 1 and visited("Anal Plugged 1a") is 0>>[[Anal Plugged 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $EPlug is 1 and visited("Anal Plugged 1a")>>[[Anal Plugged 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif visited("Anal 1d")>>[[Anal 2a<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $BuyCream to 1>>\ <<set $ConMaid to 2>>\ [img[Images/Maid 2.jpg]] After repeating the amiable words that you did during your first encounter with the maid, she eventually asks the words for which you can provide the perfect answer. “Forgive me for bothering you about this, but I don’t suppose you’ve seen a bottle of antiperspirant, do you? I had some in my handbag, but it’s just…vanished.” “I’ve not seen yours, but I do have my wife’s with me.” You hold the canister. “Go ahead; she won’t mind.” A grateful smile across her face, she takes it, and, as subtly as possible, sprays it under her arms. “Thanks.” As her arm reaches to pass it back to you, her bicep brushes against the clothing over her nipple, and she winces in pain. A second later, a light “clank” is heard as a piece of metal strikes the floor. You both look down to see a nipple clamp. “I guess the dress doesn’t have to be short for you to be kinky.” You laugh, hoping to dispel the awkwardness. Given your own attire, you can hardly mock her for wearing such a thing. “This is…I’m sorry.” She scoops it back up, and turns away from the crowd yet again to put the clamp back on. “Mmhm.” She moans, half in pain, half in pleasure. “If you don’t have pockets, I could always look after it for you.” “It’s not that, sir. I just…I don’t suppose you have any numbing cream on you?” “Why would I have numbing cream?” “You’re right. I’m sorry, I’m just a little distracted.” “If I get you some numbing cream, will you tell me what’s going on?” She nods her head slightly. “Sure.” “Okay then.” //You’ve unlocked a new item at the pharmacy!// //Great, it’s like she’s a plant from the pharmacy to make me buy more stuff from there.// <<if visited("Anal 1d") is 0>>[[Anal 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $EPlug is 1 and visited("Anal Plugged 1a") is 0>>[[Anal Plugged 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $EPlug is 1 and visited("Anal Plugged 1a")>>[[Anal Plugged 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif visited("Anal 1d")>>[[Anal 2a<-Continue]]<</if>>

[img[Images/Party assistant.jpg]] <<if $BuyBribe is 1>>Skipping the conversation with $Eric 's other guests, you head straight for Danielle. “Hi there, you must be $k ‘s assistant.” The pleasantries come just as easily, and she’s just as nice when talking about your wife, or their mutual boss. Sadly, she remains as unwilling as before to discuss the new line the company is working on. Without assistance from something material, it’s probably going to stay like that.\ <<elseif $ConLine is 2>>Though you gift Danielle the beautiful necklace, and she’s as whelmed as you think a person could possibly be, $k ‘s assistant doesn’t let anything more slip about the new line of feminine clothing for men. While it could be because she knows she shouldn’t share anymore, more likely its because she actually doesn’t know much more beyond the unimportant logistical aspects. Danielle doesn’t know who’s idea the line of clothing originally was, nor does she know how $k first felt towards. She also confirms, though you have to be very careful to disguise the question, that your wife never mentioned a desire to feminize you. In short, you achieve nothing.<</if>> <<if visited("Anal 1d") is 0>>[[Anal 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $EPlug is 1 and visited("Anal Plugged 1a") is 0>>[[Anal Plugged 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $EPlug is 1 and visited("Anal Plugged 1a")>>[[Anal Plugged 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif visited("Anal 1d")>>[[Anal 2a<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $ConMove to 3>>\ “$n , what’s on your mind today?” “I was recently talking with one of $k ‘s colleagues.” “That’s good; you’d indicated that you weren’t fond of them before.” “I'm not, but that’s irrelevant. One of them told me that $k went away just before her trip to The Maldives. He said that she went to New Hattan for work, but she never mentioned it to me.” “It sounds like your wife has been busy. Perhaps she just forgot?” “This is $k . The last time she forgot something was…actually, I can’t remember. But I don’t buy it.” “These seem to be extenuating circumstances, don’t they? Two trips, likely entirely spontaneous. I don’t think you should rule out that she forgot. Have you tried asking her about this?” “No.” “It might be a good idea. You mentioned before how honest she is. Most likely there’s some sort of misunderstanding.” “...maybe you’re right.” In his mind, it makes sense. Of course, you know how strange $k has been acting since she returned from The Maldives. It’s perfectly plausible to believe that she might be hiding something more. “But whatever you do,” he continues “I’d avoid snooping. It’s understandable to want the truth, but I’d advise against riffling through her belongings or files. If she found out, she might be equally confused at your behavior.” “Of course. I’d never do something like that.” //I’m at a dead end. Maybe the doc’s right. Not about going through her stuff, but about talking to $k . If she did forget to mention it, I’d feel like an idiot, but can move on. And if she was being deceptive, it’s a chance to get the story straight.// //I should try mentioning it to her when she’s not distracted, and not actively trying to sissify me, like when we were at Giorno’s.// [[Therapist office<-Return]]

“I actually had something I wanted to ask you.” “Do you really need me to promise you that I’m not going to be taking anymore spontaneous vacations?” “No, though you can if you want. This is about something else.” You consider $k ‘s supposed secret vacation, and how to best extract the truth whilst not being outright accusatory. “I ran into one of your colleagues while you were away.” “Oh? Who was that?” She asks, curious, but not yet suspicious. “I forgot his name.” “Did he have a beard?” “I…forget - maybe. But we were talking for a while, and he mentioned that you went away.” “$Eric must have mentioned to the team that I was going to The Maldives.” “Except he seemed to be talking about a different trip, a week or so before you went to The Maldives.” “Hmm?” Either she’s genuinely unsure what you’re talking about, or she’s making you lay down a few more of your cards in order to see what she’s up against. “He mentioned it was something to do with finishing your contract with Pafoste.” “You actually remember all that? And here I thought you were daydreaming when I mentioned our new line of clothing.” “So, did you?” “Did I what?” “Go on a trip.” $k eyes some of the art work displayed in the exuberant restaurant. She might be buying herself some time, or be genuinely intrigued. “Oh, right, that one!” She laughs. “I’m sorry, did I never mention it? My head was in such a dance that week.” “Did you have a nice time at least?” “It was fantastic. You know I’ve always wanted to visit New Hattan, but I wasn’t given much time to sight see. Even if I was, I’d prefer to do it with you.” Her hand rubs the top of yours. You breathe easier, and allow a smile to return to your weary face. “When I heard you went there without mentioning it, I thought the worst.” “I’m sorry, $n . It’s completely my fault. I absolutely should have told you about it, but $Eric was more on my case than he ever has been before, and the whole thing only came about in a couple days. I didn’t mean to make you worry.” “You don’t have to apologize.” You clear your throat a little, embarrassed at considering your wife might be up to something nefarious. At least she didn’t catch on about how suspicious you were. “So what was it like?” “New Hattan? Lovely. I know you hate any city bigger than this one, but I think if we went together you’d change your mind.” “I bet your return flight was hell with all the rodents trying get away from that cesspit.” “I think exposure therapy might do you some good. I saw a bunch of nice restaurants we could go to there.” “Did you actually go in any?” “I wish I had the chance. My plane landed in the early afternoon, the meeting ran over time, and then I had to video call $Eric about how it went. By the time I was done, I barely had an hour before my flight. Thankfully my cab driver was willing to run a couple red lights for an extra 20.” //Cab driver?// Mentally and physically, you freeze, almost like $k and everyone else in the restaurant did earlier. The bank statement never said anything about a taxi. //Sure, she might have paid by cash, but she also omitted any mention of a rented car.// //She’s lying.// [[Restaurant Q Trip 2<-Continue]]

<<set $ConMove to 2>>\ Quietly setting up the step ladder, which gives you an extra 3 feet of height, you just about manage to climb onto the slopped roof on a side part of the house - the first time you’ve done a pull up in years, and hopefully the last. After promising yourself you won’t look down, mistakenly doing it, shaking so much that the tiles threaten to tremble off, you successfully tug the window of $k ‘s home office open, taking a careful step inside. Given your attire, you can only assume that if people witnessed you, they’d believe you were actually a delusion, or a particularly kinky Santa. $k ‘s gotten good use out of the office, which was a formerly a spare bedroom. Unlike you, who won’t even say goodbye to your colleagues if it’s past 5, $k regularly does extra work at home, sometimes well into the night. It’s a dedication that’s admirable, though you selfishly concede your desire for her to be as passionate towards giving blowjobs. Being in $k ‘s office has never been off limits. In fact, she’s often offered you to use her computer if you need to finish something up. Right now, however, it’s vital $k doesn’t know what you’re up to. If she did go away without telling you, then she’ll quickly get suspicious if you drop any hints of your knowledge of it. Plus, you don’t want her to trace your path back into the house, including the step ladder. $k would never believe you can time travel, and there’s no decent excuse you can imagine as to why you’d have it. The room is only lit by the moonlight coming in from outside, and you don’t dare turn on a light in case your wife has developed canine level hearing, along with her desire to sissify you. So, you ponderously stride over to the desk, searching for anything that might help you discover what $k ‘s been up to. Frustratingly, your wife is smart. If she did go on a trip without telling you, she wouldn’t leave evidence of it out for you to discover, even in her personal space. Anything you find will have to be something she’s overlooked, which can’t be much. First on your checklist is $k ‘s calendar. Again, there won’t be anything obvious, but there’s a chance for a clue. The man at $Eric 's party said it was around the third, and sure enough, there’s a brief note on that date. “Dinner with the girls”. Whilst initially discouraging, you’re soon inspired by the detail. Flicking back through the past few months, not once has $k specified that she were going out with her friends, despite the fact she definitely had. She must have wrote the detail to remind her that she was going away on that date, whilst letting it be innocuous to you. True, it’s hardly confirmation that she went to New Hattan, but it’s an encouraging nugget of information. Silently wheeling her drawers open, you spot the usual stationary, books and loose papers. There’s not a punched ticket. None of the receipts attest to a secret trip, and there’s not a single souvenir which might be from New Hattan. //Damn.// In the final drawer, you roll your eyes at seeing many formal looking documents neatly arranged by year, then month. //Great, her bank statements. How fun. Wait…// Flicking to the most recent entry, you breathe a thankful sigh. It’s dated on the 8th, just 5 days after the supposed trip, and 2 days before she left for The Maldives. The fact it’s here is proof your luck is surviving. //Let’s see, groceries, groceries, fuel, dinner…hmm.// There’s a single entry for the 3rd. A payment to There For You - a car rental company. It’s a clue that’s the reverse of the calendar. Initially, you’re elated, believing it to be indisputable evidence of her elusive trip. She went to New Hattan and needed a car to go to her meeting, then came back. Then, you prove yourself almost as smart as your wife. If she did go away, even for a day, you’d expect more in the way of transactions. A restaurant, a takeaway, a damn vending machine! But no, there’s nothing except the car rental. Painfully, There For You is a national chain, and there’s no indication of what branch she rented the car from, nor the time of day she took it or returned it. As is, it’s meaningless. There’s no proof that she did go away that couldn’t be dismissed with a nonchalant comment of the issues she’s had with her own car. //That man at the party seemed sure, but I can’t find anything. I hate to say this, but Mr Oldenstein might have some helpful advice.// You exit the house as cautiously as you entered it, returning to the task of milk acquisition. <<if $GagA is 0>>[[Milk Panthee<-Take Panthee street]] [[Milk May<-Take Maysierre Street]] [[Milk Tylon<-Take Tylon Street]]\ \ <<else>>[[Milk Panthee P<-Take Panthee street]] [[Milk May P<-Take Maysierre Street]] [[Milk Tylon P<-Take Tylon Street]]<</if>> <<if $GagA is 0 and visited("Milk Memory") is 0 and $TalkPanties is 2>>[[Milk Memory<-Take Memory Lane]]<</if>>

<<set $ConMove to 4>>\ <<if $BuyHat is 0>><<set $BuyHat to 1>><</if>>\ You've unlocked a new item at the clothing store! Yes, your wife is lying. Not just a failure to admit the truth, but a lie - from your angelic, personification of good, wife. Painfully, you’re unsure of how to bring it up to her, were that even a good idea. Referencing the bank statement would be admitting that you snooped around her office. And while $k might be used to your eccentricities, they hardly ever manifest in suspicion towards her, meaning she’s going to be extremely weary. That’s not mentioning the fact that $k has already lied once. If you’re searching for the truth, you can’t wholly trust what she says anymore. //If I want the truth, I’ll need it firsthand. Thankfully, three weeks ago might as well be an hour into the future for me.// //But that doesn’t mean I can’t be stupid about this. I’ll need a disguise, something she won’t be expecting to see me wear. Then I’ll be able to follow her, and see just what she got up to.// [[Restaurant 6 v2<-Continue]]

Feeling the uneasy elevation once more thanks to the high heels propping up your feet, your initial, human reaction is to take them off, and replace them with shoes that are a little more reliable. Sadly, though, your wife’s insistence on feminizing you, and mandating they be worn to $Eric 's party, means that your suffering now will be worth something later. The unbudging tile floor of the public toilet is both a blessing and a curse. Like riding a bike (you can only assume), it’s easiest to begin on a hard, flat surface. Far preferable to grass, mud, or even carpet, you can get confident at the most basic type of walking before spreading yourself out further. On the other hand, the floor being as solid as it is means that the sound of stilettos are clearly audible in the toilets. Facilities like these tend to be very echoey anyway, worsening the problem. In your lonely stall, you practice walking on the spot, like there were an invisible treadmill beneath you. Slowly, you grow comfortable at standing in them, and taking the most cautious of steps. After a few more hours of that, you take your learning out into the world, one delicate foot at a time. Your grandma-like pace doesn’t attract much attention once you’re in the body of the mall, and the sound of heels are drowned out by chatter and advertisements. Furthermore, your height is hardly close to the tallest of men you see. Hell, most women in heels are still taller than you. The only way people clock that you’re wearing heels is by physically seeing them. While that can’t be avoided, your time travelling abilities mean that you can revert back to before you left the stall yet still retain your newfound skills. Unsurprisingly, you have to use those magical abilities anyway. Hours at a time, you do laps around the mall, gradually getting better. Every 30 minutes requires a break, but then you can push that to every 40, then 50, and so on and so on. When it’s too late in the day and you need to meet $k , you revert back earlier, and practice some more. <<if visited("Practice dildo")>>It’s just like when you trained to deepthroat like a pro, only you’re getting notably less drool over yourself this time.<</if>> After cumulative days perfecting the craft, you’re confident enough that you’ll be able to impress your wife, though there is a tinge of fear that your physiology might be permanently rewired to cause pain whenever you wear normal shoes. [[Toilets<-Return]]

As you travel back 2 weeks into the past, you're in two minds. On the one hand, your feminine disguise leaves you feeling like a regular Jane Bond, and you take a bizarre amount of pride in that. Not just the feminine aspect, but spying on someone scratches a certain itch in your constantly paranoid mind. Sadly, the person you’re doing it on is your wife. Throughout the entirety of your marriage, she’s been the picture of honesty, you thought. While you haven’t considered that she’s doing something diabolical, or marriage-ruining, you’re certain that she must be up to something she would have good reason to not share with you. Sure enough, on the morning of the 3rd, $k heads out to “work” a little earlier than normal. She takes her car, and you hail a cab(for obvious reasons not wanting to take your own) to go to the same destination: Jung International Airport. You struggle to find $k again after she parks, but she soon finds herself at terminal 2-C. Meanwhile, you discuss with a ticket agent how to you’ll be getting to New Hattan. There’s only one flight there this morning, which must be the one $k is getting on. From there, you have a surprisingly quick debate over what class to fly. Since you can simply rewind time once you’ve found the answers you’re looking for, you can splurge as much as you want, so have no issue asking for a business class ticket - what $k presumably also has. Still, seeing the 4 digit sum leave you account hurts your soul, no matter how little it matters. [img[Images/Airport 2.jpg]] Despite your disguise, you hang back from $k as much as you can. The makeup can only do so much, and there are still aspects of you that she’ll be able to identify, such as your wedding ring. For reasons of loyalty, and how prone to losing things you are, it stays rooted on your finger. Getting past the scrupulous crew checking passports proves harder than you thought it would. While it’s hard to know if you “pass”, the “M” under the sex category of your passport is causing some debate amongst the staff. Though you consider giving them indisputable proof of your M-ness, one of them thankfully overrides the others, and lets you through. From there, you’re seated on the airplane. The seat, compared to your few experiences travelling, is immeasurably comfortable, and almost makes you forget your mission. $k is a couple of rows over, and a couple seats ahead. Though you can’t see her, you do know where she is, which will make following her much easier once you land. Of course, you didn’t manage all that in one take; your time travelling abilities were used and, frankly, abused. The hefty car park of the airport could cause conjoined twins to get lost, and you spent hours tracking $k back down after the cab dropped you off. Similarly, at one point on the plane ride, you ran into $k as you were exiting the toilet and she was wanting to enter it. While you can’t be sure if she recognized you or not, there was nothing to be lost in rewinding a little to be sure. And for less practical purposes, you do reorder your food after finding your first meal was not nearly as nice as it sounded to be. [[New Hattan 1b<-Continue]]

While you did have some doubts that you’d be able to maintain your composure on the flight given your precedent, you surprise yourself. Perhaps having a purpose is stopping you from freaking out over being several thousand feet in the air, or maybe its because of the power your time abilities give you result in an underlying confidence. When the plane lands, $k ‘s row is allowed to exit first, but you swiftly catch up to her. She retrieves her light luggage, which is much heavier than yours - what’s in your pockets. From there, $k takes a 10 minute walk to a car rental store - There For You. After taking just as long inside, she leaves in a fancy looking black sedan, and you take another cab to follow her. The entire time, you’re loving life. You picture yourself as the 6th member of the mystery gang, one who was kicked out for asking Scooby Doo to be his wingman when chatting up girls. Sadly, the detestable city distracts you from that dream. Every building seems to be so tall that they must need extra oxygen pumped in on the higher floors, and damn near everything seems to have some form of advertising on it - benches, dumpsters, and even trees. Some of the busier roads even have LED floors telling you to “Drink Coke!” or “Eat Fresh!” It’s a dystopian nightmare that’s worked its way into the real world, and that only fills your with even more fear of what $k is doing here. She parks her vehicle in a 20-story car park, and you exit the taxi, giving the driver a redundant tip as you do. From there, you follow $k on foot to wherever her destination is. Due to the swamps of people you have to wade through, and the torrent of pedestrians walking both glacially slowly and waterfall-fast, keeping track of your wife proves surprisingly hard. Several times do you have to rewind in order to trace her footsteps outside of one particularly colossal building. Stone letters mark the structure as long to Pafoste - “premier clothing retail”. //Maybe she was telling the truth.// Since entry for you would largely be impossible, you wait on the sidewalk, considering just what $k would be up to. Sure, she’s here in New Hattan, presumably attending a meeting in order to sign a contract, just as $Eric 's guests informed you of - but why the secrecy? Aside from your disdain for the city, there’s been no reason for $k not to tell you any of this. Then, the perfect answer comes to your mind. Just as you couldn’t be sure if $k did tell you of this trip at first, maybe she’s getting the details mixed up. A cab or a rented car? There’s hardly a difference. //Damnit.// Still, you’re already here, so you might as well see what she does the rest of the day. [[New Hattan 1c<-Continue]]

4 draining hours later, you’d almost fallen asleep outside the intimidating building. //There she is, it certainly took long enough…is that?// Exiting right behind your wife is none other than $Eric, his pretentiousness only slightly masked by the thousands of people on the same sidewalk as him. //$k never mentioned that $Eric was here, and I know he wasn’t on the plane. He must have been in the city already.// Your interest immediately returns, and you hop into action trailing the two, eventually arriving at a restaurant. [img[Images/Restaurant 2.jpg]] The two of them are seated immediately, and once you enter a few minutes later, you ask for a seat close to them. The place is busy, but when the restaurant stretches across 3 separate floors, it’s hard to know just how many customers they have. You use a menu as a barricade to obscure your face, and listen in as closely as you can to their conversation. “That went well.” “Then why do you say that sarcastically?” “I thought for sure we could squeeze another 10 million out of them.” “You should have told them that before we drew up the contract.” “Leaking LionsWear interest in our company should have helped us secure an extra 5%.” $k looks at him, first inspecting his face, then rolling her eyes. “That was you, wasn’t it? I reamed Danielle out for an hour over how it leaked because of her. I’ll have to buy her a gift as an apology.” “Make it something shiny, she likes that kind of thing.” “Not all girls who are annoyed at you can be bought off with jewelry, $Eric.” “No, sadly, but most of them. This, however, is less of an apology, and more of a thank you.” He takes out a neatly wrapped box from his satchel. <<if $GiftedBracelet is 1>>//Surely that’s not…// Despite your hopes, the worst is confirmed. The item $k takes out from the box is identical to the bracelet you tried to give her in Giorno’s. Did she like his more for some reason?\ <<else>>$k takes out a sparkling bracelet - one that looks to be worth a hefty amount of money and them some.<</if>> “$Eric, this is…beautiful. I don’t know what to say.” “"Thank you", maybe?” “Of course. Thank you, $Eric.” “No thanks are necessary. For the magic you pulled in securing this contract, it’s not nearly enough.” “I’m just doing my job. I really don’t deserve something like this.” “The janitor who cleans the toilets at our office is just doing his job. But if you’re talking about going above and beyond, there’s only one person I can think of, and that’s you.” $k furiously blushes. “Is it from Plathora?” “How did you know?” He nods. “That’s where $n got my wedding ring from.” “It’s a nice ring, I’ll give him that.” //You’re damn right it is.// “Let’s order.” The conversation switches to little of note - Danielle, other people in the office, the time you broke $Eric 's brother’s toe - what you can only assume are daily exchanges between them. It’s only after an hour, and their plates have been served then emptied that something worth paying attention to is brought up. “So when are you telling him?” “I don’t know. I have no clue how to bring it up.” “How about “stop being a pussy and accept it”?” “He doesn’t respond well to that kind of confrontation.” “I know, but it’d be good for him.” “Good for you, you mean.” “For all of us. The sooner he understands what’s going on, the better. You won’t have to feel like you’re sneaking around anymore, and that’ll be great for you. What did you tell him about why you’d be late home today?” “I told him I’d be out with the girls, but he was hardly paying attention. He was busy inspecting a fly he swatted to see if one of our neighbors was luring them to our house by throwing scraps of food into our yard.” “You’ve got a great mind, $k , but what you see in that man is beyond me.” “He’s said something similar about you, just a lot more insulting.” “I can imagine. But does he take you to restaurants this nice?” [[New Hattan 1d<-Continue]]

<<set $ConMove to 5>>\ Once $Eric takes care of the bill, the two leave, and head to yet another location - this one quickly tying an ugly bow on the day. No wonder $k didn’t want to talk about what she was actually up to, as she follows $Eric into an apartment complex. Your lack of keycards prevent you from accessing the place, not that you have much desire to right now anyway. //$k is…cheating on me?// It’s an answer that fits with every question you hadn’t yet solved. Her secrecy, her omission that $Eric was here, why he seemed extra smug at the party.<<if $GiftedBracelet is 1>> Hell, this even explains why $k didn’t care for the bracelet when you gave it to her. She’d already received it from her new lover, and so wouldn’t want your sloppy seconds.<</if>> [img[Images/City 3.jpg]] Dumbstruck, you consider for the entire time $k is inside how you’re supposed to bring this up to her. Part of you feels as though this is one absurd nightmare; it sure would explain a lot. But that’s wishful thinking. Dreams have never felt this real. $k leaves the building an hour and a half later, now without him, and she retraces her footsteps to the rented car, then the store she took it from, and then the airport. Whilst you do follow her, you know there’s no more reason to. You’ve discovered the thing she were trying to hide, and so the rest is neither here nor there. //I need to talk to her about this. Right after she talked to $Eric at the party would be best.// <<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>>

<<set $ConMaid to 3>>\ [img[Images/Maid 2.jpg]] You greet the maid, then sneak her some antiperspirant, then hand her the bottle of numbing cream. A wave of relief washes swiftly over her. “Thank you so much.” “Now will you tell me what’s going on?” She nods her head in the direction of the bathroom, wanting you to follow her. //Following a stranger into a bathroom. What could go wrong?// The woman locks the door behind you, then immediately picks at her collar to get access to breasts. Though you suspected it before, it’s readily apparent now that she’s not wearing a bra. Squirting a dollop of the cream onto a finger, she massages it into her nipples, one at a time. Both of them are being squeezed by the vice like grip of nipple clamps, but her face tells of intense relief once the cream is applied. [img[Images/Maid clamps.jpg]] “Did an evil witch curse you to wear them during working hours or something?” “No, it’s Mr Yosdel.” “An evil businessman cursed you?” “He makes me wear them.” “Have you considered telling him to shove them up his you-know-what?” “It’s too late for that.” “If you’re in so much pain/pleasure that you have to ask a stranger to get you some numbing cream, I think you need to reevaluate that.” “You don’t understand. It’s not just these things.” She waves at the clamps. “It’s this.” She hikes up her dress. She’s not wearing any underwear on her lower half, either, though her crotch is protected by something oddly familiar. [img[Images/Maid chastity.jpg]] “Somebody is making a killing of all these chastity devices being sold.” You shake your head. “And $Eric has the key?” “He keeps it in a safe upstairs. I’ve not been let out in 2 months.” “I’ve only been in mine for a couple of hours now, or something like that. So what’s the deal? He made you put on the belt, and now the clamps? What’s to stop him from adding a chastity bra or collar?” “Nothing. I think Mr Yosdel is enjoying breaking my spirit slowly. He checks at the start of my shift that the clamps are on, and orders random inspections as well. I can’t risk taking them off.” “And you didn’t do anything to annoy him? Not even spit in his drinks?” She shakes her head. “How exactly did he put the belt on you in the first place.” “He seduced me - told me he could hardly keep his eyes off me when I was working. I agreed to let him tie me up, and that’s when he put it on me. A couple of weeks later, he changed my uniform, and just a few days ago, added these clamps.” “Huh. And the other maids?” “That’s the worst part. Georgia and Rani, they’re my friends. At least, they were. Mr Yosdel told me that if I wanted to get out of the belt, I needed to get him some more maids. They had no idea what they were getting into.” “So why didn’t he let you out?” “He didn’t lie, he said. He just didn’t specify //when// he’d let me out. Mr Yosdel says if I’m a good maid, I’ll be let out in 6 months. But how am I supposed to be a good maid when I have to soothe my nipples every half an hour?” “That son of a bitch.” //And to think I gave him the benefit of the doubt. All evil in the world comes from that man. // “I’m sorry for complaining, but there’s nothing else I can do about it.” She cries. “I need to get back to my post.” She hurries out the bathroom. //Not that I’ve turned into a saint in the past day, but if there’s a chance to throw a wrench in $Eric 's plans, I’d be remiss if I didn’t take it, and maybe help a couple damsels along the way. Then again, maybe I’m overlooking an obvious connection. $Eric locks his maid up in chastity, then a couple months later, $k wants to do it to me. That can’t be a coincidence, can it?// … … … //I’m getting nowhere here. Maybe Mr Oldenstein has some experience helping maids and husbands who are stuck in chastity.// <<if visited("Anal 1d") is 0>>[[Anal 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $EPlug is 1 and visited("Anal Plugged 1a") is 0>>[[Anal Plugged 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $EPlug is 1 and visited("Anal Plugged 1a")>>[[Anal Plugged 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif visited("Anal 1d")>>[[Anal 2a<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $ConMaid to 4>>\ “Alright, this is going to sound crazy, but look: I found out that $Eric, $k ‘s boss, manipulated his maids into chastity belts, and now he’s sexually torturing them by making them wear nipple clamps, and he’s probably going to get even more demanding the longer he has control. Just recently, my wife wanted to put me in a chastity cage, and I’m unsure if she got the idea from him or not. Meanwhile, I’d like to help the maids escape from his clutches, primarily because I hate the guy, but also because one of them was nice to me, and I feel kind of bad for her. What should I do?” Mr Oldenstein thinks for a minute, not even scribbling notes down on his clipboard. “In regards to your wife getting the idea from him or not, perhaps you should ask her? Trust is a key part of relationships, and I would hope she can be honest with you over such an important thing.” “And what if she’s not honest? She’s been acting strange lately, and wanting me to change, just like $Eric 's maids are. Could they be more related than I thought they were?” “How exactly are the maids changing? And how might they be similar to you?” “Well, we’re both in chastity. They’re kept sexually teased with nipple clamps, and $k has been refusing to let me orgasm. The maid’s uniform is changing, and $k has been insistent that I wear something things outside of my norm.” “Those are some comparable circumstances. Do you think your wife might be…nurturing a more maid-like side of you?” “She wants to turn me into a maid?” “I wouldn’t want to rush to any conclusions. Does she complain often that you don’t help out enough with housework?” “No, she complains about my complaining when I do the housework. I’ve asked her before why can’t we just eat food straight out of the pan - it’d save on a lot of dish cleaning. In the end, she rolls her eyes and takes the sponge from me.” “So she would benefit if she treated you more like a maid?” “I guess. Still, it seems harsh for my wife. I’m her husband, and I don’t like good in anything with frills.” “I’d suggest talking to her about this. Most likely there’s an easy explanation that will put your worries at ease.” “And for $Eric and his maids?” “Well, have you tried talking to this “$Eric” about it?” “No. I’d almost rule that out based on how annoying he is.” “Very well. Is it possible to pick the lock on the belts?” Rolling your eyes, you travel through time to ask the maid - a pattern that becomes so frequent for this session that it might as well be a one on one conversation between Mr Oldenstein and and the head maid. “She says she’s tried, but the lock is too small.” “And it’s not possible to break out of it using force?” “She says she’s also considered that, but she really needs the job, so doesn’t want to risk doing anything which he might notice.” “How about contacting the police?” “She says that’s also off the table due to how much $Eric is willing to pay her.” “How about the maids sit down with this individual to discuss a potential compromise?” “She says that past attempts to unionize have proved unproductive.” “What if they tried meditation as a means to calm down the increased lust they might be feeling?” “She says she’s had some luck with that, and is particularly enjoying reading into Alan Watts at the moment.” “I’m not quite sure what to suggest. If you really want to help, maybe you need to overcome your fear of talking to this man in order to reach a compromise.” //Anything but that, please.// //The Doc has a point, though. If I want to help the maids, I’m going to have to confront $Eric. As for $k , I hope that goes a little better than a talk with her boss will.// //But I can't just ask her about it at the restaurant - that would mean mentioning the cage and sissification before she's even started. I'll have to wait for the right moment.// [[Therapist office<-Return]]

$k returns to the lounge, along with her boss, who sadly hasn’t enjoyed a heart attack in the past ten minutes. She approaches you, somehow still lively after a long day that refuses to end. Her lips lock with yours, and her hand clasps your own. $k forces you to follow her upstairs into one of the many bedrooms that $Eric must keep decorated to make himself feel less lonely. “That look in your eyes - are you finally going to let me out of this cage?” “Enough about the cage, $n . I want you, but I’ve been awakened to a new world of possibilities in the bedroom. The past 2 weeks have opened my eyes, and I can see like I never have before. I want to share all of myself with you.” “So…cunnilingus?” “No - you don’t get it, do you? This isn’t just about me getting more pleasure, or you being more selfless. This is about exploring everything that a couple could possibly do together. You’ve been inside me hundreds, perhaps even //thousands// of times. I want to experience what that’s like.” “But with our positions reversed.” She takes out an item from her handbag, though you don’t need to see what it is in order to //know// what it is. The same strapon she had earlier reveals itself, this time with an accompanying bottle of lube. “I don’t suppose you’re going to pull out another woman to use that on, are you?” $k ‘s hands wrap the straps of the fake cock around her waist to secure it. Somehow, it’s even more forboding than it was a few hours ago. “Jealous of how big it is? Or is that fear?” ““Fear?” Why would I be scared? There’s nothing to be afraid of, it’s just a piece of silicone”…//an 8 inch piece of silicone shaped exactly like a penis, from those realistic veins, to the rounded head, to the way it’s curved upwards.// “Yeah, I have nothing to be afraid off.” //She’ll totally buy that.// $k presses on the nozzle of the unused bottle of lubricant, and a healthy dollop of the stuff squirts onto the phallus, which $k teasingly massages in, like she were giving herself a handjob. As sexy of a sight as it is, your mind can’t ignore that each moment takes you a step closer to it entering you. “These clothes will not do. After how nice we made sure your lingerie looked, let’s show it off.” $k tears your shirt by the buttons, several of which fly off. Your pants get a similar treatment, and they are yanked off via the waistband, over your feminine shoes. She pushes you onto the bed, and you provide no resistance. You allow your wife to pull down your panties, and nothing - not thoughts about going back in time or how ugly the wallpaper is - distracts you from what is about to happen. You brace yourself, and await the inevitable. [[Anal 1b<-Continue][$DressA to 0]]

There’s a small pressure on the outside of your asshole as the intruder knocks on the door. Receiving no response, he takes a step inside, first with one foot, then another. Once he realizes there’s nobody to offer resistance, he smiles, and begins searching the house rampantly, eager to fulfill his purpose. //This really isn’t as painful as I’d thought it be. What are all those pornstars screaming for?// Your confusion subsides in place of smugness - to think $k actually thought this would get a strong reaction from you. “How about you thrust a little harder, honey; I can barely feel it.” “That’s just my finger.” She acerbically responds. “Oh.” That “intruder” withdraws, and comes back with an identical friend. Now, $k uses her middle and index finger to prepare your asshole for the real deal, both in terms of giving you the necessary stretch, and also in lubricating your opening. “Try to relax, babe.” She suggests, feeling you tense up in the face of anal intrusion. “Can’t we just…go back to…5 minute quickies?” You struggle to get out in between scared breaths. She leans over you, whispering so close to your ear that her hot breath almost causes the invisible hairs lining your skin to stick up. “Not a chance.” After the 2 guests are done, they invite a third amigo, and now you’re really feeling their presence, and that’s scary, because you’re not so tense to ignore how loving $k is being right now. She’s not forcing your asshole open. Instead, she’s gently slipping her fingers in, and slowly thrusting before increasing speed to a pleasing rhythm similar to the pace she might start a handjob with. “Your pussy is so tight.” She taunts, withdrawing all of her fingers from you. Though your “pussy” doesn’t immediately spring shut, the position her digits made it take slowly caves in. “Gee, thanks.” $k repositions herself so that the head of the dildo is gently pressing against your hole, ready to enter at her command. You remain in a state of fear and, bizarrely, lust. Perhaps it’s because of how intimate you and $k have been since she returned, or the fact your penis is locked in a chastity cage, but you’re actually open to the possibility, however likely or unlikely, of enjoying this. Your G-spot is only a few inches away from where your wife’s fingers could reach. The colossus silicone monster that you sucked earlier today could //definitely// reach it. A new fear of loudly moaning eclipses the old one. [[Anal 1c<-Here it comes…]]

<<set $TimesFucked to $TimesFucked + 1>>\ [img[Images/Anal 1a.jpg]] The head enters with pleasantly little issue. It’s girthier than the fingers, but your warm up was evidently more effective than you realized. Furthermore, you can’t make out the details of the dildo like you expected your asshole would be able to. The distinction between the head and shaft, for instance, is a blurry line indeed. [img[Images/Anal 1b.jpg]] Your wife thrusts that part inside you for a while longer before gradually introducing a little more of the fake cock to your bodily interior. Less than a centimeter at a time, the dick burrows inside you until your only indication of how far it’s in is the slap of the dildo’s base against your ass cheeks. It’s at some point during the process that you lose track of time, and where you are, and even who you are. It’s just like the bizarre spell you were under when $k was away, except now, all your senses fade away, only leaving behind the receptacle formerly known as your ass. [img[Images/Anal 1d.jpg]] Your head collapses onto the surface holding you up, and drool leaks out at the corners. Indecipherable moans promise a unique feeling that’s never been experienced. Those “mmphs” and “Eugahs” crescendo from weary, to begging. $k seems encouraged by your reaction. Rather than the initial doggy style, she takes extra pride in doing you face down, ass up. The moans from her mouth can actually be found in a dictionary, or any other book where a woman yells about how well her husband is taking a strapon. And rather than the passive, almost detached, attitude she takes to your usual sex, she’s invigorated like it were the few months of your courtship. Each hip thrust in, and rapid withdrawal out is done with a speed that even you couldn’t match with your own member. “Oh yes, $n . Yes, YES!” “I’m going to…I’m gonna cum!” [[Anal 1d<-Continue]]

$k , after slowing her movements due to her post-orgasm satiation, pulls out, leaving your hole gaping, yearning to be filled once more. “What about you, sissy? Did you cum?” With you out of breath, she attempts to find out herself, and nudges your body to the side, and lifts your panties. Her inspection provides a surprising result, for both of you. “I guess not.” “I…” you begin, returning to some amount of vividness, “I didn’t?” She’s telling the truth, it becomes apparent. Though there are several strings of precum connecting the tip of the chastity cage to the soft material of the panties, there’s no puddle that would be indicative of an orgasm, which is strange, because your body feels more shook right now than you ever have after an orgasm. While you are satisfied, you wouldn’t mind doing it all over again. Trembling, you attempt to compose yourself. “That was…” “Eye opening? Transcendent? Almost a religious experience?” “Something like that.” Together, you sit on the edge of the bed. “I knew you’d enjoy it.” “I don’t if I’d say that.” “You were screaming for me to go faster at one point.” “I don’t remember it, so it therefore didn’t happen.” “Not how that works.” “So when exactly will my asshole close again? Do I need a doctor’s appointment for it?” “It only closes if you go down on me right now.” “Isn’t one orgasm enough for you tonight?” “How selfless you are.” “Hey, you’ve had infinitely more orgasms than me today.” “And what’s one more on top of infinity?” Your head falls onto her shoulder. “Please don’t go away like that again.” $k’s hands stroke your hair, and she plants a kiss on your forehead. “I promise I won’t.” <<if $BuyDress is 0>>[[Dress 1a<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[Dress 2a<-Continue]]<</if>> <<if $ConMove gte 5>>[[Hattan Final 1a<-Ask her about going to New Hattan]] <</if>>\ <<if $ConMaid is 4>>[[Maid Katie 1<-Ask her if she's turning you into a maid]] <</if>>\ <<if $ConLine gte 7>>[[Dress Confront 1<-Apologize for wearing the dress]] <</if>>\ <<if visited("Maid Katie 1") is 0>>\ <<elseif $DressA gt 0 and $HeelsA gt 0 and $MakeupA gt 0 and $LingerieA gt 0>>[[Maid Katie Submit<-Submit to her as a maid]] \ <<else>>You're not dressed to submit to $k .<<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("You need to be wearing a maid outfit, white lingerie, heels and makeup.");<</script>><</button>><</if>>

“$k , there’s something I need to ask you.” “Oh?” Her voice asks dryly, startled by your own sudden shift in tone. “Are you cheating on me with $Eric?” “Wha…” she exclaims, startled. “Why would you think that?” It’s next to impossible to come up with a decent reason why you’d have the suspicion, especially with your mind still recovering from the anal sex, so you decide not to hold back. “I followed you to New Hattan three weeks ago. I saw you attend the meeting, and then go to dinner with $Eric afterwards. Then you…” “...went back to his apartment?” “For several hours.” “Oh, $n .” She puts a hand on her chest. “I can see why you’d think that, but that’s not at all what happened.” [[Hattan Final 1b<-Continue]]

[img[Images/City 2.jpg]] “So? What do you think?” $k ‘s eyes light up seeing the view from the apartment, which the elevator claimed is situated on the 37th floor. “You can see for miles.” “Beautiful, isn’t it?” “I feel so bad for your brother. It’s all my fault.” “Nonsense. You know Lee can be flirty, especially when he’s drunk. If he did put an arm around you, like your husband suggests, then, dare I say it, $n would have finally done something I respect by telling him to stop.” “But he didn’t tell him; he threw a statue at him.” “And it taught him a lesson. Slaps to the face stopped bothering that man years ago.” “Still…it’s because of that broken toe that he can’t make it here.” “Every cloud, $k . Lee’s wanting to sell this place, and I promised that I’d make sure to find someone who’d appreciate the keys. If you want it, I’ll give you a great price.” “It’s not just me who will be living here, though. I’ve got to think about $n , too.” “What’s there to think about it? He loves you, $k . He’d follow you through fire and smoke if you asked him to.” “But if he doesn’t want to…I shouldn’t push it on him.” “Whatever you think is best. I’ll keep the place for a couple more months before Lee gets insistent on selling it. Talk to your husband when you get a chance, and tell him to stop being an idiot.” [[Hattan Final 1c<-Continue]]

<<set $ConMove to 6>>\ “There you go. $Eric was showing me his brother’s apartment. I was thinking of buying it.” “In New Hattan? Why?” “Work is going brilliantly, $n . This contract with Pafoste is bringing in significantly more money into our home. We can afford to move up in the world.” “But to move there…” “I know. That’s why I told $Eric I’d have to talk to you first. I know a place as big and lively as that is outside of your comfort zone.” “Wait.” You reply, suddenly connecting dots across a very large corkboard. “Is that why you’re making me wear and do all these new things? You’re trying to make me get past what I’m uncomfortable doing, aren’t you?” “What? No!” “It makes perfect sense! Whittle down my barriers as much as you can until you can’t buy time anymore. Then, you give me an offer: “no more sissification if you move to New Hattan with me.”” “You’re insane.” “It’s the most logical reason I’ve heard for it tonight.” “It’s complicated, $n , but you’re so far off the money right now that it’s not a surprise you don’t have a wallet.” Your mind can’t think of a worthwhile rebuttal. While you might be satisfied that she isn’t cheating, the mystery of your sissification is still bothersome. <<if $BuyDress is 0>>[[Dress 1a<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[Dress 2a<-Continue]]<</if>>

Gratefully, $k doesn’t decide your choice in footwear requires anymore feminizing. The 6 inch monsters you wore voluntarily prove enough. [img[Images/Road 2.jpg]] Also since you wore those heels by choice, $k decides to let you drive, and it’s at this point you recognize that driving whilst wearing heels should require its own licence. It requires such concentration that you can barely engage with your wife on the drive to $Eric 's house. And upon remembering whose house it is you’re going to, you have to ignore your desire to find out how the front of the car would look wrapped around a tree. Once you arrive outside of $Eric 's pretentiously big and suspiciously well manicured garden, the walk to the porch is much the same. The dual sets of heels clacking behind you and $k is a bizarrely sexy sound. [[Party 2a<-Continue]]

$k gets up and slowly marches over to your torn clothes. “And to think, you said I looked nice in them earlier.” “You did. But I think we both know you’d look nicer in something else. Something that works with the rest of your outfit.” She opens up one of the closet doors, which you assumed would be entirely empty - the fact $Eric keeps the beds in this spare room made is a surprise. Lining the railing, squeezed tightly against one another, are a great many articles of dresses, blouses, skirts, jumpers, cardigans, overalls, rompers, jackets and coats. “I didn’t know $Eric was a crossdresser.” You murmur. “Good for him.” “These are all the items our company has ever released, or some of them, at least. Don’t you think they’re pretty?” “I especially like that one.” You point to one of the //less// extravagant pieces. “Here I was thinking that my coat was just lacking fur. Turns out it’s horns! Who knew?” “They’re not all that fabulous. Take this one.” She picks up one hanger, a rather beautiful dress flowing off it as beautifully as a slow waterfall. Her hands move the item beside you, as though she’s seeing if it would fit. <<if $LingerieA is 1>>“It’s gorgeous, don’t you think? And it’s just like the red lingerie you’re wearing.” “Except this lingerie is yours; the dress is $Eric 's, and I wouldn’t want to steal.”\ <<elseif $LingerieA is 2>>“It’s stunning, isn’t it? Every girl has a little black dress like this.” “And $Eric, too, but I certainly wouldn’t want to steal.”\ <<elseif $LingerieA is 3>>“It’s so pretty, isn’t it? The pink just pops, like your lingerie!” “I think it might pop in a different way - it seems a little small for me, don’t you think?”<</if>> $k ignores your nominal complaint, and slides the shoulders of the piece of the hanger. After everything that’s happened tonight, it’s no surprise that she hands it to you, and her words are just as predictable. “Put it on for me.” Her hands begin playing with your caged penis, which is still wet with precum, and yearning for a proper release. “Do it for me, sissy.” [[Dress 1b<-Put on the dress]]

<<if $LingerieA is 1>><<set $DressA to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $LingerieA is 2>><<set $DressB to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $LingerieA is 3>><<set $DressC to 1>><</if>>\ <<set $EDress to 1>>\ <<set $BuyDress to 1>>\ <<set $TalkDress to 1>>\ <<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> You unzip the dress, and as though the design weren’t feminine enough, the only times you’ve used a rear zip in your life have been when you’ve helped $k put on hers. After delicately stepping into the article, you pull it up to rest on your shoulders, and then struggle with the zip, this time while its actually on your back. “I don’t suppose you could give me a hand, could you?” $k , a smile as wide as when she first got off the airplane, assist you, pull up the thin piece of metal from your back, all the way to your neck. Despite your initial fears, the dress isn’t actually too small. Around your waist, it practically seems like it was made for you, though that might be something to do with the alien fabric, which you can’t identify. That’s not to say the dress isn’t short, mind you. \ \ <<if $DressA is 1>>The tight red number barely covers the top of your stockings, leaving some of the lace detailing exposed.\ <<elseif $DressB is 1>>The exquisite black number gives you a fair bit of modesty, but still leaves your worried about bending over.\ <<elseif $DressC is 1>>The loose pink number is sensitive to every movement and changing of air, letting everyone around you know that you’re wearing stockings, not pantyhose. The breeze wouldn’t have to be much stronger to let everyone know about the panties you’re wearing, either.<</if>> $k beside you, she encourages you to look in a full length attached to one of the closet doors. [img[Images/Dress.jpg]] “The dress and the lingerie just look //perfect//! <<if $HeelsA is -2>>It’s a shame about the shoes, though. Something to give you a couple more inches, height wise, *ahem*, would do wonders for your figure, and would show off that nicely fucked butt of yours.<<else>>The heels help accentuate your legs and tight little butt, too.<</if>> <<if $MakeupA gt 0>>And the makeup still looks so precious!<<else>>This could do with some work.” She motions to your vaguely masculine face, though even that looks more feminine when viewed with the rest of your outfit.<</if>> //You've unlocked new items at the clothing store!// //Mr Oldenstein might have something to say about this.// [[Eric Hub<-Continue]]

<<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> [img[Images/Dress.jpg]] <<if $DressA is 1 or $DressB is 1 or $DressC is 1>>“You know, you really do look pretty in this dress.” “So you said.” “I know I did. But I mean, you //really// do.”\ <<else>><<set $EDress to 1>>$k doesn’t bother with anymore of the theatrics, either. Rather than sneaking the cage on you when you’re busy driving, or shoving you out the door in your lingerie, or promising you an orgasm if you just do what she says, $k simply picks out a dress to match your lingerie, then gives it to you. Being the good, satiated, husband you are, you slip it on, this time managing to zip it up without any assistance.<</if>> <<if $LingerieA is 1>><<set $DressA to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $LingerieA is 2>><<set $DressB to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $LingerieA is 3>><<set $DressC to 1>><</if>>\ [[Eric Hub<-Continue]]

<<set $TimesFucked to $TimesFucked + 1>>\ <<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> <<if $DressA gt 0>>The events unfold much the same as the last time you were fucked in the ass. $k, after leading you to a bedroom, doesn't rip off your pretty dress. Instead, she positions you on the bed, then lifts up the fabric of the dress to enable her proper access to your fuck hole.\ <<else>>The events unfold much the same as the last time you were fucked in the ass. $k leads you to a bedroom, where she tears off your clothing, equips a strapon, and positions you on the bed, leaving your hole exposed.<</if>> <<if $PlugA is 1 and $EPlug is 0>>Well, for the most part, at least. The butt plug currently residing in your rear causes $k to startle backwards in a display of confusion. “We’re just made for each other, aren’t we?” She laughs, and you, unable to see her actual expression, can imagine the gleeful smile she’s wearing. “I want to peg you, and you put a plug in your ass.” //That’s just the first of it.// $k rubs your ass cheeks, gradually moving her attention inward, towards the center, and the object squatting where she wants to put her strapon. She pulls on it gently at first, teasing your rear, as if it needed any more warm up. Then, in a demonstration of how rough she’s willing to get in the name of fucking you, she tugs it out completely, leaving your hole yearning to be filled once more. <</if>>\ <<if $PlugA is 0>>One by one, her fingers prepare that hole for the oncoming pounding by both stretching the opening, and lubricating your insides. Though you are now experienced in such things, the sensation of something living, moving, and wiggling around inside of you is still unnerving, and you consider how much of the experience is shared by a woman when she’s fingered.\ <<elseif $PlugA is 1>>Though you're still thoroughly stretched out, $k takes the time to intimately slide her fingers inside you, one at a time. As nice as the warm, wiggling digits of your wife are, it's unfortunate that they can't vibrate like the plug can.<</if>> [img[Images/Anal 1a.jpg]] Where the fingers walked, the dildo will run, and $k proves her alacrity for taking your anal “virginity” once more by yelling compliments about your “tight ass” and “hungry hole”. The fact that you’ve not once spoke to her like that when having regular sex emphasizes just how dirty her mind has gotten in the past few weeks, or maybe just today, in particular. [img[Images/Anal 1b.jpg]] Given how your wife mentioned that you were moaning just as eagerly as she was the first time, you make a note to pay attention to the noises you make. At some point, though, you lose all sense of where you are, and what’s going on. Every worry subsides in place of the extreme pleasure coming from phallus fucking anus. … “What about you, sissy? Did you cum?” $k asks, around the same time you return to reality. Even more so than last time, you’re surprised by the result. Each time you repeat this scenario you should get you closer to climax, and maybe you are, but the magical threshold has yet to be crossed. “I guess not.” <<if visited("Anal 2a") is 2>><<set $TalkOrgasm to 1>>//But why - I've been so close! Maybe Mr Oldenstein will have something to say about this.//\ <<else>>After taking a moment longer to recover, $k and you sit on the side of the bed, quietly rejoicing in her post orgasmic bliss, and your…post edging bliss?<</if>> <<if $BuyDress is 0>>[[Dress 1a<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[Dress 2a<-Continue]]<</if>> <<if $ConMove is 5>>[[Hattan Final 1a<-Ask her about going to New Hattan]] <</if>>\ <<if $ConChem is 4>>[[Chem Katie Talk<-Talk to her about Lisa's offer]] <</if>>\ <<if $ConMaid is 4>>[[Maid Katie 1<-Ask her if she's turning you into a maid]] <</if>>\ <<if $ConLine gte 7 and $EGirlyDress is 1>>[[Dress Confront 1<-Apologize for wearing the dress]] <</if>>\ <<if visited("Maid Katie 1") is 0>>\ <<elseif $DressA is 4 and $HeelsA is 2 and $MakeupA gt 0 and $LingerieA gt 0>>[[Maid Katie Submit<-Submit to her as a maid]] \ <<else>>You're not dressed to submit to $k .<<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("You need to be wearing a maid outfit, white lingerie, black heels and makeup.");<</script>><</button>><</if>> <<if $ConMove is 6 and $ConLine is 8 and visited("Maid Seduce 1d") and visited("Maid Katie Submit") and visited("Confront Why 1") is 0 and visited("End")>>//After everything I've done to discover why she's trying to sissify me, I've still got nothing. Maybe it's time to demand an answer.// [[Confront Why 1<-Confront her]]<</if>>

<<if $ViagraA gt 0>><<set $EViagra to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $EBoner gt 0>><<set $EBoner to 0>><</if>>\ [img[Images/Airport.jpg]] <<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> Rather than call out to $k , you simply approach her. Your voice is at odds with your appearance, and would confuse most people, including your wife, who hear words exiting your mouth. <<if $MakeupA gt 0>>“==Can I== woah! $n ?” “Hi honey! How was your vacation.” “...good.” She murmurs, so bewildered that she forgets to form a complete sentence. “And what have you been up to in the past two weeks?” “Nothing much.” … “Why the hell are you wearing a dress?” “So are you - what’s your excuse?” “I wear women’s clothing everyday, which shouldn’t be a surprise, given that I //am// a woman. Now, answer my question.” “Boredom? Curiosity? A social experiment? Take your pick.” $k shakes her head. “And here I thought I knew you.” She laughs. “It’s nice to see we can still surprise each other. Did you do the makeup yourself, or will you be just as elusive about that?” “A lovely woman at the mall helped me with this.” “A woman, huh? I’m sure that’s the explanation for the dress, too.”\ <<elseif $MakeupA is 0>>“$n , what the hell?” “Hi honey! How was your vacation?” “...good.” She murmurs, so bewildered that she forgets to form a complete sentence. “Care to explain why you’re wearing a dress?” She insects the garment a little closer. “It’s not even one of mine.” “You don’t think I look nice?” “Well…you do, I’m just surprised. The husband who I left a couple weeks ago wouldn’t dare go out wearing anything like this, especially without covering your face with some makeup. This kind of confidence - it’s sexy.”<</if>> Her eyes switch to the shoes adorning your feet. <<if $HeelsA is -1>>“Do you think they work with the dress or not?” She shakes her head like a dog owner would at seeing their couch torn up. “No. No - they do not.” “Are you sure? I think the dull black work-look really balances the femininity of the dress.” “I hope you’re joking. Please tell me you’re joking.”\ <<elseif $HeelsA gt 0>>“Do you think they work with the dress or not?” “How are you even walking in them? It took me months to master heels.” “I spent cumulative days practicing in the mall.” “I’m sure.”<</if>> <<if $LingerieA gt 0>>“And the nylons - I do hope you’re wearing equally sexy things over your you-know-what.”\ <<else>>“Did you shave them?” $k asks, peering closer at your naked legs. “Wait - of course you didn’t. How I wish I could have body hair as non-existent as yours.”<</if>> “You know what? I was going to say let’s go to a nice restaurant, but I’ve got a better idea. $Eric 's having a party, and I know all our fashionable friends will //adore// seeing you like this.” “I still have to go even though I wore this for you?” “For me? I don’t remember asking you to pick me up dressed like a sissy.” “Right. How on earth could I think you did?” [[Drive Dress<-Continue]]

$k insists that you drive<<if $HeelsA is -1>>, which makes you thankful for your decision to wear the men’s shoes you have on.<<else>>, despite how she wouldn’t let you when you wore heels before when you went to $Eric 's house.<</if>> “I’ve got to check something before we get there.” She murmurs, not quite to herself, but not to you either. $k lifts up the hem of your dress, inspecting what’s underneath. <<if $LingerieA gt 0>>“I shouldn’t have doubted you - those panties look so precious!”\ <<else>>A curt sigh proves she’s not impressed. “What’s the point in wearing a dress if you’re just going to ruin it by wearing underwear that’s so mismatched? Why not wear a parka with a mini skirt while you’re at it?”<</if>> <<if $CCA is 2>>The hard material of the chastity cage brushes against her hand. Obviously $k knows what a chastity cage is, but she seems to take extra pleasure in playing dumb. “My my, what on earth is this?” The top of your underwear is delicately pulled down to expose the constraint. “You really are a sissy.” She searches around your body, looking for the key. It doesn’t take long before she finds it in the cupholder.\ <<else>><<set $CCA to 1, $EChastity to 1>>$k presses a hand against your crotch. She most likely expected something to be attached to your penis if you showed up wearing a chastity cage. “Keep your eyes focused on the road, honey. I’ve got to fix your mistake.” //Huh?// $k ‘s dance is one you’re already used to, though. Sneakily, she removes a chastity cage from her handbag, then locks it around your junk. Given how much time your dick has been spending in a cage lately, it almost feels natural to no longer be able to gain an erection. “If you’re wearing a dress out in public, we might as well sweeten the pot with something even cuter. Don’t you agree?” //Sure I do.//<</if>> <<if $LingerieA gt 0>>She picks the band of your panties up from beneath your balls, and returns it into place.\ <<else>><<set $LingerieA to 0>>“These boxers simply will not do.” She moans, returning to her handbag, then thinking better of it as she instead searches the glovebox. “Aha - I knew I had a pair of these in here.” “You keep a pair of panties in the car?” “Not panties.” She displays the item for you to see. “Scissors.” $k slides one of the arms of the scissors beneath your boxers, then slowly trims upwards until the item falls apart, or at least it will once you stand up. Then, her eager eyes switch to your socks. “They’re almost as mismatched as your undies.” Leaning over towards your feet, your wife wrestles the shoes onto the floor. “$k - I’m trying to drive here, and I’d prefer to not go to the hospital in this.” Her constant leg grabbing and foot pulling makes using the accelerator and brake pedals a challenge, but she’s insistent. Compared to your first experience of her using your need to keep eyes trained on the road, this is almost comical. She’s leaning over so much that her butt is lifted off the passenger seat, and only her seatbelt is keeping her steady. It’s bizarre how impatient she is, too. If she were willing to wait 15 minutes, you’d be parked, and she could destroy your socks in peace. “That’s one.” “I hope you’re planning on replacing those.” “...and two.” She returns to her upright position. Peeking down, you see your exposed feet, and remains of a pair of socks beneath them. “You know, it’s going to be really hard for you to put some stockings on me while I’m driving.” ““Stockings?” What made you think I was going to make you wear some of them?” “Call it intuition.” “Your legs look great already. I don’t think they need added artificial beauty.” “And for underwear?” “You should have thought about that before wearing the boxers.” “So if someone peeks up the dress, they’re going to see that I’m in a cage?” You moan. “Great.” “None of my friends would ever do something so perverted. Stop projecting.”<</if>> <<if $TattooA is 1>>Thankfully, $k doesn't seem to notice the tattoo due to some combination of her angle, and the fabric of your dress getting in the way.\ <<else>>$k ensures the fabric of your dress settles back down to its former position.<</if>> <<if $HeelsA gt 0>>Once the car is parked outside of $Eric 's house, you enter, giving one final readjustment to your dress.\ <<elseif $HeelsA lte 0>><<set $HeelsA to 2, $EHeels to 1>>Once the car is parked, $k snatches the men’s shoes from the car floor. “Not a chance.” She hands you a new pair of shoes from out of her suitcase. Naturally, they’re the heels she whipped out before.\ <<else>>“Come on, honey. Let’s show off the new you.”<</if>> <<if $LingerieA is -1>><<set $LingerieA to 0>><</if>> Sheepishly trailing her, you enter $Eric 's house. [[Party 3a<-Continue]]

[img[Images/Mansion.jpg]] “$k , it’s great to see you again!” $Eric calls out, kissing her on each cheek. His joyful expression takes a confused hit at seeing you in your current outfit. “$n . I see $k ‘s been just as busy at home as she has at work.” //What’s that supposed to mean?// “Actually,” your wife cuts in, “this was his doing, not mine.” “Oh, I see.” A smile returns to his face. <<if $DrawingA is 1>>"Even this?" He points to the part of your face decorated in curdely used permanent marker. "That? That was his new friends' doing." "It's sad the price some people pay for friendship."\ <<else>>“I suppose that makes sense. You’ll forgive me if I don’t kiss you on the cheek, $n . Normally the people who show up to my house wearing a dress are much prettier.” “No offense taken, I assure you.” //And you’re not as handsome as you’d like to believe// you have to hold your tongue back from adding.<</if>> The rat in nice clothing leads you both to the lounge, where the party is just as lively as before. Thankfully, nobody reacts to your outfit. In fact, people seem much more interested in your wife, though she is half of these people’s colleagues, so it should hardly be a surprise. //Perhaps she was right about how little fashionable people would care.// //Perhaps they’re all internally mocking me.// <<if $ViagraA is 1 and $ConChem is 0>>[[Party Viagra 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $ViagraA is 1 and $ConChem is 1 and $TattooA is 0 or $ViagraA is 1 and $ConChem is 4 or $ViagraA is 1 and $ConChem is 2>>[[Party Viagra 0<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $ViagraA is 1 and $ConChem gt 1 and $TattooA is 0>>[[Party Viagra 0<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $ViagraA is 1 and $ConChem is 1 and $TattooA is 1>>[[Party Viagra 2a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $ViagraA is 1 and $ConChem is 3 and $TattooA is 1>>[[Party Bodysuit 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $ViagraA is 1 and $ConChem gte 5 and $TattooA is 1>>[[Party Lisa Final 1a<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[Party Hub<-Continue]]<</if>>

The alien sensations of the party - the numerous voices contributing to the mess of noise, the concoction of designer perfumes blending together, and not to forget the pretentious jazz playing in the background, which $Eric //definitely// only put on to appear more sophisticated, fade away as attention turns, as it often does, to your crotch. While little $n could handle being put it in a cage, it can’t when you add viagra to the mix, and now, its intent on letting you know it. For a few minutes, you try to massage the growing erection away, but the metal barrier doesn’t let that happen. Nor does thinking about how the rug of the room fails to match with the curtains reduce your dick’s desire to be erect. And though you do try to be subtle with your self-aimed calming words and fabric rearranging, you’re certain that the moving protrusion under the fabric of the dress could be spotted by anyone who looks at your crotch. //Please no one notice. Please no one notice. Plea-// “Hi there, I’m Lisa.” The woman closest to you on the couch introduces herself, holding out a hand for you to shake. “Hi.” You rearrange your legs so that one is higher than the other, under the aim that the fabric will be firmly above your straining member, making it unnoticeable. “I’m $n .” “It’s lovely to meet you. You must be $k ‘s wi…husband..” “That’s me. Do you work with her?” “Sadly not. No, I work for HerViva.” “The pharmaceutical company?” “That’s the one.” “How’d you come to be at a party like this, then? Is $Eric having trouble getting it up?” “That wouldn’t surprise me.” She laughs, and you enjoy talking to someone this willing to mock him. “Not that our company could help him with that.” “Right, //HerViva//.” “No, I guess you’d say I’m friends with $Eric. We met at an event of a friend of a friend a while back, and we stayed in touch. I invite him to my parties, and he invites me to his. It gives us a chance to socialize with like minded people.” ““Like minded people?” Do you enjoy talking to brain dead entrepreneurs like $Eric?” The woman bursts out laughing. “You’re so funny. $k is a lucky woman.” //Was it even supposed to be funny? I think she’s just being polite.// “You should have been at this party he had a year ago. Somebody threw a statue at his brother and he had to be taken to the hospital.” “Oh” you reply. “That’s unfortunate.” “Hardly. It was a hilarious! It certainly shook up things more than any amount of cocktails could.” Seeing her positive view of it, you decide to come clean. “Actually, that was me.” A smirk crosses her face, and she leans in close. “I thought it was.” You reposition your legs again, still bothered by your persistent erection. “Oh honey, you don’t have to be that subtle. I know you’ve got a cage on under that dress.” [[Party Viagra 1b<-Continue]]

<<set $ViagraA to 0>>\ <<set $ConChem to 1>>\ [img[Images/Party lady.jpg]] “A cage?!” You yell, somehow as a whisper in the face of her confident accusation. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Sure you do. If you’re wearing a dress, you might as well put on a chastity cage beneath it. And now you’re struggling against an erection because you’re surrounded by pretty women, one of whom is attracted to you.” “That’s a mighty high opinion you have of yourself.” //It’s a shame you’re wrong though.// “That, or you took some aphrodisiacs earlier. Perhaps viagra?” “How did you…” “I’ve met a couple of sissies before.” She answers. “Well, they weren’t true sissies. They certainly didn’t have the confidence to wear a dress in public.” “I’d hardly say I’m a true sissy myself.” You reply, defensively. “Nor do I think you are.” <<if $NailsA gt 0>>“Even with this makeup and nails?” You ask, insulted(?) at her not thinking you’re a true sissy, whatever her parameters are.\ <<else>>“I suppose some makeup would have helped.”<</if>> She shakes her head. “See, that right there is part of the reason I know you’re not a sissy. Sure, cosmetics help, but you’ve glossed over the most important parts about being a sissy - dedication. Anyone can put on a dress and some makeup. But if you want to impress me, then you need to do something that proves you’re a sissy, not a pretender.” “And how would I go about doing that?” You ask out of curiosity. It’s not like you need to prove anything to a stranger. And even if you did, why would you want to prove you’re a sissy? “It’d have to be something permanent - or long lasting, at least.” “How about the blow to my pride from being seen like this?” “No, I mean something truly impactful. Something like…getting a tattoo.” “A tattoo? Are you saying The Rock is a sissy? Actually, that wouldn’t surprise me.” “Not any old tattoo. Something big, and in bright pink letters. S-I-S-S-Y.” She gestures with her hands like they would be huge. “It’d have to be on your crotch, too, to forever mark your clit as being useless.” “Well,” you begin, a little intimidated by her vivid imagination and intensity “I’m glad I’m not a real sissy.” “Certainly, I’m sure. Such a role comes with great humiliation. But a lot of pleasure, too.” “I wouldn’t know.” You conclude, now defensive of your remaining manhood. //Not that I am a sissy, mind you. But this Lisa is pretty interesting, and seems to have some insights into what it constitutes a “sissy”. Maybe talking to her more might help shine some light on why $k is wanting me to wear the cage, and everything else, too. Of course, that would mean proving myself to her - and she’s clarified what that would take. I suppose I could get a tattoo. Afterall, what’s permanent for everybody else doesn’t have to be for me, and I can easily undo it. But if I do get one, I’ll have to make sure $k doesn’t see it. There’s no good reason for why I’d have it without mentioning time travel, and that’s going to get her really worried. Thankfully, she’s much more less interested in my dick since I’ve been wearing a dress, so I won’t be able to meet her wearing my man clothes.// <<if visited("Anal 1d") is 0>>[[Anal 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $EPlug is 1 and visited("Anal Plugged 1a") is 0>>[[Anal Plugged 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $EPlug is 1 and visited("Anal Plugged 1a")>>[[Anal Plugged 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif visited("Anal 1d")>>[[Anal 2a<-Continue]]<</if>>

“Hello, I would like a tattoo please.” “Where, and what were you thinking?” “Near my,” you gulp reflexively “genitalia.” You cringe at the forced politeness of the word, wondering if you would have been better off simply saying penis. “And the design?” “Just a few letters.” “Alright, we actually have an artist free now. Follow me this lady.” The parlor’s version of a receptionist leads you to a “room”, which is actually a section of the main floor partitioned off with sanitary looking curtains. A woman a little younger than yourself greets you. Based on the many designs of ink coloring her own flesh, she gets high on her own supply. //At least she’s had a lot of practice.// “What was it you wanted? A word near your crotch?” She pats on the half reclined bed, encouraging you to take a seat whilst she inspects a few less than enticing needles, and other such sharp things which frequently appear in your nightmares. “That was it.” “And what word was that?” //Ahem// “sissy”. For some reason, the word in this environment stings more than most things you’ve done since you’ve been able to time travel. Even wearing a dress in public has put less color in your cheeks than uttering the one word did. Sure, there’s the fact that wearing a dress could easily be excused as a dare, but a permanent sigil like this has no easy out. The woman still playing around with her ink bottles has no doubt in her mind: you’re a sissy. Yet, isn’t that exactly why you’re getting the tattoo? A stranger, Lisa, wanted proof that you were a sissy. Why didn’t it bother you when she was discussing the minutiae of being a sissy? She certainly thought you were, so is your embarrassment dependant upon how accepting the knowing party is? For that matter, the tattoo artist hasn’t shown any reaction to the request. <<if $DressA gt 0>>“Alright - can you lift up your dress for me and point at where you’d like the tattoo?” You oblige, and show off a stretch of skin beneath your underwear.\ <<else>>“Alright - can you unzip your pants and show me where you’d like the tattoo?” You oblige, and show off a stretch of skin beneath your underwear.<</if>> <<if $LingerieA gt 0>>Of course, that means showing off your underwear, though following the request, seeing a pair of panties around your waist should hardly be a surprise for her.\ <<else>>Sadly, wearing a pair of boxers doesn’t preserve much in the way of masculinity, or modesty.<</if>> “Just to check the spelling, is it “s-i-s-s-y?”” “That’s correct.” “And what color would you like it?” “Pink.” “All pink? It might not come up to well against your skin tone.” “What about with a black outline?” “Sure, that’d work. Would you like any more detailing? Maybe a love heart to dot the “i”?” “Err…sure, if you think that’d look nice.” The woman sets about her task, and your embarrassment subsides as the active tattoo pen fills the “room” with noise. [[Tattoo 1b<-Continue]]

<<set $TattooA to 1>>\ <<if $CCA gt 0>>The tattoo takes roughly half an hour, and you were certain after only a minute that the artist knew, factually, that you’re wearing a chastity cage. For a start, your underwear is pulled down enough that some of the metal bars are peeking out. Secondly, her hand brushed up against the hard material enough times for it to not be excused as being an awkwardly positioned cock. Thirdly, she asks during the application process if you’d like further detailings, such as “butterflies” or “bows”. It speaks of such a knowledge of sissies to a point that she must know they inextricably linked to chastity cages.\ <<else>>The tattoo takes roughly half an hour, and, in addition to the polite, if forced, conversation she attempts, the woman inquires if you’d some butterflies and bows decorating the mark. Figuring that Lisa would appreciate the added detail, you confirm.<</if>> Remarkably, you’re also surprised by the lack of pain the needle gives you. Granted, that’s probably because you’re too busy worrying about the tattoo artist’s opinion of you, and if Lisa will consider this enough to prove your “sissyness”. Fortunately, she didn’t ask for the tattoo to be on your chest, or some other area of skin that’s less fatty. … “And you’re all done.” The woman remarks with a smile. “Huh.” You murmur, looking at the design in a full length mirror. //She really does know what being a sissy means.// It’s a well done piece of art, your jejune knowledge of art concludes. But you didn’t get it for aesthetic purposes, but rather, pragmatic ones. And if Lisa isn’t impressed by this, it’s doubtful anything could succeed. The tattoo artist also gives you a flood of information regarding skincare, recovery, blah, blah, and a little more blah. Yet again, that’s another thing these mortals around you have to worry about. With your time bending abilities, you can go back to undo something as benign as a paper cut. <<if $EOCWarning is 1 and $FNylon is 0 and $FNylon is 0>>*End of current content for this path. <</if>>\ [[Mall<-Return]]

<<set $TattooA to 1>>\ Your nerves are much calmer walking into the tattoo parlor this time. In fact, the way you vividly describe the tattoo you want to the artist seems to imbue a fear in her that she can’t possibly match your expectations, but that’s something of a pattern from when you repeat these kinds of things. The artist works her magic once more, decorating your body with subdermal metal to last a lifetime, ostensibly. There is, of course, an irony to the process that you only now recognize. Prior to your time travelling abilities and wife’s feminization, you would have been terrified of getting a tattoo. Anything sharp and steampunk looking is an instant rejection in your book. Yet, by leaning into this “sissy” persona, a character who is typically more submissive and timid, you’ve done something terrifying. Would it not hint at your newfound skills, you’d love to brag to $k about your new bravery, but sadly, this is a solitary satisfaction. [[Mall<-Continue]]

<<set $ViagraA to 0>>\ [img[Images/Party lady.jpg]] <<if $TattooA is 0>>Lacking a tattoo, Lisa is still skeptical as to your claim of sissyhood. Without the tattoo that she hinted at, you're helpless to get any further with her.\ <<elseif $ConChem is 1>>The now familiar sights and sounds of $Eric 's partly are not sufficient to distract you from the dance your dick is doing in its cage. Thankfully, you’re a little more experienced now in how to best position your legs to hide the efforts of your cock to get hard. They’re efforts that are noticed by Lisa nonetheless, and she introduces herself in the same cool way as she did before. You make small talk, just as before. She talks a little about her job at HerViva, and you do your best to keep her on the topic. “How long have you been there?” “What’s the biggest challenge you face?” And were you to talk for a while longer, you’d probably have to reach for “where do you see yourself in 10 years?” Though she engages in the conversation fully, not glancing for a second at your crotch, she inevitably points out that you’re wearing a chastity cage beneath the dress. From there, it’s a familiar discussion about the legitimacy of sissies. “Part timers”, as Lisa refers to them, are just “pretenders”. A tattoo is a surefire way to prove your dedication to the craft, she claims. The woman also laughs ridiculously at your jokes, which is bizarre. It took $k months to understand your humor. Lisa has achieved a perfect grasp at them in minutes. That, or she’s just trying to flatter you. It works.\ <<elseif $ConChem is 2 and $FFeet is 1 or $ConChem is 2 and $FFeet is 1>>Talking with Lisa so that you may repeat the pleasurable acts of before is one of the few hedonistic things you’ve done since discovering you can travel through time. In that regard, you should be proud of your restraint. But as you feel Lisa’s gentle body beneath you, you don’t care to congratulate yourself. In fact, there are no thoughts to be had at all. Pleasure takes precedent, and Lisa is a more than willing partner for such things. Of course, at the end of your fun, she encourages you to prove how shameless you are - as if that were an easy assignment.\ <<elseif $ConChem is 4>>Though you can repeat the same song and dance of flirtation and flaunting your sissyhood with Lisa, there's little reason to right now. If you want to discuss her offer further, you might want to talk to your wife about it first.<</if>> <<if visited("Anal 1d") is 0>>[[Anal 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $EPlug is 1 and visited("Anal Plugged 1a") is 0>>[[Anal Plugged 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $EPlug is 1 and visited("Anal Plugged 1a")>>[[Anal Plugged 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif visited("Anal 1d")>>[[Anal 2a<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $ConLine to 2>>\ [img[Images/Party assistant.jpg]] “What?” “Sure, it’s marketed as gender neutral, and absent of any “man” or “woman” labels, but all the sizes are in men’s clothing. All the advertising photography is going to feature men, and all the voiceovers are going to be done by men. Hell, $Eric 's currently debating how much of his budget he can give to an actor to be the spokesman.” “Huh.” “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a bigot. It’s the 21st century, and people shouldn’t be shunned for wearing what they want. Look at you - I’ve not even mentioned how unconventional your appearance is today. But to release a full line like this, I think it’s risky. Maybe in 10 years or so, but right now? $Eric 's making a big gamble. I hope it pays off.” “That’s…really interesting.” //Isn’t that a coincidence. $k secures a contract to release a whole load of feminine clothes for men, just at the same time she wants me to wear things like this.// You look down. //Why?// //They have to be connected. Does $k want me to be in the advertising, or something like that? That wouldn’t make sense - she knows how camera shy I am, and my opinions on how advertising has corrupted western values through imbuing a constant desire to buy things.// //Maybe she thought the outfits looked cute, and she wants me to wear one. But that wouldn’t explain the dildo, or why she wanted me to go outside wearing lingerie.// //Perhaps $k is still undecided on if the line is a good idea, and she’s using me as some sort of litmus test.// //I don’t know.// “But I really shouldn’t have showed you these images.” Danielle turns her phone off, and her attention returns to the necklace. “I’ll have to work extra hard for $k from now on - I can’t let her think I take her faith in me for granted. Would you give me a hand?” She struggles with the clasp of the necklace before handing it to you, turning around to expose the back of her neck. Still considering every possibility for your current status, you drape the gold jewelry around her shoulders, fiddling with the claps yourself. <<if $NailsA gt 0>>//These damn nails make it impossible.//<</if>> “It’s so beautiful!” Danielle exclaims, using a pocket mirror to admire the newest addition to her wardrobe. //Nevermind that. What’s going on with my wife?// //Mr Oldenstein might have something to say about this.// <<if visited("Anal 1d") is 0>>[[Anal 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $EPlug is 1 and visited("Anal Plugged 1a") is 0>>[[Anal Plugged 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $EPlug is 1 and visited("Anal Plugged 1a")>>[[Anal Plugged 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif visited("Anal 1d")>>[[Anal 2a<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $ViagraA to 0>>\ [img[Images/Party lady.jpg]] “Actually”, you reply to Lisa, who predictably questions your sissyness once more “I do have something to verify that I am.” “Oh? Show me, please!” She enthusiastically cries “Well, it’s a little crowded. I’d prefer not to flash everyone here.” She rolls her eyes, giggling slightly. “If you had the courage to get a tattoo marking you as a sissy, then I hardly think showing off what’s under this gorgeous dress of yours is too much for you. I //thought// you were brave.” “I am,” you baulk defensively. “Just…selectively.” “Right. Well, without proof, you’ll have to forgive me if I don’t believe you.” You glance around, noting that all the guests are busy sipping invariably from wine glasses, chatting boisterously with one another, and waiting for their turn to speak. None of them are paying much attention to you - despite your attire. <<if $ConMaid gt 1>>The maids, though standing alert, are likely dreaming about other things, such as escaping their belts, or strangling $Eric. //We really do have a lot in common.// And if they are paying attention to you, then they’d hardly complain about seeing your panties given their own sexual plight.\ <<else>>The maids are standing by like statues in a black and white film, though they all seem far too subservient to make an issue out of seeing your panties.<</if>> “Alright, fine.” You wave your hand for her to come in closer. “Look.” Gripping the hem of your dress with one hand, you pull it upwards. With the other, you yank down your panties, showing off the recently minted mark just a couple of inches from your caged member - as if Lisa needed proof of your chastity. “Oooh, that’s so pretty! I love the little bows.” Your drop the dress, suspiciously eyeing around to see if your embarrassing act was spotted by anyone else. It doesn’t seem like it was. “Well, I’m glad to be proven wrong. You //are// a sissy.” “Damn right.” You boast, unsure when exactly you felt the need, not a fear, to prove that to strangers. “I can’t question your dedication.” “No you can’t.” “I mean, if you’re willing to do that, you must be willing to do a hell of a lot.” “You’ve got that right.” “Then again…” “Oh?” “You can be devoted to something, but that doesn’t make you good at it.” “Well, I guess.” “I love dancing, but I know I look like I’ve got two left feet that are tied together. You could have all the sissy tattoos in the world. It doesn’t mean you can dress with the grace and style that a sissy should have, or do your makeup without looking like a clown who slept without cleaning their face. And most important of all, it doesn’t mean you’re //subservient//.” “Nobody has ever called me a dominant, I assure you.” “I could guess that.” She laughs, taking a moment to slip the heels propping her feet up. Instead, she plants them in your lap, the base of one foot resting gently on top of your caged penis. Even with the metal barrier, the stimulation takes you a couple steps away from going mad with lust, the viagra you took earlier certainly not helping. <<if $FFeet is 1 and $FNylon is 1>>With nowhere to rest your hands, they naturally fall on her ankles and feet, which are encased in a sheer layer of nylon. As if the feet weren’t enough, the delicate material makes your twitching penis seem like a piston, driving up with the force to lift a car. “But if you wanted to prove just how subservient you are, then you should make yourself busy. I’d //love// a foot massage from an obedient sissy right now.”\ <<elseif $FNylon is 1>>With nowhere to rest your hands, they naturally fall on her ankles and the lower part of her leg. As if the pretty woman, with her intoxicating perfume and flattering laugh wasn’t enough, now the sensation of delicate nylon under your hands makes your twitching penis seem like a piston, driving up with the force to lift a car. “But if you wanted to prove just how subservient you are, then you should make yourself busy. How about you stroke my legs and show me how obedient you really are.”\ <<elseif $FFeet is 1>>With nowhere to rest your hands, they naturally fall on her feet. Her bare skin feels impossibly soft, only comparable to $k ‘s legs for the first hour after they’ve been shaved. “But if you wanted to prove just how subservient you are, then you should make yourself busy. I’d //love// a foot massage from an obedient sissy right now.”\ <<else>>“But if you wanted to prove just how subservient you are, then you could..."<</if>> <<if $FFeet is 1 or $FNylon is 1>>You do a familiar analysis of the room. Nobody is paying attention to either you or Lisa still, but this isn’t some 5 second flash. Her feet being in your lap could color more than a few impressions of you, but add her request to that, and you’re looking mighty compromised indeed. <</if>> <<if $FFeet is 1 or $FNylon is 1>>[[Party Viagra 2 Feet<-Comply]] [[Party Viagra 2 No<-Refuse]]\ <<else>>[[Party Viagra 2 Feet<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<if $FFeet is 1 and $FNylon is 1>>Now with a deliberation to your movement, you place a hand on the top of her feet, feeling the heavenly sensation of sheer nylon stretched over the soft skin of her feet. Your other hand caresses them from the bottom, feeling as the material stretches over her heel and up to her toes. “Good. Don’t be afraid to hold back. Show me how submissive you really can be.” You look straight forward in an attempt to make your action more innocuous, yet you can perfectly imagine every millimeter of her divine feet. The curve of her heel, and the way it connects to her ankle. The underside of her toes, and how the nylon material crosses straight across the gap between her toes and feet. The movement of your hands intensify, and now you can’t help but look down at the incredible feet which tempt your dick to break free from its cage. [img[Images/Nylon feet 1.jpg]] The toes seem so delicate, doubly so beneath the gossamer material. She has a perfect pedicure, which you can’t make out the color of due to the thin black/brown veneer of nylon. With each of her miniscule movements, like the way her toes twiddle, you feel even more turned on. It’s not long before your rubbing speeds up, and you can even make out…”mmph. That’s the spot.” Lisa affirms. Glancing towards her, the beautiful eyes which were formerly locked on your hands have now shut as she relishes the massage. Feeling the power of your movement, you’re helplessly encouraged, and pick up the pace even more. “Ooh, yes $n .” She can barely keep her words at the level of a whisper. “Keep going, sissy. Keep going.”\ <<elseif $FNylon is 1>>Now with a deliberation to your movement, you place a hand at her ankles, feeling the heavenly sensation of sheer nylon stretched over her encased legs. “Good. Don’t be afraid to hold back. Show me how submissive you really can be.” You look straight forward in an attempt to make your action more innocuous, yet you can perfectly imagine every millimeter of her two legs peaking out from beneath her dress, stretching over the couch and onto your body. “You don’t need to be shy. Don’t you think I’ve noticed how you can’t help but stare at my pantyhose? I’m sure that’s what got you so worked up in your cage, hasn’t it? Or is it her?” Lisa points to another guest at the party. A woman, wearing an outfit much like the others here, her legs dressed up in a similar denier of nylons to Lisa’s. “You’re so weak for them, aren’t you?” The movement of your hands intensify, and now you can’t help but look down at her legs. Each stroke from ankle to knee seems to be greater than the last, tantalizing you with every rub of the gossamer material. [img[Images/Nylon feet 1.jpg]] It’s not long before your rubbing speeds up, and you can even make out…”mmph. That’s the spot.” Lisa affirms. Glancing towards her, the beautiful eyes which were formerly locked on your hands have now shut as she relishes the massage. Feeling the power of your movement, you’re helplessly encouraged, and pick up the pace even more. “Ooh, yes $n .” She can barely keep her words at the level of a whisper. “Keep going, sissy. Keep going.”\ <<elseif $FFeet is 1>>Now with a deliberation to your movement, you place a hand on the top of her feet, feeling the heavenly sensation of supple skin. Your other hand caresses them from the bottom, enjoying every curve of her luscious feet. “Good. Don’t be afraid to hold back. Show me how submissive you really can be.” You look straight forward in an attempt to make your action more innocuous, yet you can perfectly imagine every millimeter of her divine feet. The curve of her heel, and the way it connects to her ankle. The underside of her toes, and the small trench that is formed from the way curve slightly. The movement of your hands intensify, and now you can’t help but look down at the incredible feet which tempt your dick to break free from its cage. [img[Images/Feet 1.jpg]] The toes seem so delicate. There are ten tiny digits, each with a pristine coat of nail polish shining in the many overhead lights of the chandelier. It’s not long before your rubbing speeds up, and you can even make out…”mmph. That’s the spot.” Lisa affirms. Glancing towards her, the beautiful eyes which were formerly locked on your hands have now shut as she relishes the massage. Feeling the power of your movement, you’re helplessly encouraged, and pick up the pace even more. “Ooh, yes $n .” She can barely keep her words at the level of a whisper. “Keep going, sissy. Keep going.”\ <<else>>Your time travel powers prove useful once again as you effortlessly skip past the //demeaning// task Lisa may have set for you. You’re a degenerate, certainly. But you’re not //that// depraved.<</if>> <<if $FFeet is 1 or $FNylon is 1>>You lose track of time, both you and your newfound friend melting in symbiotic pleasure that seems to never end. … “Good girl.” She pivots her legs around again, allowing her to slip the shoes back on. You feel on the edge of something great, but remain satisfied with what you had. “You’ve proven your sissyness once again.” //First a tattoo, now this. I wonder what else she’ll want me to do.//<</if>> [[Party Viagra Shame<-Continue]]

[img[Images/Party lady.jpg]] You gently push the woman’s feet off your lap. She doesn’t attempt to hide her disappointment. “I guess you aren’t a sissy after all.” “Right, I just have this tattoo for nothing.” “I mean, if you can’t even get over your petty fears about doing something so benign, how could you be expected to suck a dick without complaining?” Though you disagree with how innocent she makes her request sound, you give up trying to argue with her. She’s only interested in what you refused to do, and so there’s no more words that need to be shared. <<if visited("Anal 1d") is 0>>[[Anal 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $EPlug is 1 and visited("Anal Plugged 1a") is 0>>[[Anal Plugged 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $EPlug is 1 and visited("Anal Plugged 1a")>>[[Anal Plugged 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif visited("Anal 1d")>>[[Anal 2a<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $Ran1 to random(1, 3)>>\ <<set $Ran2 to random(1, 3)>>\ <<set $Ran3 to random(1, 3)>>\

“$Eric. We need to talk.” “I thought $k had made it clear that apologizing to Lee wasn’t necessary. Along with his crushed toe, you crushed his dreams. Even if the words necessary to make amends existed, you certainly don’t have the finesse to string them together.” “This isn’t about your stupid brother and his stupid toe. It’s about the maids.” “You’re wondering if any of them are single? Sadly not, but that shouldn’t stop you from leaving your wife and finding someone in your league.” “I know about the chastity belts, $Eric, and I know about how you coerced the maids into them.” He silently stares at you. If he’s surprised at your discovery, he doesn’t show it. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “Yes you do. The head maid - you forced her into a chastity belt, then promised her release if she manipulated her friends into the same situation. And now you want to torture them even more. Why? What’s the point in nipple clamps when they already serve you?” Seeing his ambivalence, you grab him by the arms and shake him. “And I suppose I’m supposed to believe that it’s a complete coincidence that my wife decided to put a chastity cage on me, too? I’d never seen one of the things before a few hours ago, and since arriving here, I’ve learned your entire maid crew are kept just the same. So explain it to me, $Eric, because from where I’m standing, it seems like I’ve got you to blame.” He observes you for tauntingly long. The man’s business tactics prove as infuriating as you’d imagine them to be, as his poker face is impenetrable. “Are you sure you want to know?” “Why do you think I asked?” He shakes his head, then heads over to a small wooden box placed on top of a dresser. With his back to you, what he’s up to is a mystery, though you don’t have the chance to ponder it for long. “Just remember,” he utters, a sick grin across his, “you asked for this.” Opening his hand, there’s a fine powder resting in the palm. It’s an off-white hue, and you’re briefly confused at to how the substance is supposed to give you an answer. That’s when you realize - it’s not. Like wind rustling through a forest of foliage, an audible gust blows the powder straight into your face, allowed unopposed entry to your nostrils and into your mouth. You instinctively cough, getting flashbacks to the time you thought it’d be a good idea to see if raw flour was edible. “What wa…wha…tha…” You collapse on the floor. [[Maid Basement 1b<-...]]

<<set $DressA to 4>>\ <<set $DrugA to 1>>\ You awaken to find yourself in a much different location. It’s colder, more echoey, and the wooden floor your face struggles to lift itself from is much harder than the carpet you collapsed on some time ago. Getting a gauge of your bearings, you note another reason why you might be colder. //Why am I…// Your outfit has been switched for something more…demure. Demure, and subservient. Just like the maids who you were trying to help, a black and white uniform hangs from your shoulders. The hem ends a couple of inches above your knees. <<if $FBondage is 1>> Though you try to get to your feet, as you do, the zip tie (black, somebody likes their color coordinated outfits), binding your wrists together proves the task harder than you thought. Not to be overlooked, there’s still a haze in your mind, maybe from the powder you inhaled.<<else>>Though you try to get to your feet, the lingering haze in your mind from whatever that powder was you inhaled makes it a much harder task than you’d expect it to be.<</if>> “Good, you’re awake.” A satisfied voice calls out. The smugness alone could identify the voice as $Eric 's. You turn to face him, half expecting some sort of combat, but even in your freshest of states, you’d prove no match for the bigger man, even if he’s only average in height, musculature and weight. “Where are we? What did you do? And why am I wearing this dress?” “You’re quite inquisitive today, $n . A little //too// inquisitive.” “You know, I think this basement might be my favorite room of your house. There’s a distinct lack of pretentious paintings in here. Now answer my question: why am I wearing a maid outfit?” “If you figured out what I was doing to my staff, I’m sure you can figure this out too. But in case you need a hint, let’s just say that the fact you’re already wearing a chastity cage threw a wrench in my plan.” “Hey, the cage is new. Don’t go thinking I’ve always worn it.” $Eric sighs, perhaps wanting the satisfaction of revealing his genius to you if you can’t figure it out. “I need to keep you quiet; we can’t have you revealing what my maids are wearing. And until I can figure out how, you’ll be staying down here. Consider your costume a teaser of what’s to come. Now, what should I tell your wife?” You start giggling, first under your breath, and then until it’s so loud that $Eric has to consider putting a cloth in your mouth. “What are you finding funny? Have you always wanted to be my servant or something?” “Oh? No, it’s not that.” //You fool. Nobody can trap me anymore. My powers make me practically invincible. You might as well have just given me a paper cut.// “You see, I have these powers, $Eric. Magical, mystical, whatever. And they make situations like this delightfully easy to escape from. But you should consider yourself lucky. I promise I won’t piss in your coffee too many times for this kidnapping and imprisonment.” “And what powers are those?” “Time travel.” <<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Maid Basement 1c")>> <</button>>

“*Ahem*” “Time travel!” <<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Maid Basement 1d")>> <</button>>

“Are you getting maids and wizards mixed up again?” “Time travel!” No matter the way in which you pronounce it, wave your hands, or blink, it doen’t work. Your powers are gone. $Eric shakes his head in one final display of disappointment, before heading up the staircase to ground level. “I’ll have the maids bring you something in a hours. Keep quite until then.” Closing the door behind him, you hear the unmistakable sound of a locking mechanism, but that’s far from your worries. <<if $TattooA is 1>>//I really lost my powers whilst I have this sissy tattoo? Great. Why not just kill me now? This is going to require so much explaining to $k …if this isn’t all one scarily vivid dream.//\ <<else>>//I really lost my powers now, of all times? With everything that’s happened tonight, I’m sure there’s something I can say to $k to excuse this as a one off. Trouble is, I don’t speak French.//<</if>> No matter how much time you spend meditating in an attempt to regain your abilities, they remain painfully absent, and now you’re left in $Eric 's clutches like a damsel in distress, and he were an oversized koopa with spikes on his shell. <<if $FBondage is 1>>Worse, the powder you inhaled still clouds your ability to think, see, hear, or even remember what you were wearing prior to the maid outfit. Even if you could get up and somehow not stumble side to side like a drunkard on a ship during a riotous storm, the binds would send you tripping back down to earth in a hurry.\ <<else>>The powder you inhaled still clouds your ability to think, see, hear, or even remember what you were wearing prior to the maid outfit. Briefly gathering your little strength to return to your feet, you immediately wish you hadn’t, as you plummet back down to the floor - a floor which you wish the maid crew gave a fair bit more attention to. You wipe the dust of your chin.<</if>> [[Maid Basement 1e<-Continue]]

Despite your hatred of $Eric, your will to escape fades fast. Your time travel abilities had only been an aspect of your life for a cumulative few days, at most, yet you now realize you were dependant on them - so much so that you made the stupid decision to approach $Eric without a backup plan should he take exception to you calling him out on his actions. Now, you imagine you’ll be left to serve as his chastized maid for all eternity. Worst of all, you can imagine the sick story $Eric will weave to $k , convincing her that you ran out of the party, only for you to never return, all whilst you’re stuck down here. Not even the vomit inducing image of him persuading her to start dating again brings the neccasary rage to pull you out of your stupor. That drug - whatever it was - is having horrid effects on you. That realization gets hammered home when you see a bizarre apparation scurrying along the wall towards you. A rodent, with a trailing pink tail and brown fur squeeks its way towards you. It's curious, seeing the rare guest in its basement, especially when the guest is a guy dressed in a maid outfit. You’re curious due to the white shirt and tuxedo the rat is wearing. “Cheese?” The abomination of tailored clothing and rodent asks, settling next to you. “Sorry,” you shrug your shoudlers. “I don’t even have pockets.” “That bastard, $Eric. I keep putting “cheese” on his shopping list. And no matter how much I tell him cheesecake doesn’t count, the best I can hope for is the scraps from his wine and cheese parties.” ““Wine and cheese?” I can see that. God, I hate that guy.” “Hey, try living with him.” “At least you get to spit in his coffee when he’s not looking. I’ve got to listen to my wife compliment his buisness accumen, and right now he’s probably drawing up a contract for our divorce.” “You’re not the one who hears him sleep talk.” “Mmm, money, money, money...” “Mmm, how best can I erode the values of my employees tomorrow?...” “It’s hard to have sex with a used sock when I’ve got to hear that.” “I can imagine.” “So what’s with the maid dress? Has he got some fancy dress gig going on or something?” “More of $Eric 's doing.” “Bastard.” You murmur in unison. “And what about that?” You spot the rat peeking up your skirt, <<if $LingerieA gt 0>>towards your panties. “That was my wife’s doing. You should see what’s underneath.” “Cheese?” “No, a chastity cage.” “Damn, really? My wife pulled that on me the other day.”\ <<elseif $LingerieA is 0>>towards your chastity cage. “That’s my wife’s doing.” “Is it metal?” You nod your head. “I might be able to chomp down through the material for you.” He shows off his sharp, yellow teeth. “No thanks.” You politely decline, not wanting the incissors within biting range of your member. “Your choice. Funny coincidence - my wife pulled the chastity cage trick on me the other day.”<</if>> “Really?” “Yep. We were driving back from the cheese store, and she locked the thing on me whilst I couldn’t even see what she was doing.” “No kidding! My wife did the same.” There’s an empathetic silence that grows over the two of you. Your “unique” experience has turned out to be anything but, according to the rodent. “Say, I don’t suppose you know what the powder he used on me was, do you?” “I forget the formal name, but it’s supposed to screw with your senses. In heavy enough doses it’ll knock a person out.” “That much I knew. What I don’t know is why it made me lose my time travel abilities.” ““Lose them?” You didn’t lose them, pal. You’ve just got to wait for the drug to wear off, then you’ll be right as rain.” “Really?” You erupt, overjoyed at the news. “So I’m not going to be stuck as $Eric 's maid?” “God, no. I’d put you out of your misery long before that could happen, anyway.” “How long until I get them back?” “Probably a couple of hours, a little less depending on how hydrated you are. Here,” from a flap in his blazer, the rat pulls out a bottle of water, placing it in front of you. “Thanks.” You take a swig of the water. Thankfully, the cap is sealed on, meaning it hasn’t been drank out of before. Not to say that you don’t trust your new friend, but he could certainly do with a breath mint. Your senses, which previously felt like there were a weighted blanket stretched across them, regain a small amount of strength thanks to the tonic. “So what’s it like being a rat?” [[Maid Basement 1f<-Continue]]

<<set $BuyMaidOutfit to 1, $BuyWhiteLingerie to 1>>\ <<set $DrugA to 0>>\ “Damn those maids are hot, though. Sometimes when they come down here for some wine, I manage to get a peak up their little dresses. Being a squashable size has its perks.” The rodent laughs. “I can imagine. Shame $Eric 's keeping them locked in chastity.” “Yeah, you ain’t kidding. Poor gals can’t even Jill off during their breaks. What kind of country are you living in if you can’t even do that?” The haze which was previously clouding your thoughts has been thoroughly lifted during the lengthy conversation, to a point that a bizarre, indescrible feeling returns, giving you confidence that traveling back to the mall is once again possible. As much as that is a relief, you’re still left bummed out. Despite being kidnapped by $Eric, you’re not one step closer to getting the maids out of their predicament. “I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but you do make that dress work.” “Thanks.” You curtly laugh, still disamyed. “I mean it. What I would give for the missus to put something like that on once in a while.” As though a bolt of lightning imbued you with sudden genius, a brilliant idea occurs to you. //$Eric likes having people be subservient to him. It makes him feel powerful, but that also makes him vulnerable. If I acted really submissive, there’s a chance I could lure him somewhere secluded, and maybe turn the tables around.// //Of course, I’ll need to look the part. It’s clear $Eric likes the uniform of his maids, so I’ll have to wear one of them. And if I want any chance of making him drop his guard, the rest of the details will need to be flawless. I’ll need some matching white lingerie, a perfect face of makeup, black heels, and be able to walk well in them.// //And if I really want to stop his torment, a chastity cage - one that’s not locked on me.// You gulp with a reluctance to how the scenario plays out in your head. //And I’ll need to be able to suck dick like a pro.// You bid the rat a goodbye, before returning to the mall. You've unlocked a new item at the sex store! You've unlocked a new item at the lingerie store! <<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<set $DressA to -1>> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>>

Your “gotcha!” moment is quickly ruined by $Eric once again blowing the mysterious powder in your face. When you wake up, you shouldn’t be surprised to be in the basement, yet the drug clouds your cognitive abilities enough that for a brief moment, you are. Similarly, it takes a while to understand why you’re in a maid outfit. What isn’t a surprise, due to its nature as a universal constant, is $Eric 's smugness. He brags about how he’ll keep you quiet, and laughs over how $k will take 1, perhaps even 2, weeks to move on and find someone better. Once he sets a languid pace in leaving, boasting the entire time he ascends the staircase, you’re expecting your rat friend to reappear. No matter how much you murmur “free cheese” or “lusty upskirt shots of maids”, however, the rodent remains suspiciously absent. You consider what action you took earlier would cause the rat to not appear. The butterfly effect is scary, and the slightest thing could result in unintented consequences. Perhaps you swore one too many times after being cut off earlier, or maybe you just weren’t checking out enough pedestrians. After a while, $Eric abides by his earlier point to send a maid to check on you. The irony is not lost on you that it is the head maid - the one you swore to help. Of course, he most likely sent her down as she’s the most subservient to him due to the chasity belt and nipple clamps, the latter of which the other maids are still lacking. She doesn’t spend much time in the basement, only enough to place a tray of food and a bottle of water down. Likely having an idea of your fate already, the maid struggles to even look you in the eyes. “He’s not that bad.” She murmurs on her way out in an attempt to comfort you, though her inconfidently spoken words make it sound more like she’s trying to convince herself. After a few more hours, these ones spent in complete solitude, your powers return enough to allow you to reverse the course of the day once more. <<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>>

It was clear from the way he walked in that $Eric is struggling to keep his eyes off you. Something about seeing you in a maid outfit is making his heart race, even though he knows that underneath the makeup, it’s you: $k ‘s husband, and that between your legs isnot a vagina, like //his// maids have, but a cock. Perhaps it’s because of who you are that he’s excited - chance to ensnare the partner of his greatest employee. It certainly can’t harm the matter that your disdain for him hasn’t been hidden. //If I could get him in chastity, I’d make him mine, then he’ll have no choice but to respect me.// You can imagine him thinking. You shudder, wanting to get this plan over with. It’s bad enough having to do it, without tormenting yourself over the minutiae of it. “Do you have some handcuffs around here?” “Handcuffs?” He perks up. “Over there.” He points to one of the closets, and you confidently stride over. “Those heels,” he gulps “they really accentuate your figure.” “Would you believe I only learned to walk in them today?” There are a pair of handcuffs in the closet - exactly how many you’ll need. Strolling confidently back to the bed, you toss them beside him, and he only now decides to ask what you want them for. “I figure we can have some fun with them.” Feeling his eyes leer at you from head to toe leads to a bizarre mix of pride and disgust. Feeling desired has always been nice, but when it’s from something like this - someone you hate - it makes this already confounding situation utterly perplexing emotionally. “I noticed you couldn’t stop looking at me when I walked in with my wife. Is it something to do with this maid dress.” You ask, already knowing the answer. “Well,” he coughs, “I can’t say I was expecting you to turn up looking like this.” “You can drop the excuses, $Eric. Or should I say, sir.” You place a hand on his thigh, trying to muster up words of submission, rather than vomit. “I can’t tell you how much I’d love to be your maid.” “...I suppose we can figure something out.” He struggles to answer, his breaths getting deeper, and his heartbeat audible after he finishes talking. “May I?” Your eyes flicker to his crotch, which your hand slides towards. “Go ahead.” Your fingers, decorated with the long nails you’re becoming accustomed to, ease his fly down, exposing a hard cock straining beneath his boxers. Gently clasping the waistband of his underwear, his dick follows them briefly before popping up over the band. Not only is it hard, entirely by the vision of you, but it’s staring right at you, like both $Eric, and his cock, wanted to be pleased by you. You spit on the tip, and get ready to do just that. [[Maid Seduce 1b<-Continue]]

<<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>> “Regardless of why you wanted me to wear the cage, the lingerie, this dress…” you flick your eyes downwards, noting the complete 180 in how you expected you’d appear today, “did we really have to come to $Eric 's house?” “A little bit of work, and a little bit of play.” She plays with your body some more in front of the mirror. “Besides, I think you’ve had more fun that you’re letting on.” “It has been a busy day.” You laugh. “It’s a shame we don’t have more time.” She gives you a passionate kiss. “I’ve got a couple more people to wish well to, than we can head home.” $k heads out of the room, looking over her shoulder at you one last time as she does. Since she didn’t drag you out behind her, you assume it’s fine to linger in the room - free of the affluent socialites plaguing the party. Crashing down on the bed, exhausted, you wonder what life will be like tomorrow. You also wonder if your asshole will ever close again, or if it’s just going to be agape forever now. As you’re pondering this, the head of the plague himself wafts into the room. “That’s some wife you have, $n ”. “She’s pretty great, isn’t she?” He sits on the edge of the bed, far closer than you’d choose to be near him. [[Go Home 1a<-Wait]] <<if $ConMaid gte 4 and visited("Maid Basement 1a") is 0>>[[Maid Basement 1a<-Ask him to free the maids]] \ <<elseif visited("Maid Basement 1a")>>[[Maid Basement 2a<-Ask him to free the maids (again)]] <</if>>\ <<if visited("Maid Basement 1a") and visited("Maid Seduce 1a") is 0 and $HeelsA is 2 and $BuyDildo gte 3 and $MakeupA gt 0 and $DressA is 4 and $LingerieA is 4 and $CCA is 1 and $CC1 is 1>>[[Maid Seduce 1a<-Make him release the maids from chastity]] \ \ <<elseif visited("Maid Basement 1a")>>You're not dressed to "convince" $Eric to free the maids. <<button Info>><<script>>UI.alert("You need to wear a maid uniform, white lingerie, makeup, black heels (that you trained to walk in), a chastity cage that you're not wearing, and the ability to suck a cock well.");<</script>><</button>> \ <<elseif visited("Maid Seduce 1a") and $HeelsA is 2 and $BuyDildo gte 3 and $MakeupA gt 0 and $DressA is 4 and $LingerieA is 4 and $CCA is 1 and $CC1 is 1>>[[Maid Seduce 2a<-Make him release the maids from chastity]] <</if>>\

$k takes the lead in exiting the house, much to your relief. She doesn’t even waste time shaking a single hand, or wishing anyone a goodbye. It’s been a //long// day, and maybe $k is as tired as you are. Seated in the car, your ass is still feeling the heavy pounding it got a moment ago. Were you not seated comfortably, you might want to massage the sore hole better. Thankfully, once you arrive back home, $k doesn’t decide she wants another carton of milk, or to dress you up with jewelry and do your hair. Instead, she’s as eager to collapse in bed as you are. Though you’re still perplexed by the reason behind your wife’s desires, you can always find them out tomorrow. //Hopefully.// Soon enough, you succumb to hebetude’s embrace, and reality fades from your consciousness once more. <<if visited("End") is 0>>[[End<-...]]\ <<else>>[[End 2<-...]]<</if>>

$Eric 's cock is much stiffer than $k ‘s strapon. Your wife’s silicone phallus was much easier to sway left or right, which is completely unrealistic. Wrapping a hand around $Eric 's member, it hits you just how hard it is. It wants to be served, and it won’t go away until a fountain of cum erupts…or so it thinks. Of course, giving him a handjob right now is completely unnecessary. The foreplay already happened when $Eric 's eyes were glaring unsubtly at your legs and dress. No, the handjob is more for you to prepare for the blowjob. It is still $Eric, afterall, and you’d much rather shove him of a cliff than do this. Sadly, there aren’t any cliffs nearby, apart from the metaphorical colossus that is his ego. Your lips wrap around the head of his cock, and the warmth immediately feels more inviting than the luke-warm silicone of a strapon. It’s like the dick is alive, with its own heartbeat and desires. Rather than cold indifference, you can feel the dick pleading for you to keep sucking. Naturally, you do. Without having spent so much time sucking your dildo in the toilets of the mall, you’d barely be able to manage the full length of $Eric 's cock. Sadly, he’s packing a serious monster that justifies his unshakeable confidence. Fortunately, your training means swallowing his cock from tip to base is hardly uncomfortable. In fact, a part of you is actually enjoying it. $Eric, who previously sat up, lies down at some point during the act. His pleasure at seeing someone who hates him, yet willingly submitting to him, leads him to state of such extreme satisfaction that his eyes close, and he dreams of nirvana. Of course, this is exactly what you wanted. He’s enjoying it, so much so that his guard has dropped. You withdraw your throat from his cock, wiping away the tendrils of saliva still connecting the two. Looking at the base of his cock, you note the rings of lipstick - proof of both your sissification and cock sucking skills. “Since you’re going to be my master from tomorrow, how about we have a little fun today?” “Isn’t this fun to you?” “I meant with these.” You jiggle the handcuffs, and they give off a distinct rattling sound as the links of the chain strike one another. “I suppose we can. Give me your hands.” “Actually,” you counter, hoping your gamble pays off. If it doesn’t, the blowjob would be for nothing. “Why don’t I put them on you?” “That’d hardly be proper for a maid to do.” “I’m not like the rest of your maids, am I?” “...I suppose it could be fun to spice things up - just for tonight.” You smile, agreeing. Wrapping one of the cuffs around his wrist, you connect it to the bedpost closest to it. You make sure to work fast, in case his erection fades, and he thinks better of what’s unfolding. The cuffing is repeated on his other wrist, and he’s left helplessly restrained, only able to move his legs without steel fighting back. “Well go on, then.” $Eric demands, nodding at his cock. [[Maid Seduce 1c<-Continue]]

““Go on” what?” $Eric laughs. “Oh, you’re more submissive than I ever could have predicted. Go on…sissy.” You want to join in the laughter, but think better of it. You’ll be able to laugh as much as you want in just a moment, and at his expense, not yours. Taking out the chastity cage you bought, you hold in front of $Eric, taunting him. Incredibly, he still hasn’t caught on to what’s happening. “Go on, $n . Put it on your tiny cock and give me the key - give it to your new master.” “I could…” your hand moves to within less than an inch of his cock, but don’t resume the action. Instead, you leave it there, teasing him with //almost// a handjob. “What are you waiting for? Please your new master!” You remain silent, and in spite of $Eric 's anger, his passion fades, the hard on going with it. “‘The hell do you think you’re doing, $n ? This isn’t not what a maid is supposed to do.” With his cock flaccid, you wrap the ring of the chastity device around his balls, before reaching for the main portion of the cage. Only now does he realize how screwed he is, far, far too late. “Is this about how I offered to set $k up with someone in her own league? I was joking, I swear!” “No, it’s not. Well, maybe a little, but primarily this is for the maids.” “What about them? You don’t know about th…” “Yes, $Eric, I know about the chastity belts, and the nipple clamps, too.” “That stupid bitch; I knew I should have started gagging her.” $Eric wriggles as much as he can, making hard to attach the cage to the ring, but through attrition, you manage to secure it, and his member is chastised as much as yours is. “Let me out, $n . I’ll give you whatever you want - money, my car…I’ll give $k my job, but don’t leave me in this thing.” In a sweet moment of catharsis, you dangle the key over his face. He tries everything in his power to take it - biting at the air included. Naturally, he only makes a further fool of himself. With $Eric 's power thwarted, you exit the room. [[Maid Seduce 1d<-Continue]]

The head maid is waiting as you close as the door, though she gets a good enough peek inside to see $Eric tied up. “I hope you don’t mind, but I was listening to everything you said.” Admiring the key to $Eric 's cage, you place it in the maid’s hand. “That’s for his dick - it’s as secure as the belts around you and the other maids are. I’m sure you can figure out a trade where you can be set free.” “I’m sure we can, though we might have a little fun while he’s tied up first.” She giggles. “I can’t say I’d blame you.” You shake hands with the maid, a wave of pride washing over you for helping those in need. It almost manages to drown away the nagging complaint that you sucked $Eric 's dick. //All the mouthwash in the world…// [[Go Home 1a<-Continue]]

“Honey, do you think I don’t do enough chores around the house?” “What? Where is this coming from?” You shrug your shoulders. “I was just thinking on it while you were away.” “Well, you could always help out more.” She replies. “I knew it.” “But compared to some of the girls at work - let’s just say some of their boyfriends couldn’t even tell a dishcloth and a tea towel apart - I’m happy with how tidy you are.” “Are you satisfied, though? Not just in comparison to those selfish man children, but with me?” $k has to think for a while - a pause that is less than encouraging. “I guess it wouldn’t kill you to take the initiative and clean up things before I have to ask you to.” You sigh. The pseudo uncertainty in her voice, like she were just coming up with the idea now, the niceness with which she asks you to do something. She’s been annoyed about your messiness a long time. //Just how long?// You’re so untidy that she doesn’t even know how to bring it up herself, and even when you did broach that topic, she couldn’t even say what she truly felt. “I’ll try, sweetie.” “Thanks, babe.” //Listen to her, she hates me! And if she does, she’d have no issues about trying to turn me into a maid - that must be why she’s feminizing me. Well, if I can’t get her to admit that through a normal conversation, then there’s only one way I can. I’m going to have to submit to her as a maid.// <<if $BuyDress is 0>>[[Dress 1a<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[Dress 2a<-Continue]]<</if>>

$k ‘s hands continue to wrap around your body. Adorned as it is in a classic maid outfit, complimented with matching white stockings, now would be the perfect time to submit to your wife as her maid. You turn to her, taking one of hands in your own. “$k , I love you. I have ever since I first met you, and I don’t think there’s a thing you could do to make me not love you for the rest of time. I couldn’t imagine my life without you, and so I hope you know that I mean this: I want to be your maid.” “My mai…is this some bit you’re doing? Don’t get me wrong, your commitment to it ever since you picked me up from the airport has been incredible, but I assumed you were just going to burst out laughing at some point.” “Honey, I know that you’re not happy with me as a husband. I know I could be tidier. And I also know that if I didn’t wear these things for you today, you would have wanted me in them all the same. You want to feminize me so that I can be a better husband, and I accept that. I want to do this for you.” $k is visibly stunned, and wordless utterances of confusion escape her mouth. “$n …I don’t know what to say.” She pauses, still figuring out the meaning behind your words. She knows you’re sincere, though the reason behind it is still a mystery for her. “Sure, I’ve moaned about how messy you can be. But you know who else does that? Every married couple in existence. We’re no different from our neighbors, my parents…I’m sure Bonnie and Clyde had the exact same woes.” “But if it really was an issue, don’t you think I would have sat you down and asked for you to tidier? I mean, turning you into a maid is a bit of a last resort, isn’t it?” “But…” you’re just as flabbergasted as she was a moment ago. “$Eric 's maids, I talked to them. They’re kept in chastity just like you want me to be. Are you really telling me that’s a coincidence?” $k shrugs her shoulders. “Hey, what that man does in his free time is up to him (as troubling as that is to hear).” “So you don’t hate me?” ““Hate you?” $n , I love you.” $k laughs slightly, but still tries to be genuine. It’s clear to her how serious you are, and she wants you to know she’s taking your fears to heart. “I’m your partner, through thick or thin. We have issues, we can talk about them. I know things have been a little weird lately, and my vacation made you really worried. I’m sorry about that. But if anything, I love you more than ever.” She kisses you on the lips, then embraces you in a hug. “As for feminizing you.” She begins again, “you’re the one who showed up in a dress, lingerie and makeup.” “...I guess you’re right. I love you, $k .” //So she wasn’t trying to turn me into a maid; that is a relief. But I still don’t know why she’s wanting me to wear all these things in the first place.// <<if $BuyDress is 0>>[[Dress 1a<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[Dress 2a<-Continue]]<</if>>

There’s //zero// reason to repeat this horrid situation again. Sucking $Eric 's dick once is enough to pay Mr Oldenstein’s mortgage. Doing it again - entirely by your own choice - is entirely unnecessary. If you wanted to punish yourself, jumping in front of a car, placing a hand on an active hob, or simply talking to that travel agent again would suffice. Despite knowing this, you voluntarily repeat the same act of seduction. $Eric is flattered that you would be willing to submit to him, stumbles over his words, and now you’re picking up on his excessive sweating, too. After securing a pair of handcuffs, you repeat the torturous task of giving the man a blowjob. It’s made easier, thankfully, as he already has a raging monster in his pants. In fact, the fly almost undoes itself. The warmth of the cock is less surprising now, but still notably more welcoming than $k ‘s strapon. There are many aspects about sucking $Eric 's cock that you hate. First of all, that you’d choose to at all. But also the fact that you’re mouth drools over him, as though some part of you actually //enjoyed// this. Secondly, that your own cock is getting ideas that he’s about to receive head, because it’s stirring like it will. But most of all, you loathe that you’re actually getting used to it. You shiver in fear. “Something wrong?” “Uh, nothing. How about we use those handcuffs?” $Eric puts up his familiar rebuttal that it’d be improper for you to bind him, but it drops just as quickie; he’s more malleable than putty right now. From there, continuing the oral sex would be little more than voluntary torture, so you opt not too. Of course, he’s vehemently opposed to a chastity cage being put on him, but he doesn’t have much choice in the matter. His erection fades as the time since the last point of tongue contact grows bigger, and shortly after that, you’ve fanangled the metal container on his most intimate parts. //Just like the maids//, you briefly consider, but then throw that thought away. $Eric is a man used to getting his way, on top of his megalomania. This isn’t just an inability to jerk off or get laid, but an affront to his core, also. The head maid, once you exit the bedroom filled with $Eric 's cries for mercy and monetary offers for help, approaches you - an indomitable smile across her face. Deeply indebted to you already, she’d be willing to hug you once you hand her the key to $Eric 's cage. As terrible as you felt for giving him the blowjob, you remind yourself that he will suffer torment far greater at the hands of those he’s wronged, and that will have to be enough for you. [[Go Home 1a<-Continue]]

<<set $BuyPlug to 1>>\ “$n , is there anything specific you’d like to talk about today?” “Well, there is something, but I’m not sure it’s entirely appropriate.” Mr Oldenstein smiles lightly. “It’s just the two of us in here, $n . I assure you, there’s nothing you can say that I would consider to be inappropriate.” “My wife fucked me in the ass with a strapon, and I couldn’t cum.” You can see the doctor shuffle uncomfortably. If he had the power to rewind time and word his sentiment differently, you’re certain he would. “I see. That might be a little out of my area of expertise. Have you had any issues with erectile dysfunction in the past?” “No, it’s not that. I was in a chastity cage as well, you see, so I couldn’t even get a full erection.” “Under those circumstances, I’m not sure if it’s possible to for anyone to *ahem* “orgasm”.” “Believe me, doc, I’ve seen enough videos; it is.” “Perhaps it was just a one off. If you haven’t had sex like that before, the unfamiliarity with the situation could be enough to remove you from the moment.” “But we’ve had sex like that a few times now.” “And you were…//turned on// during this time?” “...yes.” You answer with audible trepidation. “Perhaps the mood simply wasn’t right. Many people find that lighting candles and playing romantic music can help.” “Yeah, maybe you’re right.” //Geez, that’s his most useless advice yet. At least, for once, he’s honest - this is out of his area of expertise. Someone has to have better advice - maybe those perverts in the sex store would be able to give me a hand.// [[Therapist office<-Return]]

<<set $BuyPlug to 2>>\ You approach the counter slightly nervous. Even if you can rewind time, a conversation like this is going to bury itself deep inside your psyche, and there will be no coming back from it. “Hi…I was wondering if you’d be able to help me out.” “Certainly.” The clerk responds. “Is there anything in particular you’re looking for?” “An orgasm.” He clears his throat. “I’m afraid that’s not the kind of thing we offer.” “No, no. I don’t mean like that. My wife was using a strapon the other day, and I just couldn’t orgasm.” “I see. Was it your first time?” “It was then, but I’ve lost track of how many times we’ve done it since.” The man glosses over the math of just how times you might have done it in a “few days”. “Many people find that lighting candles or playing romantic music helps get them in the mood.” “Come on - don’t you have any better advice than that?” He ponders your request a little longer before speaking up. “Well, it would really depend on how kinky you’re willing to get.” “I want to orgasm; there’s not a lot that’s out of the question.” “You can always try playing with yourself before hand.” “Did I mention I was in a chastity cage?” “I wasn’t referring to your genitals. Before your wife pegs you, you can keep your butt busy. Not only will it make her strapon slide in easier, but it’ll leave you incredibly turned on, too. Here.” The man leads the way to a section of the store dedicated to butt plugs. Of course, you’ve seen them plenty of times in pornographic films, so you’re hardly shocked by seeing them now. What you’re perplexed by is the sheer amount of them. They differ not only in size, but material and color. Plenty of them come with gimmicks, too, such as having LED lights that can sync up to a song. Another that’s made of silicone inflates to up to five times its original size. A particularly novel one will rate how “tight” your asshole is. “There are so many. How do I know where to begin?” “Just follow your heart.” “I’m looking for a sex toy, not a poodle. Which do you recommend?” The man eyes the entire inventory, eventually arriving at a fancy looking one accompanied by a remote. “Does it come with a TV or something?” The clerk shakes his head. “They vibrate, and the remote is used to turn the vibrations on or off, or to alter the strength and rhythm entirely.” “Hmm…neat. I’ll take it!” [[Sex S<-Return]]

<<set $PlugA to 1>>\ You tear into the package hosting the plug and remote like it were a Christmas present. A bizarre joy takes root, primarily coming from a place of curiosity. Just like a dad receiving a new spanner, you’re eager to test the device out. Holding the butt plug in one hand and the remote in the other, you turn the silicone beast on. //Bzzzzzzz// It immediately jumps to life, tickling your hand. And whilst you thought it might have started on the max level for some reason, it’s actually on the weakest strength, meaning that if it’s almost buzzing out of your hand now…you’re terrified of what it can do when you push its limits. Annoyingly, you did forget to buy some lube at the sex store, so you briefly rewind time to get some, then return to the task at hand. Positioning the head of the plug against your hole, the act is much less sexual now. When $k was toying with your rear, she was giving loving words of encouragement, and you had an nervous excitement. Now, you’ve got the miscellaneous grunts audible in a public toilet, and finding a good angle to do this at proves impossible. Thankfully, the plug proves surprisingly easy to put in, though because of its shape, it’s going to be a fair but rougher coming out. Whilst you were unsure just how much pleasure one could get from 10-120Hz of vibrations, turning it on, you realize it means a //lot//. Your mind immediately melts at the sensation of a plug riotously shaking in your rear. It’s a form of pleasure incomparable to everything you’ve experienced in life. Even $k ‘s strapon wasn’t as core-rattling as the rhythmic blurring of the silicone inside you now. In fact, you could almost wait here for hours, just revelling in the unique pleasure. Clicking off the remote, you impress yourself with the willpower required. Thankfully, the plug is mostly silent. Muffled by your butt cheeks, it would take an extremely quiet environment in order for the buzzing to be heard. [[Toilets<-Return]]

Feeling inside your pocket, you confirm the presence of the remote control holding the power to tease your ass with the simple press of a button. Taking it out, you place it in front of $k . “What’s this for - did you get a new TV while I was away?” She insects the device further, taking it in her hands. “Where’s the channel button, or the volume?” “Is it for a stereo?” Despite the fact she’ll be pounding your ass in a few hours, your wife is oblivious (or pretending to be) as to the purpose of the remote. Admittedly, the buttons are limited, and only offer the chance to cycle through the rhythms of vibrations, power, and to turn the plug on and off. Still, $k can’t arrive at the conclusion on her own. “Think something more personal.” “Did you turn your dick into a cyborg or something? I keep telling you, $n , you’re great in bed.” “Just a little further south.” “It’s for a…” she thinks a little harder, until the revelation is apparent on her lit up face. “A buttplug?” She whispers. You nod your head. “Are you wearing it right now?” Rather than nod again, you simply blush, and let her take that as a confirmation. “Hmm…” She fiddles with the remote in her palm, inspecting the buttons closer, now understanding the purpose to each of them. Your wife doesn’t turn it on straight away, though. “You’ve never mentioned that you’d want to try something like this before.” “I was bored while you were away, what can I say?” Her finger hovers over the the largest button at the top-center of the remote - the power button. //Click.// [[Res Plug 1b<-Continue]]

You almost slide off your seat as the vibrations begin. Faintly, you can hear the plug buzzing away like a phone being dialed. Though you briefly consider if it might be audible to other patrons, or customers or staff passing by, your mind can’t concentrate on those kinds of thoughts. Instead, your cognitive abilities step back, and allow pleasure to come to the fore. $k smiles lightly. Even without confirming the device is on, she can see the effect it’s having on you within just a few seconds. You blush harder, making $k ‘s grin grow to almost connect her ears. “I think I could get used to this.” She taunts, sliding her hands gently across the rest of the soft buttons, wondering which one to play with next. When the constant //buzz// switches to a //BUZZ buzz BUZZ buzz// rhythm, with only a second between each change, you know she’s shifted modes. Your palms get sweaty in a hurry, and you fidget slightly with your collar. For once, you have a reason to beyond being anxious in public. $k switches modes once again, and the sudden shift in rhythm startles you. For an amount of time that you lose track of, she does it multiple times, until she must have cycled through each routine at least twice. By the end, you’re a wreck of sweat and lust. If $k suggested you go back to the car right now so she can peg you, you wouldn’t even moan slightly about how unhygienic is is. Just when you think her entertainment at the gadget wains, she lets her attention fall to the more devious row of buttons - the ones dictating the strength. Level 1 makes it impossible to grab a glass of water without shaking. As you find out, level 2 almost makes the chair beneath you vibrate. “Having fun?” “...yes.” You grunt back with a dry throat, forgetting how to form full sentences. “This might just be the best idea you’ve ever had.” She giggles, preparing to up the power once again. Level 3 reminds you that the vibrations might now be getting audible, but no matter how much you try to think about that, your mind can’t concentrate. Level 4 makes you consider asking $k to not increase the power any further, though you immediately dismiss the idea, enjoying the vibrations far too much. Level 5 makes you ponder if it can actually go up to a level 10, because there’s //no way// it can get worse. Level 6 makes your teeth jitter together like a plastic toy. Level 7 and 8 make you steady your shaking hands by gripping your knees. Level 9 makes you wonder if orgasming through the vibrations of the plug alone is possible, nevermind waiting for $k to peg you later. By level 10, your face rests on the pristine tablecloth in front of you, and in order to stop from moaning in ecstasy, your chittering teeth have to bite down on your fist. Abruptly, the vibrations end, much to your simultaneous relief and frustration. [[Res Plug 1c<-Continue]]

<<set $EPlug to 1>>\ “It’s powerful, at least.” $k laughs at the understatement. “Just a bit.” You murmur, pulling your head of the table and taking a hefty swig of water. “And you say you wanted to try this because you were bored?” She asks, clearly unconvinced. “Right.” “Are you sure about that?” As she finishes her question, the buzzing resumes on a middleground strength. “...yes.” The level increases a second later, and $k is now brandishing a stern look. “Want to try giving me the real reason this time? Or you can always try lying again, I’m sure that will end well.” “I…uh…saw it in a film I watched.” “I can believe that.” She replies, thankfully not increasing the power, though also not turning it off. “But you’ve seen plenty of things in porn. Why are you only becoming curious now? You’re not ashamed to ask me to experiment with you, are you?” “Well…” The strength jumps up again. Of course, you can’t give her the real reason why you’d want to wear the butt plug, because that would include revealing a whole host of things that she’d be unwilling to believe. “Yes! Yes I am!” “Good.” The strength decreases slightly. “But you shouldn’t be.” Her soothing hand massages the top of your own. “I’ll always accept what you want to do - so how about your try asking me properly?” “$k ,” you whisper as to not let anyone overhear, “would you…please peg me?” “Peg you? Well, since you asked so nicely.” She laughs. The vibrations lower to something much more handleable, though you could still never forget about them. Sadly, along with your inability to maintain composure, the sexual pleasure is also much less obvious. $k plays with the settings more over the course of the meal, though neither of you talk about it anymore, apart from her promise to give you what you want. [[Restaurant 6 v2<-Continue]]

<<set $EPlug to 1>>\ Giving $k the remote control goes exactly the same as it did before. She’s initially confused, then intrigued, and then bordering on sadistic with how she uses it. Of course, your rear is so busy receiving pleasure of the highest order that you can hardly muster much of a response, not that you’d offer a protest anyway. Once she’s had her fun testing out all the buttons and sliders, she repeats her bizarre form of torture from before. In an attempt to get you to “confess” your desire to be pegged, she ups the vibrations until you’re nearly on your knees begging for just that. The vibrations, on a low level, remain a constant part of the meal, though she occasionally presses one of the buttons to change strength or rhythm when you’re not looking. //I’ll keep my eye on her next time// you always promise yourself when she sneakily alters the setting, but she keeps managing to do it whenever your attention slips. It’s during this that you have the realization that it’d be a great item for a couple in which the man doesn’t pay attention to his wife, or checks out other women in front of her. A simple press of the power button would get his attention back in a real hurry. [[Restaurant 6 v2<-Continue]]

<<set $TimesFucked to $TimesFucked + 1>>\ $k once again leads you to the remote bedroom, where she equips a strapon and strips you down so that not even your underwear covers you. She toys with the plug currently occupying your rear, poking it slightly further inside, then tugging on it gently. For all the hours it’s been in, you’ve gotten used to it, save for when $k has turned it on throughout the night. Your asshole is now used to, and encouraging of its companion. If your wife wants to remove it, she’s going to have to tug a little…//harder//. It doesn’t exit with a “pop”, but rather a slither. $k tosses it further onto the bed, and you can actively feel your asshole trying to shut again, though it doesn’t get nearly enough time for that. Your wife, with zero need for warm up, disregards the concept of fingering you, and instead inserts the strapon in one fluid motion. Though you’re certain it’s not in all the way, it is by the 5th thrust or so, and those thrusts come quickly. Compared to the earlier version of your wife, the $k who’s been able to tease your asshole all night with rowdy vibrations is clearly horny in a way you’ve never seen from her. Buying and wearing the plug in the first place was to help you orgasm, but it’s clearly going to help your wife that, too. $k ‘s energy is maintained after the initial burst of thrusts. In fact, she’s fucking you like she were trying to make you cum as fast as you can, which is exactly what you also concentrate on. //I was so close the last time she pegged me, and so close when she used the remote in the restaurant. There’s no way I don’t cum from this.// Time fades from cognition again. No black void appears, though. You remain peripherally aware of the bedding you’re on, which is being stained by pools of saliva collecting beneath your mouth. You’re picking up on $k ‘s moans. She’s so into it now that she doesn’t even bother to compliment you on how well you’re taking. Your own cries of exaltation seep out of your mouth, though you have no idea when you started doing it. Soon, however, those peripheral senses fall to the wayside, and you lose all track of where you are, who you are, or when it is. The only thing you know is there’s a silicone dick in your ass, and it feels like heaven. [[Anal Plugged 1b<-...]]

At some ambiguous point, the fucking ends. $k withdraws herself, then collapses on the bed beside you. “How about you? Did you cum?” <<if $LingerieA gt 0>>$k peaks inside your panties to discover the truth. \ <<elseif $LingerieA is 0>>$k looks at your crotch. <</if>>\ She looks surprised, meaning that yet again, you’ve failed to cum. “I just don’t get - what am I doing wrong?” “Absolutely nothing.” $k comforts, wrapping an arm around you. “You were brilliant.” “Then why can’t I cum?” “You’re just not used to the cage.” “Something tells me it’s not that.” You sigh. //The clerk in the sex shop was so confident. Surely he wasn’t just trying to sell me merchandise, was he?// //Sadly I can’t wear the plug and be pegged at the same time…maybe that’s the problem. Perhaps there’s something I can wear to elevate the sexual experience enough to make me cum.// <<if visited("Maid Seduce 1a")>><<set $BuyClamps to 1>>//The head maid seemed so distracted by those nipple clamps, but so horny, too. Maybe I can try a set of them. That, in conjunction with $k playing with the plug, might just be enough for me to cum.// //You've unlocked a new item at the sex store!//\ <<else>>//But what?//<</if>> [[Dress 2a<-Continue]]

“$n , what’s on your mind today?” “There’s something I can’t wrap my head around. $k has been wanting me to wear some typically feminine clothing. Then I find out that her fashion company is releasing a line of clothing for men that’s built around breaking down gender barriers. It’s all skirts, dresses and blouses. The two have to be connected, but I just don’t know how.” “Have you tried asking her about it?” You reflexively roll your eyes. “No, I haven’t.” “Honesty and trust is an integral part to any relationship.” “And what if she’s not honest with me? She’s been so evasive whenever I’ve asked why she wants me to wear panties or a dress.” “This line of clothing her company is releasing - do you know whose idea it was?” You shrug your shoulders. “Perhaps that would be a good starting point.” You nod in consideration. If it wasn’t $k ‘s idea, then maybe she was simply inspired to feminize you after seeing so many pictures of guys in women’s outfits. On the other hand, if it was her suggestion, then you’d be left even more concerned than you were before. //I should try mentioning it to her when she’s not distracted, and not actively trying to sissify me, like when we were at Giorno’s.// [[Therapist office<-Return]]

<<set $ConLine to 4>>\ <<if $BuyHat is 0>><<set $BuyHat to 1>><</if>>\ “Say, honey,” you begin, double checking that your story checks out. “While you were away, I decided to give the house a clean, and I tidied up your office a bit.” $k stares at you blankly, wondering where the discussion is headed. A part of you hoped she would blush, or display some other symptom of being caught in a bind, but you have no such luck. “There was a couple pictures on your desk that were so pretty that I couldn’t help but look. Some of the skirts were just gorgeous!” “Aww, I’ll be sure to tell $Eric of your compliments.” $k smiles. “But I don’t remember leaving any pictures out. Which ones were they?” “The ones with guys wearing the dresses and whatnot.” You gulp, hoping she doesn’t baulk at your words. Any kind of defensive posturing would mean you’re onto something, but it’s also going to be hard to get much more from her. Interestingly, she shows no such refusal to elaborate on the details. In fact, her persistent smile suggests she’s more than happy to to elaborate. “Oh, those ones!” $k exclaims. “They’re for a new contract we just finished a couple of weeks ago. Aren’t they brilliant?” “Incredible.” You agree. “Good on you and $Eric for doing something so revolutionary.” “To tell you the truth, I’m surprised he ever agreed to go through with it, but I can be pretty persuasive.” She laughs. “So who’s idea was it?” You ask, making your curiosity obvious. Seeing your intrigue, if it was her, she should be willing to boast. “If only there was one person to take credit.” //Damn.// “I guess it was a mixture of me and Danielle.” “Really? You and your assistant?” “Well, and the other girls, too. It was a few months ago. We were having some drinks after work, and we…well, we just had the idea. All the girls contributed something. But in our company, it’s really on me and Danielle.” ““Just had the idea?” Just like that?” $k shrugs her shoulders. “You know how inspiration hits like that sometimes.” //How incredibly vague.// Of course, you want to trust your wife, but recent events have made that hard to do. //If this is what caused her to make me wear the cage and everything else, I need to be certain. That means I need to go back in time and overhear this conversation myself.// //I’ll need a disguise, something she won’t be expecting to see me wear. Then I’ll be able to eavesdrop on this conversation, and find out just what happened.// [[Restaurant 6 v2<-Continue]]

After ensuring your disguise is in order, even down to a final tug of the cap so that your face is as covered as it possibly could be, you rewind time to eavesdrop on this conversation between $k and her friends. If all goes well, you’ll finally discover the reason why your wife is wanting you to wear all the things that you currently are. Well, she’s yet to ask you to wear any of it, but still. To pinpoint the exact occasion of the conversation, you relive every morning of the past several months, asking your yawning wife if she’s got anything planned that day, like dinner with the girls. Of course, plenty of times your hopes are raised, only for Danielle to not be at the table, or if she is, the elusive exchange you’re looking to overhear doesn’t happen. Eventually, the war of attrition ends in your favor, and you discover the date of the dinner. After that, you stalk your wife to the restaurant, where you spy at her from a safe distance. Danielle arrived with $k , straight from work. The rest of the table are the same, predictable faces. Rachel is wearing a leather jacket, freshly made from the skin of a man who cut her off in traffic, you grimly laugh. Hope is there too, and she’s likely the reason why $k and Danielle can sit down to a drink, as opposed to having to get one themself. Louise is slightly distracted on her phone, as she is prone to being. //I wonder what boy toy she was head over heels at this point.// In order to listen in on the conversation, you scurry to the next booth over. Whilst your head is firmly pointed down, part of you still worries that $k will be able to sniff you out like a ==drug== police dog. “Did you see that?” You instantly recognize Danielle’s eager voice. “See what?” $k replies, clearly oblivious. “It was one of those //sissies//, I swear.” //Is she talking about me?// ““Sissies”?” Rachel perks up. “Yeah, you know - guys that dress feminine and act all submissive.” “That sounds right up Rachel’s street. Anything to make them seem less like men.” $k laughs. Heart warmingly, you had the exact same thought. “You guys seriously haven’t heard of them?” The group remains silent, as if Danielle was speaking of some sort of pagan ritual. “Louise?” “Hmm, now that you mention it, it does ring a bell. Do you all remember Leon?” There’s a silence, and you assume the rest of the party nods in unison. “After he slept at my place one time, he couldn’t find his boxers in the morning. He, as a joke (or so I thought), suggested he wear some of my panties instead.” “And you let him?” “It was kind of funny. Well, a week or so after that, I caught him parading around in one of my dresses.” “So that’s why you stopped seeing him.” “Hey,” Louise cries defensively. “I wouldn’t have minded so much if it was a cheap dress, but it was my go to LBD! He stretched the poor thing out in the worst ways.” “What’s the big deal?” Hope chimes in. “It’s just clothing.” “Ugh.” Rachel groans. “Imagine wearing women’s underwear.” “Well, what do you wear?” Hope laughs back. //“As a guy.”// Rachel clarifies. “And don’t pretend you’d find that appealing in a man.” Hope ponders the thought for a moment, expressing her uncertainty in “hmm”s. “Well, it wouldn’t be my first choice in kinks, but it’s quite cute, really.” “Agreed.” Louise adds. “Leon didn’t care for the macho, alpha crap. It was kind of refreshing.” “Compared to the usual freaks you end up with, I can see why.” “What about you, $k ?” “Huh? What about me?” “You’re the only one here who’s married. What would you do if $n asked to wear your panties?” “How do you know he already hasn’t?” Rachel adds. //Oh, you’re the worst.// “I know my $n . I don’t think he would.” “Because no husband has ever kept things from his wife.” Rachel snides. “$n just isn’t like that. You know he can be a //little// insecure at times. If he had an embarrassing secret like that, it’d tear him apart, and I would have found out by now. Besides, you should see him when I take him clothes shopping with me. \ <<if $FFeet is 1>>I swear, I’ve caught him peeking at the mannequins' feet before.\ <<elseif $FFeet is 0>>I swear, I’ve caught him peeking at the mannequins' chest before.<</if>> Point being, he’s horny, not jealous.” “If you insist.” Rachel adds, unconvinced. [[Line Eavsdrop 1b<-Continue]]

“Excuse me,” Hope comments, getting up. “I’ve got to use the bathroom.” “Me too.” Rachel agrees, and the duo leave in search of a toilet. “You know,” Danielle remarks, a little quieter than their previous conversation. “Sissies are quite common these days.” “I promise: my husband isn’t a sissy.” //That’s refreshing to hear. But why isn’t she saying that in the future?// “No, no. I don’t mean that. Feminine clothing and accessories for guys - there’s a growing market for it. More and more men are wanting to wear dresses. No major clothing companies are capitalizing on it.” “On what? Why wouldn’t one of these “sissies” just buy women’s wear?” “I’m certain they do, but they won’t fit right, will they? The chest and waist size is different, you have to make certain accommodations in the crotch, and we both know how annoying it is to not have pockets. That’s going to scare a lot of guys off.” There’s a suspicious pause, and you briefly wonder if $k is distracted by something. “Why do I get the feeling you’re not getting this idea just now?” “$k , I know this is an unconventional idea, but you’ve always told me to go with my instincts. I’m telling you - this is our opportunity to really make a difference in the industry.” There’s another long pause. “Even if I was on board, what makes you think $Eric would go for this?” “There’s money in it.” Danielle answers acerbically. “A lot, I think.” “If you’re so sure, why haven’t you gone to $Eric with this?” “I’m your assistant. Not only would $Eric refuse to listen to me, but I wouldn’t want to go above your head like that.” $k sighs.”You’ve put a lot of thought into this.” “Can I at least show you some mockup designs I’ve made?” [[Line Eavsdrop 1c<-Continue]]

<<set $ConLine to 5>>\ While you do tune into the rest of the conversation, there’s nothing new to be learned. //I don’t understand. $k is clueless about what a sissy is here. How did she go from that, to wanting to turn me into one, within just a few months? And what about Danielle? She suggested this originally, and yet in our conversation at $Eric 's party, she seemed so hesitant to the project. What made her change her mind?// Yet again, your efforts to uncover the truth only lead to more questions, and with the answers mysteriously absent. //I can’t get the truth out of $k , but maybe if I give that necklace to Danielle again and bring this up, I might learn something useful.// [[Mall<-Return to the mall]]

[img[Images/Party assistant.jpg]] “It’s gorgeous!” Danielle exclaims at receiving the necklace, nearly leaving her feet once again. “$k has always had a good eye for jewelry.” “I’ll say.” She inspects the central gem on the chain, the amazement still visible on her face. “While we’re talking about my wife,” you begin, steering the conversation towards $k , “I do have a question for you. To be honest, I’m a little worried about her. This new line of clothing you’ve been working on - she’s really grown to be obsessed. Has that been the case at work?” Danielle takes a heavy gulp, glancing around the company to see if there’s anyone nearby who would object to her sharing more. “It has, and it’s only been getting worse.” She sighs. “I couldn’t even tell you why. She’s just grown so attached to it.” “A few months ago she didn’t even know what a sissy was. What happened to make her release a whole lines of feminine clothing for men?” “I wish there was an easy answer to that question.” You eye Danielle suspiciously. Considering how the line was her idea in the first place, she’s taking an awful lack of responsibility right now. “You know, I remember her telling me about your idea a few months ago. She said you were so eager back then. You don’t seem so happy now.” “I was. I knew it was a good idea, and I was so thankful to $k for hearing me out. But I never envisioned this being a whole line of clothing released suddenly. If you ask me, it should be a subtle rebranding from “women's wear” to gender neutral, and with the occasional dress in men’s sizing. After a week or so, $k seemed convinced that we should go balls to the wall with it, and $Eric was more than persuaded by her.” “When I asked $k about whose idea it was, she said it was both of yours.” “It is, kind of. Sure, I had the original thought, but she’s the one who has brought it to fruition since then. I’ve contributed still, but if it wasn’t for her, none of this would have happened.” “I love your wife, don’t get me wrong, but I think she’s going a little too far. The “manties” and “legless pants” I had planned are just afterthoughts in the face of some of her designs.” Danielle shudders. “You should see the latest dress she had made.” [[Assistant Dress 2<-Continue]]

<<set $ConLine to 6>>\ <<set $Dress5 to 1>>\ [img[Images/Party assistant.jpg]] “What’s special about it?” “Seeing how girly it is, you’d probably struggle to recognize it as human clothing. The thing has enough satin for a lingerie store’s worth of panties, and my god, why did she choose that garish shade of pink?” “It can’t be that bad.” You laugh, struggling to imagine the monstrous dress she’s making it out to be. Danielle stands up, and nods in the direction of front door, encouraging you to follow her. “$k was so eager to see it, but then she went on her sudden vacation. She’ll want to see it her first day back at work, I’m sure.” The woman stops at the rear of a car. Taking a set of keys out from her purse, she clicks the vehicle unlocked, and then pops the trunk. The only item inside is what you initially believe to be a bodybag, but then you recall all the times $k has used them at home for staring the nicest of clothing that she’s going to presenting to $Eric, or some other important figure at work. She unzips the bag halfway, and you immediately understand Danielle’s hesitation. The thing looks ripped straight from a Disney film. While having the necessary girliness, instead of being a flowing gown, it’s short enough that a pair of stocking tops would be easily exposed. As if that weren’t bad enough, the amount of petticoats lifting the skirt portion up means that one’s panties would be exposed at even the suggestion of a gust of wind. The collar and wrist cuffs are also decorated in a lace trim so pompous it looks fit for a 17th century king. //At least the whole thing isn’t pink.// You briefly consider, but the white highlights aren’t much better. “And this is what $k wanted?” Danielle nods her head. “I don’t ever think I’ll understand art.” “It’s nicely made, but yeah…I can’t see many people wearing it voluntarily.” She sighs. “Actually, I meant to give it to $k when she first arrived at the party, but I guess she was too busy with $Eric. Is it alright if I give it to you now so that you can give it to her?” “Umm…sure.” You wave her over to your own car, and let her put the dress inside. “I hope it’s what she imagined it would be.” //So Danielle had the idea originally, but $k has been the mastermind since then. As fascinating as that is, there’s still not an immediate correlation between that, and her wanting to turn me into a sissy. Does she want me to be some sort of model afterall?// You glance back at the dress. //If I can’t get much else from $k by just asking her, maybe I need to make more of a show of this. And if she does want to see me in this new line of clothing, that dress would be a good place to start.// //You've received a new item!// <<if visited("Anal 1d") is 0>>[[Anal 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $EPlug is 1 and visited("Anal Plugged 1a") is 0>>[[Anal Plugged 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $EPlug is 1 and visited("Anal Plugged 1a")>>[[Anal Plugged 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif visited("Anal 1d")>>[[Anal 2a<-Continue]]<</if>>

[img[Images/Party assistant.jpg]] Chatting to Danielle once more, it hits you just how much like your wife she is. Whenever you give her a complement, she acts modestly. If you bring up her work accomplishments, she insists they were $k ‘s doing. Your wife, similarly, would assert that $Eric did most of the work, and thus deserves the credit. It also strikes you as bizarre just how nice she has appeared in every one of your interactions. Not just when you’ve talked to her, either, but when you’ve spotted her mingling with the other guests. $k must have done a good job in training her to be polite if you want to get somewhere in the business. Looking back, that was a lesson $k had to learn, too, and she did have initial problems. No human is infallible, and bosses in particular seem paradoxically prone to being stupid or ignorant. For every great idea your wife had at the start of her career, she’d come home later that day dejected, crying about her boss’ unwillingness to hear her out. Always she’d defend them, of course, and say she understood their need to not take risks. You were more than willing to shout profanity their way on her behalf. That all changed when $k started to work for $Eric . His own craving for money and power, mixed with, as much as you cringe to say it, //smarts//, made him much more accepting of her great ideas. He’s helped to cultivate her talents, and bring her ideas to life. //No wonder he was willing to hear her out on this new line of clothing.// If Danielle continues to work with both of them, she doubtlessly has a great career ahead of her, too. <<if visited("Anal 1d") is 0>>[[Anal 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $EPlug is 1 and visited("Anal Plugged 1a") is 0>>[[Anal Plugged 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $EPlug is 1 and visited("Anal Plugged 1a")>>[[Anal Plugged 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif visited("Anal 1d")>>[[Anal 2a<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $ConLine to 8>>\ The memory of being yelled at in the airport by $k is fresh in your mind still, as it likely is to the dozens of people who overheard her yelling, only to see the overtly girly feminine dress you were wearing. Given your embarrassment, as well as an ever present desire to know why your wife is trying to turn you into a sissy, you opt to bring it up again. “I’m sorry for wearing your dress earlier.” You place a hand on her thigh, and look at her sincerely in the eyes. “I shouldn’t have done it.” “It’s okay.” She replies. “I know you were just trying to have some fun.” “But I don’t understand. In your office, I saw all the designs for dresses and skirts for men. I thought for sure you were wanting me to be a model.” “$n , you’re so camera shy you might as well be epileptic.” “But what about everything since then? The cage, the lingerie…what are they all for?” “Who says the two have to be related? I’ve been producing clothes ever since I got this job. Us doing this now has just be a coincidence.” “And the fact you’re producing a line of feminine clothing for men…that’s a coincidence too?” “Well, kind of.” $k stutters. “That was just a work thing, but I guess it made me curious in the mean time.” “That’s why you want to turn me into a sissy? Out of curiosity?” You cry, growing frustrated at the perpetual lack of answers. “Not really.” She shrugs. “Sure, I was a little interested in seeing how you’d react to this, but it’s definitely not the main reason.” “And that is?” $k freezes, a plain expression of uncertainty on her face. “It’s complicated.” “I’m your husband. Surely you can tell me.” “At some point, $n , but not right now.” Your will to argue fades as you recognize that no matter how much you press her, you won’t get any more answers out of her. Not right now. <<if $BuyDress is 0>>[[Dress 1a<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[Dress 2a<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<if $ViagraA gt 0>><<set $EViagra to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $EBoner gt 0>><<set $EBoner to 0>><</if>>\ [img[Images/Airport.jpg]] Rather than call out to $k , you simply approach her. Your voice is at odds with your appearance, and would confuse most people, including your wife, who hear words exiting your mouth. “That’s a nice dre…$n ?!” She shrieks, amazed, and yet simultaneously outraged. “What the hell are you doing wearing that?” “I thought it looked pretty(?).” You murmur. Before, you had gotten so used to wearing feminine things that you weren’t that afraid of being in public anymore. Now, with your wife scornfully yelling at you, your previous fears have returned with a vengeance. “Do you know how important that dress is? We’ve got to do photoshoots with it next week!” “I’m right here, ready to do them whenever you want.” “$n , I’m not finding this funny. Come on.” She takes your hand and storms off to a clothing store. Along the way, she doesn’t mention the guts it must have taken to wear such a thing. \ <<if $HeelsA gt 0 and $MakeupA gt 0>>Nor does she mention the extra 5 inches of height the heels provide, or the over an inch long nails and professionally done makeup.\ <<elseif $HeelsA gt 0>>Nor does she mention the extra 5 inches of height provided by your heels.\ <<elseif $MakeupA gt 0>>Nor does she mention your professionally done makeup.<</if>> Rather than stop by the women’s department, which you’ve grown much more used to as of late, she takes you to the much less interesting men’s section. Grabbing the first pair of jeans in sight and a plain top (not even caring to check if they’re the right size), she whisks you off to the checkout. Once you’re exiting the store, she’s calmed down a little, though not enough for you to dare ask why she’s so worked up. “And I hope you were nice to Danielle for dropping that dress off.” “I was incredibly nice.” //I even gave her a necklace.// “Go on, get changed.” She stops outside the toilets, nodding for you to go inside. “And be careful with the dress; it’s delicate.” Dejected, you march into the toilets, wondering where your plan went wrong. [[Airport Girly Dress 1b<-Continue]]

<<set $DressA to -1>>\ <<set $ConLine to 7>>\ <<set $EGirlyDress to 1>>\ $k takes the dress from your hands and neatly folds into a rectangle, not daring to put it away, and so simply keeps it in her hands. “I’m sorry for yelling,” she begins, her tone much softer now, but still stern. “But you can’t go putting on things from my work, even if it is meant as a joke.” “Sorry, $k , I just thought you’d like it.” “Anything from my own closet, and I would have laughed, but that dress has a busy week ahead of it. If you ripped or stained beyond cleaning, it’d delay things until we could have a new one made. That’s at least a week.” You gulp reflexively. //So she didn’t want me to model it? Why the hell does she want to turn me into a sissy then?// Briefly, you consider rewinding time to undo your blunder, but ultimately decide not to. $k ‘s still annoyed, but if you bring this up later, when she’s already sissified you today, she might finally reveal why she’s doing this. [[Restaurant 1 v2<-Continue]]

<<set $DressA to -1>>\ <<set $EGirlyDress to 1>>\ <<if $ViagraA gt 0>><<set $EViagra to 1>><</if>>\ <<if $EBoner gt 0>><<set $EBoner to 0>><</if>>\ As could be predicted, $k ‘s reaction to seeing you in the dress is less than favorable. In fact, she seems even angrier this time, though maybe that’s a recency bias. She asserts that it’s a work dress. She couldn’t wear it, even if she wanted to. //And as beautiful as she is, I’m not sure even she could pull of something that garish.// Marching you through a clothing store, she purchases you the same, uninteresting outfit as last time, and demands you switch clothing inside the mall toilets. Then, she apologizes again for yelling, but still insists you were wrong to wear something that was delivered for her. Naturally, you apologize profusely, though her words still hold a detectable grudge. [[Restaurant 1 v2<-Continue]]

<<set $ConChem to 2>>\ [img[Images/Party lady.jpg]] “Let’s see: you’ve proven your dedication and your subservience, but there’s something else that you’d need to prove if you want me to think you’re a //true// sissy.” “Well come on,” you encourage, too invested already. “Out with it.” “You’d have to prove that nothing can phase you. Most importantly the opinions of others.” “Me? Care about the thoughts of others?” //She can read me like a book.// “As I’m sure you’d agree, being shameless is vital to any true sissy. If you’re afraid of being caught, to any degree, you can’t focus on the truly important aspects of being a girly boy, can you?” “Certainly.” You agree, mostly. “But isn’t being here like this enough proof of that?” Waving a hand, you gesture to your choice in feminine clothing. “Oh it’s impressive, don’t get me wrong. Nobody can deny that it takes courage. But being shameless without any hesitation? That’s something else. To prove that you possessed such a quality would require a very public act of depravity.” “How public are we talking?” “...the middle of the mall, or something like that.” “And just what kind of act are you thinking of?” “If you can’t think of anything yourself that would qualify, I think you're lacking a certain creativity that’s also valuable as a sissy.” “And here I thought they just thought about cock all the time.” You sigh. //Well, she said a dress isn’t enough, so maybe I need to remove it, and show off something even more humiliating. Going out for $k ‘s milk undressed was one thing, but doing that in a mall will be terrifying, though I guess that’s the point.// //Or maybe I’m thinking too much about the clothing, and not enough about the sexuality aspect. $k didn’t have a chance to lock my dick up when I was in the mall earlier. If I jerked off and used the cum as makeup, that might qualify.// <<if visited("Anal 1d") is 0>>[[Anal 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $EPlug is 1 and visited("Anal Plugged 1a") is 0>>[[Anal Plugged 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $EPlug is 1 and visited("Anal Plugged 1a")>>[[Anal Plugged 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif visited("Anal 1d")>>[[Anal 2a<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $ConChemMall to 1>>\ <<set $ConChem to 3>>\ Triple checking that the stall door is locked, you get to work bringing your dick to life. Despite the amount it’s been locked up as of late, sporting an erection takes a surprising while. For some reason, the sounds present in a toilet just don’t do it for you - which is something to be thankful for, you note. Still, your dick loses that battle of attrition, and eventually you’re brandishing a hard dick for what feels like the first time in months. Sadly, it won’t be a particularly pleasant orgasm, you already know, not without some headphones or ear muffs. After a while of jerking it absent mindedly to a particular screw of the door’s hinge, you use your phone for pornographic material. Of course, it has to remain muted. Given your lack of proper orgasms since $k returned, it shouldn’t be a surprise that you’re quickly ready to spurt to the stimulating video. That’s when a conundrum hits you. //How am I supposed to get the cum on my face?// Your first thought involves being seated and bending over as close to your dick as possible. But, after giving that a test, it becomes apparent that it’s a poor method. Not only is it painful on your uncompromising back, but you also can’t guarantee that your swimmers will make it the 6 inches or so onto your face. Sure, maybe back in your hay day they would. But not right now, when you’ve been in a chastity cage for much of recent memory. The second possibility that occurs to you involves laying down on the floor, and leveraging your legs against the walls of the stall. There are, without even attempting it, 3 problems that you can spot. Firstly, that will require you to lay on the floor. Of a toilet. A //public// toilet. You shiver at the thought. Hopefully Lisa’s next “test” isn’t something that pushes your willingness to accept poor hygiene. Secondly, there’s not a lot of space in the cubic prison. Were you to lay on the floor, there’s a decent chance your head might peek out beneath the silly gap between the door and the floor. Frankly, you have no clue how you’d even begin to explain that moment away. Thirdly, keeping balanced with your hips in the air and your feet pressed against the wall sounds both tiresome and loud. If you kicked the partition walls one too many times, you’re going to be attracting attention to yourself, and that’s not what you need right now. In the end, the simplest solution proves to the best, and therefore the one you go with. Taking a seat, you jerk to completion in your open hand, catching all the warm semen. Unsurprisingly, your desire to follow through on the task fades after the ejaculation, but you manage to push through you instincts, reminding yourself of what’s at stake - the approval of a complete stranger. You compare yourself to Rambo as you streak the cum along your face, beginning at your hairline, decorating your eyebrows and painting your nose. A helping of it coats your cheeks and lips, and there’s barely any of the sexy sauce left once you reach your chin. Using your phone as a mirror, the sight is an indelible one. Of all the sights you’ve seen yourself in, this one is perhaps the most bizarre. A part of you wonders that if there is a God, and you have to prove yourself to them in order to get into heaven, how long before they bring up this depraved moment? Thankfully, you’re already dressed, and so there’s no concern about the cum being wiped off inadvertently once you equip a dress. [[Shameless Cum 2<-Continue]]

Wearing lingerie outside at night, at $k ‘s demand was one thing. Wearing a dress in public, of your own volition, was similarly frightening, though in it’s own way. And if some part of you thought you wouldn’t be able to top yourself in terms of terror-causing acts, you’re about to prove yourself wrong. Standing up straight, you unlock the latch of the stall door, heading towards the exit. The men who enter as you leave give you a glance you’re familiar with - the “are you sure you’re in the right bathroom, miss?” Ordinarily, if they saw your face, they’d see you’re actually a guy. Right now, however, your face is caked in cum. Enough of the stuff that nobody actually speaks up at seeing you. Brushing past them, you exit the bathroom, waiting for the delayed laughter. In the wide expanse of the mall, where the lights are much brighter, and the people are much more dense, you know your torment is far from over. Everybody walking in the opposite direction to you seems to notice the jizz makeup, and several gasp, drawing even more attention from people who would otherwise not clock the semen. Looking straight at the floor doesn’t stop the humiliation, either, as enough of the stuff is on your still easily visible forehead. Several drops of the stuff also drip tauntingly off your chin. Some of the viscous liquid simply rolls down your chin, while other drops leave your body momentarily before landing on your thigh or foot. Nervously, you lick your lips, only to remember all the cum there, too. You can’t spare a moment to baulk at the taste, though. At some point during your journey, you recall that fact that Lisa will require evidence of this deed. Using your phone to capture the unforgettable moment, you first begin with a selfie view, capturing your soaked face. Then, you switch to a traditional outwards shot, displaying all the people around who are witness to your depravity. //If this doesn’t show Lisa I’m shameless, I don’t know what will.// Your degeneracy is concluded after doing a full lap of the mall, ending in the same toilets you changed in. It takes nearly a full roll of toilet paper before you’re confident that no more semen is present on your face. Only once that is done does your heartbeat return to something normal, and you wonder how long it will take for the stick feeling to subside. [[Toilets<-Return]]

<<set $ConChemMall to 2>>\ <<set $ConChem to 3>>\ Were your heart not racing, and your brain not ready to press the “fight or flight” button, you might notice how cold it is in the bathroom. Equipped with just a bra, panties and stockings, you look like a crossdresser who just woke up, not a sissy intent on proving themself to a stranger by walking out into the mall. <<if $HeelsA gt 0>>But how could you forget your heels? They’ll certainly make the experience better, right? Right?<</if>> Unlatching the door mechanism, you waltz out, shaking with terror, yet still clocking that nobody has yet to see you. It’d be so easy to dash back into a stall and get dressed, but no. For some tortuous reason, you’re intent on doing this. As you open the door to the gents’, you come face to face with the first person to spot your attire. His eyes visibly open wider, and his mouth opens slightly, though all that escapes is a small “uh.” He steps aside for you to pass by, and undoubtedly his eyes remain on you for at least another 10 seconds as he questions his sanity. The only one insane, however, would have to be you, based on your life choices that led you here. People’s eyes are on you unavoidably now, and they eye you with a mix of terror, shock, disgust, confusion, and from at least a couple of curious women, lust. Admittedly, that might just be you misreading them, though. None of them go to the effort of appearing subtle. After all, the hundreds of others who are gazing at you don’t either. <<if $HeelsA gt 0>>It’s at this point that you realize the heels might have been a poor choice. To anybody within a 10 meter radius, that court even more attention - particularly from the people ahead of you who would otherwise be oblivious.\ <<else>>It’s at this point that you opt to be thankful for your decision to ditch the heels. Your footsteps are near totally silent, meaning that you have no audible presence to the people walking ahead of you. That at least shaves off some further embarrassment.<</if>> You can only wonder what all the people are thinking. <<if $LingerieA is 2>>Doubtlessly you look like a raunchy apparation spurred into creation by mass hysteria. Your black lingerie, afterall, is quite sexy.\ <<elseif $LingerieA is 3>>Doubtlessly you look like a girly apparition spurred into creation by mass hysteria. Your pink lingerie, after all, seems made of pure femininity.\ <<elseif $LingerieA is 4>>Doubtlessly you look like an angelic apparition spurred into creation by mass hysteria. Your white lingerie, after all, looks borderline divine.<</if>> At some point during your journey, you recall that fact that Lisa will require evidence of this deed. Using your phone to capture the unforgettable moment, you first begin with a selfie view, capturing your face and chest, including the bra. Then, you switch to the traditional camera view, making sure to include your panties and stockings, as well as the fact that you’re in the mall, surrounded by perhaps thousands. //If this doesn’t show Lisa I’m shameless, I don’t know what will.// Your degeneracy is concluded after doing a full lap of the mall, ending in the same toilets you changed in. Thankfully, your clothes are still safe in the very stall you left them in. Retrieving them from lost and found like this isnot something you’d enjoy, though what you did do was not nearly as terrifying as you thought it’d be. [[Toilets<-Return]]

<<set $ViagraA to 0>>\ <<set $ConChem to 4>>\ “There, see.” After following the same events of having a visible erection, meeting Lisa, prooving your sissyness by displaying your tattoo, massaging her, and finally showing off the video of your public demonstration, Lisa looks almost impressed. Almost. <<if $ConChemMall is 1>>“Wow. Whose cum was it? Wait-don’t tell me. I’m sure you don’t even know, do you?”\ <<elseif $ConChemMall is 2>>“All those people look so confused. Now, if they all told two people, and then those people told two people, how long do you think it will be before everyone in the city knows?”<</if>> “I think what you’re trying to say is that it was a pretty shameless act.” “I can’t deny that.” You feel like a child getting the affection of their parents. “Good.” “You’re a true sissy after all.” “With a capital “s”.” “You’re so feminine you might as well be a woman.” “Exactly.” “In fact,” she murmurs, eyeing you even closer. “I think your body would be perfect for it.” “Abso-perfect? Perfect for what?” She glances past the maids in the hallway to the front door. “Come with me.” She takes your hand in her own, and escorts you out of the house, down the winding pathway to the front gate, and to a parked car. [[Party Bodysuit 1b<-Continue]]

“You’re not going to make me prove myself anymore, are you? After what I did in the mall, the only way you could make me feel shame again is if you popped open the trunk and my mother was inside.” A horrible feeling fills your stomach. “Don’t tell me…” “No, no.” Lisa laughs, searching the now opened trunk for something specific. “I think what I have is something you’ll thoroughly enjoy.” From a particularly bulky box, she flips open the side clasps, exposing the interior. What’s inside //isn’t// your mother (thankfully), but still something that looks ominously human. “Don’t tell me you’re a serial killer.” You can already imagine the headlines - “sissy slayer claims another victim at sycophant’s house party.” “Here.” Lisa thrusts the shirt of flesh into your own body, pressing it as taut as she can in order to gauge it’s suitability. She seems impressed. “What exactly is this thing, then?” The skin tone material hosts a pair of realistic breasts in the center, right in front of your own chest. The bottom is closed, mostly, meaning it must be a nightmare to put on. “It’s a bodysuit - one meant to give people the body they’ve always dreamed of.” “I can’t say I’ve ever wanted a body made of silicone.” “Well, it’s not designed to be worn permanently. But I’m sure you can imagine why it’s useful for some people.” “Sure.” You agree, nodding to the side in acknowledgement. “If it’s been so long since you’ve touched tits, you might as well touch your own, right?” Lisa looks at you, the pride she had in the house replaced with the look you give a father who’s told one too many jokes. “Or some people without tits might want them.” You continue. “Which is okay, of course.” “We, HerViva, were working on a type of chemical called “estratetraxol”. We dubbed it “estrogen 2.0”. It was meant to work as an accelerated hormone replacement. What would take normal estrogen years to do could be done in just a couple of months by estrogen 2.0.” “That’s…pretty cool, actually.” “I’ll say. Unfortunately, it’s proven hard to have the incredible rate of change without having…unnatural results.” She sighs. “F cups should not be as common as our simulations have made them be.” “F cup?” You repeat, in awe. “That bodysuit,” she continues, ignoring your interruption, “is what we were using as a baseline for 3 weeks on estrogen 2.0.” “These must be at least C cup.” “You know your breast sizes.” She laughs. “Why are you telling me all this?” [[Party Bodysuit 1c<-Continue]]

<<set $ConChem to 4>>\ <<set $Bodysuit to 1>>\ “Well,” she begins to reply, her voice shakier than it was in every prior conversation you’ve had with her. “It’s been hard to get willing test subjects.” ““Willing”?” You ask, fearful of the implication of unwilling ones. “Yes. I’ve been tasked with finding people who’d be willing to try estrogen 2.0.” “But having this kind of growth within just a month,” you look down at the bodysuit, “surely you’d have thousands willing to take part in those kinds of experiments.” “Sadly, we can’t go out loudly spreading details of estratetraxol. Our competitors would rush to steal our formula and get it on the market first - and not with nearly the necessary testing, mind you. We need to find people that are willing. Quietly.” “Wouldn’t you be best off asking trans women if they’d like to?” “That’s what we have done. I just so happened to meet a sissy tonight - one who I thought might like to take part in our study.” “And all of your “tests” for if I were were dedicated, subservient and shameless?” “I needed to make sure you were willing.” She looks back towards $Eric ‘s house. “Especially since if you weren’t, you might be sharing all of this to the guests inside.” “Therefore spreading your company’s secrets.” You nod, understanding. “Thankfully for my sake, you more than proved yourself.” There’s a lull in conversation as you consider the implications, and she ponders whether to bring them up first. “So you’re offering me a chance to take this “estrogen 2.0”?” “If you’d like. You can take it for a few weeks, and end up with a body like that.” She points to the bodysuit. “Or you’re welcome to try it longer, and end up with those F cups you were so interested in.” “I don’t know, Lisa.” A part of you wants to bring up that not even a day ago you knew what a sissy was. “It’s a big decision.” “It is. Thankfully, there’s no need for you to give me answer today. Think it over, and talk to your wife.” She lightens up slightly, the sincerity behind her voice being replaced by a familiar, flirty tone. “Keep that bodysuit, too.” She insists. “We’ve got plenty of them, and I’m sure you’d get more from it than a couple of lab rats would. I mean that metaphorically, of course. You can’t do these types of tests on rats.” You offer a laugh of your own, but it’s obvious your mind is still on her offer. “Should you decide to take the treatment, we’ll go much further into details, but there are inherent risks that you need to be aware of. Currently, we’ve had very few human participants. While we wouldn’t do it if we had any concerns over major health risks, it’s still in the trial stage for a reason.” “I understand.” //Am I really considering this?// //To Lisa’s point: if I am, I should talk to $k about this. After we were at the restaurant should work - I have no idea how I’d bring this up if she hadn’t tried to sissify me yet.// //You've received a new item!// <<if visited("Anal 1d") is 0>>[[Anal 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $EPlug is 1 and visited("Anal Plugged 1a") is 0>>[[Anal Plugged 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $EPlug is 1 and visited("Anal Plugged 1a")>>[[Anal Plugged 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif visited("Anal 1d")>>[[Anal 2a<-Continue]]<</if>>

Before stepping inside of the bodysuit, you analyze the ventral part a little more closely. In the darkness when Lisa gave it to you, it was difficult to make out the details. Now, you recognize there isn’t actually any genitalia with the bodysuit. Instead, there are two thin straps meant to divide around the side of the wearer’s own genitals. On the posterior, you assume they curve underneath the ass cheek before connecting back to the hip from the side. A part of you can’t help but be disappointed. Not only would having a silicone vagina be a unique experience, but it’d also make it much harder for $k to put you in a chastity cage. Then again, were it a full bodysuit, you’re not how one could be expected to put it on. As is, you realize that the thin straps at the bottom can actually separate, allowing the user to pull the bodysuit onto themself before fixing the straps, securing the item. That process takes you about 10 minutes Not only does it take you a while to figure out the intricacies of the straps, but you also have to squeeze into the bodysuit, and when it finally is on, you can’t help but consider it a corset as well. If Lisa //was// right about this being the right size for you, you’d hate to fathom what even a single size smaller would do to your internal organs. When you finally are secured, it takes even longer to adjust to the bizarre sensation of having realistic tits. Of course, they still feel slightly strange, and can’t produce milk, but the weight feels realistic. Additionally, you realize that to the wearer, a C cup really doesn’t look like a lot, though the weight becomes more burdensome the more your wear it. Women have years of growth to become accustomed to the mass; you’ve been pushed in the deep end. Questions over how long it will take to get used used to it, as well if the bodysuit could give a decent titjob, plague you until you finally move on. [[Toilets<-Return]]

“Honey…” you immediately pause. Despite the time you had to prepare, actually committing is still a daunting ask. “Do you think I should get some tits?” Blurting it out like that, it’s not a surprise $k chuckles behind her confused look. “Huh? What are you talking about?” “Well, you’ve been trying to turn me into a sissy, so I figured some boobs might help to go along with that.” “Sure.” She acknowledges. “But so would a vagina, and getting 10% less than what a man would for the same job.” “Let’s not ruin this by bringing up work.” “But all this,” she gazes at your attire. “This all ends once you take it off. Tomorrow, you can go back to being like any other guy.” “I’ll always know you fucked me in the ass, though.” “Once, yes. But there’s no requirement for us to do ever do that again. But tits.” “So you’d be opposed to it?” “That’s not what I’m saying,” she sighs, still visibly confused. “Where is all this coming from, anyway? You know you can’t just sprout them like a couple of potatoes, right?” “Have you meet Lisa?” “Lisa…?” “One of your boss’ friends. She was telling me about the work of her pharmaceutical company. Apparently they’ve made a chemical that’s just like estrogen, but faster.” “And she wasn’t drunk?” “No, $k . Estraxium, or something like that, she called it. Anyway, she offered me a chance to take part in the trials.” $k freezes, as uncertain as you were when wondering how to bring this up. “Is that what you want?” You can’t help but shrug your shoulders. “I don’t know. She told me to talk it through with you.” “Well, I’d hope you can already guess what I think.” She replies, looking seriously at you. [[Chem Katie Talk 2<-Continue]]

<<set $ConChem to 5>>\ “I think that you’re my husband, and I’ll always love you. If you want to take estrogen, or whatever it is, I’ll support you 100 percent of the way.” “Really?” “Did I stutter?” She laughs whilst still sounding stern. “You’re my world. Whether you have tits or not isn’t going to change that. So //if// you want to do this, I’ll support you.” “Provided, of course, that this “Lisa” is real, and isn’t offering you something that’ll make you see swirls and talking cows.” You lean in, wrapping two arms tightly around her body. //That went just as well as it ever could.// You exhale in relief. //With $k on board, there’s nothing stopping me from going back in time and giving Lisa my answer. Of course, I still need to make up my mind myself.// <<if $BuyDress is 0>>[[Dress 1a<-Continue]]\ <<else>>[[Dress 2a<-Continue]]<</if>>

<<set $ViagraA to 0>>\ By this point, pleasing Lisa is a routine just like getting up out of bed, only the bed is an overly artful couch where resting your feet would be looked down upon. To begin, you show off your tattoo. “Oooh, that’s so pretty! I love the little bows.” <<if $FFeet is 1 or $FNylon is 1>>Then, you massage her lower body - which is significantly more fun than getting the tattoo was.\ <<else>>Then, you skip past the //ugly things// she’d want you to do. You do have standards, after all.<</if>> In a final test of sissyhood, you show off your public act of shamelessness. Not even her strict criteria can hold you back, your proudly laugh. “You’re a true sissy after all.” After that, she familiarly escorts you outside, and though you’re now colder, pressing the right dialogue buttons is still a simple task. She goes into detail about estratetraxol, the miraculous estrogen replacement. She notes how her tests were to ensure you were the willing type. That way, she could trust you. Finally, she spills the big offer. “Would you be interested?” Well, she’s not quite that forward. “Thankfully, there’s no need for you to give me answer today. Think it over, and talk to your wife.” “Actually, I already know she’d be supportive.” It’s a tricky question to answer, but after a lot of soul searching, you arrive at a conclusion. [[Party Lisa Final 1b<-“I’ll do it...”][$ConChem to 6]] [[Party Lisa Final 1b<-“No thanks…”][$ConChem to 7]]

<<if $ConChem is 6>>“I’ll do it.” “You will?” She asks, lighting up with professional excitement. “Are you sure you don’t want more time to think it over?” “I’ve thought about it enough. Believe me.” Lisa nods enthusiastically. “Well, congratulations, then. I’ll prepare the paperwork and send it over to you on Monday. Should you change your mind by then…well, you know the spiel.” When $k first whipped out the chastity cage a few hours ago (for the rest of the world, at least), you could scarcely predict that you’d also be committing to feminizing your body by the end of the night. This, at least, is your own choice. And should time be fixed so that you can actually live through to tomorrow, life will look //much// different from now on.\ <<elseif $ConChem is 7>>“No thanks.” You confidently answer. “That’s not for me.” Lisa can’t help but look slightly disappointed, though it’s clear she’s trying to mask it. “Of course. Being a sissy doesn’t mean you want a feminized body.” “Frankly, if I had breasts of my own, I’m not sure I could get any work done.” Lisa laughs. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” “I hope you find participants for your testing, though.” “We will.” She assures you. “It’s just a matter of waiting. Then again, if we’re waiting too long, we might have to switch to those unwilling participants.” “That was a joke. I promise.”<</if>> <<if visited("Anal 1d") is 0>>[[Anal 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $EPlug is 1 and visited("Anal Plugged 1a") is 0>>[[Anal Plugged 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif $EPlug is 1 and visited("Anal Plugged 1a")>>[[Anal Plugged 1a<-Continue]]\ <<elseif visited("Anal 1d")>>[[Anal 2a<-Continue]]<</if>>

“Alright,” you begin with a heavy sigh. “Can you please just tell me why you wanted to sissify me already?” “Aren’t you enjoying it?” “That’s not what I asked. I’ve done as much digging as I possibly could, and I still have no clue. I figured you might be wanting to do it so that I could model your company’s new line of clothing.” “How did y-” “Then I thought that you putting me in chastity could be related to what $Eric ‘s doing to his maids, and that you might want to make me a maid too.” “Huh? What’s going on with Eric and his maids?” “And then I thought that you didn’t love me anymore, which is why you were sneaking around going to New Hattan with him.” “Wha…cheating? Maids? $name , where is this all coming from?” “No, $k . For all the answers I’ve found, I’m still clueless as to why you wanted me to wear all this, and why you wanted me to stick a strapon inside me. We’ve been together years, and not once have you //ever// hinted that you’d like to anything remotely similar to this. All of a sudden you get on a spontaneous vacation, and now you’re trying to groom me into being the perfect sissy. So if you want me to answer //your// questions, you need to answer //mine//. Why?” $k looks at you solemnly, knowing there’s only one conclusion this conversation. [[Confront Why 2<-Continue]]

73 days ago. <hr> “Well girls, Danielle did it!” $k rejoices, waving a waitress over with a tray of shots. “Hardly.” Her assistant laughs. “//We// did it.” “You had the idea in the first place, and you did most the talking in our meeting with $Eric . Stop being modest, and take some pride in yourself already.” “Just like that?” Louise adds. “$Eric was on board with this “sissy clothing” idea in just a single meeting?” “Did he even know what a “sissy” was?” Rachel contributes. “Not by that name, specifically. But after a bit persuasion, he did give me approval to make some mock ups.” ““A bit.”” Danielle scoffs. “You damn near offered your letter of resignation if it didn’t work out.” “What?” “Really?” “You’re exaggerating.” “Only a little.” “It’s a great idea. Not just for our business, but for the world. Having fashion be accessible to everyone, regardless of gender, is brilliant.” “Hm.” Rachel bluntly scoffs. “Good on you - both of you.” Hope puts in, shaking her head at Rachel’s disagreement. [[Confront Why 3<-Continue]]

It’s a little later in the night, and Rachel, Hope and Louise have disappeared somewhere, leaving only Danielle and your wife. Both of them are visibly tipsy, $k a little more so. “So…” “So…what?” “Do you want to talk about it?” “...help me out here.” $k shrugs. “In our meeting with $Eric - you were so over the top about the project. I’ve never seen you like that.” “Like I said earlier, it’s a good idea.” “Sure, but you’ve said that to me before, and not once have I seen you demand approval from $Eric .” “I didn’t “demand” it.” “You threw his “world’s best boss” mug on the floor when he said no.” “And then I managed to persuade him. Sometimes you’ve just got to poke the right buttons on that man.” ““Poke buttons?” $k , he only said yes because you threatened to walk out.” “And in a couple of months he’ll see he was wrong.” “No project is worth getting so worked up over. That’s what you told me my first month with you. I refuse to believe that you care so much about this just because you think it’s profitable.” $k slumps her head into her arms, only lifting it up again to take another sip of her drink. “$k ?” [[Confront Why 4<-Continue]]

“You’re right.” $k sighs, the words exiting her mouth like a shameful confession. “So what’s this about?” “$n and me.” “Huh? Your husband is a sissy after all?” “No, it’s not that.” Your wife sits up properly, turning to face Danielle. “After you mentioned this to me a few days ago, I did some digging. This “sissy” stuff is so popular, and I had no idea. But they all seem so…happy. Like it’s just a bit of harmless fun.” “Sure.” “I just wish I could do something like that.” “With $n ? Why not go for it?” “He’s so sexually repressed. Whenever I even //suggest// we do something new, he clams up like I were suggesting we go in a vacation.” “A vacation?” “Yeah - he’s deadly afraid of planes.” “Oh.” “I just feel like we’re in a rut. Something, anything, different would be fun.” “Have you considered going to couple's counselling?” “Briefly, but that wouldn’t work. For a start, this is the only issue we have. Sure, he could be a little cleaner, but that hardly feels worth complaining about. And if I did suggest couple’s counselling to him, he’d take it as an immediate sign that our marriage is doomed.” “How about going to therapy? You know, just by yourself.” $k pauses, considering the prospect. “I suppose I could.” She thinks on it a little more while Danielle maintains her sympathetic smile. “But that wouldn’t change things with $n . We’d still be stuck like this. Sex twice a week, and with the only variation being how many times I have to assure him afterwards that I came.” “Do you?” “Yes.” $k replies after thinking further. “Then maybe you just need to tell him how it is. That you love him, but you need to spice things up a little. Go ahead and try the sissy thing for a bit.” “I’m probably just overthinking.” “Alcohol doesn’t help that.” Danielle replies, looking at the empty glasses in front of them, and wondering if $k will be ordering any more before that night is over. “Still, thinking is never a bad thing. That’s another thing you told me once. If you’re still feeling like this in a month, then maybe you need to have a serious chat with him.” “Yeah…maybe you’re right. Or I was.” $k giggles, opting not to get another round as she stands up with a slight stumble. [[Confront Why 5<-Continue]]

39 days ago. <hr> “Wow; Vancouver is so pretty this time of year. How long is she staying there again?” $k asks, staring at the photos Rachel is showing on her phone. “2 weeks, I think, though she might decide to stay a little longer if she really likes…what’s his name again?” The rest of the table: Hope, Danielle and $k , shrug. “Calvin?” “Cassidy?” “Carmen?” “I doubt even she remembers.” Rachel laughs. “Hey, that’s something we should do one time.” “Run off with a guy we met 3 weeks ago?” “No, go on a trip together.” “Absolutely!” “I’m game.” “Yeah…maybe.” $k winces. “Or maybe not.” “What?” The group stares, disappointed. “It’s just being away from $n for that long…I don’t think I can. The longest we’ve been apart since we got married was when he faked a seizure to get out of dinner with my dad.” “Oh, yeah. Wasn’t he hospitalized?” “Mhmm.” $k affirms. “He thought a good time for it to begin would be on the stairs.” “You can’t let your man dictate your life, $k . Pawn him off on your neighbors if you have to; there’s so many great things we can get up to without men around.” “I’m not sure. He already had one scare recently when I told him I was going to start therapy.” “So you did decide on that.” Danielle remarks, nodding to herself. “Therapy? Just for yourself? Not //couple's therapy//? I know a wonderful woman near me who’ll settle arguments right down the middle. Or for a small price, a little on your side.” “We don’t need that. I just figure talking to someone about my feelings might be helpful, especially when I can’t share them with $n .” “$k , that’s what we’re here for.” [[Confront Why 6<-Continue]]

18 days ago. <hr> “The Maldives?!” “Great, isn’t it?” “I thought you were all joking about going on a trip together.” Louise laughs. “Sad you said no now?” $k doesn’t answer, so Hope replies instead. “We got a great deal, too. 2 weeks for the 3 of us wasn’t nearly as expensive as I thought it’d be.” “I wish I could go with you,” Danielle adds. “But this line we’re working on is nearly done, and $Eric ‘s got me on so much overtime that I’m surprised I could get out tonight, nevermind for a vacation.” “And what’s your excuse?” Rachel asks pointedly at $k . “Me and Danielle work in the same company, you know.” “We do...but you could definitely take the time off.” “Not when we’re about to sign a multi-million dollar contract.” “$Eric told me earlier that everything on your end was ticked off. After you go to New Hattan next week, the thing’s ready to go.” “See!” Rachel screams. “You can easily make it.” “It’s not that simple.” “I think it is.” “Me too.” “Me three.” $k shakes her head. “I still don’t know how I’d explain it to $n , and that’s //if// I could even get $Eric to give me the time off.” “Again, you’re about to sign a multi-million dollar contract. He’d give you a year off if you asked for it.” “As for $n , you’ve just got to tell him how it is.” “Maybe he’ll be more reciprocal to the idea than you think. He has been going to therapy since you asked him to, right?” “He has.” $k concedes. “To a whole 2 sessions.” “Perhaps he’ll have a breakthrough in the 3rd, and he’ll finally be able to get on an airplane himself.” “We can only hope.” “How are your therapy sessions going, anyway?” “Great.” $k answers. “Brilliant, even.” “I thought they’d be good for you.” “Actually, she convinced me to finally get out of the sexual rut me and $n are in.” “Really?” “That’s fantastic!” “What are you going to do?” “That part…I’m less sure of.” The rest of the group heaves a collective sigh. “Oh come on, $k .” “Why don’t you try the sissification thing you were interested in?” Danielle suggests. “I can see $n in a dress already.” Rachel boasts, smiling. “I’d like to; it does seem fun. But I have no idea how to bring it up.” “How about this: you lock his dick up in one of those tiny…what do you call them?” “Chastity cages?” “That’s the one. Put him in one of them, and then just tease him into everything else.” “I don’t know; that seems kind of cruel.” “And where is being nice getting you? You’re the one finishing yourself off with a vibrator after he makes it to orgasm.” “How about this,” Louise puts in. “You come on this vacation with us, and we’ll talk through the whole thing. Every saucy little detail. When you get back, you’ll be so prepared that you could do it the day you return.” $k wants to protest, but can’t manage it. “Come on; we’ll drag you out to The Maldives if we have to.” [[Confront Why 7<-Continue]]

8 days ago. <hr> “I’ve got to find out how to make a mojito. Mojito. Mo-he-toe.” $k mumbles, returning from the bar to sit at the table where Rachel, Louise and Hope are. “Rachel’s found the perfect way to put your husband in a chastity cage.” “I hope it doesn’t involve her directly. He wouldn’t let you touch him with a walking stick.” “You lock it on him in his sleep.” Rachel boasts, smiling with pride. “Remember when I complained about chastity being cruel? You’re really not convincing me otherwise.” “You’re the one who married a man so unwilling to compromise that he won’t even change condom brands.” “Is that really the best you’ve got? In his sleep?” “Well, we did think of a couple others.” “Withhold him from sex for a few weeks before he cracks.” “A few days might work, actually.” “And what if I want sex?” “He’s a competitive man, right? Why not challenge him to see who can last the longest without sex, and that conveniently leave out a cage for him to try on?” “$n ‘s so vanilla he might not even know what one is.” “Get him really drunk first?” “He’s such a light weight that he’ll probably blackout first, and then I’m just doing it when he’s asleep.” “Tie him up with rope?” <<if $FBondage is 1>>“$n does like bondage.” $k ponders. “But he’s always been so opposed to it in the past. The last time I suggested it he refused on the grounds that I might spontaneously die in the middle, leaving him to watch The Price Is Right reruns until he starved.”\ <<elseif $FBondage is 0>>“He doesn’t like bondage.”<</if>> “Have you considered just asking nicely?” The rest of the group immediately dismisses the idea without so much as a polite “maybe”. “Why do we have to start with chastity, anyway? Putting him in some of my panties sounds so cute.” Rachel rolls her eyes, and though they’re less obviously opposed, both Hope and Louise agree with her. “You know how they say the key to a man’s heart is through is through his stomach?” $k nods. “They were wrong. It’s through his dick. A man will eat salad for the rest of his life if he’s getting good head. A blowjob, that is, not lettuce.” [[Confront Why 8<-Continue]]

A man, likely with more alcohol in his body than all four of the girls combined, trips his way over to the their table. “Hey beautiful-s,” he takes a moment to pause in order to suppress a belch. “Has anyone ever told you you look like that woman from that film with the blonde chick. What’s it called…?” Rather than shoo away the uninvited guest, Rachel pulls up a seat for the man. “Mind settling a debate for us?” “If I can get a kiss from one of you-z.” Despite none of ladies agreeing, he sits down and listens to Rachel. “If a woman were trying to put a cage around your dick, what would be the best way to do it?” “Probably if I were asleep.” He chuckles. “Told you.” “Not gonna happen.” $k replies. “How else?” “Maybe if I thought she were gonna give me a sloppy one, you know? But it was really dark and I couldn’t see, and maybe if I were distracted a bit, too.” “Ah.” Louise nods sarcastically. “Just take $n spelunking, then lock it on him when you adjust his pants.” “Or,” the man continues, unable to pick up on Louise’s joke. “Do it when the guy’s driving.” Hope and Louise frown in unison. “I don’t know. Seems kind of dangerous.” “Then again, whenever you’re in the car together, you can tease him with the time you locked the cage on his cock.” “That’s not a terrible idea,” $k replies, smiling at the first approvable suggestion. [[Confront Why 9<-Continue]]

“Ugh, we’ve got to ditch this guy. STAT.” Louise whispers to $k , though Hope is still entertaining the chap. “Actually, I’ve got a better idea.” Rachel murmurs back, caring less about subtlety. From her handbag, she gives $k a tube of lipstick. “Put it on him.” “What?!” “Come on, $k . Grow some ovaries and do his lips; it’s practice for when you do it with $n .” She wants to protest, but her hands grasps the cosmetic but she even realizes it, and then Rachel ushers her toward the drunk. “Here,” she beckons shakily. “I want to give you something.” “Am I finally getting that kiss?” The man is so out of it that he doesn’t even recognize the stick that’s moved towards his face, and $k gives him two slightly curved lines of waxy red. “Now say something teasing.” Louise encourages. “Um…that lipstick looks really good with your beard.” “That was terrible.” “Well $n can’t grow facial hair anyway, can he?” $k nods in affirmation. “Hardly the point,” Rachel interrupts. “Louise, do you still have that dress which was too big?” She nods. “Then I think I know what we’re doing the rest of the night.” [[Confront Why 10<-Continue]]

“So we’re agreed.” Louise concludes. The man, now beautified by a face of makeup, a dress, hiked up to show the panties underneath, and a pair of stockings (one of which has rolled down to his ankles), is collapsed on the floor in one of their hotel rooms. The girls, also exhausted, are all sat or stretched across a single double bed. “Cage, panties, makeup, dress, //then// dildos.” Hope nods, and $k gives an impartial grin. “Actually,” Rachel interjects, always happy to be a dissident to plans. “Dress //then// makeup. That’s how we get dressed, after all.” “Wait a minute, what about shoes?” “Ugh, I knew we’d forgotten something.” “We can’t afford to ignore things like heels, girls.” Rachel laughs, bringing up her phone to search up more about sissies. $k notes how they seem nearly as eager as she is. “Let’s see…“Being a sissy…many elements which sissies may choose to…clothing, lingerie, makeup…public humiliation?”” The group’s eyes widen in sudden realization. “Great. How much more of this is there?” [[Confront Why 11<-Continue]]

12 hours ago. <hr> “I wish you could stay longer.” Louise cries, hugging $k . Hope and Rachel stand beside her, eager to get their own hugs in. “I can’t leave $n alone another week.” “So she says. I think //someone’s// just eager to see their hubby in a cage and panties.” “And a whole lot more.” Louise teases. “I hope you have a safe flight. And don’t forget the lube!” [[Confront Why 12<-Continue]]

Present day. <hr> “Well,” $k mumbles nervously. “That’s why.” Struck into silence, your mind can’t fathom a thing to say. “$n ?” “So all this was just because…our sex life was boring?” “...yeah. I mean, don’t you agree?” You reflexively shrug. “I hadn’t thought about it much. You’re the most incredible women I’ve ever met, so I’m happy to just make it to first base with you.” $k wraps her arm around you, placing her head on your shoulder. “And you’re greatest person I could ever dream of knowing. And I’m sorry I didn’t bring this up to you properly. We should have talked this through first. I hope you’re not too upset with me.” ““Upset?”” You pull apart from her, looking into the gorgeous eyes you could lose your mind in. “After all the dot connecting and hair pulling I did to come up with a reason, I’m glad it’s something as simple as this. We can fix a rut, right?” “Of course we can.” $k promises, placing her hand in yours. “But before that, can you explain to me why you know about New Hattan, my company’s line of clothing when I //know// I never went into detail about it, and whatever it was you mentioned about $Eric and his maids?” “You’re never going to believe this…” [[True Ending 1<-Continue]]

“Hey!” You scream, wishing you could stomp off to this void being as he interrupts you for the seemingly 100th time. “I was having a sweet moment with my wife; bring her back.” “That is an impossibility.” “But that doesn’t make sense! We got home before you interrupted us last time, but we were still at the party this time. We still have at least another hour left.” “Time is not as simple as you understand it to be.” “Yeah, yeah. Keep blue balling me, why don’t you?” “I am not responsible for this.” “And yet you’re the only person here.” “You overlook yourself.” “Can I not just talk to my wife already?” “//That// future is not yet prepared. It should be ready…soon.” “Soon, yeah, thanks. I was asking when I can live until tomorrow, not when the train will be arriving.” <<button "Rewind to the start of the day">> <<run Engine.play("Mall")>> <</button>>