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I slammed the door behind me and put my back against the white painted frame, with one hand still on the door handle, my other pressed against my abdomen. Closing my eyes, I thought about what had taken place. As I had left Jenny’s room, I took a backwards glance. She sat with her back to me in the armchair, humming a tune and studying her notes. Everything about her seemed so innocent, her long braided hair was tied back with a cute red ribbon. Should I have said something after being so harshly treated by her?
At that moment, I considered going back, grabbing my clothes and telling Jenny that I wouldn’t ever be back. But on second thoughts, this was the lifestyle that I had craved for so long. Was this something that I could give up so easily? Today had been not just humiliating but also very painful.
I straightened up and limped along the corridor towards reception. After a few painful steps I stopped outside the ladies toilets, placed a hand against the wall to steady myself. I felt my tender, aching groin, feeling between my legs. Looking down, I saw the red lace of my panties showed through the white fabric of the tight leggings. I tried to pull my t-shirt down to hide my visible panty line.
The pain was fresh and intense, Jenny had smacked me repeatedly with a wooden spoon, hard, against my testicle. Once again I thought about turning round, going back to confront her. I had to admit that I didn’t have the balls to face her, literally didn’t have the balls. I felt hopeless and cowardly, my head was spinning. How had I let myself get into this situation?
I let go of the wall, and took painful, wincing steps. I was relieved to see Janet was on her own in the reception area. As I approached she looked up from her desktop screen, smiled at me, then her expression changed to concern. I was embarrassingly dressed in bright white female clothing. My t-shirt, with the colourful rainbow motif across the chest, failed to cover the visible red panties. I wondered what was going through Janet’s mind as I limped towards her. I wished that I was invisible and could pass by her desk unnoticed, and without a word.
“Oh my God! Tony, are you ok? You look like you’re in pain!” She adjusted her glasses to observe me more closely.
“I’ll be fine, really It’s nothing,” I replied. I halted, stooping over to steady myself with a hand holding on to the edge of the desk. “I’ll feel better once I’ve got through my chores.”
“You don’t look fine. Why are you limping and hunched over like that?” Janet got up quickly and came from behind the desk. I wasn’t sure how old Janet was, she must have been in her mid fifties? She always looked great for her age. “What on Earth are you wearing? Your’re wearing women’s clothes, has Jenny forced you into wearing that?”
“Really, I’ll be ok in a moment.” I answered, peering down at the rainbow across my chest, feeling awkward and ashamed. I clasped my hands in front of me, trying shield my crotch from her gaze.
“Where exactly does it hurt? You can tell me, we’re alone here. Jenny is in her room, Linda went home early and Den is busy upstairs. It’s just you and me,” Janet said softly, sympathetically.
I looked beyond the desk, through into the hallway, making sure that there was no one else around. “It hurts down below, I’m sore between my legs,” I replied, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. “I think I may have ruptured something.” I studied Janet for a moment. She looked very efficient and businesslike in her blue trouser suit and cream coloured blouse. I thought she was so stylish with her shoulder length blond and pearl earrings.
“Oh, sorry sweetheart. I’m sure it’s nothing permanent. Can I call someone? Or if you like I could take you to Accident and Emergency? Janet asked.
I panicked at the thought of being examined by hospital staff, who might ask awkward questions about how I managed to injure myself and then they would find that I had a butt plug up my arse. “No, I’ll be okay, there is no need to call anyone. I can walk it off,” I said, worrying about my predicament.
“I may have some ointment that might help,” Janet said, returning behind the desk. She bent down to pick up her handbag, rummaging through it. “Here, I have some Sudocrem, that might help soothe and ease the pain.” She handed me a small tub of cream. “Rub a little into the affected area. It will help with the bruising.”
I took the tub and read the instructions on the label. “Thank you, I’ll use some later. Where did Linda go?” I had expected to see her. In the past week she had stood over me, giving the orders, and criticising me on my work rate. Telling me that I needed to hurry up, and that I wasn’t doing things correctly. Maybe I was better off without her on my back in my present condition.
“She had to go early, said that she had something important to attend to. She left you a list of things to do. I think you need to take it easy and not rush anything,” Janet said, handing me a piece of note paper. “I don’t know escort bursa why she wants so much doing? Just take your time,”
Linda had scrawled a long list, I could hardly make out her handwriting. I wondered how I could possibly do all that in just an hour. At the top of the page was the kitchen, and at the end was Mr. Henderson’s photographic shop and her apartment next-door.
Janet stepped closer to me, lowered her voice to whisper. “You do know that this is what Jenny does? She specialises in this.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, looking into Janet’s blue eyes, her expression was serious.
“Jenny specialises in men like you, who have problems. She encourages and helps them come to terms and accept their true identity. It’s a painful process sometimes, and might be uncomfortable for a while. Once you accept it, you’ll realise that you can become much happier and content with life.”
“How do you know that about me? That I’m unhappy?” I asked, defensively. “I might be in a bit of pain right now, but I’m usually a happy go lucky kind of guy.”
“I’ve worked here for the past three years, I’ve seen it often, time and again. Jenny helped my husband come to terms with his problems. She saved our marriage and helped repair his relationship with our two sons.”
“What did your husband do?” I asked, wondering what Janet was saying.
“We have twin boys who both came out to us as gay. My husband hit the roof. He just couldn’t accept the situation and wanted nothing more to do with either of them. He ordered them out of the house and told them to never come back. That really put a strain on our marriage, with him being so homophobic. Jenny’s therapy sessions helped him realise his errors and reconsidered his life.”
“Oh right, I see. So what exactly happened with your husband then?” I was uncertain what to say to Janet.
“Our boys were back home from university. They said there was something important they wanted to discuss. We sat around the table, they then explained that they were both gay,” Janet paused. “My husband, Gerald wasn’t impressed, he was furious and couldn’t accept that his children were that way. He flew into a rage and told them to get out of his house immediately.”
“So how did you react? I asked. “What happened to your marriage?”
“He tried to force me to choose between our marriage and my relationship with our children. I was in such a difficult position, he was stubborn and wouldn’t budge. Eventually I told him that it was the end, I wanted a divorce and asked him to leave.”
“Oh sorry to hear that. Did he move out when you told him that you were going through with a divorce?”
“No he wouldn’t go. He couldn’t accept it, and was adamant that he was in the right. Our home turned into a battleground. It was a nightmare living together. It came to a head the day I started divorce proceedings. He flew into a rage, got drunk and smashed the house up. He was violent and threatening. I had to call the police, they arrested him and kept him in the cells overnight.”
“Really? Did he hit you then? What happened afterwards?” I asked, feeling sorry for her having to put up with all that.
“He didn’t hurt me physically, but threatened violence. When I eventually agreed to meet up with him, he was apologetic, but he still wouldn’t admit that he was in the wrong. He just wanted my forgiveness. I suggested that he seek councilling, that’s when he came here to talk about his problems with Jenny. She helped him realise that he was in fact also homosexual. Through pain and discipline she helped him express himself and become who he always needed to be.”
“Really? So she saved your marriage from breaking up?”
“We are still together, and share the house. He is much easier to live with now, also helps out more around the house. I always knew something wasn’t quite right with him, like he was holding out on something. It turned out that he had led a secret life and was in the closet. Now he is my best friend, before he was this abusive slob, with deep problems. When I saw what Jenny had done for him, I just had to work here.”
“Oh okay I understand,” I said, wondering what Janet might know about my history. “Has Jenny mentioned what we’ve been discussing?”
“No absolutely not. She wouldn’t say anything about a client. I’ve seen people like you come through the doors before, and it’s always the same. They eventually get to have a happy ever after.”
“I don’t feel too happy right now, it feels like my balls are about to explode.” I said, still feeling the pain.
“Sorry, you need to use the ointment when you get the chance,” Janet said, sympathetically. “No pain, no gain. I promise that you’ll soon be more settled and happy deep down.”
I looked at the tub of ointment in my hand, and read through the list once more. I winced as I moved, trying to help ease the pain by shuffling my feet. Janet gave me an apologetic smile. “I had better make a start, thank you for the advice, bursa otele gelen escort and the cream, I’ll leave it on your desk when I’m finished.”
As Janet began to get ready to leave, I hobbled, bandy legged through into the hallway. I wondered what Janet’s home life, with her gay husband and sons was like now? I had no idea that she had been through so much. She always seemed to be the most level headed person around here.
The pink tabard apron was hanging on a coat hook, beside the light switch in the store cupboard. I readied myself and placed it over my head and secured the sides by fastening the poppers. The apron only partially covered my red panties. I put the tub of cream, along with Linda’s list in the front pocket. Snapped on a pair of yellow marigold gloves, took a deep breath before I began in the kitchen with the washing up.
Janet had gone by the time I came back into the reception area. l placed the mop and bucket next to the ‘CLEANING IN PROGRESS’ sign outside the gents toilet. Then checked to make sure I was all alone before entering the loo and shutting myself inside one of the cubicles.
I locked the cubicle door behind me and gently eased down my leggings and panties, sitting down on the toilet seat I examined my exposed genitals. My scrotum looked red and swoĺlen, I worried about there being permanent damage. I unscrewed the lid on the Sudocrem, and with my fingertips began to rub the ointment into my skin. Sitting there for a moment, I immediately felt a warming, tingling relief. I needed to take a pee, there was a burning sensation as I strained to release a stream of piss, mixed with pre-ejeculate fluid. As the last trickle splashed into the lavatory bowl, I took a piece of toilet tissue and dabbed the drips off the tip of my penis.
I stood and carefully hitched up my undies and leggings. I was relieved that I could now move more freely, as I still needed to get my list of chores completed.
After I finished both sets of toilets, I fetched the ‘Henry’ vacuum cleaner from the storeroom and busied myself in the reception area. Over the noise of the vacuum, I didn’t hear Den approach me. When I saw him out of the corner of my eye, I was startled and hit the off switch.
“Hey how’s it going?” He asked, looking down at me, with his customary wolf like grin, showing his gleaming white teeth. “It’s good to see you keeping busy. I do like what you’re wearing, it really suits you.”
“Sorry, I didn’t see you there. Yes, it’s going ok. I’m just about finished downstairs,” I said. I felt like I was blushing and tried to cover up my crotch by pulling the pink tabard down as far as I could.
“Very good. Don’t forget to polish my desk this evening,” Den said. He leaned back against the reception desk, as he studied me. I cowered and tried to avoid his attention.
Jenny appeared from out of her room, strolled passed me to join her boyfriend. She smiled sweetly, then wrapped her arms around his waist. He bent down to kiss her full lips. “Mmmm yeah baby! You’re looking as gorgeous as ever,” he said. He then turned to me and asked. “Don’t you think my woman looks damn fine today?”
I paused and tried to think of something appropriate to say to the two of them. “Yes she is looking very beautiful,” I said, nodding in agreement. I thought Jenny always looked amazing. I wished that I could be in Den’s position and have her lips on mine.
Jenny smiled, with her arms still wrapped around him and kissed him passionately. Den had his hands all over her bottom, giving her round cheeks a squeeze as he pulled her closer to him. Jenny turned her face to me and squealed with pleasure as he nibbled her neck. “Well thank you for the compliment Tony. You are looking very lovely in your fine new clothes,” she said, and gave me a wink.
Den laughed out a loud. “Come on baby let’s get you home, I’m feeling so horny and can’t wait,” he kissed her again, then took her by the hand and turned to leave. “Can I trust you to lock up when you’ve finished? Just put the keys through Linda’s letter box when you’re done.”
“Yes of course, goodnight,” I called out after them as they departed. I returned my attention to my chores and switched the vacuum on again.
After I had finished tidying up and polishing the office upstairs, I took the set of keys from the desk drawer and made a final check to make sure that I hadn’t forgotten anything on my list. I still had to clean Mr.Henderson’s shop and Linda’s apartment next-door.
I peaked cautiously around the edge of the front door, making sure that nobody was walking past in the street. I was just about to decend the steps when I spotted a cyclist coming around the corner and hid back in the safety of the doorway and tried to make myself as small as possible. Once the coast was clear and the man on his bike was out of sight, I took a deep breath and stepped out of the shadows onto the path. I hurried along to the photographic bursa merkez escort shop next-door.
The shop front was old fashioned, I peered through the window at the display of camera and photographic equipment for sale. The place looked quiet with no customers inside to worry about. As I opened the door a bell above the shop’s entrance rang, the jingling sound alerted Mr. Henderson, who suddenly appeared from behind the glass topped counter. His face looked flustered and red, like he had been over exerting himself. “What do you want? I’m rather busy at the moment,” he said rudely, while pushing his spectacles back up his large hooked nose.
“I’m sorry to bother you, but I’m here to clean up for you,” I said, looking around at the well stocked shelves. Mr. Henderson came around the counter, and closed the double doors that separated his studio at the back of the shop. He stood with his arms folded, defensively like he had something to hide.
“I’m very busy right at this moment. Could you come back later or perhaps tomorrow? That might be best.” He gestured towards the exit, drew himself up to his full height and took an intimidating, menacing step towards me.
I edged back against the wall, as he towered over me. I wasn’t sure what to do. “Sorry I’ll come back later then? Linda gave me instructions of what she wanted me to get done this evening, your shop was next on the list,” I said with a stutter. “Should I come back tomorrow?”
Suddenly behind me I heard the door bell jingle. I turned around, stepped out of the way as a tall, young woman entered the shop. I recognised Cynthia immediately in her dark sunglasses. She was another of Jenny’s clients who I had met her briefly a few weeks before.
“Oh hi, don’t I know you? You were in the waiting room next-door?” Cynthia offered me her outstretched hand. I hesitated before accepting, glancing toward Mr. Henderson. She had a firm handshake, then smiled as she brushed her fingers through her honey blond hair. “I’m Cynthia. Pleased to meet you, I didn’t catch your name?”
“He was just leaving,” Mr. Henderson interrupted, and gave us both a disaproving glare.
“Hey why are you so grumpy? I’m just saying hello.” She looked me up and down and nodded with approval. “Oh my God! I absolutely love what you’re wearing, you look really cute.” I thought she looked like a glamour model, dressed in a long black leather overcoat and knee length high heeled boots. She must have been uncomfortably warm wearing that coat on a summer’s evening?
“I’m Tony. Yes I remember you. You’re friends with Jenny?” She took off her sunglasses to reveal blue eyes and immaculately made up features. I had met her before but we hadn’t spoken. She had been in what I thought was a heated discussion with Janet. Later she had been talking and sharing a joke with Jenny, who seemed to be on friendly terms with her.
“Come back tomorrow, when it’s more convenient,” Mr. Henderson said, raising his voice, seemingly agitated about me still being in his shop.
“I really don’t mind him being here. I’m sure he won’t get in the way.” Cynthia said, unbuckling the belt around the waist of her coat. She smiled, posing with her hands on her hips and held her coat open wide, revealing that underneath she wore a shiny black PVC basque and fishnet stockings. “Shall we get started then?”
Mr. Henderson was furious, his face was red with anger. “Get out now, right out. Don’t come back until tomorrow,” he strode towards Cynthia, “You càn behave yourself!” He grabbed the lapels of her coat and pulled it around her, wrapping her up. Then forcibly ushered me out of the door.
I heard the lock click as he shut the door firmly behind me. What was that all about? I wondered if they were having sex? I hadn’t expected to see a woman dressed in shiny sexy underwear. This day had been rather strange so far.
Cautiously I checked both ways along the road, making sure nobody could see me then hurried down the passage between the red brick buildings. Where a green painted door led up to Linda’s apartment, I fished out the key from my apron pocket and turned the lock.
I closed the door behind me and climbed the stairs to the first floor landing. I hadn’t expected anyone to be home but as I passed by the bedroom down the hallway, I could hear the sound of laughter and bed springs creaking. I listened for a moment, they were definitely fucking each others brains out. I thought perhaps that I should come back later as I didn’t want to disturb them. On second thoughts she might get annoyed with me if I didn’t complete my tasks. I would have to start in the kitchen and try to be as quiet as possible.
I had been left with a mess in the kitchen to tidy up. Obviously Linda and her boyfriend Joshua were too busy with each other to be bothered to clear up after themselves. There were piles of washing up to be done, the sink and the draining board was cluttered with a stack of dirty dishes, half empty mugs and discarded beer bottles. I sighed, and thought about what they might be getting up to in the bedroom.
As I ran the hot water and filled the basin, I heard the bedroom door creak open. I turned around to see Linda, wrapped in a large white towel. She seemed surprised to see me there. “Oh you’re here already?” she said, while opening the fridge. “I wasn’t expecting you this early.”
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