Caught cross dressed Part 1

I tried to move behind the sofa, so that I could kneel behind it, and hide from her camera... but before I could do so, my wife sternly said:

"Don't you dare try and hide! Stay exactly where you are. I want you in plain sight, so that we can take more photos of you! You chose to dress like this... so you will live with the consequences!"

I froze in place, unsure of how I should react. Helen had always enjoyed having something over me. She liked being in control, and being able to force me into doing things that I wouldn't normally want to do.

Having the upper hand was a power play for her... and it was just the way she liked our relationship to be! Until now though, the things she'd made me do were of no real consequence... cleaning the house, and fashion shopping with her... things like that. Now though, she had me over a barrel!

All three women now held their camera phones in their hands, and I saw them all taking pictures of me in my predicament!

"We can all see that you prefer being dressed as a woman... no, as a tart, and a slut... so, if you two ladies agree with me... I think that you should remain in feminine clothing for the rest of the weekend... the whole of next week... taking a week's holiday from work... and next weekend too!" Helen said, looking at her mother and at my P.A. for their support. The three women agreed at once, grinning broadly to one another... and my fate was sealed!

"You can't do this to me. You can't make me do it against my wishes. What if I say no? You can't force me to keep these clothes on! I live here, and all of my own 'male' clothing is here... it's in my room!"

As soon as I'd pointed this out to them, I knew that I'd made a serious mistake. Helen undid and removed her belt from the waist of her jeans, indicating to her mother to do the same, and Karen removed the long scarf from around her neck.

Within seconds, I'd been surrounded. I could feel my body being immobilised, as Helen grabbed my arms, securing them behind my back with her leather belt, whilst my knees were bound together by her mother, with hers... and before I could protest, Karen had gagged me, tying her scarf around my head, securely in my mouth!