Caught in a New Life Pt. 12

Chapter 16

Monroe's morning routine remained unchanged as he woke up with Ms. Thompson's alarm and waited for his turn in the bathroom. Even the strong smell of Ms. Thompson's soaps and lotions was growing pretty normal to him, normal to the point where it no longer bothered him and he barely noticed it throughout the day. His brain was starting to recognise the strong lavender scent as his own.

As normal as all of this was becoming, today was a lot harder than the days before. He still hadn't gotten over what Ms. Thompson had told him about his cock now being under her control, until he could control himself. On top of that he couldn't help but shudder harder than usual whenever he looked at that hated old woman. Whenever he saw her he couldn't help but think back to how she had exposed herself to him and demanded to be eaten out. Naked Ms. Thompson was a sight he had never wanted to see but would never get out of his head now.

Worse even was the realisation that he was nearly as familiar with Ms. Thompson as he was with his wife at this point, he sure spent a lot more time together than he and his wife did lately. They shared a room and a bathroom, he knew what she looked like naked, what she smelled like, hell even what her pussy smelled like from when he sniffed her panties during the laundry sessions. The only things he didn't know yet were how it felt to have his cock in her and what she tasted like, things he really wanted to keep that way, although he doubted he needed to worry about getting his cock anywhere near her pussy.

Dejected Monroe eventually followed Ms. Thompson to the closet where he found a simple white satin blouse waiting for him along with the items he had already earned. It was probably the item he had the least trouble with from all the things he had received so far so he didn't even think about protesting anything this time. He just slipped on his panties, the delicate pantyhose, his hobble skirt, followed by the corset which Ms. Thompson tightened way to hard, only to put on the blouse having a little bit of trouble with how it buttoned the wrong way. Last but not least he slipped on his heels which felt a little taller than they had yesterday. They were notably taller than the heels he had worn two days agon, confirming his suspicions that Ms. Thompson was slowly driving up their height.

"My my look at you, your first full outfit, you should be proud of yourself Pansy, and right on time as well, after all tomorrow is our big day out grocery shopping. It even seems like you'll earn yourself some accessories. You should be proud of yourself. In any case let's get on with our day shall we? Your wife will be gone all day again so no need to bother making breakfast for her." Ms. Thompson spoke with a grin as Monroe just looked on in shock. No wife meant no chance to plead his case for her to take the key back. Sighing deeply he turned on his heel to head down stairs.

Not before Ms. Thompson stopped him for another moment though. "I was thinking that if we go out you might need to speak and your current voice simply won't do at all. You'll be fooling no one with a voice like that so I believe a little practice is in order, we should definitely work on something more suited for your current outfit. Hmm let me think for a moment."

"I think I know just the thing, now whenever I say mantra! I want you to repeat this little mantra I thought out that has your name written all over it. I'm a great big pansy who loves her skirts and panties, but not as much as I love my pantyhose, my pantyhose make me feel sexy and desirable with the way their sheer nylon hugs my smooth legs. In fact I love my pantyhose so much that rubbing my smooth nylon legs together makes it hard for me not to cream my panties because I'm such a great big pansy." Ms. Thompson said with a big smirk, loving the look of mortified horror on Monroe's face.

"Of course for this to be any use you'll need to adapt your voice, try speaking softer, use a higher tone and always end your sentence on a high note. Now try it out or I might just zap those balls until speaking in a higher tone is all you'll be able to do anymore." Ms. Thompson said not particularly shying away from grave threats. She was here to get a job done and she would get the job done, she always did.

It was a threat that seemed to work wonders As despite how every single word in that mantra embarrassed him to his core, Monroe tried to recite it as well as he possibly could. His face remained deep red throughout, not only that, but he felt like a complete fool trying to force his voice into a higher softer tone, sounding a little like an airhead whenever he ended on a high note. His voice sounded ridiculous at best, and he recited the mantra using some of his own wordings as the long mantra was too hard for him to full memorise after a single listen when he had been too focussed on how utterly embarrassing it was.

Perhaps the worst bit of all was that there was some truth to the mantra. His smooth nylon legs rubbing together did feel absolutely fantastic to the point where he did in fact get turned on by it. Did that mean he was a great big pansy like the mantra claimed? It certainly wasn't anything any man should get turned on by and nothing to be proud about for sure.

His pathetic attempt didn't please Ms. Thompson in the slightest though as she repeated the exact words of his Mantra. "Get it right this time pansy, and for god's sake speak softer, and higher. Now do it again, we won't be going down for breakfast until you nail it." She harshly spoke as harshly looked him up and down as he cowered before her.

In the end it took Monroe five attempts to nail Ms. Thompson's exact wording of his mantra, and countless more after that until she was satisfied with the way he spoke. Forcing the higher pitched soft voice took a lot out of him as it made his throat feel slightly sore. That was only a temporary nuisance however. The biggest damage was done to Monroe's already shattered ego. He had repeated that stupid mantra so many times that his doubts about what him getting turned on by the pantyhose only grew.

"Good, that will do for a baseline, but you still have a lot of improving to do. Now remember, whenever I say mantra! You repeat your lines and you better do just as good as you did just now, just as good or better that is. Next time you fail to meet my standards, you won't just have to repeat it, but you'll get punished as well. We'll start at five spanks and we'll ramp up for further transgressions from there. If you fail to improve at a reasonable pace you'll get punished as well. Now let's head down shall we? I'm starving, oh and mantra!" Ms. Thompson laid down the rules with a big mean smile.

With a loud groan Monroe repeated his mantra, just the way he had done before as he walked off down stairs, much to his relief he earned a nod of approval. His gait was slowly starting to have a natural mince to it, the hobble skirts had kept his steps small, the under arms sticking out from his sides for balance like Ms. Thompson had taught him, were a trick he kept using thanks to the ever increasing heel height, and now with his corset keeping his back straight his posture was quite good as well. She was pretty convinced that at this rate he would be mincing with the best without even needing to be taught.

The remainder of the day, just like yesterday was spent with Ms. Thompson, cooking, cleaning, washing working out on the treadmill. He never even saw his wife and wile she mostly used him for his tongue and service at this point, he sorely missed her nonetheless. Serving her and having sex with her even if it was just oral sex without reciprocation was infinitely better than being under the strict unyielding command of Ms. Thompson all the time. With all the chores and orders he had to put up with he felt more like a live in maid than the owner of this house, but the constant treat to his balls and ass kept him in line.

Ms. Thompson had had a blast having him repeat his mantra over and over again through out the day, often at the most inopportune times to ensure he would really start to think of himself as the big pansy he was constantly exclaiming to be. The more damage she could do to his ego the better as it made him so much meeker and easy to handle. The more he thought that he was that great big pansy the less fight he would try to resist when he was treated like one.

Whenever he was walking, and especially when he was on the treadmill during her workout she made him repeat it over and over again. The combinations of his hose covered legs rubbing together, making his cage grow painfully tight, combined with him exclaiming how much the feeling of his nylon legs rubbing together excited him and how that made him a great big pansy was devastating to his oh so fragile ego. Every repeat made his doubts rise to the point where he had trouble thinking he wasn't the pansy he was constantly claiming he was and he had to repeat it a lot. He barely said anything else than his mantra all day.

On top of that Ms. Thompson delighted in making him repeat his mantra when he did the laundry, especially when he sniffed Lara, her and his own dirty panties and pantyhose. With his cock locked up and having had no real sex in ages as his cock sliding into his wife's pussy for a single thrust didn't really count, she bet he was feeling like a huge perv. Something that only got enforced when he exclaimed how big a pansy he was while he was at it.

With Ms. Thompson's demanding expectations for his voice punishments were dished out freely throughout the day, the first of which he had received right after breakfast. She had posed a question that needed an answer as a test and Monroe failed miserably by reverting to his normal voice to answer. He didn't even realise he had screwed up until Ms. Thompson pointed it out.

"For Christ's sake pansy, why do you think we are working on your voice with those mantras? Not for you to be able to ramble off some lines, no we're doing this to train your voice so you won't be making a fool of yourself. If you're only going to use what you've learned during your mantra then it serves no purpose whatsoever. Whenever you open your mouth going forward I want to hear that voice we've been working on and nothing but that voice. Now get in position for your first five spanks pansy." Ms. Thompson said as a shocked Monroe bent over, scared to make matters worse. What she said made sense, but he didn't like it one bit.

The five spanks he got as a result of his transgression were barely able to change his mind, dampened by the skirt, pantyhose and panties they stung, but not too badly. Five wasn't a lot either. What Ms. Thompson said afterwards though did have an impact. "Good, make sure it doesn't happen again, because next time you'll be getting ten of those." Ten would be doable for sure, but if the punishment kept increasing at this rate then he'd be in trouble in no time. It was a big motivation not to slip up as protest, or just to be lazy to safe guard his ass as much as possible for future transgressions which would be inevitable.

By the end of the day he was very happy that he had chosen not to be lousy. His ass was really sore having messed up five more times this time only for not improving fast enough. The spank count had risen to 25, but for his last punishment that had changed to 25 but with a hairbrush. Ms. Thompson had threatened that the next addition was a zap to his balls to go along with it. He doubted he could take another 25 with the hairbrush, let alone a zap to the balls, but luckily it never came to that as he tried harder than ever before to improve.

All in all Ms. Thompson was very pleased by today's work. Monroe had become so much more docile, his throat and bottom might be very sore, but given the results he had booked with his voice she thought it was more than worth it. His voice wasn't perfect by a long shot, but at least it sounded decent and somewhat natural already. A decent base to go from, improving on it would take a lot of time and practice as she didn't aim for decent and passable, but for perfection. He would get there in time though, she would make sure of it.

That night after he got ready for bed he was informed that he had been good enough to potentially earn an orgasm again. With that a fully naked Ms. Thompson spread her legs revealing her pussy to him. "You know what to do Pansy, you give me an orgasm, and I'll return the favour so we can work on that little issue of yours." It was met with refusal on his part again, and that was the end of it as Ms. Thompson just got under the covers, making him repeat his mantra one last time before they both drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 17

The following morning Monroe was once again rudely awoken by Ms. Thompson's alarm. While he never particularly looked forward to any of his days stuck with her, today his nerves were way worse than usual as he waited at the door for her to get finished up in the bathroom. After all today was the day he would be taken out to the grocery store. As if roaming his own house dressed as some kind of freak wasn't bad enough already, other people would get to see him now. All he could do was dread his outfit and hope Ms. Thompson's new addition to his wardrobe would count for something.

Seeing the huge grin on Ms. Thompson's face when he emerged from the bathroom, freshly washed after she had been done with it. Monroe's nerves surged to an all time high. Ms. Thompson enjoyed tormenting him way too much for that grin to mean anything good. "Follow me Pansy, it's time to get you dressed for your big day, we need to keep this household rolling after all."

When the door to his closet opened his worst nightmare became a reality. Gone were all the clothes he had previously earned only to be replaced by one very elaborate and colourful outfit. His jaw simply dropped in shock, there was no way he was wearing this especially not out in public. He was just about to object, but Ms. Thompson spoke up first. "Isn't it lovely? All those bits and pieces of foundation wear were nice for inside the house, but they were hardly an outfit now were they? Since you did earn your outerwear, underwear and shoes I decided to so you a favour and provide it all in a coherent outfit I just know you'll love."

"Love? Are you out of your mind? There is no way I am wearing any of this garbage especially not out of the house. I tagged along with this stupid shit show all this time, but I've really had it with you. You are going to hand me back the key to my cage, my clothes, my wife and leave this place right now you fucking old witch." Monroe shouted at the top of his lungs, forgetting about all the consequences that had kept him in line all this time. All his pent up frustration just spilled out now that his fear of being seen in what he was presented with outweighed his fear of Ms. Thompson.

Ms. Thompson didn't say anything. She just calmly listened to his rant, knowing that this would happen sooner or later with how she had continuously kept him down and humiliated. She didn't mind really, if anything it would be a valuable teaching experience. The moment he was finished however she simply pressed her ever present red button, delivering a painful shock to his balls. She didn't bother stopping either, just keeping the button down as the ring delivered shock after shock to his tortured balls which he clutched desperately on the floor, unable to make it stop.

"Are you finished? Good, first of all, you don't talk back to me. Secondly, you never raise your voice. Thirdly watch your language, always be respectful. Fourthly these are your clothes now and the only reason your wife doesn't want to sleep with you anymore is because you are pathetic in bed, refusing my help isn't doing you any good. Fifthly, you'll get dressed or go out naked, but I won't be leaving this place unless it's with you to take you to the grocery store. And finally you didn't use the voice we worked so hard on yesterday, never ever let that happen again. Think about what I just said while I go take my brush for your punishment." Ms. Thompson said, only now finally releasing the button to make the shocks stop as Monroe groaned and whimpered on the floor. Without looking back on him she left the room.

A few seconds later Ms. Thompson entered the room again, her burst threateningly in her hand as she walked over to the bed and sat down. Monroe was still on the floor, clutching his balls which felt as though he had been neutered. The pain was slowly fading, but it was still pretty intense. "Come here and take place on my lap pansy, I don't have all day. Unless you want some further motivation." She simply said as she patted her thighs.

Realising full well that motivation meant another shock Monroe quickly jumped into action, forcing himself to get up despite his sore balls and position his naked behind over Ms. Thompson's lap. He didn't want to do it at all as he was terrified of her brush, but another shock needed to be avoided at all costs. Ms. Thompson's free hand quickly pressed down on his lower back, keeping him in place as she threateningly rested the back of the brush on his smooth behind.

"There we go, now for punishment I think five blows for each mistake should do meaning you earned yourself 30 blows. You will count out each and everyone and thank me for correcting your behaviour. Slip up and we'll start over again, understood?" Ms. Thompson sternly asked as she waited for a reply.

"Yes Nanny, understood." Monroe whimpered, he still hated having to call this woman Nanny, especially now that he was waiting to get spanked like this. It only made it all the more humiliating, but right now facing thirty hits with the brush giving her any more reason for punishment.

It failed miserably as Ms. Thompson scolded him while she gave him a first hard hit across his pale cheeks making him yelp. "You say yes, but you already regress from my last remark, maybe thirty Spanks won't be enough to remedy your behaviour."

At first Monroe didn't fully realise what she was talking about, her talk about his regressions had been mostly lost on him as the shocks he had been receiving took most of his attention. The fear of his punishment getting amped up was great motivation for him to take his brain though and just in time he realised what Ms. Thompson was trying to make clear, before she had the chance to speak up and give him a worse punishment he quickly spoke up.

"No please Nanny, that won't be necessary, I won't let my voice slide again. Please thirty hits will be more than enough I promise." Monroe spoke, forcing his voice back into the higher pitch like he had been taught yesterday, ending his sentences on a high note. It was a rather good effort, but one day clearly hadn't been enough to get his new voice ingrained enough to use even during his outburst. Ms. Thompson was certain that would come eventually though.

"Hmm, thirty hits might be enough after all so let's get started shall we, if you slip up too many times we might need to go to more drastic punishments though." Ms. Thompson said, her tone clarifying that he wasn't out of hot waters yet. Then without skipping a beat she landed a second hard hit across his bottom, the first one of his punishment.

"One! Thank you for correcting my behaviour Nanny!" Monroe screamed once he was done yelping. He could already tell that this was going to be a long and hard punishment with how badly the second hit hurt already. Something that got proven right away as hit after hit continued landing while he did his best not to slip up, keeping his voice higher pitched whenever he counted and thanked his Nanny. It was hard, especially when the hits started hurting more and more, but at the same time that made it so much more important not to slip.