Made to Obey Ch. 04

There again, maybe it was Esther who was lying, maybe she knew I was innocent of previous transvestite activity but had told Ruth it'd be a while before she could do the work. After all, it was her underwear I was getting-off in, she had every right to want to make me squirm. It might well be Esther who was holding back on the truth.

In fact, they could both be in cahoots, both knowing the truth but stringing out my punishment. The reality was, I didn't know who might be telling the truth or who might be lying, I couldn't prove anything against either of them. I just had to accept what crap came my way. I just might as well make sure that, until Esther confirmed my story of no previous sissy or transvestite traits, I did as little as possible to anger Ruth.

Tomorrow's trip to Liverpool began to play on my mind. I hoped my enthusiasm for driving there rather than going by train didn't seem suspicious to Ruth. She seemed to accede to my suggestion easily enough. Had we been going by train, I'd have had to sneak out and retrieve my underpants from my car in the morning, before we set off. Now that we were going by car, I would have more time to do the swap. I decided I couldn't risk getting them out that evening and trying to hide them overnight; that was too risky.

But what if I never got an opportunity to sneak out? Worse still, what if Ruth insisted we go in her car? I'd be well and truly stymied then. Yes, it was most unlikely that Dr Dhawan would need me to lower my trousers. He'd just take my pulse and listen to my heartbeat, get me to answer a load of questions on a form and, providing none of them rang any alarm bells, confirm to the bank that I wasn't likely to die before the loan was repaid. Fortunately, I'd no conditions -- past or present -- that would be a cause for concern, but I just didn't want to take any risks and, as I might have an opportunity to switch panties for underpants, I wanted to take it.

I figured out a plausible way to ensure Ruth agreed to travel in my car. The route to Liverpool meant we had to travel across a toll-bridge. It used a number-plate recognition system and the company that operated the toll allowed you to pay in advance rather than risk forgetting to pay within a certain time after the journey and thus incur a hefty fine. I'd used the toll bridge a couple of times in the last year and decided I'd log-on to the company's site and pay up front for my car's registration. I'd tell Ruth I was in credit with the toll company and, hey presto! She'd agree.

Just in case I never got the opportunity to switch underwear in the house, I'd have to figure some way of appearing to have a good reason for going to the boot of the car on my own when we reached the car park. Although my car had a satnav device, I usually had a couple of city centre road maps about the back seat, I was pretty sure that I had a Liverpool one. So, I'd toss them all in the boot today when Ruth wasn't near and retrieve it tomorrow and stealthily extract my underpants and stuff them in my jacket pocket at the same time. I could then make the change at the earliest opportunity -- maybe in the toilet at Doctor Dhawan's surgery.

All-in-all, considering how doubting I was about Esther and Ruth being honest with me, and how downbeat I was the day before, I awoke on the morning of my medical feeling slightly more positive than I was entitled to be. In a way, it was the thought, not just of having my chastity cage taken off for the day, but also of getting one over on Ruth by switching my knickers over for the underpants I'd hidden in my car boot. Such a small, modest, almost insignificant triumph but a triumph nonetheless and, considering how easily I'd been and was being manipulated by the Gifford women, I felt more of a man because of it.

Ruth informed me she was going to shower first and that I could then use the bathroom to ablute, shave and shower and that she would unlock the cage when I'd done so that I could give my genitals a thorough wash. I'd have to wash the cage as well this morning, she told me, before having to fit it again on our return.

I heard Ruth having her shower so got up to select the panties she'd think I was wearing that day. I chose a dark blue pair with little green flowers on, but the lace fringe around the leggings and waist was black and hardly discernible from a distance, and I figured if I couldn't manage the swap, I could maybe fold the lace edgings inwards, making them invisible; I'd rip the bow off. That way, if the Doctor did ask me to lower my trousers, the panties would seem - unless closely inspected -- quite like men's briefs. But he probably wouldn't ask me to strip down to my underwear and, if he did, was he really going to pay much attention to my underpants? Unlikely I thought. I began to feel better about today's excursion.

Ruth called out to me that she'd finished in the en-suite bathroom and that I was to come and shower in there, now. I entered our bedroom (now just her bedroom alas) and she ordered me to take off my shorts and t-shirt and put them in the laundry-basket. I obeyed and then placed the panties I'd been holding on the end of the bed.

"I thought I'd put these on today," I explained.

Ruth had a large bath towel draped across her petite form and a smaller towel wrapped across her hair.

"I'll dry my hair while you wash. When you've finished let me know and I'll unlock you, okay," she smiled, as though it was the most normal conversation in the world for a woman to have with her husband.

In the shower, I began to get a little excited about having the chastity cage off for most of the day and wondered if, when Ruth came to unlock the thing, my dick would suddenly spring to life; I could already sense a kind of thrill and a thickening down there. Maybe, just maybe, on seeing my proud, erect member, Ruth might get horny too and...

I'd finished washing as best I could and dried myself. I could hear the hair-dryer still going and wondered if I ought to pop my head around the door and tell her I was ready. I gave her another couple of minutes before doing just that. She seemed a little surprised.

"Oh good, fine, I'll be right with you. Just give me a moment. Get back in there and I'll see to you in a moment. I hope you've thoroughly cleaned everywhere else?"

I blushed and told her not to worry about that.

Now a curious thing happened next, whilst I was waiting in the shower for her to come and unlock me so that I could cleanse my dick and balls. I could hear Ruth moving about in the bedroom and what sounded like a drawer being pulled out. From where the sound seemed to be coming form, I guessed that it was the drawer that was fitted into the side of our double bed. This drawer usually only held sheets, blankets and pillowcases, so why was Ruth rooting around in there now? It must be, I concluded, because that was where she had hidden the keys -- or at least a spare key -- to my chastity cage! A key she needed now to unlock me. So, whatever else happened between now and my redemption when Esther backed my pleadings up, if I got a chance when alone, I could unlock my cage and get some much-needed sexual release. I tried not to look pleased with myself when Ruth walked into the bathroom, just in case she got the slightest hint that she'd given away a vital clue.

Ruth gave me the key and told me to go ahead, unlock it. I did and placed the contraption on the window ledge.

"Right," Ruth demanded in a tone that brooked no argument, "I'll watch as you give your tackle a thorough wash. I don't want you having a quick wank now you've got your cage off. Just to make sure you don't get hard, I want you to turn the heat on the shower right down, it's got to be cold water for you when you do this understand?"

I nodded and spent the next few minutes shivering whilst washing and rinsing my private parts as thoroughly as I could. Any hope of sexual activity -- with or without Ruth -- had now disappeared, and when I'd finished and dried myself off, Ruth ushered me out into the bedroom.

I walked over to the bed where I'd put the dark blue panties I'd intended wearing, but Ruth stopped me.

"No Carl, I don't want you wearing those today. Here, I've dried these off for you, you can wear these."

She reached into her dressing-table and pulled out the black pair of Esther's that I'd come in at her house - the black silk with a white lace trim around the top and the legs - pair. She ushered me forward and stretched out the waist prompting me to step into the them as she held them. These panties had a white gauze-like see-through panel at the front and, yes, to my humiliation, my penis that was only a moment ago a shrivelled indictment of my manhood, now began to stir. Ruth could hardly not have noticed my arousal, in spite of my best effort to ignore the feel and the touch, the sensuality and the femininity of the silk and the flimsy material around my genitals. She must have guessed how it would feel for me, she must have wanted me prove to her how right she was to say that once I'd worn ladies' underwear, I'd always be excited by doing so. I was proving her so right!

I dressed in my best suit, shirt and tie and Ruth, (after adding just a whisper of make-up), in a white blouse with a black matching skirt and jacket. Stockings too -- the hold-up variety; I'd seen them on the bed earlier. A small pair of gold earrings and gold necklace completed her ensemble together with a black handbag.

I didn't get a chance to go out to the car to extract my underpants, Ruth had told me to prepare a light breakfast and also to take my chastity cage down to the utility room and soak it in boiling water before giving it a thorough scrub and rinse. Moving about the house though, unencumbered by the chastity cage and feeling the fabric of my new - Esther's old -- silk panties on me, I sensed I'd need all my powers of self-control not to get over-excited so to speak. I tried to think of as many things as I could that would take my mind off my sense of arousal. Hopefully, the drive to Liverpool would help do that.

"We can take my car today," Ruth proffered after we'd finished eating and locked the door behind us. "I've a full tank of petrol."

"Er, no, maybe we better go in mine," I half-mumbled.

She looked at me curiously. "Why? I don't mind driving. Don't you trust my driving or what?"

"No, no, it's not that." Then I played my ace card. "We've got to go over the toll-bridge remember? And I'm in credit on it with this number plate, so we won't have to worry about forgetting to pay it when we get back and risking a fine."

"Oh, right," nodded Ruth, "that makes sense and if you're happy to drive, fine."

I gave an inward smile. Something was going my way at last. Sure, I still had to figure out how to get my underpants out of the boot and change into them at Liverpool but I'd worry about that nearer the time. And hey, what if I succeeded in the swap but never had to drop my trousers at the doctors? I'd still have won a little victory and, besides, the fact that a risk was involved heightened the pleasure in achieving it.

Once over the toll-bridge and approaching the city centre I relied more on my satnav to guide us to the car park we'd been advised to use. I had a vague knowledge of the road system but still had to concentrate hard driving in the heavy traffic, obeying the traffic-lights and one-way street instructions. This was a blessing though as it meant I couldn't really allow the feel of the silk panties to arouse me, to divert me. We found the car park without too much trouble and, to my delight saw that it was a "pay-and-display" park, where you had to leave the car and buy a ticket from a nearby machine and then return to the car and place it on the windscreen.

We both walked to the ticket machine and I fed in the appropriate payment and grasped the ticket as it chuntered out of the slot.

"Wait here love," I advised, "I'll just go and stick this in the car. Won't be a moment." And before Ruth could answer, I was off.

The car was not parked too far away and I wouldn't have long to do the deed before Ruth became suspicious. I doubted that Ruth could see me from where I'd left her at the ticket machine -- which was good. Too long though and she might come looking for me and then I'd be rumbled. I hastily unlocked the car, placed the ticket on the windscreen and then, probably looking as guilty as sin, went to the rear and opened the boot. I shoved the blankets and various bits and pieces that lay on top of the floor panel out of the way and lifted the panel clear expecting to see the underpants in clear view on the right-hand side where I was sure I'd left them. But to my horror, they weren't there!

Maybe I was wrong and they were on the left-hand side. I heaved the floor panel higher, hoping that a clearer view would reveal the pants a bit further into the cavity, perhaps jostled there by the movement of the car. But no. Not on the left or the right, front or back. I lifted the tyre in desperation but somehow knew they would not be there. They weren't. With one last desperate guess, and aware of the time that had passed since I left Ruth, I lowered the floor panel and searched around through the blanket and assorted oddments that I kept in the boot. Damn! Not a sight. What the hell had gone wrong? Had I imagined the whole thing? It was no use. I had to return to Ruth now; I'd used up whatever time I might reasonably have been expected to take. I saw Ruth looking anxiously in my direction as I returned.

"Took your time, didn't you? I was beginning to get worried. Is everything alright?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure, fine. Everything's fine. Just couldn't find the car straight away that's all," I lied.

"Oh, okay then," Ruth smiled, her eyes beaming. As we headed off towards the car park exit, she started to open her handbag and fiddle around in it. I never thought much about it, she often kept a packet of peppermints in there, but as we neared a litter bin she stopped and turned directly towards me.

"You weren't looking for these were you?" her eyes sparkled, her smile as wide it could be. In her hand dangled the underpants I'd hidden -- thought I'd hidden -- in the boot of the car. Without waiting for my reply -- she didn't need one, she already knew the answer - she dismissively dumped them into the bin and continued on her walk, me following behind like some recently smacked infant.

She looked behind to me and smiled again before adding, with a slight giggle, "you'll really have to do much better than that dear."

The feel of the silk on my dick, the friction as I walked was tortuously delicious and I could sense the slight pressure of the lacy elastic gently encasing and pressing in to me and making me aroused. The gusset, once so intimately close to Esther was now wedged between my cheeks. The head of my penis was gradually expanding up against the fine-mesh see-through front and was now nudging the elastic at the top of the panties. Ruth sensed I was in a little discomfort and looked down towards my crotch and then hung back a little so that she could see my rear.

"Don't worry Carl, you've no visible pantie line," she remarked. It was not a helpful comment.

We were soon in amongst the bustling throng of shoppers, the crowded pavements full of people who had absolutely no interest in me or what I was being forced to wear or the humiliation I was going through, yet I somehow felt exposed and vulnerable, as though every attractive female was secretly laughing at me and every man mocking.

We made it to the private medical centre where Doctor Dhawan was to give us our once-over with about ten minutes to spare. It was a relatively new building that looked out-of-place amongst the different styled buildings that surrounded it, most built at least 60 years before. This was no National Health Service affair, everything about it was plush and well-maintained. The premises were brightly lit and well-furnished, with a reception manned by two ladies who were immaculately turned out, not a hair out of place or a less than perfect well-polished fingernail between them. (In times gone by, I'd have happily tried to chat either of them up!).

I approached them almost with trepidation -- I can't say why. Maybe recent events had chiselled away at my normal, easy, self-confidence -- as they both looked up at us with friendly smiles.

"Henley-Gifford," I said. "Carl and Ruth. We've an appointment with Doctor Dhawan at 10:30.

The younger of the two looked down at her keyboard and started to type something in. The elder lady (wearing very sexy, large-framed glasses that gave her a look of superiority) handed Ruth a clipboard and asked us to sign in. Ruth did so first and then handed the clipboard and pen to me. As I was adding my details, the younger lady looked back up again and addressed us both.

"Ah yes. Doctor Dhawan's surgery is on this floor today, so if you'd just like to take a seat over there to your right, she'll be with you shortly."

A look of horror and a feeling of almost panic came over me. As we walked over to the waiting area, I grabbed Ruth's arm.

"She! Did you hear that? She said 'she'll be with you'. She! You never said we'd be seen by a female!"

"Well I didn't know did I. And besides, I never said the doctor would be male or female. You just assumed it would be a man. Look, stop panicking. Sit down. It'll all go smoothly just wait and see."

We refused the offer of coffee from the younger receptionist and Ruth reached down to get one of the glossy magazines to read whilst we waited. As I sat down though, I felt the slight but delicious pull of silk and lace on my crotch and dick. I tried desperately not to get any more erect within the panties, Esther's panties, but it wasn't going to be easy. No matter how hard I tried to take my mind off my "situation", the sensations I was feeling seemed to have an independent mind of their own. My mouth was beginning to feel dry. I noticed a water cooler nearby and stood up again to walk over and get a cup, asking Ruth if she'd like me to get her one too. She declined. The standing and walking though only heightened the sensations of wearing the panties and as I walked back to my seat, I seriously contemplated finding where the gent's lavatory was and having a quick wank. But I couldn't be sure I'd have time to before I was called in to see the doctor; what a dilemma. I told myself I could control things; I'd had a wank just a few days ago (how I wish now I hadn't!) so shouldn't be getting so excitable. Besides, the likelihood was that I'd not need to take my trousers off in the medical. This was just a glorified box-ticking exercise (albeit an expensive one). If things did turn out as simple as that, I decided to reward myself with a great wank as soon as the opportunity arose, no waiting about for Ruth to let me back into the marital bed after Esther confirms my tale. As soon as I was alone at home again, I'd fish out the hidden chastity cage key and get my relief.

"Ruth Henley-Gifford," the elder receptionist called over.

Ruth stood up and acknowledged her name.

"Can you go to Room 6 please. Doctor Dhawan will see you now."

Ruth smiled at me and turned to go. I looked at my watch. 10:30 precisely: I liked punctuality and, at the price we were having to pay for this service would have been annoyed had things been running late.

I had no idea how long Ruth would be in with the Doctor. I was still musing over taking the risk of having a quick wank, but the longer I deliberated, the less time I had before it was my turn. Besides, maybe jerking-off just before a medical would give some false reading when my blood-pressure or heart was monitored, maybe it might jeopardise our getting the loan that we needed to participate in Max's big project.