Several days later when I was in the back yard I noticed the Miss Evens, the lady next door, bringing in her washing, there were two white girdles, one open bottom and the other had much longer leggings than the ones mummy would wear. There was also two white bras and several sets of stockings as well as some panties with lots of frilly bits all over them. I got so hard just watching the garments that I almost pulled my dickey out to relieve it but instead I just rubbed it through my pants.

I had never really paid attention to Miss Evens until this moment and I noticed that when she reached up to get one of the items from the clothesline her skirt would rise and I could see the tops of her stockings. This made my dickey nearly jump out on my pants. Miss Evens would sometimes come over a chat with mummy, she always had a short mini skirt and a shiny satin shirt or a tight fluffy mohair pullover on as well as high heals and stockings. Like I said I had never paid attention to her until now but she now had my full attention.

Miss Evens finished taking her washing down and went into her house, I just hung in the backyard softly rubbing the end of my dickey, that was sticking straight up almost popping its head out of my pants at the site I had just had the pleasure to view. Two minutes later I saw Miss Evens go out the front of her house, get in her car and drive away.

Unable to help myself I jumped the fence and went to her backdoor, it was open so I went in looking for the garments that had just come from the clothesline outside. I wondered around and came to her bedroom and walked into her wardrobe where I spotted the two girdles fresh from the outside line as well as dozens more hanging up, I was in heaven. There where lots of different sizes and combinations, I wanted to try them all on.

I went to the draws and opened them to find all different sorts of bras, panties and stockings. I ran my hands over them and took a pair pantyhose and a pair of panties that had ruffles all over them. I stripped off my clothes and put on the pantyhose then pulled up the hi waist panties with the ruffles on the bottom and elastic and ruffles at the legs, sending a shiver through me as they slid up my legs. I could feel the ruffles against my skin as I moved to the girdles. I chose the girdle I had seen on the cloths line with the long leggings and stepped into it. It was a tight fit and I squeezed into it enjoying every awkward and difficult moment getting the girdle on. When I had it on I looked at myself in the mirror and I looked hot, except I had no boobs. I thought I would see what I could find to stuff in the bra. I started looking through the other draws and found one full of rubber titties all in pairs and all different sizes and shapes. I selected a set that I thought would be right for the bra size of the girdle and put them in place and check myself out in the mirror.

Wow, I was looking hot, luckily mummy had asked me to grow my blond hair longer and as I looked at myself in the mirror, I realised that with a little work it could be made to look very girlie. I looked at my boobies and noticed that they did not fully fill out the bra of the girdle so I swapped them for a larger set which filled out the bra perfectly. I squeezed them and pushed them against my chest loving the feeling of the big tits in my hands and the tight squeeze of the girdle on my body. I pushed on the head of my dickey which was standing up pressed to my body by the tight fit of the girdle.

Next came the shoes, there where so many to chose from but the ones that caught my eye where the pair with the highest heals and the toe pointed to the floor like ballet shoes and they nearly came up to my knees. I sat down on a chair in the wardrobe and pulled them on and did the lacing up, they where a perfect fit. Next I attempted to stand up and nearly fell over but within a few minutes of trying I could walk around in them.

I was feeling so hot and horny standing in Miss Evens bedroom dressed in her girdle while rubbing my dickey that I did not notice that I was not alone. I turned and there was Miss Evens and she was not alone.

 'Well, well, well, what have we got here?' she said in a stern commanding voice as she walked over towards me while looking me directly in the eye.

'I, I, I,… arr' I stuttered, shocked at being caught dressed 'I co..co..couldn't help myself Miss Evens, please forgive me.' I pleaded, 'I think this stuff is so horny, I just could not resist it.'

Miss Evens turned to her friend and asked 'What do you think we should do Miss Gwen? This is Jean, he lives next door with his mother and it looks to me like Jean has a fetish for female underwear. Is that right Jean?' she said coming right up to me, I tried to move out of her way but I have the ballet boots on and she had hold of my wrists in a flash. Out of nowhere she produced a smooth rope and tied my hands together in front of me. She then led me to the centre of the room and told me to lift up my arms and she connected my wrists to a set of padded cuffs hanging from the roof then Miss Gwen pulled on a chain until I was almost off the ground then she secured the chain to the wall, I was going nowhere.

Miss Evens came behind me and rubbed her hands all over my boobies and squeezing my hard dickey. Miss Gwen came up in front of me started rubbing my dickey from top to bottom.

'I think we should tell his mother.' She said looking me in the eyes.

'No, please don't.' I pleaded 'Please don't tell her, I will do anything you ask but please don't tell my mother.'

'Anything? She said while stroking my dickey 'did you say, .. anything? I still think we should tell his mother.'

Miss Evens was running her hands between my legs forcing my legs apart as much as they would allow.

'No please.' I pleaded again 'don't tell her.'

Miss Gwen kept rubbing the length of my dickey and Miss Evens had one hand between my legs and was rubbing the girdle material over my balls. I was embarrassed but the feelings of the material on my private parts was insanely tantalising and I let out a low moan of delight at the soft velvet rub of their hands.

'I don't think you should be enjoying this as much as you appear to be, Jean.'

Miss Evens pushed her hands against my balls crushing them against my body which would have caused me to double over if I it was possible but in my present predicament this was not going to happen.

'Just a little something to remind you who the boss is at my place.' and she withdrew her hand. 'You have violated my rights and broke into my home, if I wanted to press charges you could go to jail and that's not good Jean. I also notice you have dressed in my underwear, Jean.' she said while walking around me all the while tracing her finger over my body. 'and I think you like wearing them.' she said as she rubbed my dickey and I let out another small moan.

'I should tell your mother what a bad boy you are.' She saw the fright in my face when she said these words. 'or we can just work out a way for you to make it up to me, what do you think, Jean?'

'Sure Miss Evens, lets work it out, there is no need to bring the police or mother into this. Lets just work it out.'

'Ok, Jean but first I need you to accept a punishment for doing these bad things, OK?' she said looking me directly in the face. 'Then we can work out how you can make amends for your digressions.

Miss Gwen reached up and undid my hands and lead me to a bench and told me to remove the girdle which I did. She then gave me a condom and told me to put it on.

'We don't want you cuming all over Miss Evens girdle now do we.' she said

After I rolled the condom on, Miss Evens put her hand around the base of my dickey and balls and attached a metal ring which she tightened so there was no way it would come off, or from the look of it, even move. The ring was an odd shape and made my balls stand out and my dickey stand up even higher.

'Now put the girdle back on.' She commanded

After I had the girdle back on I noticed that my balls really, really stuck out and the pressure of the tight girdle against them was pleasantly painful. I was told to lay down on the bench on my back with my head towards the seat. Miss Evens strapped my feet to the bench and had me put my hands into a set of straps above my head so I was now flat on my back and tied top and bottom.

Miss Evens sat in the seat just above my head and put her feet onto a set of foot holds on either side of me. Miss Gwen was down beside me and adjusted the angle of my head so it dropped back slightly and I could now see up Miss Evens short skirt and I could see she did not have any panties on. With a few adjustments to the seat, her pussy lips where brushing my nose and lips. I could feel the heat and smell her musk aroma.

'Well, sissy boy, now it is time for your punishment and you can start by licking my pussy until I tell you to stop.'

This was great punishment, I licked and sucked for all I was worth happy to have got off so lightly.

I felt Gwen straddle me and start rubbing her pussy down my girdle encased dickey until she came to my balls and then she sat on them causing me to grunt into Miss Evens pussy from the pain. She then rubbing her pussy over the head of my captured dickey and grabbed my balls and pulled them causing me to moan into Miss Even's pussy. Miss Gwen leaned forward and lay on top of me and helped me lick Miss Evens pussy while pulling on my balls. After twenty minutes Miss Evens shuddered to her 4th orgasm and swapped places with Miss Gwen and I licked and sucked her for the next 20 minutes with Miss Evens on top of me pulling my balls and rubbing my dickey by which time my mouth was about to seize up.

Miss evens released me from the bench and took me to the middle of the room and put my wrists back into the cuffs hanging from the sealing, tightened the chain so I was just touching the ground. She disappeared from my sight for a moment and when she came back she wrapped a white full lenght corset around me.

'Now for the punishment.' She said to my face and started to enclose the corset.

'The thing about this corset that makes it unique Jean, is that it encases you from head to toe' She said as she finished the last fastener. 'and its tight.'

Miss Gwen stood behind me and started to tighten the laces. As the corset tightened it started to crush my balls and I was finding it hard to take a deep breath.

After the corset was as tight as it could go, Miss Gwen lowered me to the floor and as I put the weight on the ballet shoes the corset got tighter. Miss Evens released my hands and pulled them behind me slipping a bondage sleeve over my arms and pulled it up to the top of my arms using a set of straps across my shoulders to secure it in place pulling my elbows together which pushed my boobies right out. Miss Gwen then pushed a six inch penis gag into my mouth and slowly got me to deep throat it all, she then she buckled the strap behind my head to hold it in place, there was no way it was coming out.  

Miss Evens took the bull ring that was at the end of the sleeve that bound my arms and lifted it up forcing me to bend forward, which was almost impossible with the tightness of the corset. I could only take small breaths, the dildo in my mouth was not helping, and my arms felt like they where going to be twisted out of the sockets. She took the chain hanging from the roof, extended its length and clipped it onto the bull ring, I was going nowhere.

'This is what happens to naughty boy that dress up in my underwear.' she said. 'I am going to leave you here to contemplate the things you have done and we will be back to see if you have learnt your lesson.' and with that she turned and left the room with Miss Gwen following behind her.

Two hours later the women returned to release my arms and had to hold me so I did not fall to the ground. They undid the bondage sleeve  but my arms where useless and just hung by my side as they undid the corset and stripped me of all the underwear except the frilly panties and helped me into my own clothes.

'Keep the panties as a reminder, you will come over every Sunday and mow my lawn, I will pay you to do so and if you don’t turn up I will not only tell your mother but I will show her the video of you getting dressed and tell her you stole my panties.'

I agreed and went home just in time for my afternoon feed from mummies boobies falling asleep on her lap.

The next Sunday I turned up at Miss Evens and mowed the lawn, she paid me and treated me like the kid next door with no mention of the dressing incident.