Having been pronounced fit to stand trial I was
brought before Mistress Eleanor’s court.
The charge was simple. I was accused of being a sissy. Hearing this I almost felt relief and when
asked how did I plead I, perhaps a tad too proudly, pronounced I was a
sissy. Thinking that would be the end of
it I was surprised when Mistress Eleanor announced that we would be the judge of that.
The first witness was Maid M. She confessed that she used to like teasing
me by working around in just her bra and panties and chasing me and trying to
kiss me. I smiled at the memory and then
cringed as she said how disgusted she was that I had taken her light blue
panties and fishnet stockings and worn them.
How did she know that?
The next witnesses were a set of girls who
complained about having to wear uniforms that were either see through,
especially when wet, or that had skirts that the wind would blow up with
unrelenting ease. Again a smile came to
my face as I remembered the happy days, but again it turned to horror as they
each said how violated they had felt when they saw me looking up their skirts
and dresses. I thought I had been discrete,
but obviously they had seen me. I had kept careful records of what colour panties they were wearing each day.
Next came my first wife. She told the court how much she loved me,
before going on to say how I had never been able to give her an orgasm. I was about to say that was because she never
let me go down on her, but I knew I was not allowed to speak. I felt bad knowing how inept I had been as a
lover. It then got worse as my first
wife recounted a string of sexual perversions I had indulged in. I was shocked by the detail she went to in
describing them. I also realised she had not told anyone till now. I felt bad.
Then there was Miss H who said how said how
grateful she had been that I had let her stay with me. I knew not to smile as I guessed what was
coming although how she’d known about me wearing her bra and panties when she
left for work each morning I couldn’t fathom.
I’d been so careful to take them from the dirty laundry basket. Miss H also told the court about how I would
lift up her skirt causing her deep embarrassment and humiliation.
Then came M&M who had more tales of skirt
lifting, knicker sniffing and pantie wearing.
I had to take their word for it as I am sure I would have done it if I
had the chance.
By now I just wanted to crawl under a rock and
hide.
Then there was Mrs S who said how nice I was,
but now that she’d heard these other testimonies she changed her mind and said
I was a vile, disgusting creature.
At this stage I thought I was getting off
lightly, but then had to listen quietly as my ex-wife went through a very, very
long list of my failings on the domestic front.
I thought this was most unfair, but she had evidence to back up each
claim and I was totally damned.
Next and in what I thought was highly improper
and irregular, the jury, which consisted of all the ladies who had given
evidence, were asked to give their verdict.
Without a pause and in total unison they said guilty.
Judge Eleanor said clearly I was a sissy, but
much worse, a depraved, perverted, disgusting, miserable slimy wanker. I blushed red and wanted to apologise, not that
it would do me any good, too late now.
Still, I felt it could have been worse, they didn’t know about Ms J, Ms
D, Ms P or others.
Judge Eleanor announced that my sentencing would
be tomorrow.
Let me guess, it’s going to
involve being strung up by my balls.
It’s
a fair cop.
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