Deanne opened the door to see who it was when the door burst open in her face and a large hand pushed her back against the wall, she heard the door sl...m shut and the deadlock engage. The same hand went over her mouth holding her head hard against the wall and a voice told her to be very quite or she would be hurt.Deanne's mind went into overdrive, she realised she was probably about to be robbed in her own home, under threat she kept very still, not wanting to provoke this man in any way. She. Inside the box were other boxes and bags. She opened the first box which had black, very high heel shoes, something she has never worn. Would she be able to? And they were the correct size for her.Then a bag which was a very low cut, deep cleavage bra, in black too. “Oh my, could I really wear that?” Emma thought.Well, she had gone braless the other day. Next was black lace underwear, high thigh and low waisted, hardly anything to them. And finally, a rather short, low cut black dress. . The five fingers and the palm tried to cup my entire butt cheek but my ass too big for that hand. Another hand moved from below me and entered into my nightie from above. I had to adjust myself to accommodate the hand under me. This made the owner of the hands move closer to me and touch my body. I could feel a bare stomach touch my bare back. Although I felt a huge tool touch my butt from over the panty, it was just for a couple of seconds.Probably he was embarrassed about it and moved a. Everything had been removed other than the cage which they said should remain on throughout the week to ensure my mind was attuned to being a sissy. Once home I showered myself completely and fell into a deep exhausted sleep.The following day I went to work and tried to act as normal as I could despite the fact that I was wearing stockings and panties underneath as instructed, not to mention having a butt plug stuffed up me and my 'sissy clitty' in a cage. All day the sensations reminded me.