She feminized me with a strap on

Unending BE - episode 172958

MISTRESS SUSAN feminized me with a strap on didldo after she dressed me in a white top with a black pin stripe skirt. Underneath she forced me to wear a black bra with white lace trim, white satin panties, a pink slip with black lace trim, silken tan pantyhose, and black suede pumps to complete my outfit and finish off my feminization! I heard the front door open and close. I sat down on the bed, letting the anticipation grow. I heard a car door open and close. My breath started coming in short gasps. I heard a car start up, then stop. Or had it gone? I got up and walked to the window. Peered out, but couldn't see any car. Nervously, I considered going downstairs to check, but I was impatient to get on with my planned activity. The hush started. I could never tell if it was the blood rushing through my system that maybe deafened me, or whether there was some kind of natural stillness that I had never noticed until I engaged in my recent hobby. Whatever it was, I felt cocooned in silence. I walked over to the dresser and opened her lingerie drawer. The beautiful pastel colored laces and satins lying there, neatly folded, took my breath away. Carefully, I touched a pair of light blue panties, gently running my finger tip over the material. I really liked them, they were the first thing of hers I'd ever worn. Tonight though, I wanted something different. Carefully, I slid my hand under them and lifted them out, put them down on the bed. Just as carefully, I started lifting the items that were alongside, and under them, locating them in reverse order to the way I took them out. (I'd discovered that it was much easier to replace everything, when I was finished, using this method.) I saw the glint of the yellow satin with the black lace trim. My wife is very neat. The full set was all together: panties, bra, garter belt, and slip. I lifted them all out of the drawer. She had worn them the week before and, ever since, I couldn't wait to put them on. I had seriously considered leaving the office early one day, the urge had been so strong, but it was too chancy - and anyway, I'd been fairly sure she'd be going to the club tonight. I started to undress, folding up my own clothes neatly, and putting them on the bed as well. Not because I'm that neat, it just prolonged the thrill of anticipation. Growing up, I'd never had any doubts about my sex - I was a male, and that was that. At the same time, I was very shy around girls, scared of them more than anything else. I was so non-aggressive with them that I was a virgin up to the night I'd married Dorothy about two years ago. I managed to perform all right, but it soon became obvious that I was at my best when she initiated the activity, and straddled me, rather than the other way around. About a year before, I had noticed that the feel of her lingerie really turned me on. The only problem was that she always wanted to get it off when we were going to have sex, while I discovered more and more that being able to touch it, kept me 'interested' so to speak. Then I started to wonder how it would feel to have a pair of her panties on. I really miscalled myself for being a pervert, but the notion persisted. She had made a new friend about that time, a girl called 'Dee' - a pretty, feminine little thing. They started going out on Friday nights to some 'club'. I never thought to ask too much about it, as it was just so nice and convenient for me. I may have held out for a week or two, I'm not sure. Then at first it was just panties. The first time I put them on, I exploded all over them within seconds. Shaken and humiliated at myself, I hurriedly washed them by hand, then put them in the dryer. As it turned out, I had plenty of time but I was so frightened of Dorothy coming home and catching me that I swore I'd never do anything like that again. Naturally, that resolve lasted until the following week gave me a repeat opportunity. This time, I controlled my reactions much better , and managed to avoid soiling the panties altogether. As the weeks passed, I got more and more into her lingerie, and learned to control myself for longer and longer periods. One Friday, really hoping for sex, I had changed back to my normal clothes and waited until she got home from the club. I was really horny, but by this time had got so used to the submissive role that I couldn't initiate anything on my own. For some reason, she wasn't in the mood that night. I noticed the same thing on other Friday nights, but didn't connect her disinterest with anything. But now, I was getting experienced. I slipped the panties on. Carefully then, I pushed my hands in through the loops of the bra straps, and hoisted them onto my shoulders. Expertly, I reached behind me and hooked myself in. I sauntered to the dresser and pulled some Kleenex from a box. Making sure I had the same amount in both, I padded the bra cups. Then quickly, (I'm shy for some reason when I'm only wearing panties and bra), I pulled the full slip down over my body, then walked back to the mirror, the lace trim making delightful contact with the skin just above my knees. Then I lifted the hem of the slip, positioned the garter belt around me, and fastened it in place. Then the fun part. I went into my junk drawer, and pulled the packaged nylons from the back. I had worn Dorothy's until one night I'd put a run in them. I had been in a terrible sweat in case she'd notice, but it seemed to have got past her. After that, I bought my own. Sitting on the bed, I carefully removed the stockings from the package. Inserting my thumbs into the sides of one stocking, I compressed it all the way down. Then slipping my big toe in, I gradually pulled the stocking up, slowly, over my entire leg. I savored the whole experience in close to a dream state. Next I fastened the top to the little clips of the garter belt. Then I repeated the process for the other leg. Being careful not to dwell too deeply on the feel of the slip rubbing against the nylons, I walked over to the closet and took a pair of white high heels from the rack. I'd found Dorothy's shoes a little tight before, but she'd bought this pair fairly recently and, surprisingly they were almost a perfect fit. I made my way back to the dressing table, sat down on the long bench in front of the mirror, and pulled Dorothy's makeup kit from a drawer. From that, I selected a bright red lipstick. I pulled the cap off, twirled the base to get the lipstick out to a decent length, leaned forward and started putting the lipstick to my lips. As I applied the rich, creamy, cosmetic, I wondered idly about the possibility of Dorothy taking a trip to England. I'd heard her talking to someone on the phone, laughing a lot about something or other. I hadn't really intended to eavesdrop but had got the impression, if nothing else, that she was considering a trip there. If she was? How many chances would I have to indulge in my new hobby? Maybe I could even go to bed in some of her sexy nightwear..? I was brought out of my self-induced haze in an instant. "Now, ain't that the prettiest thing you're ever gonna see?" Dorothy's voice sounded softly behind me, but off to one side where I couldn't see her in the mirror. I froze, horror struck. Dee's voice. "Oh yes. I notice he went for that yellow. Told you that would get him." "Yeah" Dorothy conceded "That you did. That you did." She was standing right behind me now, her reflected image smiling down on me. "Now, sweetheart. Why don't you stand up and let mummy and Dee see how pretty you are. Then we'll let you finish putting on your makeup and we'll have a nice chat - just the three of us." I started to babble apologies incoherently as I stood, but she put a finger gently over my mouth "Hush sweetheart, hush. Mummy's not mad at you. Now just turn around, like you see the other pretty girls do when they're modeling lingerie.. That's right! Very pretty. Doesn't he do it nice, Dee? And so good in the heels. Do they fit you better sweetheart?" "Better?" I asked, confused. "Better than what?" "Why, the ones you had on last week, silly." "You.. you knew?" I stammered. "That you like to put on mummy's pretty clothes and her nice high heels, and walk around while mummy and Dee are off at the club? Of course we knew. Knew it from the time you put a run in my stockings .." She nipped me playfully. "Diddums think that mummy wouldn't know?" I hung my head. "Ain't that so pretty" she mocked me, but added more firmly "Now back to the mirror and get the rest of your makeup on. Quick now! Like a bunny!" She gave me a playful pat on my bottom. I didn't waste any time in sitting down and starting to get my pancake base on my face. I had no idea what was going on, but a strange sensation - part terror, part anticipation, was starting to control me. I didn't notice anything that they were doing behind me, but almost simultaneously, Dorothy slid in on one side of the bench beside me, Dee on the other. With a shock, I realized that they had stripped off their outer clothes and were both now down to their lingerie, every bit as lacy, satiny, seductive as mine. They started to make up their faces as well! "Isn't this fun?" Dorothy said "Now you're really one of the girls, sitting here in your pretty undies, putting on your makeup - but say! Haven't you forgotten something ..?" I just looked blankly at her. "Why! Your perfume of course! I always notice. You never seem to wear perfume. Now why is that?" "I was scared you'd notice..." I started. "Isn't that cute?" Dee purred from the other side and laid a moist, fragrant finger tip behind one of my ears. "This'll make you smell real nice. Now turn round like a good girl, and I'll put some more on." As I turned, and had her administer more to my other ear, wrists, and elbows, I felt one of Dorothy's hands slip under, then snap, one of my garter belt straps. I gave a start, and turned round to say something. As I did so, Dee repeated the technique on my bra strap. Helplessly, I started to turn again, only to feel Dorothy's hand again, this time snapping my panty elastic. Then, hands seemed to be everywhere. Stroking, caressing, gentle - and not so gentle - nips. Lost in a haze of sensory emotions, I finally leaned back against Dorothy's body, while Dee finished making me up. Then I was made to stand up again, and led to the bed. There was a short interval while all three of us draped our bodies in sheer peignoirs, then we arranged ourselves on the bed, me on one side, Dee in the middle, and Dorothy on the other. Fascinated, I watched as they kissed, cuddled, caressed, and stroked each other, finding that I was getting very excited just watching them. I couldn't help it, I gradually, slowly, started slipping over the bed towards them. Suddenly, without warning, Dee got up out of bed and came round to my side - and I was in between them, the new center of attraction. Again hands touching, caressing, now probing my anus softly. I responded by touching and caressing whatever came close, but had lost all idea of who was who, or what. Still in a dream state, I found Dee on top of me, pulling my panties down as she forced me on to my back. "Think I'll call you Pamela" she whispered. "Had another girlfriend one time, she was Pamela too. You remind me of her.." Her hand stroked me "Nice and soft, except for this bit." She leaned over and kissed me. While doing that, she fitted herself around my erection, and sat slowly down on top of me. "Now say this to me." she commanded softly in my ear, "Can Pamela be your girl, Dee?" "Can Pamela be your girl Dee?" I asked. "Are you Pamela?" Dorothy asked at my side. "Oh yes" I admitted "I'm Pamela". As I made this admission, Dee started to lay over on one side. With the leverage she had, I had to follow, so that she was now lying on her side, facing me, while I was on my side, facing her, but away from Dorothy. Slowly, Dee started to move up and down on me. As she did so, a finger probed my anus from the rear. "If you're Pamela, you must be a woman, right?" Dorothy whispered behind me. I had a sudden, terrible fear. My wife was going to make me her woman. I started to whimper. "Easy now Pamela" Dee said. "It'll just hurt a little bit. Then you can join our club. You'll be the third member." Dorothy had started moving in tight behind me, something poking me in the back. Then she was shoving pillows under my side. I felt her move further up on my back. Something was inserted in my back passage. It was unpleasant more than it hurt, but a sudden thrust changed all that. "Did I hurt you sweetheart?" Dorothy cooed in my ear. "Never mind" she said, starting to pant with exertion, "A couple of minutes. You can join Dee as a fully fledged member of "Dorothy's girls!" A little while later, still in bed, but propped up on pillows, the three of us lay, pleasantly exhausted. I was sore at front and back but replete. Both girls were reaching across me every so often to kiss or whisper endearments to each other. It was extremely pleasant to lie there in frothy lingerie with soft breasts pressing into me on both sides, sometimes in my face. It felt wonderful to be an integral part of such a feminine experience. I was just drifting into sleepy, sexual haze when I heard Dorothy mention something about England. "You really got the tickets!" Dee yelped. "Am I coming too?" "Of course sweetie!" Dorothy answered. "We're all going! Big contract to sign. Lots of money. Lots! I figured you and me will have a great time Dee. I've heard so much about the place. Gonna tour your socks off lady!" "I thought you said that I was going as well?" I asked. "Don't I get to tour as well?" "Not really Pamela. I'm going to send you to school." "School?" Dee asked. "What are you talking about Dorothy?" Dorothy leaned over, gave me a sultry kiss, then raised her head looking down on me, but talking to Dee. "I was on the Internet a few weeks ago." She said. "Saw a page for a woman called Mrs.Silk. Lives in a place called Kent. Has a nice big house there. She trains sissies, like little Pamela here. Turns them into housemaids. Two weeks of training under her Pamela, and you'll be the prettiest, happiest, little maid that you could possibly imagine." She looked over at Dee. "I spoke to Mrs. Silk on the phone a few weeks ago. It was hysterical! She has this real classy English accent, but I'll tell you, I have a feeling that when it comes to training little sissies, she exercises a lot of control. One thing I liked? Makes them shave all over, even down below." Here she laughed loudly. "Then she has them powder and perfume themselves there. Calls their organs 'bits'. Has little inspections. Makes them lift their skirts and petticoats and drop their panties to make sure they're following her instructions." "You have to be kidding." Dee laughed. "She makes them wear skirts and petticoats?" "Well, maybe not the kind of skirts that you and I would wear." Dorothy answered. "Pretty satin or taffeta uniforms with drop dead gorgeous petticoats." "Oh, I see. Maids uniforms! What a howl!" Dee laughed "Yeah!" Dorothy said happily. But let me show you. Reach into the drawer on that bedside table beside you. There's a pamphlet there. Get it for me, huh?" I felt Dee stretch away from me, heard the drawer open and close then heard the rustle of paper as she handed the pamphlet to Dorothy. "Here Pamela. Sit up. You may as well be involved in the decision making process too." As she said this she started sitting up herself, Dee following suit. Quickly, hoisted myself up, again squeezed on both sides by the women. Dorothy opened the glossy pamphlet and laid it on top of the covers where all three of us could see it. In fascinated horror I stared at the pictures showing beautiful satiny smooth, maids uniforms. "Wow!" Dee exclaimed. "You weren't kidding. Dresses, petticoats. And oh, these cute little lacy caps! But what in hell is a 'pinny'?" "That's what the English call an apron, I think." Dorothy said. "But look at all these colors!" Dee continued. Black, lemon, peach - and all these others! Holy Moses! Which one are you gonna get for him?" "Figure I'll get him three to begin with." Dorothy replied. "Three? To begin with?" Dee asked. "Yeah. Figured that would be a good start. I'll call Mrs. Silk today. That way, they'll be ready for him when he reports in to her house." I actually shivered in fright. "Aw! You poor little thing Pamela!" Dee consoled me. "Don't worry." "Yes Pamela You're starting a new career." Dorothy said. "Dee's moving in here when we get back. You can have the room down the hall. Be our permanent maid" "Oh you devil!" Dee cried happily. "What a wonderful idea!" "Yes. Our little maid to run our baths, look after our clothes, do the housework. I'm thinking of a small party when we get back. Us two, my mother, his sisters and his mother. Just think how surprised everyone is going to be when he answers the door! Now Pamela? Want to pick some pretty colors tht'll suit you?"

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Samantha Satnpantiy

Wed Dec 18 01:19:42 2002