Thursday, June 23, 2011

A Walk in the Woods

Okay - here is what should give you a very good idea of yourself.  Trust me - it an be surprisingly accurate. It IS fun, though you might find out a few things about yourself.  Just don't yell at ME!

1.  Time of day.  Your perception of your actual age or maturity.
2. Surroundings.  How you see life in general.
3. Walking on. (This is usually a path of some description - denotes how conventional you are.  I had a guy respond "Shoes"  Pretty exact type of guy -right?)
4.  Bear. People in general and how you view them.
5.  A key.  Your ego. (I found this fantastically accurate - at least as far as my own ego is concerned.)
6. Lake Your overview of sex.
7.  What do you drink from.  A phallic symbol of most interest to you.
8.  Swim?  Your participation in sex.
9.  House.  Your view of the institution of marriage.
10.  Fence.  Death.  What did you see on the other side?  Interesting.

 A half humorous warning though.  I had a fairly nice walk in the woods - with nothing too jarring. though my answer to number 7 puzzled the hell out of the guys who gave it to me - though I was somewhat aware of what "An ornately carved and painted wooden clog" might have meant.

But my "Key".  A huge bloody thing - like a castle key. Bright and golden with the loop at the end criss-crossed with golden threads - with pearls at the interstices no less.  My interlocutors were damn near having hysterics as I answered - but it IS true.  I have this huge bloody ego - which is why I can never figure out how in hell's name I ever became a submissive in the first place!

But the warning. I was so entranced by this thing - and the accuracy - that I gave it to a friend of mine.  His answers were AWFUL.   You should have seen the lies I had to tell to avoid making him look terrible!

But I do hope that you had some fun with the Walk in the Woods.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

A Bunch of Comments - and the Serial!

I was lying in bed this morning and thinking.  the serial idea was a good one, but I get lazy on it.

I set this blog up to allow cross dressers and transvestites to express themselves - and so far?  Not bad - thanks to Belinda, Monica, Tammie and so on.  Me?  I like to pontificate - have an opinion on just about everything - but that's the problem - I'm getting lazy - and would like more support from my readers on just about anything.

Oh!  A page that looks like fun.  I'm trying to get more on it.  TGI.com.

I got to thinking about a fun thing I was introduced to about 40 years ago.  It really IS interesting, so if you'd like to try something for a little fun, just get a pencil and paper.  You'll be asked a series of questions.  You don't have to write excplicit answers, just enough to serve as a clue later on.  Okay?

It's called "A Walk in the Woods"

You're out for a walk.
1.  What time of day is it?
2.  What are the surroundings like?
3. Describe what are you walking on.
4.  You see a bear.  What is it doing. What is your reaction to it?
5.  You find a key.  Describe it.

You come to a lake.  Beside it is a way for you to drink.
6. Do you drink?
7. If so, from what?
8.  Do you go for a swim?

You come to a house.  You look inside.
9.  Describe it.

You pass the house and come to a fence. 
10.  What is on the other side?

I'll fill you in on what the questions mean in the near future.

I was thinking about the term "Abuse".  I was brought up in large part by a grandmother who had brought up seven sons while having an alcoholic husband during the depression back in the 20's and 30's.  She'd thump me - and heavily - if displeased - and often.  She'd punch and even knee me.  She only slapped me once - and that was when I was caught shoplifting.  I remember that episode with deep shame and - sincerely?  I'm one of he most honest people I know.

I also spent four years as an evacuee during the second world war with a woman, her husband, and a son who was about three years older than me.  No one ever laid a hand on me - but that woman and her son got a tremendous kick out of confusing me on which foot to put my shoes on.

Who was the abuser?

The Serial.  Conclusion of "Dolly".
Dolly – conclusion

From last week

She took another embarrassed sip from her drink then obviously made up her mind to continue.  "I would never have thought it.  Ann has taught him to be kinda non-responsive?  She likes him to be her doll.  So he was kinda quiet for me – but once I got used to being more aggressive?"  She blushed.  "It was lovely.  He was all soft and sweet smelling, just the way a woman should be – but he had this male THING!  And I made good use of it.  So I basically had the best of both worlds.  That's why I'm here tonight.  To find out more about dolls – and maybe learn some tricks in getting a real live dolly all of my own?"

The women all laughed and then, to my embarrassment, they came forward and felt the material of my dress and petticoats in the most shameless manner.  One even pulled everything back to show off my panties and garter belt.  My erection hardly gave them pause at all as one woman put it as she surveyed my erection.  "Small – but will do in a pinch,"  and all the women laughed as Ann stroked it possessively.  "But only for ME – and my friends!" she laughed in turn.


The meeting went on for a short while only, then turned into a gabfest amongst all the women and I went back out to circulating and passing out drinks. Once in the dark hallway, Hilary got a hold of me and asked if I'd like to come and be her maid sometime.  She'd treat me well.  She was nice enough, but her hand was up under my petticoats as she asked, so I was well aware that she wanted me to do more than serve drinks as she fondled me there and then.  She didn't seem disappointed when I asked her to talk to Ann.

All the women finally said their goodnight and I was left with Ann and Amy. During the night after the show and tell session, I had noticed that they seemed especially chummy with their heads together and laughing and giggling a lot. I knew that they were friends, but this was a lot more than usual and I wondered what they were hatching up.  I didn't think about it to much though because once they got me on their own, they had me sit between them on the sofa and started to kiss and fondle me again, giggling as I got more and more excited.  Here I am in the midst of two attractive young ladies who are kissing and caressing me.  I tried to respond but Ann lightly slapped my hand.  "Dolly?  Be a good girl! And both of them giggled as I desisted and just lay in between them. Then Ann laughed.  "See Amy? I knew my little dolly hadn't gone gay on me!  Told you!"

"Hey!" Amy retorted.  "It was you that told me that the catering girl had been pissed off because he was making eyes at her boyfriend."  She leaned in over me and the scent and feel of her womanliness was almost too much as she kissed my lips.  "It's really all right if you want to admit that you'd like a guy!  Ann's been making you more and more like a girl all the time. Seems reasonable to me that you're starting to think like one.  Want a nice boy?"
I was laying in Ann's embrace at the time and knew that my lipstick and makeup were all mussed up from her kissing me.  Knew that I looked like an indignant, messed up, girl when Amy finally backed off and I expostulated excitedly but couldn't stop myself sounding like a girl.  "I do NOT!" I said, answering her question.
"See?  Ann said again, stroking my breast. "Little dolly here is MY girl! Aren't you Dolly?"
"And I thought she was MINE just a few nights ago!"  Amy broke in kiddingly, leaning in and stroking my breasts. "I never said you were gay!  T'was nasty old Ann!"

"You can leave my Dolly alone now," Ann said in mock huffiness. "I think she wants to go to bed – with ME.  Don't you Dolly?"
"I'm not gay!  Honest!" I said, but I was starting to weep with frustration.
"See how rotten you are Ann?"  Amy said with mock concern.  "Teasing poor little Dolly!"  She stood up quickly. "I'd better be going Ann.  Dolly here looks like she's all ready for you – and I have a baby sitter for the twins.  See you Saturday?  I'll see myself out.  Bye!"  She kissed Ann, then gave me a sexy, long kiss and, with that, was gone.  Ann simply pulled up my petticoats and pulled my panties down.  Mounted me there and then – and I was ready.

Ann liked me so much as a maid that she arranged to buy a new, identical, costume for me to wear when she told me.  I only had to wear it once before that weekend though. At dinnertime and a few other times Ann commented on how much she felt I'd helped the twins, but I guess I had blinkers on and didn't pay proper attention.  Should have.

The following Saturday I was quite surprised when Ann said that we were about to visit Amy.
"But it's early yet – and I'm not dressed," I complained mildly. "let me go and put something nice on.  I won't be long."
It wasn't as if I was untidy or anything like that – Ann hadn't changed her personality that much – she liked me neat and tidy at all times – and I was wearing a gray plaid skirt and a yellow cashmere top.  Plain, but attractive and functional.
"You're fine," she said shortly.  "Let's go!"  I knew better than argue.  Brushed my hair and put on a scarf and jacket. Freshened up my lipstick in the car.

She stopped the car when we got there.  Trained not to move until she opened my car door, I sat – so was quite surprised when she didn't move, except to face me.  "Dolly?  There's a present in the trunk for you to give the girls."
"Not Amy?  But I thought . ."
"Dolly!  For the girls!  Now this is early in the day, and me and Amy have an excellent reason for this – so I want you to play with the little girls – and behave!  Don't be asking questions!  Just do as your told and don't make a fuss unless you want me to chastise you in front of everybody!  Understood?"
"But I always behave!"  I pouted.

She relented a little.  "Yes you DO – but today is kinda special.  So just do as you're told."  She leaned over and kissed me.  "Lets go!" she said a moment later.
She got the present, rather large but addressed to the twins – from me – and done in pink paper.
"What is it?" I asked as she gave it to me.
"Never you mind!" she laughed.  "Just pretend that you know all about it.  Trust me – the twins will think the world of you for giving it to them."

Amy met us at the door.  Gave me a sly look as she kissed me hello and said how 'nice' I was looking.  Seconds later, the twins came thundering to meet us – but guessed that the present was for them and got very shy and well behaved until we were in the living room – at which point I gave it to them.

Eagerly, they waited for their mother's permission to open the present after thanking me very graciously.  Once they got it, they fell on the present like hungry tigers, ripping off the paper and bows.  I think they were just as surprised as I was at the first thing they pulled from the box – an oversized baby bottle.  Then a huge rattle.  They looked at each other, then at me with questions on their faces, but at Ann's warning lok, I pretended I knew what was going on.

Then they withdrew what looked like a wad of white toweling – then a pair of oversize rumba panties – with lots of frills, then right behind that an oversize pair of pink woolen booties.  Then a pink dress – all frills and flounces that looked about the right length for them – but much too wide.

A horrible though was starting to enter my mind and it wasn't eased any when Gwyn pulled out a satin pink bonnet with pale blue satin ribbons.  Her puzzled look was fading and she simply turned around and approached me with the bonnet in her hand.  "This is a LOVELY present aunt Denise.  You going to be OUR dolly now?"
Both Ann and Amy were smiling maternally at her, while Ann was casting warning looks at me.  "Well?  Your aunt Ann, and I thought . ." I started, but Gwyn was putting the bonnet on my head!
"Oh please . .?"  I couldn't help but start and Gwyn came to a halt.
"Dolly just means that the bonnet should be the very LAST thing on – don't you Dolly?" Ann said quickly.
"And she wants to make sure that you dress her properly!"  Said Amy with a laugh.

"Ooh!  Look at this!"  Gwen exclaimed and came over to me. "Bet she wants this!"
I opened my mouth to ask what she was talking about – and had it filled with a large pacifier! "Now baby Denise? You just keep that pacifier in your mouth while your mummies dress you!" She added, while Ann and Amy rolled helplessly in silent laughter on the couch.
"When can we dress baby Denise?" Gwyn asked the women.
The women shrugged helplessly, unable to talk, their faces red with suppressed laughing..
"Just now, I think they mean." Gwen responded, then took a hold of one of my hands and pulled.  "Come on down to the floor and we'll get your nappies on!" she ordered.

"Nooooo " I wailed, but both twins were giggling now and pulling on me. "Get that grown up skirt and sweater off you! – and into your proper clothes!" one of them said.
I wanted to struggle, and I guess I did – a little, but between laughing fits, Ann gave me enough looks to ensure that I went along with my two small tormentors. Soon. I was lying on the floor.  My panties gave them room for thought, but as they looked at each other, Ann appeared in my view.  "Aunt Denise DOES fancy herself a girl – but she has a boy 'thingie' – so your mummy and I think it a good idea that you get to know the difference.  So if you'll take his panties off?  I'll show you how to powder and put him in diapers.  Okay?"  She gave me a look that said I'd better not interfere, so a few minutes later I was on my back and both twins had learned what a male 'thingie' was – and I was powdered, then put in the terry diaper.  Shame damn near overcame me as I had the rumba panties put on over my feet and pulled up into position.

Then it was the pink dress being pulled on over my head, and I was made to stand up.  Excitedly the girls tied the ribbons that tied around my waistband, giggling and laughing as they did so – quarreling a little as to who was to put on my bootees, and who my bonnet.  After a whispered 'suggestion' from Ann it was decided that should get my makeup on.  Neither girl really had a clue, so they just creamed off all of my makeup without touching the eyes – and then they applied more foundation, rouge, powder and lipstick – especially lipstick.

Then, with a sarcastic fanfare from both women, I was made to kneel on the floor and Gwynn put my bonnet on me – with Gwen tying the ribbons under my chin.  Then the large rattle was put in my hands and I had to be led around the floor= being allowed to say nothing but baby talk.  Though still amused the women then left me pretty well to the tender mercies of the twins and started talking to each other.

I had the strangest feeling that something was up and then I heard the doorbell.  Ann shot me an amused look then went to answer the door.  To my surprise, she reappeared with Bob. Frankly, I'd had the feeling that Amy was disgusted with his recent performance and had decided to drop him – but here he was, as large as life – and as nasty as ever.

The humiliation I underwent.  Two little twins, bossing me around and me taught that I could only talk baby talk – or suffer the consequences of being spanked by either – or both – of the twins.  It gave them great delight for me to wave my rattle about and say Ga-Ga around the sides of my pacifier.  Then as the adults – and even the twins had some – munchies.  I was given a bottle – a great BIG bottle of apple juice – which I had to suck on – much to Bob's enjoyment as he dropped words like pansy, sissy, shameful – that sort of thing.

To my disgust he really didn't have a lot of time for me – the women were ALL over him – keeping in mind that the twin girls were there – kissing and fondling him when their attention was elsewhere – and to his growing delight as they fawned all over him.

Then, to my horror, I started needing to go to the bathroom – probably all of the apple juice I'd had to imbibe.  Finally, I could bear it no longer.   "Bathroom?"  I said clearly to Gwen and Gwyn.
"He needs to go potty!" Gwen said to Ann.
Her eyebrows lifted. "How did you learn that?" she asked.
"He told us?" Gwyn said, realizing that something was wrong.
"You must have been mistaken.  Baby girls like him can't talk yet. If he keeps on trying to say things like an adult? I think I'd spank him!"  Ann said severely.

"Whoooeee!  Spank that naughty little baby!"  Bob laughed.  "What a disgrace! Look at him!  No shame!"  He made a drunken smile.  "No shame!  Thassssa matter!"
"Hush dear and have another little drink!" Amy giggled.  "Here!"
But the twins were looking at each other excitedly.  Then Gwyn too my pacifier out. "What was that that baby said? Was she trying to say something?"
"Potty?  Please?" I whispered.
"Isn't that cute?" Gwen said. "Dolly Denise is really trying to say something!  I wonder if she needs potty?"
"Potty PLEASE?" I said more distinctly. Pleading now.  I knew perfectly well that I was heard perfectly well and was being ignored – but I had to try – couldn't help it.
"Dolly Denise?" Gwyn asked severely. "Now aunt Ann gave you to us to practice! Now Gwen and I need to practice being mommies with little dolls that can't talk.  Now if you keep trying to behave like an adult?  Gwen and I will have to lift your dress and spank you on your panties.  Is that what you want?"

Bob had heard every word and was being convulsed with laughter. "I think they wanna you to go PEE PEE in your diapers, baby Denise!" he cackled drunkenly.  "C'mon now!  Be a good little dolly for the kids.  Wee Wee?" Then he took another sip of his drink.

At that point, I'd just had enough.  Got to my feet with a squeal of outrage and headed for the door.  But I hadn't considered the strength that two large ten year olds can muster, especially when one is hampered by the shame of diapers and baby clothes – and not being that strong to begin with, The two young girls grabbed me around the legs and gradually worked me down to the ground.  They now knew that they were my masters completely.  I finally did what was wanted. Peed into my diapers.  Started to cry with shame.

"Baby has wet herself!"  Gwen said. "Time to change her. I think there's another diaper there. Lets go wash and change her."  Weeping softly and completely cowed now, I was led into the bathroom and made to lie down on some towels.  There my diapers were removed and I was washed, lotioned, and powdered before new diapers were put on me along with new rumba panties.  Red eyed, I was led back into the room with the adults.

Dinner was late – just some pizza that was sent out for.  I didn't expect – nor was I given any.  Some awful gruel and more apple juice, but I knew better than complain.  Bob was so drunk, I don't think he could have much pizza.  Both women were shunting him around now – one resting his head on her shoulder for a little while, then the other.

Finally, Amy said that the kids could miss their bath that night but they could watch TV in their room for a little while. If they so much as showed their noses they would be bathed and sent to bed without TV.   They had to say goodnight to their dolly – immediately.  And that was them – they were finished for the night!  They complained some – but it was obvious that Amy was the boss – her word was law, and they knew it.  Gave me wet kisses and wanted me to go to bed with them, but Ann reminded them that I was HER dolly and she wanted me.  This made sense to them, so the bade me a final good night.

So there was Myself, Ann, and Bob.  He was damn near out of the picture, but if he looked like he was falling asleep, Ann  would simply slap him none too lightly and wake him up again.  She couldn't move too well as his head was resting on her shoulder, but she laughed at me.  "Okay.  I guess that you've been a baby long enough.  Off you go and change into the yellow baby doll pajamas you find in the bedroom – NOT the pink ones.  Make up your face nicely, then come back here – and don't waste any time.  Okay?  Make sure that you put on nice high heels now!"

I wasn't about to argue, but had to ask.  "We staying here for the night?"
"Yes.  And if you don't get going, I'll just send you to bed with the twins.  That what you want?"  She spoke severely but laughed as I hastened away.

Once I got back there as an adult, she hadn't changed position and Bob was still staring at her with a glazed expression.  But Amy was back, sitting on the loveseat in front of them. She looked up as I approached. "Hello – don't you look pretty!  If only the twins could see you now!"  She laughed.  "But honestly?  I think you did a very nice job with them.  It's amazing what they're learning.  But come here and sit beside me.  You can cuddle in.  Ann won't mind."

I gave Ann a nervous look, but she smiled and nodded her approval at me, so I went in a flurry of nylon and lace and sat close to Amy.  Rested my head on her shoulder.  She put an arm around me. Kissed me softly. Then she smiled. "You don't like Bob very much, do you?"
I looked at her nervously but shook my head.
"That's all right," she said.  "He's been MEAN to you.  Hasn't he?"
I nodded this time – and she laughed, and picked out this penis looking ivory thing about eight inches long. "Know what this is?" She giggled.
I blushed.  "A vibrator?"

She stopped giggling. "Well it's not really a vibrator as it doesn't vibrate.  It's a thing that ladies like to use when their male hasn't done his job. But it's only for use by hand.  Like to try it?"
"No thanks Amy," I said through dry lips.
"Well that's a shame, because Ann and I are going to be busy for a while."  She nodded at the pair across from us – and we don't want you to be jealous of all the attention he's getting."
"Oh?  I wouldn't do that!" I said, but then couldn't help but let out a soft "Ooh" as one of her hands was down at my panties and stroking me.
"There's a girl!" She whispered in  my ear softly. "Now just take a hold of this thing here,  That's it!  Now softly place it up inside you.  There!  That's a girl!"

She sat back contentedly. "Now I have to tell you dear!  You can move that little toy in and out of you – but you'd better not COME!  Got it. Just have a nice time, while Ann and I enjoy Bob – but don't get over excited!  Got that?"  She got up from the couch as I nodded meekly.  Then she went over and sat on the other side of Bob,

The false penis felt all right, but I was SO jealous as the girls took him into their embraces..  How come Bob got all the fun? He was nothing but nasty to me – and it never seemed to make any difference – but then something caught my eye and I started paying some attention.
"Wotchoo doooin?" Bob mumbled as the girls took his shoes and socks off.
"Be a GOOD little boy!" Amy said, in a scolding voice – and slapped him.  HARD!

He shook his head and tears came to his eyes, "Whooooo!  That hurt!" he said and rubbed his cheek.
"Can't take a little love pat?"   Ann asked – then nipped him.
"Hey Stop!" He yowled, sobering up a little.
"Of course the girls laughed, undoing his belt and pulling down his pants.  Throwing them away.
"Hey?" He said again.
"Didn't I tell you to be GOOD?" Amy said to him coldly – and slapped him again.

"Thasss not fair!" he mumbled – and started to cry. "That hurts!"
"Poor little sissy!"  Amy laughed. "Did I hurt you?  She kissed him by taking his head forcibly between her hands and kissing him on the lips.  "Did that hurt you?" She asked softly.
"No.  Well . ." He began, but she was slapping him again.  He tried to fend her off but was too drunk to defend himself.
"Yes!  Yes!  You're hurting me!" He cried, tears running down his cheeks now.

"I think he's just a little sissy."  Ann laughed, kissing him now and speaking to Amy.  "Maybe if he admits that he's just a little sissy you won't hurt him again?"
"Don't be SILLY!  He's a MAN! Not a sissy!"  Amy said – and slapped Bob hard once again.

I sat there slowly slipping the penis in and out of myself – entranced and not jealous of Bob any more.  The poor little thing was being HURT by those two women and he was obviously lost.  Amy slapped him again – while Ann pinched him.  At that point he gave up completely.
"Please stop ladies.  I'm a sissy.  Please don't hurt me any more."

Amy laughed. "He's just putting us on Ann.  Bob's just not in the mood for a little rough play just now.  But he's ALL man!"  She raised her hand as if to strike him again.
"Please DON"T!" He squealed.  "I'm sorry Amy!  I really am a sissy!"
"Like Dolly Denise over there?  That what you're telling me?" Amy thundered but chucked him under the chin. "C'mon dolly Bobbi!  Were you pretending just now when you said you were a sissy?  Amy won't be mad.  You just a little sissy?"
"I'm not . ." he started, and this time she slapped him gently on the face. Spoke to him in a wheedling tone – then pinched him cruelly. "Tell the truth little Bobbi.  Come on now – or mummy may have to spank you.  That what you want?"

And thoroughly confused now, he confessed that he was indeed, just her little sissy.  A dolly, just like Denise.  Cried real tears as the two women stripped him of all his clothes.  Poked and stroked at him when he was naked.  Made fun at his lack of musculature and his small penis.
"He's nice and smooth – just like a sissy right enough!"  Ann laughed, caressing him mockingly.
"Yes!" Amy said.  "I told him I liked my men smooth.  Maybe that's what it was?"
"Nah!"  Ann said, sliding a pair of bright red lacy panties up his legs.  "I think that little Bobbi here was a sissy all along."  She gave him a mocking kiss.  "That what it was Bobbi?  Would you like to be Amy's little dolly?"
"Yes Ann," he sobbed.
"That's a girl!  Hold out your arms and we'll get your nice bra on you."

Laughing now, the girls dressed him in matching scarlet undies – all lacy and feminine.  Panties, bra, garter belt, and camisole as he helped them obediently.  Dark stockings, then scarlet shoes.  Started gently pulling him about as if he were a rag doll on and off their laps as they kissed and fondled him.   I could see that he had an erection after a while – another thing they mocked.  By then he had lost all resistance.  He'd sobered up almost completely, but was powerless against the two women.  Seemed to shrink as they maltreated him and cried again as they plucked his eyebrows into feminine arcs. The poor little thing that he'd become actually pretended to listen – and agree wholeheartedly – when they suggested that a spanking might be good for him.  Even managed a half hearted smile as he positioned himself over Ann's knees first – then Amy's.  Sobbed uncontrollably before they finished with him.  They were not fooling in the slightest now. He was broken, but I could see that they were taking NO chances.

Amy came over to me while Ann took Bobbi into her arms.  "Having a good time dear?  I hope you haven't come yet?"
"No Miss Amy!"  I answered now scared out of my mind by this young woman.  Scared witless that the two women would start in on me.
She laughed. "I'm starting to see that you girls like you and Bobbi enjoy – no NEED - a firm hand. But here's what I want you to do. Leave your toy inside you – but take photos with this digital camera here.  It's pre-focused so all you have to do is press the little button there. You don't think that it's too much of a thing for a little dolly like you?"
She laughed quite nicely as I assured her that it wasn't.  Patted me on the head.

If what had been done to Bobbi before was bad enough – what they did to him then, completely destroyed him as anything that could ever claim to be a man again.  First of all they made him put makeup – lots of it – on.  Then to help them with harnesses as they swaggered around in front of him.  Then, he had to fit dildos into each harness – kissing each one lovingly before he did so.  Then, as docile as a little kitten, he knelt on the couch, and spread his legs to let Amy lubricate, then enter him at the back.  He was crying again as Ann entered him at his mouth so that he was now busy at both ends.  The women smiled at the camera and had him turn his head and smile as well as he could as I took photos.  Naturally, I made sure to snap as many photos as I could.  I knew that he was blackmailed for life but, at the same time sensed that it wasn't needed.  Bobbi was broken.  Would never be the same again.

As if to further humiliate him, Ann withdrew then, as Amy continued to ride him sweetly calling him "her" , she took his nails and painted them scarlet – then they made him sound pleasantries as the showed him the final results. 

Then Ann turned to me.  "Turn off the camera Dolly!  Go and get the pink baby dolls from the bedroom."
Naturally, I did as I was told.  When I brought them back, Amy said too him.  "Guess what, little Bobbi?  Dolly Denise is going to dress you in your new nightwear?  Now you'll be just like her!  Won't that be FUN?"
He looked at her helplessly and slowly nodded.  Started to cry again.

"Little sissy!"  Amy said with scorn. "Take these sodden undies off Bobbi, Denise.  Would you believe that he's cum all over his panties?  Then put him in his baby dolls."

I didn't want to do this – but was well aware that there was now a new relationship between the girls and Bob and myself.  Whether he had figured it out or not didn't matter, he was now categorized just like me.  I didn't like it to tell the truth, but I started to feel a strange sympathy for him, so picked op his new, filmy, nightwear. Knew better than to argue.

With the two women looking on and making caustic remarks, I stripped Bobbi off and with his help put on his panties and top after I wiped him off a little.  He looked at me ashamed and afraid, but submitted.

"Good little girls!":  Ann said to us.  "Now things are going to change around here and it's imperative that you start off by being friends. So give each other a nice kiss, then put your arms around each others waist and sit down on the couch together."
Amy broke in. "As a matter of fact?  Just to show you know who you are?  Introduce yourselves to the other, using you proper names.  Go ahead now!"

Bob and I looked at each other in horror, but managed and air kiss, barely touching cheeks. "Hi Bob,"  I started.  "I'm dolly Denise."
"That won't DO girls!" Amy laughed.  "A little nicer kiss – put some feeling behind it like proper girls do – and Denise?  HER name is Bobbi now."
"And if you don't do it nicely?  We may just have you fondle and grope each other.  That what you want girls?" Ann broke in – then laughed at the expressions on our faces.

This time, we held each other and kissed, our baby dolls coming together – and I knew that where he felt and smelled just like a girl to me, I felt like one to him.  "Hello Bobbi"  I said.  "I'm Dolly Denise." I made sure that my voice was soft and girly.
"Hello Dolly Denise, " he squeaked, his eyes full of tears again. "I'm Dolly Bobbi!"

"Isn't that the cutest thing you ever saw?" Amy laughed.  "You were SO right Ann.  Imagine me thinking that they were guys! Now arms around each other girls and sit on the couch."
Bobbi and I put arms around each others waist and sat together on the couch, very conscious now of how we felt like girls, our soft lacy panties actually rubbing against each other.

Ann beamed. "What a nice start you girls have made.  I can see great things for you in the future.  But here's what's going to happen starting now.  Bobbi?  Starting tomorrow, you and Amy – and the twins are going to move into our apartment.  Bobbi?  You are going to stay there just like Denise and let Amy and I go out to work.  Just like Denise, you'll learn to look after us girls, and the housework.  On top of that?  You'll take care of the twins."
"Though they may take care of YOU!" Amy broke in with a laugh.
"She has a point!"  Ann added. "Naturally, as you two are just dollies and the twins are REAL girls, you'll do as you're told – but I'm SURE you'll learn to get along with them. Do you have a question girls?"

I felt Bobbi stir beside me as if her were going to say something – but he stayed silent like me.  "Very well girls!" Ann added.  "Bed time.  I think we'll all sleep together in Amy's bed tonight.  You'll probably find it a little crowded – but we'd like you two girls to start sharing experiences right away.  Keep together now – and you can lead the way into the bedroom.  Don't forget to wiggle those cute little asses now!  Arms around each other, friendly-like."

Now Bobbi and I made our way slowly down the hallway, our girlish bodies bumping into each other – he wasn't as good as I was in his heels.  Behind us, the two women teased us and laughed at our attempts to be girlish, lifting our tops now and then and patting us on our panties.  Getting lewder and lewder as we went.

Then Bobbi and I were made to kiss again, then climb onto the bed and kneeling face down, drop our panties down to about knee level.  Then we were made to hold hands as the women climbed up behind us.
"Aren't they cute!" Amy laughed as the women lubricated us – and Bobbi and I squealed softly – like the girls we were becoming - when they entered us in unison.

The end



Thursday, June 16, 2011

Adventures of a Sissy Maid



I thought I might just put a short note together regarding my last adventure as a sissy maid. I was recruited to assist my friend Stephanie who is the head sissy maid for a space in New York City called the Iron Bell Academy. This was a party, and there were four maids recruited to serve at it. We had a kitchen available to us in the dungeon space, and were able to make food and drinks, and to serve the guests at the party. We got there a bit early to the space in Queens in all our maiden finery, and it was a bit chilly for short skirts and skimpy outfits as we waited for the Mistress to arrive to let us in. We were cold enough to wander over to the deli on the corner, and there we had what has become a common experience when traipsing about as a maid, amused acceptance. We lingered a bit and bought our sodas, and then returned and began to get ready for the party. Everyone there was thrilled to have sissy maid service especially the Ladies, and particularly the younger women. We worked far into the night, not ending our service to well after midnight. We had a long drive so the Mistress allowed us to depart a bit early, and as we departed, a small group was outside smoking. A young Mistress offered to escort us girls to our car so we would not be molested. Such is the lot of the sissy maid. Beneath our petticoats we were four men, but we had surrendered those masculine identities. As models of sissiness, we attracted the protective instincts of this lovely Mistress. I felt warm and humiliated, both at the same time. It was a short walk to our car, so we assured her that we would be safe, and headed off into the night swishing our pettis, and waving goodbye to the party. We had a good night of service.













Stephanie and I take a moment to pose


Tuesday, June 14, 2011

This Could be YOU!

Do you have 'hnlotz' in your e-mail address?  If you do - please contact me.

You ordered some books through Paypal - and gave the wrong address!  I can't send the books - nor return your money!  Please contact me!

(Just a note to any of you who order goods via the Internet.  Make BLOODY sure that you don't mess up your mailing address!)

Hugs

Bea

Sunday, June 12, 2011

A New Page (for me) Worth Looking At!

Yo!

I don't even PRETEND to know how it's done - but all you sissies? Take a look at a blog:

transgressivefantasy.blogspot.com.

Looks FANTASTIC!

Sunday, June 5, 2011

The most recent Bishop Cartoon Serial

Remember back a while when I posted a series of Bishop cartoons - that amounted to a kind of serial?  Well, here's his most recent.  It's No. 5 in his series - "The Pinkness."

Thanks Dave

Serial - French Open Damn Near Got in the Way!

Have enjoyed tennis for many years.  Actually wanted a Murray / Djokovich (spelling?) final - but guess that Nadal / Federer will do! 

Anyhow?  Got engrossed and nearly forgot.  Which reminds me.  Episode 3 (next week) may be a little late as I have a graduation to go to about 400 miles away, so will maybe be late getting home - so don't yell at me!

Hugs

Bea

From Last week
"Yes!  Doesn't it look REAL?" Ann butted in. "So natural!  And that camisole?"
"Nice and lacy to match the bra?" Amy asked.
"Of COURSE!  Panties as well!" Ann said as I cringed.
"That's SO nice!" Amy exclaimed.  "Panties?"
"Hah!  You should have seen the fuss he made when I wanted to put a little makeup on him!"  Ann said indignantly.
"NO!"  Amy said.  "These MEN!"  Then she turned to me.  "Honest!  You'd think you'd let Ann finish the job!"  Then she looked slyly at me.  "Just a little?  Come on?"
"No!" I tried to say adamantly, but it was no use.  She winked ostentatiously at Ann, and they both laughed.


Dolly – Part 2

"Excuse us Bob – for just a minute?" Amy said – and next thing, she and Ann were on either side of me, gently assuring me that it was 'just a touch' and putting light touches of foundation, eye shadow, mascara, blusher – then having me pout alluringly as they applied lipstick. I couldn't help but look at the smug face that Bob gradually put on – HE was too much of a man to put up with that shit.  He was embarrassed, it was easy to see, but didn't try to help me in any way.

And now, though nothing was said, it seemed as if his earlier mistake had been proven correct. There was no way on earth that I could possibly act like a man now – not made up and dressed the way I was – and to my outrage it WAS as if we were now one male to three women! And he LOVED it.  Smug bastard!  Just before we sat down to dinner, Amy slyly mentioned how much her twins loved me.  "They even call him Aunt Denise!" She giggled.
"I wonder why?"  Bob said, hardly laughing at all – but you could tell he was being sarcastic and funny as his eyes took in my girlish dress and demeanor..
We had dinner and I must admit that it took me a while to get used to my bracelets sliding up and down my arm – even the gentle jangling of my necklace.  Then Amy capped it off! 

Bob had gone to the bathroom and she fixed her eye on me once he had gone. With a slight grin and a fatuous expression, she said to me "You know Denise?  I think he fancies you!"
"Aw knock it OFF Amy!" I moaned quietly – scared that he would hear her.
"Don't see why not!"  Ann commented laying an arm on mine.  "You're becoming very attractive dear, you know?  He knows that you're MINE of course, but that doesn't stop real men from wanting a girl.  But when he comes back?  I think I'll make him more aware of who you really belong to."

When he did return, she didn't do anything obvious to declare her ownership of me.  Did have me wear a pretty black and white apron and help clean off the dishes – her, Amy, and myself – while Bob sat lording it over us with his male superiority.  I found myself also acting more like Ann's girl.  Couldn't have him getting any ideas about me, could I?  I wasn't some homosexual!  So, if anything, Amy's comment made in fun just separated me further from the male – Bob's – side if things.

To my horror I discovered that us all going out to an early movie had been considered, but much to my relief that the idea had been discarded by Ann.  Amy and Bob took their departures with Amy making ridiculous and rolling goo-goo eyes at me, but finally I was left with Ann.
"Time you and I had a talk Dennis.  I've been thinking, but it looks as if we have to get the financial picture settled.  Take your apron off now and let's talk a minute."
"Financial situation?" I queried once I sat down beside her.
"Yes.  I think you should come and stay with me here but I need to know how you're fixed money wise." She smiled.  "You can probably tell that I'd like to dress you up properly, but I don't think I can afford what I want to do. I THINK I make enough to have you come and stay here and look after this place – but I need to know if you're carrying any major credit card debt.  That sort of thing.  I don't even know if you're rich enough to contribute a little something towards the rent.  That would be LOVELY.  But the major things are if you carry major debt – and how long it would take to get out of your lease or rental.  So tell me please?"

 Frankly I sort of liked the idea of her finding out what I was going to bring into the relationship.  Almost like a bride telling a groom that she has a much bigger dowry than he expects.  "Well?  I don't have any credit card debt," I said.  "That's paid off automatically."
"Whew!  That's a relief.  What kind of credit level do you have?" she asked.
I shrugged.  "Don't know for sure, but it was about $25.000 the last time I looked."

She blinked.  "That's a higher level than mine.  But that's all to the good I suppose.  I don't think that you're silly with money – but have you ever exceeded your limit?"
"Just once – but that was for a vacation – and like I said, it was taken care of automatically – and all I did have to make a phone call to identify to them what I was."
She took that in and blinked again.  "Expensive vacation!  But the big question is how much notice do you have to give to get out of your rental.  You've never had me in your apartment, but I know that's a pretty snazzy place you live in – so I know that you have to probably have a lease – or rent."

I really loved doing this. In pretended innocence, I said.  "But I don't do either."
Her eyes widened.  "You buying that place?"
"No.  I don't do that."  I was still pretending innocence.
Ann looked at me.  Aggravation starting to show. "Sweetie?  You don't lease – or rent – or pay a mortgage."  She added sweetly and phony .as all hell    "You must do ONE of those things!"
"Aha! " I said, pretending to see what she was getting at.  "Oh no dear.  I own the place.  Lock, stock, and barrel.  I only have to pay taxes ion it – and I keep forgetting about them, because they're done automatically too."

I was delighted in her open mouth expression of amazement. Then she leaned forward and took my arm.  Smiled.  "Explain dear.  If you're telling the truth I want to know why I've been buying all those things for you.  If you're lying?  I think I'll put you over my knee and give you a good old fashioned spanking!"  Her eyes took on a dreamy expression.  Then she looked at me in a decidedly sultry fashion. "But now that I think on it?  I may just spank you anyway – just for the fun of it.  Get it cleared up here, who is who – and who does what he is told to do!"

A funny dry taste filled my mouth and I had the feeling that the idea of going over her knee and being spanked both horrified and scared me. "It's true.  Honest, You don't need to hurt me."
She shrugged and patted my knee in a reassuring way. .  "Who said anything about hurting you? A little spanking?  That's what I did with my dollies when I was a little girl when they were naughty."  She smiled reminiscently  - "Or to be honest?  When I felt like it.  But we'll see about that when the time comes.  Now tell me more."
To tell the truth, I had never caught on to the word "Dollies" and what she meant, but I thought it best to explain everything about my financial situation.  Right down to the details.

And then she spanked me. Put me over her knees and pulled my velvet pants down, with me sort of luxuriating as she did so very slowly. Then she basically just patted me on my panties, commenting on how she'd never spanked an adult before – but it was SO nice.  To be quite honest?  Only my pride was hurt probably more at the easiness in which she took me over her knees, but I found that I kinda liked it.

How can an adult male admit that he liked being spanked like a little child over the knees of a woman who is not much larger that he is?  The very ACT of going over her knees? The shame and humiliation?  The fact that his clothes are NOT masculine – velvet, then lace? Black? She had never spanked me before, but now I knew that the very act helped to define our relationship as it had never been defined before.  She'd had NO problem with me.  Just decided to do it – and I'd no choice.  The fact that there were no unusual circumstances underlined the prospect that she could do the same thing any time she wished without any major problem.

I turned my lips up for a nice kiss when she was finished and let me back up.  Looked at her with adoring eyes, but she'd have none of that.
"No time for sex just now,"  She said briskly. "Got your credit card here?" she asked practically as she let me up and rearrange myself.
"Yes dear. But why?"  I said this humbly as my ass was still nice and warm and I luxuriated in it – though not openly to be honest..
She shook her head.  "Stop being such a sissy!  The shoes you have aren't really made for outside. But give me your credit card – and let's do some shopping!"  She said.

"Just NOW?" I asked.
"Yes!  And would you please hurry UP?"
I pulled out my wallet and started digging out my credit card.
"Just give me your wallet," she said.  "Let me look you out a handbag and a nice coat to go with your outfit."
It didn't take her long to empty my wallet into a black patent leather clutch purse and for her to get me into a black swagger coat.  She finished me off by gently arranging a black and white chiffon scarf around my neck.  "Looking better all the time!" she said with a grin.

I had a problem breathing when she took me into the wig shop at the mall.  Let's face it, I wasn't a girl – just a guy in girl's clothes, though I was starting to look pretty.  Naturally, I was embarrassed, but she wasn't fazed at all.  There was only one lady in the store as it was getting on in the evening I suppose.  Rather plump with a pleasant expression and she approached Ann – with a look as if she were trying to avoid seeing me.  Tactful, I suppose.
Her voice was pleasantly modulated as she spoke to Ann.  "May I help you ma'am?   I have a brunette job that just came in today if you're interested?"

Ann laughed.  "No.  I'd like some nice wigs for him."
The woman blinked.  "But I'm afraid we don’t have men's wigs at all.  And honestly?  He doesn't look like he needs one at all."
Ann looked apologetic.  "I'm sorry.  I should have explained.  I just LOVE to dress my boy friend up prettily – and his hair just doesn't cut it, the way it is.  I have a really pretty, frothy blonde style – then a redhead – and then another in mind – though I haven't quite made up my mind about the third one as yet.."

The lady smiled.  "If you'd sit down in front of this mirror sir?   I'm SURE we can help you.  A pretty blonde you said?" she asked Ann.  "Short and curled – or long."
"Don't know yet for sure.  Why not try a bunch?" Ann said.
"May I put a cap on sir?" The woman asked me.
"A cap?"
"Yes it'll help smooth out your hair and give me a uniform size to work with.  Not all wig sellers use them, but I like to use them."
"Just do whatever you see fit," Ann said.  "But looking around?  I like that peroxide blonde one over there." She added pointing.

"That's the right size.  Want to bring it here while I finish his hair?" the lady said, putting a sort of cap thing on my head and pinning it in place.   Then she took the wig from Ann and placed it gently on my head.  "Doesn't he object?  He doesn't look very pleased?" the girl said.
"Him?  He's just being a grouch.  See Denise? The nice lady's making you look pretty.  What do you think?"
"You call him Denise?" The woman obviously couldn't resist asking her.
"Well – that's close to his male name I guess.  But I really think of him as Dolly."

The woman paused for a second, then stood back, admiring her handiwork.  "But Dolly?  Is that what you really think of him?"
Ann laughed after a short pause.  "Yes  I guess so..  When I was a kid.  I loved dolls – I mean LOVED them..  Loved to dress them and make them look all lovely.  Tell them what to do.  Have little games with them. You know – just like little girls do.   Once I grew up, I found that I got some kicks from having a guy put on clothes that I like, though they were mostly male stuff.  Found that I got a big kick from seeing clothes I'd picked out for him.  You see, accidentally? I got him in a lovely blouse one time – and it dawned on me!  That's why I want to get him into some nice stuff instead.  Can't wait for his hair to grow. Want to make him SO pretty!    He's just my little starter dolly now – but I expect to make improvements."

"I see" the woman laughed, adjusting the back of my hair a little.  "But doesn't he object?"
"Object?"  Ann said thoughtfully. "Probably."  She came up and kissed me at the back of my neck. "But Denise is my little dolly-wolly? Isn't he?  C'mon now!  Tell this nice lady that you're Ann's little dolly.  Come on now!"

I looked at the grinning lady in the mirror reflection.  She paused expectantly.   Red faced I admitted. "Ann's right.  I'm her doll."
"That's a lovely outfit you have on.  Did she pick it out for you?" The woman asked as if she were talking to a little child.
"Yes."  I admitted.  Nearly screamed when I heard my own voice – it was becoming soft with a slight lisp.
"And after we get you some nice hair?  We're gonna go and do some other girly stuff?  Aren't we Dolly?" Ann tittered.

My!" The woman said.  "He's so lovely and obedient!  I'm married myself and my husband's not bad I guess, but wants his own way all the time. I think I'd like someone like this around.  I don't know if I'd get all that fun out of dressing him.  But I'd imagine that he does housework?"
"Haven't got around to that, but I'm sure he will,"  Ann gave a cute smile.  "If I ask him properly, that is."  She put on a little girl voice and spoke to me.  "You wouldn't have any problems helping Ann do her household chores – would you Dolly?"
Both women laughed as I blushed and nodded slowly in agreement.

We purchased – or rather Ann used my card to but three wigs.  Very blonde, redhead and brunette.  The saleslady offered the opinion that the red might not suit my complexion, but Ann just smiled at her and said that she might change my coloring – when she was of a mind to, and the lady laughed.

When we left Ann put an arm around my waist and gave me a hefty squeeze.
"I just want to say 'thank you' "  She said.  "You've been SO sweet and obedient.  First of all with Amy and Bob, and now with that lady in the store. Why don't you pout those pretty lips and let Ann give you a nice kiss, huh?"

There were still people walking around us and I felt strange, stopping and pouting my lips for a kiss amongst them, but I did. Knew that I looked like a lesbian to some – or an effeminate male to thers, but couldn't do a thing.   She took her time too.  Took me in her arms and kissed me firmly on the lips.  I couldn't help myself by almost melting into her embrace.  Finally, she let me go and stand upright, saying with relish. "You even kiss nicely.  All nice and soft and yielding. I'd love to take you home and into bed right now – but let's go to the jewelers and get your ears pierced.  Shall we?"

I knew better by this time than to show the fright she generated in me.  Thought quickly and said "Don't you think we could maybe do it tomorrow Ann?  When there'd be more time?"
She gave me a shrewd look that said she wasn't taken in at all. "I was just thinking about a single hole per lobe.  Now I think we'll go double.  Or would you rather have three per ear.  What do you think?"
I swallowed fast.  It looked as if the more I objected, the more holes my ears would have. "Whatever you think best, Ann."
She gave me a quick kiss.  "Ooooh, it's lovely when you read my mind!  I think we'll stay for two just now.  We can always change our mind later, huh?"  Then she giggled softly as I nodded quickly.  "Just love an obedient boyfriend – and that's what you are.  Right Dolly?"
She didn't speak quietly at all and where some passer byes may have just accepted me as female, I was now getting looks that searched for, and found, my true gender.

In the jewelers Ann asked who did the ear ring holes and we were directed to a young lady who was cleaning out a tray of ear rings in a glass compartment.  "Want some additional ear rings love?" She asked Ann in a pleasant voice.
"Not for me dear,"  Ann replied.  "For my little dolly here.  I want him to look nice and figure that some nice earrings will help.  Don't you?"  She took one of my arms and gently pushed me forward as she spoke.

The girls eyebrows raised a trifle, but she first of all looked at me for confirmation and simply nodded as I blushingly nodded in agreement.  "If you'll sit right there - sir?" she said, pointing to a chair.  Then she asked me. "Have you chosen posts or studs yet?"
I looked helplessly at her, as Ann broke in. "Two on each ear please.  One in the lobe and one about a half inch away.  We'll just take the standard gold for a start – although you might want one set with small rubies?  That right?" She asked me,

She was making it abundantly clear who was the boss and meekly I sat there agreeing with everything until my ears were pierced. The young girl was very professional about everything – a small dab of antiseptic and a white wand like thing placed up against each ear.  A minor pin prick and Ann smilingly telling me how terrific I looked and we were out of there – though only after she 'suggested' I buy two pairs of long dangly ear rings she swore would look great on me.

On the way to the department store, she looked at her watch.  "You know?  If we hurry  I can just have time to take you into a store not far down the mall here.  I don't think I want to buy anything just yet – but I'd love to do it.  You don't mind, do you?"
"What do you have in mind?" I asked innocently – and received a sore nip on my backside!
"Little dollies do NOT ask questions!" She told me as I let out a surprised ouch.  "Little dollies like you ALWAYS agree.  Right?"
"Yes Ann," I said meekly, rubbing my backside.

"Good.  I don't think we need anything special in the department store.  Get you some undies, shoes, skirts and tops.  Just daily wear for you to do the housework in and that sort of stuff.  Don't need to spend much time at all."
I'd learned a lesson, so coughed politely, then said.  "May I ask you a question Ann?"
She beamed.  "Now that's MUCH better dolly. What do you need to know, dear?"
"Well?  It's not as if I disagree or anything?  But what's all this about skirts and stuff – and housework?"
She stopped suddenly.  "Didn't I tell you dear?  You're moving in with me.  And once you do that?"  She smiled broadly. "You KNOW that I'm going to make you into my personal little dolly.  You know that, don't you?"

"I'd guessed that you wanted me for . ."  I gulped.  "Your dolly. But I didn't know about the other stuff. You want me to wear girl stuff some of the time?"
"Some of the time?  SOME of the time?" she scoffed.  "You're MY dolly now.  Think I want you in men's clothes?"
I found myself breathing heavily through my nose. "But Ann.  I can see that you want to dress me . . me . . prettily . . some of the time?"  I smiled weakly.  "But you have work to go to – and all that.  Those skirts and stuff you're talking about?  Don't sound as if they're going to make me look like the dolly you want me to be."

She stopped and led me over to a bench. Patted me gently once we sat down. "I know I've been rushing things a little and so I suppose I owe you SOME explanation.  But think about this.  If I let you start walking about like a man again?  Don't you think you're going to get some ideas?  Like you're a guy.  Want to argue?"
"Oh no Ann!  Not at all!" I expostulated as sincerely as I could..
She shrugged.  "Maybe not. But why should I take all that bother?  You're probably good at housework – and I'm not.  Then when I come home at night I want my little dolly in a pretty dress – and all made up – and everything?"  her words got slower and a dreamy expression crossed her face, then hardened as a new picture crossed her mind..  "If you've been in pants and shirts all day – don't you think that you might give me a problem?  Whereas I simply ask you to change out of a skirt into a nice pretty costume?  When you've been doing girly work all day?  I don't see a problem. Do you?"
"Girly work?"  I asked with a feeling of dread yet fascination.

She got up from the bench and pulled me up with her.  "Dolly? You're just being silly now. I don't know yet whether we're going to end up in your place or mine. But from now on?  You're going to take care of ME.  If you don't have a problem with that?  Let's go. We don't have a lot of time."  She looked at me challengingly.   I looked down at the ground in a docile fashion and followed her.

Maybe I expected some of the women in the department store to raise some concern when Ann indicated clearly that it was ME that the clothes and stuff were being bought for? If so, I was wasting my time.  There WERE a few sidelong glances amongst the sales ladies once Ann made her intentions known.  Maybe there might have been some issues raised if there had been more lady customers? I don't know.  But once she introduced me as Dolly?  I didn't have a chance.  Skirts, blouses, tops, were held up against me and Ann's opinion was asked as if I weren't there.  Shoes, the same thing.

Laden with parcels – and I couldn't stop blushing at what was in them – we left and headed down the mall, with Ann looking impatiently at her watch the whole way.  We finally stopped at a small store where a woman was just in the process of locking up.
"Hiya Hillary!"  Ann said.  "Thought I'd made it in time.  Sorry."
The woman – a short blonde with a sharp intelligent face turned.  "ANN!  I didn't expect to see you.  Come on in to the store!"

As she spoke, she led us into a brightly lit store with, as far as I can tell dresses and costumes, all bright colors on racks and on floor mannequins.  Big signs stated that  the costumes were for rental – while some of the dresses were for sale.

Ann sighed. "Nah.  I didn't expect to buy or rent anything right now.  Just look around." She took my upper arm and thrust me forward a little. "Hilary?  I'd like you to meet my new dolly.  His name's really Dennis – but I much prefer to use Dolly myself."

The woman widened her eyes then took my hand.  "Hello  . . Dennis?  I'm sorry dear, I hadn't taken you all in.  Thought you were a girl friend of Ann's that I didn't know.  But please, you two?  Come into the store."  She turned to Ann. "I was just closing up a few minutes early because business is kinda slow.  C'mon!"  Without hesitation she led us into the store.  As she did, she laughed over her shoulder.  "Ann?  What in all blazes are you up to?  You're calling him Dolly – and I see that he's wearing nice clothes.  Are you doing what I think you're doing?"

"I probably AM!" Ann answered back, laughing a little. "I've found me a real live dolly!  Just learning what to do with him.  That's why I thought a visit here might be a good idea."
Hilary shot back.  "How did you do it?  Advertise?  If so, I want to find out how you DID it!  I never knew that live dollies existed and could be gotten!"
"Do you mind if we look around while I tell you?" Ann asked.  "I see a nice red part dress over there that I like."
"Wouldn't suit you."  Hilary replied, then caught on. "Y'mean  on HIM?
"Stand still!"   Ann commanded me, then brought the dress, hangar and all  over to me.  Laid it up against my chest.   Turned to Hilary.  "STILL think it wouldn't look good?"

And the two of them talked and chatted, all the time moving us around the store while Ann tried various garments about me.  I mean, it was bad enough in the department store
But in this case it was different,  Multi-colored and flamboyant outfits were held up against me and considered but the women hadn't seen each other in a while and were catching up.  Only once did they seem to be paying real attention.
"That sailor suit there.  Wouldn't that look lovely on him?"  Hilary said.
"Eh?  That's a guys!"  Ann replied.
"But isn't he . ."  Then Hilary laughed and paused thoughtfully. "Was I being stupid?"
"Damn right!"  Ann laughed.  "But that green backless tutu?" And they both shrieked with enjoyment.

As she'd promised, Ann neither bought nor rented anything but then Hilary disappeared for a short moment.  When she came back she pressed a small shopping bag into Ann's hands.  "I was about to throw this away – didn't sell worth a shit.  You might find a use for it"  They argued for a brief moment, but Ann finally said her thanks and took the bag.  They discussed something about the meeting of some small club they both belonged to but Ann simply said that she'd think about it and led me away.

The mall and the parking lot were practically deserted by the time we got to the car.  Somehow, it was less embarrassing for me to have Ann open doors for me than it had been.  It didn't take us long to reach her apartment.

She wouldn't let me take the clothes we'd bought out of the boxes and bags. "In the bedroom – quick!" She told me.
I thrilled to the sound of her voice and did what I was told.  Then I lay on the bed as ordered, my erection trying it's best to break free.  Then, smiling, she did something she'd never done before.  Went and got four scarves, then came back and started tying each one of my arms and ankles to the bed clothes.  Smiled and explained herself to me as she tied me to the bed.
"You see Dolly?  I've been getting randy ALL night.  I can't say I really like you in pants, but I just don't have the patience to change you now, so you'll just have to do."  With that, she finished her tying and looked down on me.  "I just want you to understand that dollies don't really have much to do during sex – and that's what I want you to be tonight.  My soft, warm. . STILL!  Dolly.  Now just hold on a minute." 

Without preamble, she slid my pants and panties down and freed them of my straining erection, so that it strained upwards.  Then?  Then she disappeared!  I heard some sounds but couldn't lift my head up to see.  Then she appeared in front of me – with nothing on but black lace panty, bra, garter belt, sexy stockings and high heeled shoes – and some sort of harness that held this big dildo!

She laughed at the expression on my face.  "See dear?  I figure that it's time we got the air cleared up."  She laughed a little when she took a hold of the dildo and waved it at me.  "Yes dear, I've used this before – although strictly on girls.  But I got to thinking. . ."
"You don't intend to use that thing on me, do you?" I asked nervously.
"Yes dear.  That IS something I have in mind – and if you don't speak to me properly?  It'll be used on you a lot sooner that I intended to.  Got that Dolly?"
"I'm sorry Ann," I said quickly.

She nodded approvingly.  "Better!    Now, as I was saying?  I got to thinking.  I enjoy my sex – and have been known to take it one way when I can't get it another"  She paused.  "Now, I'll admit that I like a man.  No doubt about it.  But looking back, although you performed okay, I usually had to force the issue to get you to act the part.  But now that you're my little dolly?  I can't let you even pretend to be the man any more.  You see this, surely?"
"Eh?  Sorry Ann, I don't get that at all."  I said, honestly.
"I don't think that you're even trying!"  She said reprovingly. "Same thing as you even dressing like a man.  If I let you do that, even just a little?  You might start getting ideas in your head. So the less I get you even thinking like a man?  The better you'll satisfy me – huh?"

"But Ann?  I'll admit that I may have been a bit short in the masculine department, but I still AM a man," I said softly.
She shrugged obviously uncaring.  "That's nice dear.  I just want to get you to start thinking differently  Now watch this."  She leaned over and kissed my cock!  Then she lifted her head away and smiled.  "How was that, huh?"

It took my breath away  Then she stood over me, lightly stroking my body with her fingers and smiling at me as I soon developed a glazed look and started straining against the scarves that bound me.  Then she simply scooted on to the bed and straddled me down about the knees. Then she leaned forward and gently took my erection into my mouth again. Worked it slowly up and down while I groaned.  She stopped when I started jerking.  "Calm down Dolly!" she said firmly.  Then she started inching her way up my body, raising her body to get past my erection until she was sitting on my chest. Smiled down on me.  "Your turn!" she said and used a hand to lift my head a little.
"Huh?" I started to say, but found her dildo was in my mouth!
"I did you.  Now be a good Dolly and suck me a little!  Come on now!"

I tried to mumble a refusal but she simply stroked my cheek. "Come ON Dolly. I won't do it to you as this is your first time.  Just suck on it a few times, okay?"  And she pushed it in a little, then pulled it back out.  Then repeated the process until I couldn't do anything but suck.
"THAT'S a great little Dolly?  Doing just FINE! Now just a few little grunts of enjoyment?   Just for Ann?"
And she turned my face up to hers and smiled happily on me as I sucked and groaned under her. She kept her promise.  Didn't make me do it that long.  Finally withdrew and backed down my body a little.  "See?  That wasn't so bad now.  Was it?

It had been embarrassing more than anything else, but I didn't answer because all of a sudden, she was taking her harness off and laying directly on top of me now.  Stretching for something at the side of the bed. I heard an electrical buzzing and now she was lying to one side of me, and something was working it's way between my legs – and up to my anus. "Don't worry dear.  It's lubricated – and I don't want to do this too much.  Just open those pretty legs as much as you can – and relax."

She was slowly working a vibrator up inside me and playing around, humming at me as she did so.  It never went into me that far, but it was definitely there and to my shame I started to undulate.  She stopped and shut off the vibrator. "There!  That wasn't too bad – was it Dolly?   TELL me! Or I'll do it again!"
"It was okay Ann."
"Sexy?"
"Kinda."
"Well I guess I can't ask for more that that the first time.  Now just hold on a little.  I'll tell you when to come!"  And now she had taken my erection in her hands and was working it inside herself as she straddled me again.  I let out a moan of delight.
"Like this, do you?" She giggled. "Oh, I can tell.  You are going to be the BEST little dolly!"


She stopped grinning as I shot my load.  "Oh Dolly!  How could you!" She started and then she simply leaned forward and stroked my cheek. "Asking too much of you, was I Dolly?   It's okay.  You'll learn to do as you're told soon enough."

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