Monday, August 29, 2011


Sorry girls, sissies, or whatever!  I hadn't realized that the Lulu sale I talked about last week was archived already. 

As Desi Arnez would say?  "Lemme Esssplain!"

There IS a sale on "A Walk on the Other Side" at Lulu.  It's 15% off and is effective until Sept 15. Just use the code -AUGUST305 at checkout.  So?  All you have to do is go to  Click on "Buy".

But I'm a wee bit confused here. When Lulu notified me last week of this sale, I only had one book.  Since then I've added another two.
"A Safe House for Sissies"  and
""Sissy men in Pretty Aprons"
Now whether that discount applies to all three or just "A Walk"  I have no idea.  But seemingly, you can only use that coupon code once per account.  So don't say I didn't try to warn you.  Might be worth a try.

The new books are also collections of my stories.  The first has three stories, the others only two.  I'm not going to show excerpts for them right now - but if you're interested?  Go to and look up the excerpts for each individual story.

"A Walk" has three stories:   2 Stews,  Silky Smooth and Satiny, Sissification of Martin.
"Safe"  has two stories :   Safe House, Writer
"Aprons: has two stories: Image, Pretty in Aprons.  (Was Slow Notion)

All three of my books can be purchased as Downloads for $6.99 - minus any coupon discounts you can get.  I fully intend to list what books I set up on Lulu - there'll be at least another two this week.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

A bunch of things - and Part 4 of my serial

A somewhat rotten week - pretty well restricted - but thanks to 'anonymous' for her comment - really cheered me up.  Then Casey from Texas? Both of you hit the spot when I was feeling on the low side.  Thanks to you both.

But every cloud has a silver lining I guess.  I finally realized what Lulu could do for me in terms of selling stories.  In all honesty?  I think that publishing an actual book "A Walk on the Other Side" was actually an ego trip for me.  Was delighted with the book itself - but realize quite easily that physical books can be difficult - and that downloading promises much better cost, delivery time, and privacy.

So?  As I was pretty well stuck in the house, I converted two more sets of stories into books.  Both have downloads and are advertized in Lulu. The first is "Safe House for Sissies".  The second is "Sissy Men in Pretty Aprons".  The first has two stories - "Safe House" and "Writer".  The second has "Image" and "Pretty in Aprons"  (I changed that title.  It used to be "Slow Notion").  They are both now for sale at Lulu.

Let me explain a wee bit.  I've been selling those stories at $5.00 apiece for many years.  Didn't want to reduce prices because I was always involved in the order. Someone would order, and I'd reply by sending the stories as attachments.  By working through Lulu I'm no longer in the loop - and they anser very quickly.  On top of that?  Without any sale on, the cost is now $3.50 per story - and when there is a sale on (see my statement last week) the price is even less.

With any luck, I'll be able to sell all of my stories through Lulu.  On the bad side, I'll lose contact with a lot of nice people - and I often will throw in an extra story for first time orderers - or people who order four or five - but that can't be helped.  Many of my readers have liked my stories but couldn't show their appreciation.  Now? It'd be GREAT if you occasionally filled in a "Review" on my stories at Lulu.  It's quite easy.

Talking of Reviews? Xaxa has written a review of my book.  I'll admit to being biased.  My books are almost like my kids.  Say something nice about them and I'm flattered all to hell - and I have to thank Xaxa.  She still has a great blog - nice review or not!

This brings up a point for discussion - or some thinking on your part.

I get orders for stories - and often get the guys name.  I'll often convert it to something 'girly' when I respond - but I'm never too sure how this is received.  Also?  Xaxa is a sissy - as I am.  Should we refer to ourselves - and the other - as 'girls' or 'she'?  I really would like some opinions on this.  Frankly?  I don't give a damn about myself - though I'm about as feminine as a brick wall.  I can see how confusion gets started. I write sissy stories.  I go by a girl's name. So I may not look nor act like a duck in every respect - but I do quack prettily.

Ah well.  I think that's me for today.  Do take care of yourselves - and be happy - huh?  Here's the serial:

Real Husbands Don’t Cry

Part 4

I lied, even though I felt my cheeks flush. "Well?  Not too bad!  But I can see the reasoning!  Protects one's clothes from all of the crap?  Makes sense!"
"So?  You don't MIND?"  She was inspecting me closely.  Eileen's words came to mind  and I managed to grin - albeit a trifle weakly.
"Ha ha!  Well – not really!"  An apron is SO functional – all of that good stuff.  You know?  I'm not really used to one for any length of time.  But it's SO practical!"
"You don't MIND?" She smiled at me.  "Let's face it.  Those aprons might embarrass someone else – someone who wasn't thinking correctly?"
I managed to hide my internal sigh.  "Embarrassed?  That's just plain SILLY!  A sort of macho throwback! An apron is necessary for housework.  No other word for it!"
She gave me a sweet smile.  "Oh!  I'm SO glad you feel that way!  When I was shopping today, I came across those aprons!  Lovely hostess aprons!"  She tried to look shy but wasn't overly successful.   "I bought a couple.  Like to try them on?  You and Eileen?  I sorta thought . ."
Eileen broke in.  "New aprons?  But the ones we have are lovely!  Don't need anything else!"
"But these are SPECIAL!  Couldn't resist them!" Joan laughed, going to one of the parcels on the floor.  "Come on you two! Don't be such fuddy-duddies!"  With that, she started pulling transparent materials from the bag.
"Aw Steve! What do we DO?" Eileen asked, laughing and untying her apron bow and pulling it over her head.  "No sense in fighting this woman!"

I wasn't about to pretend that I was keen, but was damned if I could see a way out of this predicament.  With a smile that was probably sickly, I took my apron off slowly, but the time I took to do this, let Eileen start putting her new apron on – and Joan to have mine all ready to slip on over my head.  I wanted to complain, but knew it was away past time for that. Stood still as she put the new apron over my head.

"Och lass!  Those are LOVELY!" Eileen said, her Scottish brogue thick again. "But, they're NOT aprons - surely?"
"Aren't they just lovely!"  Joan giggled a little tying a bow at my back then doing something more while she was there.  "But they ARE sold as 'Hostess Apron Gowns' in the store so I guess that 'apron' is the right term.  But Steve, don't you think they're lovely?"
I didn't get a chance to answer.
"What were you doing just then?"  Eileen asked Joan before I could speak.
"Oh.  There's a sort of set of hook and eye fasteners there – just to close the back properly – so that it sits nice.  Here let me do yours."
Eileen backed into Joan and I saw what Joan had just done to me – enclosed me even more than I had thought by fastening me in.
"Mmm."  Joan said. "These are a little tight. You and Steve will probably have to fasten each other in for a while until the fasteners loosen a little.  Why don't you stand together and let me see you?"

There wasn't a mirror available but I could see that other than the fact that my apron was yellow and Eileen's a powder blue they were identical. Very full skirted to calf length, then a full bodice, with a tight waist emphasized by a wide tie.  Both the bodice and skirt had rows of frills made of the same material as the apron – a sort of chiffon?  Maybe a little heavier, but not much.  The aprons resembled dresses more than anything else.

I was speechless with a kind of fright but I think Eileen saw this and moved into my side, taking my arm in hers as she did so.
"You look SO nice you two! Charming!" Joan said.  "But the place looks ready. Is it and are you going to shower?"
"We're all done.  Were just about to hang up our aprons when you came in."  Eileen said.
"Good.  Plenty of time to shower and change before our guests get here.  Time for a drink I'd guess."  Joan said.
"Maybe so."  Eileen said.
"Want to carry my parcels upstairs for me then darling?" Joan asked me.
"I'll hang up these other aprons then," said Eileen.
With that, we all parted.

For some reason my mouth was very dry when Joan and I got into our bedroom but I tried to keep my voice normal.  "Stay long with Helen?"
"No.  Not a long time.  But interesting."
"Interesting?  In what way?"
"Well, I think that you threw her a curve by saying you only wanted to work part time now, but it got her thinking about Rose."

I blinked.  I mean it wasn't MY idea in the first place, but I thought it politic not to argue but had to continue. "Rose?"  Couldn't hide the amusement in my voice.
"Yes.  Her.  She's been bugging Helen for more time on the job, and now Helen's starting to think that she may be the answer.  After all, she's been around the office for quite a while now.  Should pick things up fairly quickly. You seem amused by the idea?"

I shrugged. "Well.  She's such a shy little thing."
"Not like YOU I suppose."  Joan didn't bother to hide her amusement.  "But of you want to chat?  Why don't you help me get ready for my shower?"
I answered with an attempt at humor.  "What did your last servant die of?"
She turned calm eyes on me. "I enjoyed you helping me last night – and now?"  her mocking gaze ran up and down my apron.  "You're even dressed even more appropriately.  Help me disrobe please!"

I tried to smile and pretend I was helping her in a joking way, but I ended up taking my wife's necklace off, then with her sitting on the bed, kneeling in front of her and removing her shoes.  She grinned at me as I continued to kneel and slid my hands up her skirt to unroll her stockings.
"Gently now!  That's a sweet little dear!" she teased.  Then she stood up again and I removed her skirt, blouse, then underwear.  She stood in front of me and put her hands on her hips. Chided me gently.
"Do I have to tell you everything?  Get me my robe, then go and run the shower for me.  I'll dry myself once I've finished, then you can take your own turn in the shower."

I did as I was told and hung up her skirt and blouse as she requested, and threw her undies into the dirty laundry basket.  She didn't take too long in the shower, but I suffered another embarrassment – could NOT undo the back fasteners of the apron – they were just too awkward and too tight.
She smelled lovely when she got out and into her robe, so soft and appealing.  She made a tutting noise at me when I explained my problem.
"YOU getting ME to help you undress?  That's a bit rich – don't you think?"
But she laughed as she undid the hooks and eyes at my back.  "Better get a move on darling. I want a drink before our guests come, and they shouldn't be too long!"

For some reason I was tremendously sexed up in the shower, but with Joan's words echoing in  my ears I desisted from playing with myself.  Suppose she came in and caught me?  This made the shame even greater but it was still perplexing because, if anything, I became even sexier and the thought of her scorn almost made me cum  - but I managed to restrain myself.  I had a terrible time hiding my erection from her as I got dressed and I'm not too sure that I was successful because she seemed to have a perpetual half-smile on her face, but she said nothing.  To get my mind off my vague sexual fantasies, I finally asked as I put my shoes on.
"Oooh!  I meant to ask you earlier on.  Who's coming tonight other than Helen.  Do I know them?  Someone from your new job?"
"Didn't I tell you?"  (She knew damn well she hadn't, but I could see the enjoyment on her face).  "I bumped into Evelyn – you know that girl I thought you had a crush on? She had her girl friend with her – so I thought it would be a good idea to let you see how the land lay with her – get her out of your head sort of thing. Asked them both to come."

I looked at her in dismay.  "But Joan?  I never thought . . ."
She interrupted me firmly. "Didn't I just say that I would like a drink?"
"Yes, but. . ."
"Would you get your ass downstairs and get me a drink before you and Eileen get the final touches done for our guests arriving.  Now please!"
"Okay.  Sorry." I said falteringly and headed for the bedroom door.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked coldly.

I patted my pockets, then shook my head.  "Don't know what I'm thinking of. Don't need my keys nor my wallet, do I?"
"I don't know what you're thinking about either! Think I bought you a nice hostess apron for fun?"
"Huh?  C'mon Joan!  You don't want me to wear that in front of other people, do you?"
"Of COURSE I do, silly! Now just stand still and let me fasten you into your pretty apron!  You want to look nice for Helen and Evelyn – don't you? And if not for them – for ME, surely?  Now hold still darling!"

She tied the bow at my back, then fastened me in.  Next, she put her hands on my hips and turned me around slowly until I was facing her, although I was frightened to even try to look her straight in the eye.  Preferred to look at the carpet instead.
"Please Joan?" I mumbled.  "Please don't humiliate me like this.  Please?"
Her soft hand slid under my chin and lifted my face up and it was impossible for me not to see her face.
"But darling?  Don't you SEE?  It's humiliating you that gives me ALL the fun!  Seeing you all meek and servile – like a little soft pansy!"  She plucked softly at the ruffles at my breast. "But you enjoy being humiliated too – don't you?  LOVE to have big, bad, Joan treat you meanly.  Isn't that true?"

"No Joan!  Honest!  I don't . ."
She laughed uproariously as she interrupted.   "Tell you what pussy!  I'll put my hand up your apron skirt – and if you DON'T have an erection, I'll let you take that pretty apron off for the night.  But if you DO have a hardon?"  She thought for a minute.  "We take the same size shoes. . . remember that Halloween where you almost wore mine?    So then you wear a nice pair of high heels for the rest of the night.  How's that, huh?"

I swallowed and she waited for me to answer.  Then grinning, she patted me possessively on the rump.  "Off you go sweetie. I'll be down in a minute or so.  You can have a nice tall Scotch and soda waiting for me.  Lots of ice."  I heard her giggle as I hurried away.

I was rushing down the stairs when I heard her come out onto the landing and call after me.  "Sweetie?  Just to increase your fun?  Make ABSOLUTELY sure that it's you that answers the door when our guests come!"

I honestly had thoughts of running away as I descended the stairs, but common sense was working.  I had no money to speak of – didn't even know where my car keys were now and – to make matters worse – I was effectively imprisoned in a hostess gown!
Eileen came out of the dining room wiping her hands on a towel "What was that all about?" she asked.  Then she saw my apron.  She did her very best to hide a giggle and was mostly successful, although her mouth quirked with the effort.  "Oh NO Steve!  She making you wear that?"
"Yes!"  I said, almost weeping. "Wants me to answer the door in it too!"

To my surprise, Eileen simply shrugged. "Ah well, throwing you in at the deep end may not be the worst thing that can happen, you know."  She wasn't wearing her apron, but asked me kindly after a moment's thought.  "Would it help you any if I wore my apron as well?"
"I don't know why it does – but would you Eileen?  I'd really appreciate it."
"Sure!" she said and headed for her bedroom.

I went into the bar and mixed a Scotch and soda just the way Joan wanted it.  Put it on a tray and took it into the sitting room.  Joan hadn't arrived there yet, but must have been right behind me because I heard her voice at my back. "If that's my drink, I'll have it darling."
I turned around and met her halfway into the room and proffered the tray. She took the drink and smiled.  "You know dear? I should have pressed the point about you curtseying the other night.  I'll bet you would look ever so sweet!  Especially looking the way you are.  Don't you agree?"

I was looking at her helplessly when Eileen entered the room.  She obviously had heard Joan so spoke up.  "For goodness sake Joanie!  Can't you leave the poor boy alone – at least for a while?  You're just humiliating the poor dear!"
Joan turned a negligent head in her direction. "Hello again aunt Eileen.  You think I'm being a trifle mean to my sweetheart here?  I'm not – not really.  I'm just doing what the sweet little darling wants - amn't I Steven?"
"Joan?  STOP it!  Torment Steven all you want later on – but I don't want a wrecked dinner party – okay?"  Eileen was starting to sound very aggrieved.

Joan didn't take offense.  "If I was out of line?  I'm sorry." She said to me. Then she added.  "I'll get you later."  Laughed.
Just then the doorbell rang.  "Well?" She said to me.  "Time to strut your stuff big boy!"  Then she laughed sardonically.
Heart in mouth, I opened the door to Helen.  Her mouth actually fell a little open when she saw me, then she recovered.  "You're REALLY taking this helping hand business VERY seriously, are you not?" She asked me, but didn't wait for an answer, just handed me her handbag. "Nice outfit!" she tossed over her shoulder at me as she went and greeted Joan and Eileen.

Eileen got us all drinks and I was lucky enough to have some time to recover before the  other guests arrived.  I hadn't been too sure as to how Joan expected me to behave, but it was soon obvious that Eileen had been nice enough to be my co-host – or hostess  - so we could act normally once our duties were performed.  Accordingly, I was able to get a drink and some munchies under my belt for a while.  Gradually recover some aplomb.

Both Joan and Helen were wearing some sort of jump suit. Don't get me wrong, they were decidedly female clothes they wore – and their makeup and jewelry testified as to what side of the gender fence they belonged.  Nonetheless, Eileen and I were distinctly feminine in our outfits.  Naturally, I was wearing a polo shirt and chinos under my apron – loafer shoes as well.  But with the fullness of the apron and the ruffles and sheer materials? My aunt in law and myself, were the more effeminate of the foursome.  This took a little getting used to, but I gradually accepted my new position in life.  Then the doorbell rang again.

I looked at Joan, hoping for some mercy, but she just waved me toward the door.  Trying to look as natural as possible, I went and opened the door.  GAPED!

Evelyn I recognized immediately, although she was 'butch' in dress than I had ever seen her before – not overly masculine – but black pants with a wide patent leather belt, a white, shirt front blouse and black loafers.  Plain small gold earrings were her only jewelry  - except for a black leather strapped man's wristwatch.  She DID look attractive though.  Short waved hair and a little makeup.  Lovely white teeth.  She looked a little surprised at my get up, but laughed and said "Hi Steven.  When you're finished ogling my date Veronica?  I'll introduce you."

I wasn't really ogling her, because she was almost doing the same thing!  Eying me up in the most obvious way – and I had my very first instance of KNOWING why women HATE to be dressed identically to other women.

There was no question about it.  Veronica was a girl.  Fresh faced and well made up, with curling blonde hair.  High heeled shoes to match her outfit – and it was on her outfit that my eyes rested. No, it wasn't an apron – but if you could have imagined a dress that was as close to my apron as was possible in color, fabrics, and style as my apron – you wouldn't be far wrong!

To make things worse – better? We actually were very alike. She was a little taller than myself – but she had heels on. Our builds weren't too dissimilar either - she was a trifle plump for a girl – and I was skinny for a male.  Her complexion was very similar to mine and though her hair had a gloss and a different setting than mine, the shade of our hair was damn near identical!  Evelyn noticed it as she introduced Veronica to me (I held my hand out for a shake, but she ignored it and came and gave me an air kiss instead) so laughingly commented.  "Seeing you two?  I don't know whether Veronica is a male impersonator or Steve is female one!"

"Oh wow!"  Joan said coming up behind me and laughing.  "I see what you mean Evelyn, though I don't think that either of them could be described as looking  particularly masculine!  But come in.  Come in!  Let's get the introductions over and Steve can get you a drink."

With that the ladies came in.  Evelyn wasn't carrying a purse, but Veronica was. She handed it over to me with a smile, then followed Joan and Evelyn into the sitting room.  By the time I got the purse put away and followed them there Eileen had been introduced so took orders then went and freshened up Joan and Eileen's drinks, and got Tequila for out guests.  Evelyn drank hers straight while Veronica had a light Sunrise – a mixture of tequila, orange juice and grenadine.  I put all the drinks on a tray then handed them out.  Took the tray back to the bar and freshened up my own drink, then headed back and joined the others.

Eileen and I had put munchies out earlier and we all dug in.  I think that the alcohol eased things considerably.  I actually felt quite comfortable by the time I'd had two martinis.

I honestly don't think that there was any attempt to form pairs, but we all seemed to gravitate into couples.  Joan and Evelyn got on like a house on fire – Eileen and Helen quickly found a common interest in handicrafts and when I'd gone back to the kitchen to refill some munchies, Veronica joined me there and gave me a hand.  She was a lovely companion, very outgoing and sweet.  Friendly and a great help in the kitchen and we chatted companionably as I busied myself.

Does it sound strange of me to admit that dinner was a rousing success?  Maybe it would look better if I said how ashamed I was at my feminine dress, and the fact that my wife showed that she 'expected' me to do what I was told – and that I certainly didn't argue. But the truth is that the few drinks before dinner and a few glasses of wine – then a tiny liqueur after dinner with our coffee didn't hurt – and I forgot about my feminine attire and had a wonderful time joining everyone in a lighthearted conversation.

It was a little embarrassing when Joan addressed me after dinner.  "Why don't you start tidying up darling?  No need to do anything but stack the dishes in the kitchen, you can do them tomorrow.  The rest of us girls can retire to the sitting room and chat."  I nodded assent, although my face was somewhat red at the words she'd chosen.  Felt that I'd been lumped in with the girls, so to speak.  Got up and started.  Eileen got up from the table at the same time to start helping me.

Veronica was at out backs in our first trip to the kitchen.  "Why don't you lend me that apron?"  She asked Eileen.  "This is silly."
"But you're a guest!" Eileen said.
"And you're NOT?" Veronica laughed.  "I live in this complex now and I want a chance to get to know Steffi better.  Hardly have been here long enough to make any friends here so don't want to miss this chance. I don't know when you're thinking of going back to Scotland, but why don't you go back and join Helen – I KNOW she'd rather talk to you than me – and the other two are yakking about football – so come ON!"
"Well, if you insist, I won't argue."  Eileen laughed. "Help me off with this apron though, would you?"

A moment or two later, I was fastening Veronica into Eileen's apron. "What's with this Steffi business?" I asked, trying hard to be non-committal, although my face was red with embarrassment.
"Finished?" She asked, meaning with the apron.
She turned around and faced me, her face serious.  "I don't know what's going on between you and Joan, and I don't want to interfere – but she's dropped 'Steffi' into her conversation a few times . ."
"That's joke!" I interrupted quickly.
"Oh come ON!" she said impatiently.  "She sees the way that Evelyn treats me – and she's making it pretty damn obvious that she wants to treat you the same way."
"That's embarrassing!"  I said.
"You trying to be insulting?" She asked me quietly.

I swallowed.  "Sorry Veronica.  I didn't mean it in any bad way.  But you're a woman."
She drew herself up, a little indignant.   "I don't see what that has to do with anything.  Evelyn's bossy and I'm not.  Joan's bossy and you're not.  As far as I can see, she's a helluva lot bossier than you – and I haven't seen you argue with her yet, have I?"
I looked down at the carpet.
"No.  Not really."
"Well – let's you and I be friends.  Okay – Steffi?"
I nodded then she kissed me lightly.  "That's better.  Now let's get on with the work!"

It really didn't take us long to do all that was necessary, even though Veronica decided that we should load up the dishwasher at least once, and roughly wash the rest, before rejoining the ladies.  Joan and Evelyn had had a few more drinks and I became very conscious of Joan's eyes on me and regardless of how I tried, I couldn't stop the apron skirts from swishing effeminately around me.  I saw her whisper something to Evelyn – and they'd both roar with laughter then repeat the laughing when they'd see me now and then, flitting around with Veronica.
She saw my embarrassment.  "Don't worry about them!  They lose whatever manners they have when booze gets into the picture.  You're doing FINE!" 

But she glared at Joan and Evelyn when we both got back and I think they knew better than take on a tigress – because I think that Veronica had decided to take me under her wing by this time – making me a cub of hers. So she and I got fresh drinks and sat down with the others.

Quite a discussion was going on about the merits of photographs on telephones as versus a normal camera.  Veronica and I shrugged and looked at each other.  Obviously neither one of us gave a damn.  But Evelyn and Joan were going at it.  Finally, Evelyn said. "Hey.  I'll take a photo with my phone and you take the same picture with your camera, and we'll see which one comes out best.  Okay?"

Then Veronica and I were posing for Evelyn as she took our photo with her phone.  Then Joan took the two of us again, using her digital camera.  Comparing results on Joan's LED as versus Evelyn's telephone?  Frankly I couldn't tell that much difference – and I don't think that anyone else could either.  But as it was our first time together – and Eileen due to go back to Scotland on some unknown date – it ended up being some kind of photo fest.

So now we were all involved in taking pictures – and often all of us would crowd together and use the timer on Joan's camera. To be honest, I was getting quite sexually aroused.  Let's face it, I was right in the middle of a bunch of semi-drunk women – and I fitted right in – as we clambered all over each other, so that there was a lot of touching and rubbing going on.

Then Evelyn wanted a picture of just her and Veronica and they posed together, with Veronica sitting on Evelyn's knee and pouting at her provocatively. Then Joan wouldn't have anything else but that she and I get our photograph taken.  I went to sit beside her, but that wouldn't do – I had to sit on her knee!  I had to pout my lips as if begging for a kiss!  Then Joan and Evelyn suggested that the four of us get a photograph taken in the same way.  This time, Joan and Evelyn sat together on the couch then Veronica and I sat on their knees.  We had the photographs taken, then as if on a prearranged signal Joan and Evelyn, simply pulled Veronica and I onto our sides and started kissing us.   To my horror, Joan laughed and ran her hand up inside my apron in a very lewd manner, and to my shame, my squeals and giggles were practically indistinguishable from Veronica as Evelyn was treating her the same way!

*     *     *

"Well? For what it's worth, I think everyone had a good time.  Agree?" Joan said, sitting at the dressing table in her nightgown and holding out the hairbrush for me to use as I came in the bedroom door after finishing the cleanup downstairs.
"Oh yes dear."  I said, taking the brush and positioning myself behind her, starting in on her hair.  "Though maybe you had a wee bit too much to drink?  Find it hard to tell being in a good mood?"
"Could be.  Had a good time."  She agreed in high good humor.  "Must say that I got to like Evelyn.  She's quite a character."
"She is that!"  I agreed.
"And I think that you've made a nice little friend in Veronica.  You both seemed to get on very well."
"Yes.  She IS nice."  I was perfectly honest.
"I'm SO glad you like her.  I suggested to Evv – that's what Evelyn likes to be called – that we all go out as a foursome some night – a sort of double date."

This didn't please me so well.  I had the feeling that it could get embarrassing for me – probably would – but only made noises.  "We were silent for a little while before she added.   "I thought you'd be SO happy to get together with your new friend. You two looked so cute together.  Cute!  Almost like sisters. Flitting around in your yellow dresses."

I squirmed. "Aw c'mon Joan.  That's embarrassing!"
"Embarrassing?  That's silly!  You looked so natural – you and she – just girls together."  The mockery was thick in her voice now then she added.  "But you've stopped brushing my hair dear!  Get on with it!  How will you ever learn to be a maid if you keep stopping in the middle of things!"  She was sounding a little drunker all the time.

I started brushing again but said nothing.  She continued. "I didn't make you cry – did I dear.  Cry – again?" She looked intently into the mirror as I lowered my gaze so that I didn't have to meet her eyes then she kept on.  "I don't know where I got the idea that only women cry and I never, ever, thought I'd see you weep like a girl.  But there again, I never thought I'd see you in dresses either."
"I’m not wearing a dress!"  I mumbled.
She hiccupped.  "Could have – could have – fooled me!  Hard to tell you and Veronica apart!  I hope you don't mind – don't mind – me being – hiccup – honest.  But she IS prettier than you!"
"Please Joan?  Please stop this."  I said it sincerely.

She seemed to sober up somewhat.  "I'm sorry."  She sounded sincere.  "But the time has come for a serious chat.  Come here and sit beside me, would you?"
"You're not teasing?"
"No dear.  I'm not.  Come and sit with me."  She moved over on the little bench she was sitting on and looked up at me until I went around. "Put the brush down on the table dear.  I don't really feel in the mood for you to brush my hair much more tonight. Want to get to bed, but I think we should talk first – don't you?"
"Any special topic?"  I asked, putting the brush down and sitting beside her.
"Us, silly!" She said, putting an arm around my shoulder and pulling me in closer to her.

I was half expecting a kiss, but she was quiet for a moment then started.  "I'm a little inebriated darling, but that probably makes it easier for me to confess."
"Confess?  You have something on your mind?"
"Yes.  You're perfectly aware that our relationship has changed recently?"
"Oh yes. Maybe it is a good idea to talk.  I've been thinking . . "
"No offense dear.  But when I said we should talk?  I meant that I should talk – and you should listen.  Fair enough?"  She squeezed me a little as she interrupted me.
I knew where I stood.  "Yes dear."
"You see?"  She continued.  "I think that my true personality is starting to come out. I was brought up to have distinct ideas of a wife's place in a marriage.  Yeah, I made out that I was a feminist – but in all honesty, I don't think I really cared for female equality and all that stuff.  I sorta felt that YOU were the boss, and my job was to please you."
"You did.  You DID!" I said.
"Thank you dear, but be quiet would you?" I saw her look at me in the mirror.  She seemed to be a lot more sober now.

"That night that I thought you were screwing Evelyn? I worked myself into a real rage.  I was SO hurt!  The fact that you wanted another woman over me!"
"But I didn't . ."
"Would you HUSH?"  She squeezed my shoulder tightly. "Now, as I was saying? I worked myself into a real tizzy.  But underneath it all?  I think that I truly expected you to slough everything I said off.  Laugh at me, or talk down to me.  Make fun of me being emotional, like a woman!  Maybe even thump me a few times to maintain your position."
I couldn't help myself.  "But I didn't, did I?"

"Exactly!  You were so busy protecting yourself – then crying for Pete's sake! I was SO lost! Kinda humiliated, to tell the truth.  But then I noticed that I was getting a real sexual charge out of lording it over you!  And when I saw that you were getting sexually aroused too?  I couldn't resist trying to make love to you. It was pretty good, huh?"  She giggled a little. "You little roundheels you!"
I blushed and she paused for a second before continuing.

"I was lost for a while after that night.  Might even have been a bit ashamed of myself – maybe even of you for giving in as easily as you did.  Started being kinda mad at the very thought that I might be married to a sissy."
"Aw Joan!" I wailed.
"Hush!  But I kept getting this sneaky feeling and finally faced up to the fact that I loved you more than ever.  It finally dawned on me that you were exactly what I wanted.  A soft little male!  Realized that I was actually in a win-win situation."
"I'm glad you're happy!"  I retorted, stung by her words. " But how do you figure the win-win bit?"

"Now don't be getting all huffy!"  She laughed.  "Not that I care about that.  You see I realize now that I get a huge kick – a real sexual turn on my having you do what I say."
"Humiliating me?"
"I'm not so sure that all of this humiliation bit just might be an act that you're putting on.  But face it dear, seeing you do what I want is a real turn on!  Got you brushing my hair and doing maid things in the bedroom.  Wearing aprons and doing girly things in the rest of the house!"  She giggled.  "Look at tonight!  Have you swishing about in the closest thing there is to a dress! In front of other women no less!  Tee Hee!  Have you sitting on my knee at the same time as Veronica is sitting on HER girlfriends lap – and you're just as giggly and soft as she is when I kiss you and put my hand up your dress!"

I couldn't help being indignant.  "Aw Joan!  I don't do everything you say – not at once anyway!"

"Huh!  That's another way I have fun!  Get all bossy and force you into crawling to me.  I REALLY get sexy then!  That's what I mean when I say that I'm in a win-win situation.  If you want to please me?  Every so often you start off voluntarily, doing something nice."
"Such as?"
"Making yourself nicer."  She shrugged. "Making sure that you're smooth all over? Putting on a little perfume before we go to bed?  That kind of thing. That turns me on.  But if you decide that you DON'T want to that.  Don't want to please me and make the occasional change – then I make you.  THAT really turns me on!  So I can't lose!"

I could see what she was saying now. "I don't have anything to say about this?" I added bitterly.

She shrugged again.  "Maybe not.  But like I just said, I'm not so sure that you'll not enjoy becoming what suits you better – just like I am.  I'm not a psychologist, but from what I've seen over the last few weeks?  You're more suited to the wifely role than I am.  At the same time, I'm better suited to being the man of the house than you are."
Then she turned me and kissed me solidly.  "But enough talk.  Matter of fact Steffi? I'm sexy right now! What do you think we should do about it?"
"Aw Joan.  Don't you start with the Steffi bit now!  My name is Steve!" I was complaining with no real hope of success.  "You did it in front of Veronica!"

"Ooooh!  Dreadful!" She laughed.  "But if you have no suggestions, I've been thinking about something?"  With that, she dug into a dressing table drawer and pulled out some yellow, satiny, fabric.  "Put these pajamas of for tonight, would you darling?" and she handed them to me.
"I . .I . . I . ."  I was stammering frightfully, the material slithering in my hands.

She pursed her lips, but there was a smile lurking behind the sternness.  "Steffi?  Do as I say, will you?  I know that I told you how much I adore humiliating you – but honestly?  I just want to get you into bed. So don't be a naughty pansy dear.  Just do as Joan asks you to – okay?  Put your nice pajamas on.  They're a nice yellow – and you KNOW how much I like you in that color."
I could feel any strength I had disappearing.  "Do I have to, Joan?"

End  of Part 4

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

A New Author

Here's a new story.  It is complete of itself, but I know that the author is new - just published on Fictionmania I understand - but intends additional chapters later on.  I won't make any promises about posting them - but if you enjoy this story?  I'd imagine that you want to follow the other chapters on Fictionmania. I'll also listen to appeals for more.

Welcome Sissy Suzi!


Sissy Suzi

      I arrive at the Correction Clinic as ordered by my company's physician for "corrective therapy". I'm 45 years old, single and totally ashamed to have been sent here. Either show up here for evaluation or my behavior would be
reported to my boss and possibly the police. There really was no choice on my part as I was caught with my pants down, literally. It all started with a routine cholesterol check at the company's family clinic. This office was
located across town in an industrial area. It seemed an unlikely location for a clinic but I just wanted to get this over with.

In the waiting room are a mother of about 40 and her two daughters, maybe 14 and 18. Also two single women in their mid to late 20's. They all eye me closely as I approach the check in counter causing me to become quite self-
conscious . The women are very attractive but give  me stern looks. The girls are grinning and giggling and whispering to each other.

The younger one opens her legs wide, flashing her panties causing my eyes to open wide in surprise. A fresh bout  of giggling and whispers cause me
to tear my eyes away and hurry to the counter. Blushing and with eyes down I mumble to the receptionist/nurse that I am reporting as ordered by my company's doctor. The receptionist is wearing a thin white uniform with the top 3 buttons undone. I can't help but stare at her obviously braless pert small breasts
and hard pointy nipples. Maybe 30 and Asian, she has very short black hair and is quite attractive in an exotic butch kinda way. As I look up into her eyes, she is staring right at my face with a disgusted look.   Gets up from her chair and comes around the desk.  As she does this, she speaks. "Speak up, you pervert." she says loudly so all in the waiting room can hear. I quickly look around to see all the women watching and laughing to themselves. I burn red and
return my eyes to the nurse's chest.

"Speak up boy, and look me in the eye, not at my chest. Why are you here?"

There is a wicked grin on her face as I tell her. "My boss, Ms Betty Armstrong, sent me. She said I needed some correction and this was the place to get it."

"Correction for what, you little wimp? Quit wasting my and these other patient's time." With that she stands and slaps my face. "What correction is needed?" She slaps me again on the other cheek. My face is hot with shame and I'm seeing stars.  I am totally humiliated and yet I start to harden.  Did I like getting slapped?  What’s wrong with me?

"I need to learn to control my eyes, where they look." I tell her with quivering lips, and tears in my eyes startled from the quick slaps. "In the waiting room over there I was staring up all her patient's dresses at their panties and at their chests and rubbing my self through my pants. I
went to the rest room because I had to relieve my self. I couldn't help myself and started to masturbate. The nurse caught me with my pants down when she opened the door with a young girl she was bringing to the facilities. She
reported me to the my boss at work.” 

"And what else? You know your boss called over here to make your appointment.  She told you keeping this appointment was a condition of continued employment.  Maybe a demotion is in your future.  Does your company have a coffee and tea girl in a frilly pink apron and dust cap, rolling her cart from desk to desk taking refreshment orders?  Ha Ha Ha  You are required to fully cooperate and comply with our instructions or face termination."

I blushed.  "I was wearing panties at the time."

"What? I can't hear you."  Her sneer was audible.

"I was wearing woman's panties." I spoke a little louder.

"Speak up. What do you mean, panties?"

"Little yellow ruffled women's panties." I intoned, loud enough for everyone in the waiting room to hear. I have never felt so small and embarrassed before in my life. I hear the women snicker and the girls giggle.

"So you're a leering, compulsive, panty wearing, dick puller. A sissy boy, and a flasher, huh?"

I can’t help my eyes dropping back to her breasts. The nipples are poking out, very hard. One hand is brushing lightly across them.

"I told you to look in my eyes when you talk to me." She snarls.

My eyes go from here face to her chest and back again rapidly as if they have a mind of their own, uncontrollable.

She shook her head with a pretense of patience.  "You don't follow orders very well, do you?. I think you need a little incentive to listen to me."

She now gets right in my face, like a drill sergeant. Only about 5' tall but still very intimidating and fully in control of the situation, she frightens me more all the time.   I start to back up. She quickly grabs my ear and pulls my face down to within an inch of hers. I can smell her floral perfume and sweet breath.

"You don't want to piss me off sissy." Pulling and twisting at it, my ear is soon quite red. She continues "Now drop your pants and lean over, palms flat on the desk, legs shoulder width apart. NOW!"

I have no choice but to follow her command. I fumble at the snap and zipper, shaking like a leaf, finally getting them open and letting my pants drop to my knees. Five hard, quick swats with her hand make me yelp.

"Go stand in the corner over there until doctor can see you. Face the wall till I call you. Nose touching the wall, hands to your sides."

I hurry to the corner, pants at my knees, my head down in shame, cheeks hot where I was slapped, my ass and ear both hot now too. I can hear the other patients giggling and commenting at my predicament.

"Panties? Can you believe it?"

"What a wimp!"

"He must be a sissy to wear panties."

"I would have given him a lot more than five with my hand."

There I am, pants down, facing the corner like a shamed little boy. Exposed in front of strangers, women and girls, and made to admit to wearing panties and beating off at my companies doctor’s office.

"What have I gotten myself into?" I think.

After about 5 minutes I hear the nurse call out. "Hey, Jerk-off, go to examination room 1 and strip... NOW!" As I hurry by as fast as I can with my pants around my knees she gives me another swat on the ass. "Hurry up, I'll be right in to get you ready."

      Examination room 1 was little more than a 10 by 8-foot alcove right behind the receptionist's desk. There was no door, the full 8-foot wall was open to the hallway. A floor to ceiling window, with curtains covering it was to the left looked out into the waiting room if the curtains were pulled back. On the right wall were a 2 by 6-foot tall mirror and a couple clothes' hooks. The back wall had cabinets that formed a counter top with glass front
cabinets above. The only other piece of furniture was a straight back chair.

I sit on the chair and remove my shoes and socks, then my pants. As I get up to hang my pants on a hook I'm concerned that anyone walking past can see in. So I remove my shirt and hang it up but leave on my underwear and return to the chair. I'm starting to sweat a little even though the room is cold. I'm hoping I can get this over with quickly. Just then the receptionist/nurse comes around into the room with a clipboard in hand.

"Get up you idiot, that chair’s for me, not a dick puller like you."

I hurriedly stand up and she sits down, crossing her legs. Her short white dress rides up until the tops of her stockings and garter straps are exposed along with a couple of inches of smooth tanned thigh. My eyes are compulsively
drawn to the juncture of her thighs. Her legs are perfectly shaped, possibly the best I've seen. I'm beginning to blush and sweat a lot more.

"I thought I told you to strip sissy?. You just don't listen or comply do you?"

"I'm sorry, it's just that..."

"Shut up and do what your told or there will be consequences."

I turn my back to her and slip my underwear down and off and hang them on the wall hook. As I turn around I cup my hands over my crotch, blushing brightly.

She shakes her head. "What do you think you're doing boy? Are you fondling
yourself? Get your hands away from your little worm."

"But..." I start to say, but her stern look makes me realize I'd better comply.

I remove my hands from my crotch to my sides, flushing all over with the embarrassment. Standing only 3 feet in front of her, totally naked in a cold open room, my cock and balls have shrunk to minuscule proportions with fear and
shame. Pulled in tightly into my crotch just the head of my dick is visible, looking like an acorn.

Laughing out loud she says, "Is that what you were trying to hide from me? That little thing? It looks like a little boy's dick. What are you, 12 years old? My 10 year old little brother had a bigger dick than that. What do you use to jerk off, a tweezers? HAHAHAHA  And what tiny little grape sized balls. Hung like a chipmunk, but that would be an insult to chipmunks. Do you even produce sperm with those little immature things yet?  Do you cum dry like an 8 year old?"

My hands cover my crotch again as I blurt out. "Wait a minute here..."

She is up out of the chair in a flash and once again slaps my face cutting off any protest. "Shut Up! Didn't I tell you to shut up a moment ago asshole? Can't you follow a simple instruction? And you were trying to play with yourself again, weren't you?"

"No, I..."

Two more quick slaps, a right hand followed by a left leaves my face on fire. "Are you calling me a liar, boy? I saw you grab your poor excuse for a dick just now, didn't I? Well, didn't I?"

"Yes, but..." Another slap makes my ears ring.

"Yes what boy?"

"I, uh, I..." Two more slaps bring tears to my eyes.

"It's 'Yes Ma'am' when you address me or any other employee here pansy. You will learn some respect for your betters around here. Do I make my self clear?"

"Yes Ma'am." is all I can manage through my tears, eyes downcast to the floor, face burning with shame.

"I have to do something about you grabbing at your pathetic little cocklette or we just can't continue." She goes to the cabinets and brings back some black leather straps of some kind. "Hold out your hands."

Nervously, I do.

She buckles a 2-inch wide cuff with hanging metal clips around each wrist. They are very tight.  Taps me on the shoulder.

"Kneel boy."

I do as I'm told and she buckles a three inch wide leather collar with D rings on each side around my neck. Once it's secured, the wrist cuff clips are snapped into the collar D rings preventing my hands from leaving the sides of my neck.

"There, now you won't be trying to jerk off in from of me again. And that collar will hold your head up so you won't be staring at my legs either. You were staring at my legs before weren't you, sissy."

"Yes Ma'am."

"Of course you were you little pervert.”  She giggled.  “Though I like MEN – and you don’t qualify. Now stand up and pay attention. You were sent here for corrective therapy and that's exactly what you're going to get. So do as
you're told, when you're told and how you're told, without hesitation. If you are slow to comply we have ways to speed
up your response. And I can report your noncompliance to your boss.  Believe me, pansy?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"I don't think you do, yet, but you will. Oh yes, you will. I think you need a taste right now of what will happen if you don't follow any instruction you are given by any one on the staff here."

She goes to the cabinets again and returns with a two foot long riding crop. "Turn around and face the wall."

I can see myself in the mirror, naked, hands bound to my neck, face red and puffy from the slaps. I see her reflected arm come up and then swiftly down as pain explodes across my ass. I let out a scream that I'm sure can be heard in the waiting room. She strikes again and again causing me to shriek with each stroke.


"Please Ma'am, I'll do what ever you tell me, just please stop, please! I’ll be good."

I can hear the smile in her voice.  "Turn around and look at me sissy boy. Are you going to be any more trouble?"

"No Ma'am, no. I will do what ever you say, please, no more Ma'am."

"You better. Now look over your shoulder into the mirror. Look at your sissy ass now boy.  You can turn to have a look."

I do so and can see red welts criss-crossing my ass. She steps up against me and reaches around to stroke it with her hand.

"So hot, yesssss." she hisses in my ear. "I just love making a sissy boy's ass like yours all red and hot with my crop. Just give me any excuse, any hint of defying me again, and you will regret it."

I can feel her body against mine as she continues to rub my butt cheeks and I start to tremble. She chuckles as she steps away.

"Face forward, eyes straight ahead." She starts to walk around me slowly, touching here and there. Pinching layers if skin and fat between her fingers and pulling it away from my body before letting it snap back. Prodding and
poking all over my body, eyeing me up and down like she was inspecting an animal. "Not a very manly body, no wonder you jerk your little meat so much."  She then changed tactics, stroking me gently and sensuously.  Pulled me into her closely. "Such a soft physique, not much muscle tone and a fat piggy
belly." She puts both hands on either side of my ample gut and shakes it so I jiggle like a pot of Jell-O all over.

My lower lip begins to quiver; I'm on the verge of bursting into tears. She gives me a tender pat. "A sow's belly if I've ever seen one. Ahahahaha. That's it, you're a simpering, sissy breeder sow, aren't you little boy?"

"Nnnno Ma'am I'm nnot a..."

"YES, YOU ARE! Don't contradict me!" With that she slaps my belly making it rebound and leaving a red hand print. Going to a cabinet, she returns with a narrow roll of medical tape. Pulling off a 6 inch piece, she secures one end on
the underside of my nose. Lifting the other end up, pulling my nose with it, she tapes it to my forehead. "There you go, a piggy snout to match a sow's belly. All it needs now is a ring through the septum to complete the look. Maybe later, if you’re good." she chuckles.

Stepping around behind me she repeats the two handed jiggle test on my ass cheeks. "Look at those sow cheeks shake! I'll bet they make a good cushion when you're being fucked?."

A sharp swat from her hand on my already red ass makes me jump. She takes a black marking pen from her pocket and writes above my ass, then on each cheek, in three inch tall block letters. SISSY, SOW, CHEEKS.

"There, now there won't be any question." Putting away the pen, she moves around to my front.

"Hmmmmm, no, no, this will never do." She grabs a tuft of my sparse pubic hair and pulls at it. "All this hair will have to go. I've got to be able to see every inch of you for a proper evaluation. You don't have very much to start
with anyway do you. Only big boys and girls have hair anyway.  And look at these tits of yours! Aren’t you ashamed? Hmmmm, they look like little girl tits, so plump." She grabs a big handful of my chest and squeezes out a mound of flesh. "Yes, a little girls tits, are you taking hormones to get these titties sissy boy? I'll bet they are a B cup at least. That could explain that tiny little clit of a dick and little boy balls you've got too."

"NNNo... Ma'am, they have always been like this."

"Natural huh? We might be able to develop them a little. These nipples need some work too, to bring them out. They should be sticking out a good 3/4 of an inch to make those miniscule tits of yours look more realistic!" She releases my chest and pinches each nipple, hard, pulling them out as far as they will go, rotating them.

I moan at the rough treatment that she is giving my nipples. "We will have to make them more sensitive too, till you pant and get wet when they are played with. Turn them into real sissy nipples. Sow's teats. Maybe even have them tattooed a slutty red so they always look excited.  And rings for sure"

She releases my nipples.  Now swollen and erect, they stand out from my expanding blood filled aureoles.

"Let's see how that would look." She produces a red marker and paints my nipples and aureoles till they are bright red. "Perfect... for a slut. They need nice fat rings with bells on them to match your nose ring too I think.
Ahahahaha." Her evil laughter cuts into me like a knife.

"Open wide!" she orders, grabbing my cheeks.

I open my mouth for her inspection.

"Wider! Like your going to suck something long and round. You're used to that aren't you sissy? A big real cock maybe? You've been on your knees before plenty of times haven't you? Well, haven't you little sissy boy? Sucked a
lot of cocks with your pretty lips and mouth haven't you? You've got cock-sucker lips for sure, big and puffy. But not as puffy as after a night of sucking and mouth fucking. Right sissy boy? Maybe some collagen injections to give you a permanent just-fucked-in-the-mouth look.  Like that idea, do you?"

I'm totally humiliated and can't say a thing.

She runs her fingers over my lips causing me to salivate and quiver. "A nice wet pussy-mouth." She begins to explore the inside of my mouth with her fingers. Feeling my tongue and the insides of my cheeks. Her fingers probe the opening of my throat till I begin to gag and retch. "I'll bet your boyfriends love it when you gag around their cocks."

She continued.  "Seal your lips around my fingers and suck just like they are a hard prick."  Obediently, I lave the under side of her fingers with my tongue and alternate suction pressure.  She giggles happily.  "Just like a wanton hungry whore's mouth. Are you a whore? Or just a cocksucker for nothing?"

I can't answer with her fingers in my mouth but blush furiously. How did she know I loved to give blow jobs to dominant men when my lustful urges became unbearable? On my knees, submissive, gazing up into their eyes as I slavishly worship their superior manhood.

At the peep show glory holes or park rest rooms I frequent.  There to be used
as a cum slut whore. But my only compensation is their spurting juice, not money. Wearing skimpy, tight pastel panties for a smoothed, feminine crotch and quarter cup bra. Pants around my ankles, t-shirt lifted up behind my head, kneeling on the sticky floor, little sissy titties thrust out, nipples hard and exposed.

My eyes open so I can imagine a cock fucking my face. Watching as a male face contorts in pleasure, nearing orgasm. Mouth open and awaiting the squirt from his cock... his eyes boring in to me as he shoots... maybe other guys watching my shame and excitement... jerking their own meat... stepping up to take
their turn at the willing sissy cum dump... squirt after squirt of hot man juice in my mouth, covering my face and chest like a bukkake target.

"I'll bet it makes them cum feeling your throat pulsating around their cocks." She pushes her small fist all the way into my mouth and fingers down my throat, ignoring my convulsive gagging and choking. "Oh, that feels nice. Your throat is rippling against my fingers. That would sure make me cum if I had a cock down your deep cunt of a throat. Cum right in your mouth and make you drink it down. Or maybe pull out and shoot all over your face. I'll bet you would
love to have your man cum on your face and leave it there for all to see. Marked as his little faggot sissy boy. Make you hold his filled condom in your mouth with the open end hanging and dripping outside your lips. Sissy Juicy Fruit. Bahahaha. That would be a sight."

Pulling her hand out of my mouth, her fingers are covered in thick coating of slimy drool. She wipes it on my face and says, "You'll learn to take it deep without so much gagging but just enough to provide stimulation all around a
hard cock.  They’ll love the swallowing motions you’ll make with your pussy throat" Despite all of her rough handling and humiliation, I've got a hard on and starting to drip. She senses this and laughs.  "Oh look, the little sissy sow is getting a woody. Cute little thing, all four inches... tsk tsk."

She reaches for my cock and holds it between her thumb and forefinger. Using the red marker, she colors the head of my throbbing dick. "There, very pretty. A dinky widdle dicky all prettied up and no place to go. Hehehehe."

She goes to the phone and makes a call. "Send up a couple of aids to examination room 1. I've got a prep job for them. Yes, body shave, cleaning inside and out. 20 minutes? Okay, I'll be at my desk."

She hangs up the phone and goes to the cabinets again. A chain leash is in her hand as she comes over to me and clips it to my collar. "Come with me pansy I can't be waiting in here with you when I have work to do at my desk."

"Bbbut Ma'am... I'm naked!"

"So you are. Hmmmm. Put this on, it's all we have as a gown."

She goes to the cabinet and gets a pink, nylon, shear, short baby-doll like nighty. It has white ruffles around the scoop neck running down the open front and around the bottom edge and around the wide arm holes. She slips it over
my head and I see that it is completely see through, and so short that my ass is only covered a quarter of the way, not to mention that the front is open so it doesn't cover my hard little dick at all. My arms being underneath the
garment, clipped to the stiff wide collar, the front gap is spread wide, held only at the plunging neck line.

I am lead out to the waiting room, nearly naked, ass striped and welted from the cropping and labeled with those humiliating words. Nipples bright red and hurting, my painted dick sticking out fully exposed and dripping,
throbbing with every pounding heart beat. Nose tape up into a pig's snout. Face ablaze from slaps and shame. She leads me over to the coat rack right by the women still waiting there and hangs the leash on the topmost hook.

"Just wait there and behave yourself till the aids come. You will go with them and do exactly as they say... am I clear?"

"Yes, ma'am." is all I can say. The women and girls are staring and giggling. I have to keep my head up because of the collar or I would be looking only at the ground... what more is in store for me????

The end ?