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I was a brides maid in my Lady Ann sister wedding. I was dressed up in a wedding dress just like my Lady Ann sister. As I was puting on my white panties and bra I saw a man looking through the window. I did not thing anything of this. So a few hours before the wedding after I had a make over done from head to foot. I was sitting there all along I thought. But before I knew it I was attack from behing and blind folder and put into a van where there was 3 or 4 naked men waiting to rape me. My panties was ripped off and before long I had a cock in my sissy hold and one cock in my mouth. Before long I was carried to a suite where there were more men waiting to fuck me more. Hours later I was laying there with cum all over my face and cum coming out of my sissy hole. Soon after this I found out my Lady Ann had planned all of this...My wedding day I never will forget...maybe I will get married next month!!!Ha!!Ha!!
i fantasise about being chained to a radiator and being fucked by a big strong women
i fantasise about being chained to a radiator and being fucked by a big strong women
Victoria’s Secret Revealed The rain was coming down and I felt it was a mixed blessing. The rain may have caused many people to stay at home and not venture to the shopping mall or it may have caused more people to abort any outdoor activities and go to the mall. I am not a mall expect and elected to believe the crowd at the mall would be reduced due to the inclement weather. This in itself gave me strength to travel to the mall which alone is mystery to men. My mission – shop at the one place very few men shop for themselves, Victoria’s Secret! While driving to the mall, I also noted one more reason to be thankful for the rain. I was able to wear a raincoat! The thoughts of having the extra layer of protection were a comfort not only to keep me dry but to also hide what I would be wearing on the return trip home. I should explain. I have agreed to complete a task for a woman I have never met, at least not beyond the various chat rooms on the internet. I am attracted to this woman because she has indicated a desire to humiliate men. I am such a man that craves humiliation. A match made in heaven? Miss Jennifer has given me this assignment, purchasing three pairs of panties and a bra from a store like Victoria’s Secret. That task alone would normally cast a huge amount of fear into my soul, but in this case I am also tasked with obtaining the sales ladies signature, along with her name and store phone number. The sales lady would be confirming that she understood the purchases were made by me for me. In other words I will be dressing in panties and bras as a male – sissy! Having noticed many bra straps on women wherever I went, I was thankful for the rain and the need for a raincoat. My task also included wearing a pair of panties and the bra when I left the store. My heart pounded faster as I parked the car and started the walk toward the mall. I had no idea how much it would cost to buy three pairs of panties and a bra and knew there was just no way I was going to pay for these items with a check or a credit card and have to reveal my own name to the sales lady. Victoria can have her secret and I can too! I stood outside the store looking in for 10 or 15 minutes that seemed like hours. I was waiting for the right time to “shop” but the store was busier than I would have thought. Most of the customers were teen-age girls or young women. Then it dawned on me, I could be mistaken for some sort of pervert standing in front of Victoria’s watching young firm women wonder by manikins dressed in the near see though baby dolls and teddies. Was I now a pervert? I started to walk away into more familiar ground, Barnes and Noble, a store for men. I pretended to be looking at the magazines when as fate would have it I was once again looking at a model on a cover of a men’s magazine dressed in a manner her bra strap could be seen and the very top of her thong panties could be seen just above the top of her low-riding jeans. Most men, and me in the past would have taken pleasure in seeing this woman and had a instant fantasy of being with her. Not today, as I looked at the cover I actually wondered what it would be like to be wearing what she was wearing. Not that I would ever look like she did, I was curious. I wandered the mall wondering why I could not go into the den of femininity; Victoria’s Secret and complete my task. I had been in many situations in the past that some would have thought was brave, but a man purchasing female undergarments was beyond my reach? A new realization hit me, was I admitting to myself I could not do what millions of teen-age girls did on a daily basis? Were some of these air-headed 20 year old blondes better than I was? Of course not, I could do this, I will do this. With more motivation I turned my path and walked quickly back to Victoria’s Secret after all I am man capable of anything, right? I walked right into the store feeling my knees weaken once inside the door. Perhaps that’s Victoria’s secret, she weakens men at the knees when they dare enter her inner chambers? I started to browse the store and within seconds a sales lady approached me. “Can I help you find something for your wife or girlfriend? Relax we have men shopping here all the time.” I noticed she wore a name tag, her name was Cheryl. I was amble to mumble out a few words as I handed Cheryl the typed note from Miss Jennifer that outlined my task. “Thank you Ma’am, I do need some help and I have a list here.” I felt the room temperature rise as I watched Cheryl open the envelope and read the note. I noticed her start to smile as she read on and could feel myself blushing in spite of my desire to remain calm. “Well, as much as I would like to help you Sissy, I am not sure I can. I can tell by looking at you I can say that you’re not what Victoria’s targets their product line for. But let me check with the manager. Sally can you come here I need some assistance with another panty boy! I was shocked hearing Cheryl call across the store to the manger, Sally in such a manner that anyone within the store could also you referring to me as a panty boy! I could feel the eyes of many if not all the current customers of the store on me. I could not bear to look at anyone and cast my eyes downward. I felt defeated, and worse of all it appeared that I would fail in my task. Sally, the manager after reading the note started to lead me toward the front of the store and I was convinced that I at best was being thrown out at worst I would be arrested on some law against perverted panty boys. “Now, listen carefully, the reason we can’t help you has nothing to do with you being a male, although many may argue that you are not much of a man. At least no man that I would want would attempt to do this. The reason we cannot help you is because you are not the right size. It seems are inventory is geared toward the normal sized women and looking at you I am guessing you would be a size 28 at least. Now if you still need to as the note said complete your task, you will need to shop at a place that does have the right inventory for you. You need to find a place that caters to “BIG girls and BIG sissies”. My mouth became very dry as I heard women throughout the store laughing and giggling as manager Sally spoke in a tone loud enough for them to hear. I did in effect get what I came here for – humiliation. “Now Sissy, most girls even the teenage ones know that in order for BIG gals to buy panties and bras they need to go to a BIG gal store like Elaine Bryant. Here is your note back you may need it when you get to a BIG SISSY store! The laughter in the store sounded like a firecracker as I took the note and started to run from the store. In my desire to leave the store before I was arrested my wrist slapped against the counter causing the note to fall to the floor. A higher level of laughter exploded as I bend over to pick the note up when Sally remarked. “Now that’s no way for a lady to bend over and pick something up, you need to bend you knees or let the whole word know what color panties your in! Thank god you are not in a skirt! I ran as fast as I could to my car and once my heart rate went down I decided that I would do two things. One I would find one of these stores that have my size and two, someday after I lose some weight I will return to Victoria’s knowing there secret is that only have smaller sizes! At home that night I did a search of Elaine but could not find any stores or phone numbers. I could ask a larger woman where she buys her undergarments but I think that would get me arrested. I am scheduled to travel to Columbus Ohio this weekend for work, perhaps in Columbus there is an Elaine store? I do still have my note! CrystalBelleCD@aol.com
Hello Girls. I am sitting in my mommies bedroom all femmed out applying the last ingredient (red lipstick) to my pouty lips when the door suddenly bursts open. I look up at the image of momie and her two friends, Marilyn and Marge. Mommie says, David, "What are you doing?" I get up and expose my sissy self to the three women who are in delightful shock. I instantly pull a Virginia Slims Menthol 120 from my pink satin cigarette case, light it with my gold plated lighter and say, "Oh hi mommie, Marilyn and Marge, I'm not David anymore (I am 10 years old), I'm Joanie (my mommies name is Joan), a sweet transvestite, mommie want-a-be, slut whore bitch. I sashe across the room in my 6" pink platform pumps, pink shimmery nylons, a yellow satin sincher with garters, a yellow lace bra lifting my 34C breasts (thanks to three months of mommies estrogen hormones), pink ruffled panties clading my round ass and shapely hips, a pink housecoat, white fingerless opera gloves, pink french cut finger nails, whorish Merle Norman makeuped face topped with a shoulder length straight page boy auburn wig. The ladies are in awe as they witness the once straight boy parading in front of them in sheer delight. call me for more 708-691-9106
a few years ago when we were just dating my wife broke up with me. she said i was a self centered smart ass. we were broke up quite awhile then got back together. then got married she then started telling me her many other lovers and all had nicer cocks than mine. and that she always thought of me dressed up as a sissy sucking other mens cocks. i asked her, you never thought of any other boyfreind this way. her answer was no. now she calls me nancy and makes me dress in nighties just to get a hand job and thats all i ever get. all the time telling me how a little slut like me needs big cock and how i should get gang banged. her favorite is for me to suck a scab (replacement worker) or black man she thinks its more humiliating for me since i used to think i was so great. i have now sucked two black men and they were great. thirty two other guys have fucked my little sissy ass and had their cocks sucked by my pretty lip sticked lips. it is now my favorite thing to be dressed pretty and have men take this little sissy slut any way they want. linda now is wanting me to take some hormones so i can have a nice small set of tits. to help make me a more sexy nancy. i have agreed.
a few years ago when we were just dating my wife broke up with me. she said i was a self centered smart ass. we were broke up quite awhile then got back together. then got married she then started telling me her many other lovers and all had nicer cocks than mine. and that she always thought of me dressed up as a sissy sucking other mens cocks. i asked her, you never thought of any other boyfreind this way. her answer was no. now she calls me nancy and makes me dress in nighties just to get a hand job and thats all i ever get. all the time telling me how a little slut like me needs big cock and how i should get gang banged. her favorite is for me to suck a scab (replacement worker) or black man she thinks its more humiliating for me since i used to think i was so great. i have now sucked two black men and they were great. thirty two other guys have fucked my little sissy ass and had their cocks sucked by my pretty lip sticked lips. it is now my favorite thing to be dressed pretty and have men take this little sissy slut any way they want. linda now is wanting me to take some hormones so i can have a nice small set of tits. to help make me a more sexy nancy. i have agreed.
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i am caught looking through her pantie drawer, she forces me to strip and put on a full set of lingerie, inc. panties, bra suspenders and seamed stockings and to finish off 6 inch stilletoes. now i am ready i am forced to serve my mistress. sniff and lick her stockin feet and her panties are placed over my head for me to sniff and lick. then she sits on my face and smothers me
I have a fantasy that i dream about very often. I fantasise that i have been asked by a mistress to attend her house at a certain time. When i get there i am shown into the house by her maid. I take a second look and decide that this "maid" is a man dressed up as a maid. I would not have been able to tell the difference. Then i am ushered upstairs and told to undress while the maid runs a steaming hot bath. On the side of the bath are a number of perfumed soaps and bath oils and to my surprise hair removing cream. After i have bathed the maid "Abigail" tells me to shave very close and put the cream all over my body and wait for a few minutes before i wash all the cream off. To my surprise all my body hair comes with it as well. When Abigail is satisfied that all my body hair has gone and that my face is nice and smooth she rubs me down and dries me with beautifully fluffy towels.Then she powders me down with a sweet smelling talcum that makes me swoon into the clouds around me. I am then fitted with a collar and lead and led away to a room on the first floor of the house. On my way to the room i notice that it is very well furnished and decorated with the best money can buy. I am taken to a room that smell full of feminine perfume and lots of pink and white furniture in the bedroom. There is a king sized bed in the middle of the room. On the bed are an assortment of dresses and underwear i have never seen the likes before. Abigail comes into the room and removes the collar and lead. She then picks up what i can only describe as a lacing corset in pink. She slackens all the laces so that i can step into the corset and places it around my waist and then she starts to tighten the laces from top and bottom until they meet in the middle of my back. As she is pulling the laces i feel my waste being drawn into the corset tighter and tighter, bit by bit, until i cannot breath. She lets me breath for a few moments until i get used to it. Asks me if i'm ok and when i nod, she continues. She then picks up the matching bra which is padded to make me look as though i have breasts. She places my arms inside the straps and as it slides up my arm i feel another different sensation in my groin. A feeling that i have not known before. On the corset there are six straps which have clips on the end of them. Three on each side. I will continue at another time.
i would love to have to model some bridal gowns in a ladies only fashion show
my fantasy is to be forced into frilly things then to be shown how to act as a girl
I'd love to be tied up and soundly spanked in rubber panties or satin or silky ruffled panties.
Dearest Friends I am sorry but I had to delete more recent entries to stop some idiot continually adding his link. yet again one spoils it for the many. People like this and those who steel from this site will end the end kill it. So no one will produce sites anymore. Please have fun and add your thoughts and ideas. Soon I am gonna change this so you can see all the stories I have collected from you all. Dont give up keep adding them Vikki xxx
It is said that under hypnosis you cannot be persuaded to do anything that you do not really want to. Of course, the other side of the coin is that you may be persuaded to do something rather unconventional that you secretly desire. I had often fantasised about being forcibly dressed as a French maid and of developing large tits, but I thought that this was my private secret. I thought that I was alone in wanting to dress in girls’ clothes and I never imagined that anyone else would ever find out. But under hypnotism you may reveal your secret desires. I now know, having seen the videos, that this happened to me and to another boy that (at that time) I did not know very well. He was the boy-friend of a friend of my fiancée. My name is Gerald and his is Paul……………………….. I found myself in a strange house with a group of girls. We were sitting in the lounge having a drink and everyone was happy. There was a discussion on the relative sex-appeal of various film stars and some of the girls were describing the physical attributes of their idols, and what sexual advances they could imagine in their dreams. The conversation became more and more lewd, and at the same time I noticed that several girls were less careful to keep their knees together. As they were all wearing short skirts I could see that they all were wearing stockings, not tights. On the settee opposite, the two girls’ knickers were clearly visible. I felt my cock stiffen. Although I tried not to stare, my eyes kept wandering to the knicker display. One of the girls had shiny white knickers, but the other (who was not really involved in the discussions) was wearing pink ones. There was something different about these pink panties, but at first I could not work out what it was. After a while I realised that there was a bulge in them, and that this particular “girl” was actually a boy in a frock, knickers and stockings. The sight of this attractive she-male made my cock rock-hard. I heard Veronica, my fiancée, speak. We were sitting on the other settee and she was on my right. “What do you think, darling?” As I had been too interested in the vision of undies opposite, I had not been listening to the last part of the conversation. I could not think what to say. All the girls had turned to look at me. I felt Veronica’s hand on my inner thigh. It felt strange, but very erotic. Looking down I was amazed to see that I was wearing a tiny dark blue flared skirt with a frilly white petticoat and dark tan stockings. My legs were wide apart, and I felt myself blushing in the knowledge that the erection in my knickers must be visible to all. I put my knees together. “It’s a bit late for that!” laughed Veronica, letting her fingers roam up my stocking-tops and bare thigh to fondle my erection through my silky knickers. I became aware of the weight of my breasts and the straps of my bra. “Come and look at yourself in the mirror. You’re a very attractive girl.” She helped me up. I discovered I was wearing high-heeled shoes and had to walk carefully. I was aware of my suspenders tugging at my stockings with each step, and I felt naked without trousers. In the mirror I saw a rather tarty girl with a miniskirt so short that it did not only reveal her stocking-tops, but also showed a glimpse of her crotch, with bright red frilly knickers and the unmistakeable outline of bollocks inside them. Her skirt flared outwards instead of falling demurely to cover her undies and I realised that the petticoat was designed for this purpose. I was not exactly naked, but my throbbing erection was encased in silky knickers and as I was standing up, the front of my knickers would be clearly visible to the girls sitting around me. My eyes moved up, taking in my waistline, accentuated by the flaring out of my skirt, and marvelling at the size of my bust. My shiny white bra was clearly visible through my white blouse. “They’re big, aren’t they?” giggled my fiancée. “They’re the largest size stick-on silicon boobs available. Quite expensive, but you insisted, and anyway, you were paying. With the special medical adhesive, you don’t really need a bra, but you really wanted to wear one.” Tearing my eyes away from those wonderful tits I saw that my hair had been lightly curled to look a little more feminine, and that my face had been made up with lipstick and eye-shadow. My eyebrows had been plucked and I was wearing earrings. I suddenly became aware that my ears had been pierced. The overall impression was of a boy dressed as a girl. A boy with plucked eyebrows and pierced ears. A boy with big tits and long shapely legs encased in nylon stockings, wearing a skirt and high heels, in knickers and wearing lipstick. But undoubtedly a boy with a huge erection, immensely enjoying the sensation of having been dressed up as a girl, wearing a skirt far too short so that his knickers, hairless thighs, and taut stocking-tops were in full view. Looking across to my left I saw another boy dressed as a girl. He also wore a skirt far too short, showing dark suspenders and a flash of pink knickers above creamy thighs and dark stocking-tops. “Geraldine, meet Paula,” said one of the girls. I heard myself say “Hello Paula” and he replied “Hello Geraldine, lovely to meet you.” “Go on, give her a kiss,” said someone. I put one hand around his waist and the other cradled his head as our lips touched, then parted as eager tongues met. One of his hands lifted the back of my skirt so that the other could caress my bottom through my silky knickers. I moved one hand to lift our skirts, so that our erections, each encased in silky knickers, could rub against each other. A shiver ran down my spine as the tip of my cock touched the shaft of Paula’s huge prick. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and I imagined it was her cock in my mouth. ………………………………. But to go back to the beginning….. The boys who had been selected by the hypnotist sat down on chairs on the stage with their backs to the audience. On the videotape you can’t clearly tell which boy is talking, but of course, the boy’s partner and friends would be able to recognise his voice. “Hands up if you have ever tried on female underwear,” said the hypnotist. Six hands went up. “Hands up if you worn any of your current girl-friends clothes.” This time it was only Paul and I with our hands up, so he concentrated on the two of us. “Does she know?” he asked me. “Oh, no,” I replied to the amusement of the audience. “What sort of underwear do you like to dress in?” he asked me. I was amazed to hear myself replying “knickers and stockings, and a bra.” Paul admitted that he had once worn some of his girl-friends panties to work. “What colour?” “Pink,” he replied. “Is that your favourite colour?” “Oh, yes!” He turned to me. “And do you have a favourite colour?” I replied that the colour was not so important, as long as the material was silky nylon, preferably with frills. “Now, you two, whose girl-friends don’t know anything about this,” (much audience laughter), “suppose that they found out. Would you dress in girl’s clothes if they asked you?” We both agreed that this would be good. He whispered something in each of our ears, then said “When your girl-friend says those words, you will want more than anything else to be wearing female clothes and to be pretty and feminine. She may want you to wear girls’ underwear under your male clothes, or she may want you to dress up completely – she will tell you what she wants and you will obey her.” After this we were led away off stage and the two girl-friends were invited up. “Well, did you know anything about this?” asked the hypnotist. Both the girls said that they knew we were fascinated by pretty knickers. “And would you like to see them dressed up?” he asked. The girls looked at each other and nodded, giggling. “Well, when you get home, you can get them to dress up as you like, either in undies or completely in female attire. All you need to do is to put a hand on their knee and whisper the special phrase.” He told them what the special phrase was secretly so that the audience could not hear. “I’ll be back here again next year,” he said, “so bring them back dressed as girls – and we’ll have some fun! It’s up to you to make them look nice!...................................... So now my life has changed completely. I work in an office where I am the only male, but all the girls must know that I wear a bra to support my breast-forms. They can see my long hair and plucked eyebrows and must notice that I wear lipstick, albeit a natural shade, and clear nail varnish. I do not wear socks, so when I am seated I suppose that people may notice that my ankles are encased in sheer nylon. Maybe they notice that some of my shirts button on the feminine side. Nothing is said – they just treat me as one of the girls, whether they are talking about sex, clothes, whatever. At home there are four of us; we two, Geraldine and Paula, and our domme partners, Veronica and Mary. As soon as we return home from work, Paula and I take off our trousers and change into short dresses and high heels. I now find it much more comfortable to wear a short skirt instead of restricting male attire. I had always thought that tasks like cooking, sewing and ironing were women’s work, so nowadays I am much more comfortable performing these tasks while wearing bra, panties, stockings and a frock. At weekends Paula and I wear skirts all the time; Veronica and Mary are usually in jeans. If we go out in the car, Paula and I sit in the back. I have to confess that there is often some fondling of stocking-clad thighs. On long journeys, it is not unknown for one or both of us to cream our knickers. It seems to be more and more often that Veronica and Mary share one bedroom, while Paula and I share the other. Our dommes insist that our pubic areas are kept hairless, so we help each other by plucking pubic hair. Experience shows that this is much more satisfactory than shaving. Plucking removes hair from well below the surface of the skin, so it takes much longer to grow back. Also, you don’t get stubble, which is the main disadvantage of shaving. Of course, when you are attending to your girly friend in this way, her nightie lifted up, her panties down, your hand gently manipulating her dick and balls so that you can closely inspect the area for stray hairs, it may happen that her cock stands to attention and accidentally touches your lips………… We never did go back to see the hypnotist.
My first desire was leg exposure. as a boy I saw my mother and her friends in miniskirts, cocktail waitress outfits and bikinis. They wore heels all the time. Then I saw Batman, I so wanted to be a caped crusader. Especially if I could be Robin. He was in undercover drag. Those smooth legs, the tight panties, and all those bright colors that drew attention. He always got beat up and tied down. I started dressing at 12. By the time I was 16 I had quite a mix of Robin like costumes and full drag. The building we lived in had storage spaces and a laundry in the basement. I used to steal clothes from the laundry and keep them in an empty storage space. I'd go there when My mother was home. Little did I know that the building manager set up security cameras all over the place. he watche for hours before he came down and surprised me. I was wearing knee high black suede lace up/high eel boots. a high cut black satin long sleeved body suit and a pair of nude pantyhose. I was posing in bondage poses in front of the mirror i hung. my 16 year old body was made for dressing up. such shapely legs and such a round ass. He had me at that moment. He owned my fate. My whole world could crash. So I agreed to his demands. I became his blackmail boytoy, his bondage candy, his girlfriend. I loved being under his control and being so sexual to another man.
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Date: 25 May 2005
Time: 17:51:56
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Candy's First Shopping Trip (a story by Candy Sissiboi-Yahoo profile ID candytv)
Once I had dressed in the Pink Shorty Lil Girlie dress I had brought with me,
Mistress Mommy spoke.
"Beginning tonight you’ll be dressed as a little girl of age 4 or so. You will
never be dressed any older than this and if I feel like it, I'll dress you as a
sissybaby if you aren't just the perfect Miss Priss for me!"
"Oh wow...what I have I really let myself in for!" I thought.
"Your earlier emails mentioned that immersing yourself in being a sissy would be
an excellent way to change your attitude," Mistress Mommy said. “In addition it
won’t be enough for you to wear your girl’s clothes in private. You WILL wear
them publicly.”
"That’s incredible!" I went.
Mistess Mommy continued by adding "I will see your humiliation is the heaviest
by making you act and behave like you’re a real little girl but you'll always be
dressed as a grown man in very short pantyshowing little girl dresses. You’ll
continue to have short hair and a flat chest. You’ll just have to face the world
as a man showing off his panties in little girl’s clothes from here on out!"
Mistress Mommy broke out into a big grin.
"I never agreed to that!" I excitedly burst but now it was too late.
"Now look in the closet and see the new wardrobe I bought for you," Mistress
Mommy said. "They're all in the same style as the cute dress you brought up and
now have on."
I stared in astonishment at the collection of dainty and frilly ultra-short
dresses and tiny petticoats that would lift up the teensy skirting completely,
all guaranteed to keep my pretty panties on full display front and back. None
were longer than 22".
"There must be a dozen of them!" I said.
"These are your new clothes from now on," she replied.
"You’ll never wear pants again, not even girl’s pants," Mistress Mommy said.
“You’ll always be dressed in the cutest and shortest little girlie dresses that
are perfect for your pretend age. The more you look like a total sissy, the more
likely you are to become a humble and obediant person who does what I say.
Thinking about you dressed as a Lil Girlie, I can picture you looking like a
princess in your dainty little dress and darling petticoats with your pretty
panties showing completely. I can imagine you gathering up your dolly and
tripping away to play with your friends...and I will see you have 'friends'
believe me!"
"You will be dressed just like a cutesy little girl fulltime, every single day
from now on" Mistress Mommy said, “and you’ll play and carry on as a little girl
in front of everyone here at home or outside. Oh, and some of my friends are
coming here tonight."
I shuddered at how fast things were moving along.
Then Mistress Mommy brought out the handcuffs and paddle. "Turn around and place
your hands behind your back because now it is time to sweeten you up and get you
started in behaving the way I want you to behave from now on."
Quickly I did as ordered and felt the handcuffs tighten around my wrist and
click into position.
Leading me by grabbing my ear, Mistress Mommy bent me over the back of a sofa,
then lifted my restrained hands with one hand as she began to paddle me hard and
fast with a wooden paddle that had holes.
At first I took the strokes without complaint but they began to come even harder
and faster. "OUCH! OUCH!
That hurts!" I went but Mistress Mommy was just getting started.
"Remember how you had the fantasy of being a spankiedollie?" she said as the
paddle hit ever harder.
"Well sweetcheeks, I just love to see tears and hear real sobs when I spank
someone and believe me I love to spank a lot!"
My legs began to kick and my pantied rear tried to shift but the paddle kept
right on coming with smack after smack.
"Aaauuuh!" and all I could do now was moan as I began to feel myself break down.
"Tonight we're going to the store right after this spanking and we're going to
play bend over games in public so everyone can see your well-spanked pantyass!
The sooner you begin to cry for real the sooner we can get going!"
The strokes continued and I knew my rear was going to be full of red welts and
marks peeking out from my fully showing panties. Then I began to cry just like a
real little girl who was getting thrashed soundly.
The tears flowed and I found myself suddenly sobbing with no control. Some more
smacks followed as my legs thrashed and I heaved about.
"Now is my sweet lil thing ready to go out?" Mistress Mommy went. "Nod yes if
you're ready!"
I nodded yes as I choked on my sobs. My nose was running with snot and tears
streamed without stopping down my face. I felt myself being helped up by
Mistress Mommy grabbing me by the ear. I stood with legs shaking and sobs
pouring out of me.
"Okay sweetums, head for the car and I want to see you swish for all you're
worth!" Mistress Mommy explained.
"If you do real good I'll take off the handcuffs and we can get on with showing
the world what you really look like."
I swayed my hips and took small steps as I cried while moving towards the front
door. Mistress Mommy came over and opened the door and I continued on to the car
that was parked out in the street. Seeing the traffic going by I now faced the
world as a pantyshow sissy for the first time and with my hot burning rear
encouraging me, I swished for all I was worth right up to the passenger door.
"Very good sweetums!" Mistress Mommy seemed pleased and she turned me around to
take the handcuffs off.
"Now curtsey for me and thank me for letting you come here and being my Dollie."
"Thank you very much Mistress Mommy for letting me become your Dollie!" I
managed to get the words out as my sobs died down and my skirting was raised up
fully.
A car drove by slowly as I curtseyed sweetly which put my panties on complete
display and a horn blew.
I had been seen as a pantyshow sissy for the first time outdoors! Mistress Mommy
then handed me a soft rag and told me to blow my nose and wipe away my tears,
then to get into the car. I got in and fastened my seatbelt.
"Now let me see...I think Safeway is always open.
Let's go there!" as Mistress Mommy thought about how she was going to really put
her new Dollie on public display. With shelves low enough to ensure complete
bending over, high shelves that would guarantee the dress would raise even
higher so that even the top of the panties would show and public curtsey
training, she knew that by the time they were done at the store, everyone there
would see what a complete silly sissy this new Dollie of hers was. The red
burning butt would also play peekaboo through the panties quite well and as soon
as the redness was cleared up nicely, there would be another spanking added to
put some spice in the public pantyshowing display she was going
to make this pervy pansy become.
"Be sure you walk daintily every step or else you will get another spanking
tonight!" Mistress Mommy was going to make sure that this Dollie was just as
sweet as her name...Candy.
I now knew that my fantasy was going to become a reality and that I was helpless
to stop it...and furthermore I didn't want to stop this complete plunge into
public pantyshowing petticoat punishment. The rush was so intense as I felt the
night air on my smooth shaven legs, legs I had always kept that way, legs that
were now showing 100% and would always show 100% from that moment forward.
Mistress Mommy pulled up to the store. "Get out and let's go in...and be sure to
do just what I say!" I opened the door. "Hold on to the hem of your dress and
mince along side of me."
"Yes Mistress Mommy!" I sashayed right along side of her while daintily grasping
my dress hem with both hands, which sported pink fingernail polish.
We came to the automatic opening doors and coming out were some teenage girls.
"Look at the cutiepie!" one of them sang out.
"Curtsey for them Candy," Mistress Mommy instructed and I did a full curtsey
with my teensy skirting lifted completely for them. The girls laughed at the
spectacle and quickly ran off, giggling away.
Seeing the handbasket on the floor for the customers to use, Mistress Mommy told
me to pick one up and do it sissy style by bending over fully, then to carry the
basket in one hand while holding the hem of my dress with the other. A loud wolf
whistle came sailing our way.
"Look at that crazy sissy!" a loud male voice went and I heard his friends make
remarks as I picked up the red basket that went so nicely with my pink dress.
Then
I turned around and here were three older men, all dressed like real men.
"Curtsey for them too Candy," Mistress Mommy ordered, so I lifted with my one
free hand the oh-so-short Lil Girlie dress and dipped sweetly. This brought out
huge laughs and even more teasing remarks. We had not even made it to an aisle
in the store yet!
It was going to be a long drawn out shopping trip that night and when it was
over I figured over 30 people must have seen me prissily moving about and
showing my pretty panties off. One of the female clerks at the checkstand asked
Mistress Mommy about the my well-reddened ass cheeks peeking out from my panties
and I was told to tell the lady what had happened.
"I have been spanked so I become ever sweeter and obediant for my Mistress
Mommy!" and this brought out a smirk and a laugh from the lady.
The lady clerk said, "I hope she blisters your butt good for showing off your
panties like that. You are so naughty!"
"Believe me, Little Miss Candy here will be getting spanked good on a regular
basis!" Mistress Mommy mentioned. "Now curtsey for the nice lady!" I did so
after which I loaded the groceries into a cart, bending over fully for each bag
I placed in the cart. Then I had to push the cart while bending over some, with
Mistress Mommy walking behind me, making sure I was bent over enough to keep the
pantyshow going all the way back to the car which seemed so far away at the back
of the lot. A couple more horn honks and some yells let me know that the public
pantyshow in my pretty Pink Shorty dress continued to be seen.
Loading up the trunk and bending over with each individual plastic bag to show
my pantied rear to the greatest extent, I completed the unloading and had one
more chore to do.
"Now I want you to be a good girl for me and take that cart all the way back to
the inside of the store the very same way you brought it out. I'll be waiting
right here as long as you are quick!" Mistress Mommy smiled and I curtseyed and
proceeded to take the cart back, this time mincing along all by myself back to
the store. It felt so scary to be out in public dressed like this and all alone.
As I came out of the store again I heard Mistress Mommy say, "Now be sure to
hold on to the hem of your dress and prance yourself over here now young lady!"
I quickly picked up the hem of my pretty dress and did just as I had been told.
Girlish giggles broke out from a car coming into the lot as they caught me in
their headlights as I minced along so sweetly towards Mistess Mommy's car, which
had been parked a good ways away. Soon enough I was by the car door.
"Now curtsey and get in. Don't worry, we'll be coming back to the store in the
daylight tomorrow so everyone who comes then can see just how pretty you are!"
"Yes Mistress Mommy," I replied and climbed into the car, spreading my legs so
anyone seeing me could look up my dress all the way to the pretty pantied crotch
I would be sporting and showing off from that time forward.
Mistress Mommy was not going to be shy in the slightest about making sure that
my pantyshowing petticoat punishment was known to all. I figured in a matter of
24 hours she would make sure that the better part of the city section we lived
in would know all about me.
After a few days of this I would also automatically move along just as sissy
sweet as I could everywhere I was, at home and in public. The longer it went on
the deeper I would feel myself becoming as big a sissy as I looked. I had wished
to become Mommy's Lil Girlie and she had gone one step further in making me live
as a sissy man in too-short cute pantyshowing dresses and having to deal with
the world and it's ridicule on an everyday basis for not just a few days or
weeks, but for many years to come.
What I had wished for I had received in full and there would be no turning back
after that first dressing up, that first real spanking to tears, that first time
out to the store. Like the real sissy I was I had succumbed to my deviate
fantasy desires completely.
candytv@yahoo.com
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Date: 27 May 2005
Time: 15:13:37
Fantasy:
being dressed in pretty maids uniform serving a strict mmisstres all day and her
friends mmmmmmmmmyes thats what this girl needes
