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Jacqui
by Anonymous Author (address withheld)
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A married man is dominated by his perverted neighbor
when she finds out about his fetishes. (FFdom/M, bi,
shemale, cd, sissy)
***
John and his wife had gone to a party at the home of
Barbara, one of their friends. Barbara was tall and
statuesque. A very striking divorcee who gave every
indication of being eager for sexual activity. John had
met her before his marriage at a time when his finance
was living in another city. Barbara had come on strong
at the time, but John hadn't responded.
The party had gone on for several hours and most people
had left when John went upstairs to use the head. As was
his habit, he quickly checked for evidence of stray
feminine undergarments which he might fondle. None were
in immediate evidence so he stepped into the bedroom and
slipped open a drawer. John had done this routine
sufficiently often so that he had a sixth sense for the
location of the lingerie.
He was rewarded by the sight of satin and nylon in a
profusion of colors and styles. As he had suspected,
this was a woman who pampered herself with a delicate
selection of panties and bras. As John had surmised from
hugging Barbara whenever they met, (this was always an
opportunity to make a cursory check of the type bra
being worn).
There was a selection of front and back-hook bras. Most
were very flimsy and delicate and there also were many
with underwires to support her luscious breasts when she
did not want them to jiggles. Some were demibra styles
for wear with cleaving decolletage. Even better, they
were 36-C which meant that they would be a perfect fit
for Jacqui.
While the temptation to linger over this find was
strong, John was emboldened to try another drawer.
Again, his desires were realized when he found lacy
slips and several garter belts with real nylon stockings
among the pantyhose. Needless to say, John was rapidly
transported into ecstasy as he began to contemplate
playing Jacqui with this treasure trove.
Unfortunately, his preoccupation was so complete that he
failed to hear footsteps coming up the stairs and into
the room. His first clue was when he heard Barbara's
husky tone saying, "Well, can I infer that you prefer my
lingerie to me? This will interest your wife and our
friends."
John could only throw himself on Barbara's mercy,
explaining about Jacqui and begging her not to disclose
his secret yearning for feminine garments. "Very well,"
she replied, indicating her long held contempt for all
men which derived from her former husband's behavior in
leaving her for a much younger woman.
"I have always wanted a sissy male to serve me and you
should fit the bill nicely. I will make you sorry that
you intruded into my privacy and you can expect ample
humiliation to be coming your way. I won't share this
with your wife for now, but if you don't follow my
instructions, you can bet your panty clad ass she will
find out about you quickly."
"Tell your wife that you must work next Saturday and be
here at 9 a.m. Wear your bra and pink satin panties and
be sure to bring along a waist cincher, garter belt,
stockings, heels and a butt plug. I will begin your
training as a humiliated sissy shemale. Don't ever
expect the pleasure of wearing my feminine finery,
although I may allow you to earn the privilege of
worshipping it as a symbol of my superior body and your
weakness.
Needless to say, John thought of Saturday with both fear
and anticipation, knowing that he could indulge his love
of lingerie, while at the same time he could be
humiliated by this striking creature as she feminized
him still further.
Getting out of the house already wearing his bra and
panties was a problem because the bra was clearly
visible through his shirt. However, he quickly got to
his car without being seen by the neighbors. On the
other end, he was not so lucky as he had to walk a
distance.
Of course he encountered a group of teenage girls who
were chatting and giggling with youthful exuberance. He
could not avoid them and although it made him nervous he
wanted to see the outlines of their brassieres, even
though doing so increased his risk of exposure. How he
envied their developing breasts, swelling inside lovely
lacy bras.
Barbara greeted John by demanding that he demonstrate
that he was wearing a bra and panties before she would
let him enter her house. Although John was certain that
the teenage girls could be observing him, along with
whoever else might be watching, he had no choice. He
carefully raised the front of his shirt, trying to keep
the back in place until Barbara could see the nylon and
lace cups of his flimsy beige bra held snugly in place
with y-straps.
Far from being satisfied, her only comment was, "And
what else are you wearing? I want to see your pink
little panties, now." John fumbled with his fly, but was
informed that he was to open his belt and lower his
trousers before he would be allowed the safety of having
the door closed behind him. He could only comply.
Once she had him inside, Barbara instructed John to
remove all of his masculine clothing which she then
locked away in a trunk. Tying his hands behind him, she
demanded that he present himself kneeling before her to
pledge obedience to her superior female tits and pussy.
She demeaned his pathetic little nipples and clitty-
cock, reminding him that they were not worthy of the
nylon and lace lingerie that he so coveted. However, she
promised, in return for his devotion, to work on
improving his worthiness.
John was then blind-folded and required to stand clad,
only in bra, panties and heels, without moving until
Barbara returned. After a few minutes, she returned to
the room. To John's surprise she began to rub and
squeeze his nipples. The effect on his cock was
immediate. " Shall I take your panties down? 'Oh yes'
"Yes is not acceptable, you will never address me except
as 'Mistress'.
"Yes Mistress, please." John felt the panties being
slipped down to his knees.
Next he felt something being tied around his erect cock.
When the blindfold was removed he saw a pink bow
decorating his cock. Almost immediately there was a
flash and he realized that Barbara had taken his
picture. His erection quickly disappeared. "That, she
announced, is for documentation of your journey and as
further insurance of your continued obedience to my
commands."
Pulling his panties up tightly wedged into the crack of
his ass, Barbara untied Jacqui's hands and directed him
to don the rest of his feminine attire. With trembling
anticipation, Jacqui inserted rice-filled nylon bags
into the cups of her 36-C brassiere, carefully adjusting
the straps. The beige bra had been replaced with a black
underwire with satin cups to cover the bra forms. Jacqui
would have preferred a demi-bra, but pushup styles don't
work well for shemales with pretend tits.
He often wore less sturdy bras which allowed his pretend
tits to jiggle, but had decided that this was likely to
be a situation requiring some restraint, especially if
Mistress Barbara wanted to have him remove the bra forms
so that she could administer nipple punishment (which,
of course, Jacqui fervently hoped would be the case).
After requesting permission to remove the pink panties
which Mistress Barbara had pulled up to cover his
clitty-cock, Jacqui next forced himself into the black
waist cincher to flatten his tummy and to shape his
hips. He then fastened the red nylon garter belt around
his waist.
Sitting on a stool, he drew each of his black nylons up
his legs, attaching them carefully to the garters. In
front, the garters stretched tautly down his thighs,
framing his pubic hair and flaccid cock. The back two
suspenders curved over his buns. Jacqui then stepped
into black leather pumps with three inch heels.
Finally, before pulling up her snug satin panties,
Jacqui squatted down and inserted a gob of K-Y jelly,
followed by a butt plug into her puckered little
asshole. Squeezing her buns together to retain the butt-
plug, she stood and pulled her panties snugly over her
buns. While the panties would help to hold her plug in
place, Jacqui knew that she would have to keep her anal
sphincter muscles tightly clasped around the plug and
that doing so would remind her to maintain a more
feminine posture.
When Jacqui had completed that task, she pulled on a
short black half-slip which barely covered the tops of
her stocking as she stood uncomfortably before Mistress
Barbara, not knowing what was next. Jacqui hoped that
her clitty-cock would behave and remain in a flaccid
state. But, she knew that eventually it would demand
attention and Jacqui was apprehensive about her
Mistress' reaction.
Well," Barbara chuckled, "I can't decide whether you
look ridiculous, pathetic or cute." "I suppose you are a
bit of each. Perhaps some make-up would improve your
appearance, but I think that will have to wait until you
earn it by taking care of my needs."
"Now that you are all dressed-up, we'll go outside so I
can use the remainder of this film in natural light. We
do want to have an adequate record of your progress."
John was terrified because although he knew that the
backyard was fenced, it was visible from the upstairs
windows of adjoining houses. His terror was heightened
when they got outside and he could hear voices from the
next yard. But, he also knew that he had no choice but
to cooperate.
"If you want to pretend that you are a woman, I'll want
to see that your posture and gait are feminine. I don't
want you to be an embarrassment to we genetic girls who
have real tits to jiggle when we walk and long shapely
legs with well rounded buns for men to covet. Put some
sway into your walk so I can decide whether you are sexy
enough to excite my lesbian friends. Then perhaps we'll
see whether horny men notice you when I put you on
public display."
Jacqui, of course, had often practiced walking in heels.
She loved the feel of tension in her calves when walking
in heels, and adored the taut garters snugly holding her
stockings to her thighs. When Jacqui walked, the butt
plug wiggled, requiring strict attention to maintaining
a tight grip with her pretend pussy. And, she had to
keep her thighs tightly clasped to hold his clitty-cock
and scrotum tucked away so that they would not create an
unsightly bulge in Jacqui's panties. The result was
short, mincing steps which displayed an exaggerated
femininity, and provided a delicate bounce to Jacqui's
pretend tits.
"Well," declared Barbara, "even though you walk like
something is sticking up your ass, the effect isn't bad.
Training you may not take as long as I anticipated. If I
allow you to remove your butt plug, will you still be
able to stand and walk like a sissy male doing an
imitation of a real woman?" "Yes, Mistress," Jacqui
replied. "Very well, you may remove it, but don't think
that I'm finished with your little rosebud. If you want
to have a pretend pussy, I'm going to have to stretch
your little hole so it can accommodate my largest
dildo."
"First, I want some more pictures. Sit demurely with
your ankles crossed. Now, cross your hands across your
breasts as though you were shielding them from prying
male eyes trying to undress you. Lift your slip so I can
capture your garter tabs and your bulging mound which is
pretending to be labia. Now turn around and bend down so
we can see your panty covered ass."
"Now trot inside, remove your plug before you get too
excited and get yourself back here to me. If there is
any evidence that you have relapsed and done naughty
little boy things to your pathetic excuse for a pecker
while you are out of my sight, you will be severely
punished and our game will be over. I have more plans
for you and they do not include your sexual
gratification except under my control."
Keeping her tightly puckered asshole clasped around the
butt-plug, Jacqui teetered across the patio and quickly
went to Barbara's powder room. Lowering her satin
panties, and delicately lifting her slip, Jacqui
expelled the butt-plug, carefully wiping her asshole so
that no lubricant dripping from her shemale pussy would
stain her panties. She then pulled the panties snugly up
into her crotch so that her clitty-cock would be held
tightly out of sight and her scrotal sac with its
unfeminine balls retracted up into where her pussy would
be if only she had one.
Jacqui then washed her smelly plug with hot water and
soap and put it aside, wondering what was next in store.
Jacqui didn't have long to wait as Barbara immediately
summoned her with a brusque reminder that a Mistress
must never be kept waiting.
"You really are a titless, pussyless wimp who needs to
be chastised both for keeping me waiting, and for having
the audacity to pretend that you have breasts and a
vagina as though you were a real woman. You aren't
anything but a flat-chested sissy shemale. Take that
padding out of your bra and get on your knees in front
of me. I'll see if you can get erect nipples just as we
ladies are expected to have when a man fondles us."
Jacqui immediately kneeled in front of Barbara who was
seated in a lounge chair with her legs slightly spread
and her miniskirt hiked up to mid-thigh. Her creamy
white thighs were visible beyond the exposed tabs of her
garters. She was wearing a gauze-like blouse through
which the outline of her sheer lacy bra and the brown
circles of her nipples were noticeable.
"All little boys believe that girls tits grow from being
fondled and mauled. Do you believe that I can make your
tits grow by playing with them?"
"Oh yes, Mistress, please do," replied an ecstatic
Jacqui.
"You really are a foolish twit," replied the haughty
Barbara. "You couldn't fill that bra even if you
overdosed with hormones. What I will do is to make those
nipples so sensitive that you will know how it is for a
woman when her breasts are tender and distended because
of the time of the month and some pig of a man has
mauled them thinking that it felt good for her."
"I know that is what you want, but first you must get me
in the mood. You can start by licking my thighs, above
my stockings, until you have your nose buried in my
pubic hair and your tongue is licking my clitty. If you
can keep your hands to yourself, and away from yourself,
you will be allowed to suck my pussy for as long as I
enjoy it. If you can get me hot enough so that my
nipples push against my bra, I'll work on your pathetic
tits until you beg me to fuck your sissy shemale ass.
Now get started."
Jacqui was, of course, delighted at this opportunity to
serve her Mistress who already had Jacqui in an absolute
state of internal arousal and fighting hard to keep the
excitement from causing her clitty to become noticeably
tumescent. She quickly began licking the inner aspect of
Barbara's thighs. It was no time at all before Jacqui's
nose and lips were nuzzling Barbara's labia and tasting
the moist nectar inside of her cunt.
Jacqui knew, that in spite of Barbara's seeming
indifference, she was becoming aroused too. Not only was
Barbara's pussy getting more and more moist, but Jacqui
could sense the muscular quivers anticipatory to orgasm
in a woman whose cunt was throbbing from the attention
it was receiving. There were some telltale moans, as
well.
Suddenly, however, Jacqui's head was pushed away from
that delectable pulsing cunt so that her tongue was just
out of reach of those luscious labia, and she was
gripped between Barbara's powerful thighs.
Simultaneously, Jacqui felt Barbara's long fingernails
probing through the satiny fabric of her bra, raking
across Jacqui's nipples. "Now, you sissy bitch,"
breathed Barbara, "you are about to experience the
exquisite torment of nipple punishment and pleasure."
With that, Barbara pinched and rubbed Jacqui's nipples
until the shemale was aroused almost beyond tolerance.
Both Barbara and Jacqui were wracked with great orgasmic
convulsions as wave after wave of release swept over
them. The pressure of Barbara's thighs, the taste of her
pussy on Jacqui's lips, the stimulation of her nipples,
and the gentle friction of stockings and panties
caressing her genitals were causing Jacqui to cum in the
satiny panties even though no one had touched her
clitty-cock.
She could feel the sticky goo collecting in her crotch.
It was warm and wonderful, and Jacqui knew she would
still be horny after her satin panties had turned damp
and sticky.
As they both lay exhausted, Barbara reclined in her
chair and Jacqui kneeled on the ground awaiting further
instruction from her Mistress. Barbara informed Jacqui
that while she had made a good start, it would be
necessary for Jacqui to exercise better self control
during future sessions.
"You may leave now. Change into the bra you wore when
you arrived, but leave those panties on so that you will
be reminded of how a woman feels when some man's cum is
dripping from her cunt after she has been fucked. And,
be back here at 9 next Saturday. I'll have some new
adventures for us. You know the rules so dress
accordingly."
"You also have an assignment. I expect you to spend at
least one hour a day with that plug inserted deeply into
your virgin asshole. I want it to be well dilated next
week for you to feel what it is like to be on the
receiving end of a hard prick, or to wear a tampon as
genetic girls must."
I also expect you to be wearing a training bra. You
don't deserve the luxury of satin cups, a firm underwire
and delicate lace. I saw you admiring those teenage
girls outside and I just know you were thinking about
their cute little bras and panties. I'll bet you were
wishing that your tits were growing just like theirs.
Perhaps I should invite them in to show them how
ridiculous you pathetic men are. They should be learning
how to appreciate their soft downy pussies and tender
young tits which are superior in every way to male
bodies."
"I am going to give you more nipple training. Your
pathetic pretend tits certainly need it. And one other
thing, except for a sanitary belt and napkin to keep
your butt plug in place, you are forbidden to wear any
lingerie until you dress to come here next week. I don't
want you getting aroused and wasting your cum. I have
plans for every drop that you can store between now and
your next training session."
"Oh Mistress," pleaded Jacqui, "please don't make me
wear my bra when I leave here. I will wear my cum filled
panties, but how can I get into the house wearing a bra
without Mimi detecting it?"
"You should have thought about that before you went
rummaging into my underwear and agreed to have me give
you petticoat training, you pathetic pussy. You should
be pleased that I am permitting you to wear it for a few
more minutes. Remember, it's going to be a long week
before you are to be allowed the pleasure of a bra with
the feeling of nylon and lace around your tiny nipple-
buds, and that will be only a flimsy teen bra and not an
exquisite creation of satin and lace which molds and
caresses the breasts and nipples of a real woman."
"I will see you next week, and be prepared for more
petticoat training. I want those nipples and that hole
ready."
Mimi had been asleep when John left the house that
morning. He could only hope, as he drove home, that she
would be distracted when he got home long enough for him
to remove his bra and cum filled panties.
When he entered the house, however, Mimi greeted him
with a smile and a hug. "My," she whispered as she
traced her finger over the outline of his bra, "what is
this?" Jake gasped and replied, "I felt sorry that I had
to leave you this morning so I wanted to be thinking
about your tits snuggled in your bra all day since I
didn't have an opportunity to fondle them this morning."
Pushing John away, Mimi said softly, "Don't lie to me
you sissy. You wore this bra all day because you wanted
to pretend you had luscious tits like mine. Now drop
your trousers so that I can see what you have under
them. Have you been wearing my panties again?"
John knew she suspected something so he decided to
respond directly, "You know that I'm wearing the panties
that you had around your pussy and buns yesterday,
dearest."
"I want to see them," insisted Mimi. "I want to be
certain that you haven't stretched them with a naughty
erection."
With great trepidation, not knowing how accepting Mimi
would be, John turned around and dropped his trousers so
that Mimi could see his buns but not the damp stain in
his crotch. "Turn around," Mimi demanded.
When John didn't respond, Mimi slapped his ass with her
hand. "Barbara called me, and I know all about your day
and what led up to it. She and I have discussed your
behavior and training and I have decided to help her. I
know that you have been wearing my panties without
permission and stretching my bras by wearing them
without my permission. I've found your cache of undies,
your heels, butt-plug and fantasy articles. I want you
dressed in your sissy clothes now so that you can
demonstrate what you have learned and I can determine
how best to continue your training."
"It would be good punishment for you to follow Barbara's
orders and not wear lingerie for a week. But, we have
discussed a better arrangement. You will remain dressed
as a sissy shemale, including a plug up your ass and a
sanitary napkin, at all times in my presence. That way I
can be sure that you are punished if your clitty gets
hard and you are tempted to play with it. If you are not
with me, you will wear male clothes, including baggy
cotton underpants."
"Now," she continued, "take off those disgusting,
soiled panties and that bra. Go to the bathroom and
shave your legs and body including your balls. I want
you to trim your pubic hair so it is nice and feminine.
When you have removed all the ugly male=8Ahair that you
can reach, I will inspect you and shave your back."
Even though he was uncertain as to where this would all
lead, John was excited and pleased, although hoping that
his clitty-cock would behave. At least he would be able
to continue to wear nylon panties and bras, even though
he would have preferred real brassieres to a skimpy
training bra. John had also long secretly fantasized
about shaving his legs and trimming his pubic hair. He
looked forward to smooth legs so that he could try
stockings other that the dark ones he customarily wore
to hide his shapely but hairy legs.
John quickly went to the bathroom, relieved that his
secret was in the open. Although he was somewhat
apprehensive about the future, he quickly decided that
if he behaved, he could expect to be treated as a female
and would have two real women with wonderful tits and
pussys and a whole new supply of lingerie to adore. He
stepped into the shower and began his transformation.
When he had finished shaving, including his face so that
he would be smooth all over, Jacqui (for he was now
feeling very feminine) shyly and demurely called to
Mimi. She inspected him carefully and pronounced her
satisfaction. Reaching into the vanity, she produced a
large butt-plug which she lubricated.
"It's time we got you accustomed to the experience of
having an object inserted into your most intimate body
cavity. Real women spend almost 25 per cent of their
time wearing a tampon and are expected to accept male
cocks at other times. Since you only have one pathetic
hole, it will have to serve both functions. Until we can
get you some tampons, a sanitary belt and pads to chafe
between your thighs, and a dildo for me to use on you,
this will do. Bend over so you can start to feel filled
while I finish shaving you."
Jacqui obediently bent over, gratefully accepting the
plug into her (for she was now ecstatically into her
female self) puckered rosebud. She immediately and
reflexively tightened her anal muscles and squeezed the
butt-plug with her buns so that it would remain in
place. She then kneeled in the hard tub while Mimi
shaved the remaining hair from her back.
"Now go to the bedroom and put on the pink panties and
pink training bra that you will find there. Put on the
white shorts and knit shirt and wear the low heeled
shoes I have purchased for you. Then we are going
shopping to buy sanitary supplies for you and a variety
of dildos for me to use in converting your tight asshole
into a usable cunt for Barbara and me to use at our
pleasure. We may find other uses for it as well."
"But Mimi," cried Jacqui, "I can't go out that way.
Everyone will see the outline of my pink panties and
bra, and what will they think of a man wearing heels?"
"In the first place," replied Mimi, "you will address me
as Mistress, because that is what I am. I do not intend
to permit my pussy-worshipping, sissy-slave to be on a
first name basis with a superior female person. Second,
you have always enjoyed secretly observing panty and bra
outlines on real women. It is about time that you were
the object of lewd and rude stares from men and women.
"If I hear one more word of argument, you will have some
cute red polish for your fingernails and toes so that
you will be even more obvious as a sissy. To make
certain that you receive enough attention, you had
better work at putting a seductive wiggle in your ass
when you walk. Barbara tells me that your are skilled at
wiggling your ass especially when you are busy trying to
retain your tampon. Now get going. I am impatient to get
you to the Mall where you can be seen."
Under Mimi's watchful eye, Jacqui went to the bedroom
where she found the panties, bra and low heeled shoes
laid out. Although she was disappointed to see that the
panties were cotton rather than nylon, they were a
feminine cut and their snug fit caressed Jacqui's buns.
The bra was nylon.
It didn't really have defined cups, but only simple
nylon triangles held together with thin elastic bands
which Jacqui knew would not be nearly as enticing as the
underwire bra with satin cups and a wide band that she
preferred. The silky nylon did rub gently against
Jacqui's nipples which were still erect and tender from
Barbara's earlier teasing.
Mimi sensed Jacqui's reluctance to wear these plain
garments, commenting "You will have to earn the right to
wear truly feminine undergarments just as little girls
must go through the uncertainty of waiting to see
whether their little nipple buds will grow large enough
to require sexy brassieres. Now get dressed."
"You will need some careful training before you get into
nylon, satin and lace. We are prepared to share our
female hormone pills with you. They won't give you
wonderful tits like ours, but they will enlarge your
breasts. Better still, your nipples will become engorged
and sensitive just as ours do before our period. Then
some nipple training will lead you to appreciate a real
brassiere. Perhaps you need some silicone implants."
Jacqui dressed quickly for going out in public where
everyone would know that he was not a real woman but a
sissy-shemale as they noticed the outline of his
feminine panties and his pink teen bra. Jacqui hoped
that she would soon be allowed to make a more complete
female appearance with real lingerie and makeup
including nail polish and a wig.
FIN
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