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Dana's Revenge ? Part 3
(This is the third chapter of Dana's Revenge. Joannie, formerly John,
is being punished by Dana for having strung her along for two years
before breaking up with her. Dana has put him in chastity belt and said
he won't get out for two years; during which time he must obey her as
she transforms him into a sissy.)
After finishing jotting down a few notes for the paper due on Friday I
went into the bathroom and got ready for bed. I took a shower, shaved
my legs and underarms, and then put on my teddy and got into bed. As I
lay there wearing my lingerie as Joannie, my prick told me that I was
still John. I began to think of Laurie but as soon as I started to get
arouse my 'cage' quickly tempered such thoughts with a jolt of pain.
The cage was the 'ever vigilant' guard of my actions as well as my
thoughts. Even in prison the guards are not watching their prisoners
24/7, but my guard never sleeps and is always diligent in her singular
task of controlling my manhood. I set my alarm for 5:30 and fell off to
sleep dreading what tomorrow would bring.
The next morning, shortly after I got up, the phone rang and I knew it
was Dana.
"Good morning, Joannie. I hope you slept well. I won't keep you long
for I know you have some chores to do before you leave for work. I just
wanted to tell you that I have a surprise for you today after work, so
make sure that you are home by 6:00. Well hurry up and get ready so you
can get your chores done before you leave. See you soon."
I thought to myself what kind of surprise could she have for me now as
I dressed in my maid's outfit and did my assigned tasks. As I left for
work looking like a man on the outside but wearing lingerie underneath
I once again wondered how long I could keep up this charade before
somebody accidentally found out.
When I arrived at work the first person I ran into was Laurie. As
always she was dressed like a goddess. Laurie approached me in a
hurried fashion.
"Good morning, John. Sorry I can't stand here and chat with you. I have
to run an errand for the boss. I hope we are still on for this Friday."
"Sure, Laurie. I very much look forward to going out with you," I said
as Laurie was racing out the door.
I still didn't have a clue how I was going to arrange this clandestine
meeting with Laurie without Dana finding out, but I still had a few
days to work on that. Work went by slowly and for once I was glad about
that for I much rather be here than experiencing first hand Dana's
newest surprise for me.
I left work at exactly 5:00 for I knew I couldn't risk disobeying Dana.
When I arrived home I noticed Dana's car in front and knew that the
'surprise' was more than likely already awaiting me.
"Hello, Joannie. Why don't you quickly change into the clothes I have
laid out for you in your bedroom. And don't forget to put on your make-
up. Don't take forever. I know that it often takes women so long to get
ready, but it's only us girls so don't worry about trying to impress
anyone.
As I walked into my bedroom I noticed a simple pair of white cotton
panties, a white bra and a pair of overalls. I put on my make-up,
changed into my clothes and then returned to Dana who was in the Living
Room. Next to her was a pile of something draped underneath a large
tarp.
"Joannie, what is your favorite color?"
"Dana, you know that my favor color is green."
"I wasn't asking what John's favorite color was, I am asking what is
Joannie's favorite color. Be careful how you answer; remember you are
now a girl and you should have a girlie color."
"I like Pink," I said reluctantly and with some trepidation.
"What shade of pink?"
"Hot Pink?" I said more like a question than a statement.
"Is that a question or an answer?"
"I like hot pink" I said for it was my only safe choice.
"I am glad to hear that, Joannie. That's exactly what I thought you
would say."
With that Dana quickly pulled back the tarp and revealed a couple of
gallons of paint as well as a number of painting supplies.
"Joannie, I know these past several days have not been easy for you,
and you have been such a good girl lately that I thought I would give
you a little present. This is the new paint for your bedroom. It's hot
pink, you're favorite color! We are going to paint your bedroom tonight
and if we work quickly we'll have it done before your bedtime."
I couldn't believe my eyes or ears. Not only has Dana imprisoned my
manhood, dressed me in feminine clothes, and monitored my house 24/7,
she now was going to make me live in a little girl's room.
We first cleared out all the furniture and took everything off the
walls and then laid down the tarps. When I opened the can of paint I
was surprised at how pink it really was. It had taken me quite a while
to get my room the way I liked it and now Dana was changing all that
overnight. With the first stripe of pink paint from the roller over my
green walls I let out an audible gasp that Dana must have heard.
"It's alright, Joannie. You can cry if you want to. I know that they
would be tears of happiness, for after all what little girl wouldn't
want a bright hot pink room?"
As we painted for the next couple of hours I saw my green walls being
eaten by the hot pink paint. Around 9:00 we finished and Dana had me
clean the paint brushes and rollers, and then had me put all the
supplies in the basement with the comment that we never know when we
might need them again. I then proceeded to carry my stuff back into
bedroom.
"Joannie, what are you doing?"
"I am putting my stuff back."
"Do you really think that we painted this room pink and made it so
pretty so that you could put all that old junk back in there? You may
set up your computer so that I can monitor you but the rest of that
stuff has to go. I have a man from the Salvation Army coming tomorrow
to pick all this up. I told him that I would meet him around 9:00 a.m.
while you are at work. For tonight I brought over a sleeping bag for
you."
Dana produced a 'Little Mermaid' sleeping bag and laid it in the middle
of my now empty bedroom.
"You may sleep in this tonight. I have also bought you a present ? well
actually you bought it, I just used your credit card, but it's the
thought that counts- a new nightgown. I got it from Jenny at the
Lingerie store. She said that it would fit you perfectly for she
special ordered it from a catalog that caters to sissy men. Don't you
just love it?"
It was a nightgown with a picture of the 'Little Mermaid' on the front,
which matched my sleeping bag perfectly.
"What do you say?"
"Thank you Dana," I said reluctantly. "It is just lovely."
"Joannie, it's getting late and you need to get ready for bed. Hurry up
and take a shower and put on your new nightgown. I am going to go home.
When you get out of the shower make sure that the computer is hooked
up. I want to see you in your new outfit before you go to bed. I'll
talk to you later." With that Dana left me alone in my newly painted
bedroom.
I took my shower and spent extra time making sure that I removed all
evidence of the pink paint from my body. I then stepped into my new
nightgown and started to set up the computer. At exactly 9:59 Dana
called.
"Joannie, you look great, and your room looks so much better. You have
worked hard tonight and deserve a little break. Tomorrow you can sleep
in until 7:00 and skip your chores. I will see you tomorrow. Good night
and don't let the bed bugs bite."
I turned off the lights and got into my 'Little Mermaid' sleeping bag.
But even with the lights off it seemed my room still glowed from the
hot pink paint. I was tired and quickly fell asleep. The next morning I
woke at 7:00 and got ready for work. As usual Dana called in the
morning and told me that she would see me tonight when I got home. She
also reminded me that I had a 5:15 tanning appointment. At work I tried
to avoid everyone, especially Laurie. When I left at 5:00 I ran into
Paul walking out the door.
"John, how are you doing? I don't seem to see as much of you anymore?
Is everything alright?"
"Paul, everything is fine. I just have a lot on my mind. I'll see you
later." Little did Paul know how much my life has changed over these
past couple of weeks. I arrived home at 5:59 barely making it by 6:00.
"Joannie, you are cutting it kind of close aren't you?"
"I'm sorry Dana. It took a little longer at the tanning salon than I
thought."
"Well close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you to, I have
another surprise for you." Dana led me around the house and then into
the bedroom and said, "You can open your eyes."
I was floored. My once masculine bedroom had been totally transformed.
She had bought, with my money, no less, a whole new bedroom set of
white furniture adorned with roses and flowers. I had a wrought iron
day bed against one wall with a flowery comforter on top. In addition
to the comforter were a lot of pillows and stuffed animals. There were
also a couple of dressers, and the one had a large mirror on the top.
In one corner there was a full-length mirror and in the other corner
there was a vanity table where I could sit to put on my makeup. The
furniture was bad enough but the decorations were even worse. The walls
were covered with all sorts of things one would expect to find in a
teenage girl's bedroom. There were posters of the latest rock groups
along with pin-up posters of guys posing in jeans without their shirts
on. There were even blocked letters that spelt 'Joannie's Room'.
"How do you like it?"
I was too stunned to speak. I just stood there gazing at what used to
be my bedroom.
"Joannie, what's wrong? I thought you would love it."
"Dana, what have you done?"
"Careful Joannie. Just because we are becoming girlfriends don't forget
who is in charge of whom."
"Dana, please stop all of this. I am so sorry for what I did to hurt
you. But enough is enough. I can't take it anymore. You got to let me
go. It's not fair making me live like this. What gives you the right to
control me and everything I do!"
"Joannie, what's wrong with you? I thought we were doing so well."
"What do you mean what's wrong with me? I no longer have a life and
things may be going well for you but not for me."
"Joannie, just sit back and collect your thoughts for a while. Just
listen to me while I talk. You are in the situation you are because you
were a jerk to me. You say that what is happening to you is not fair,
but I must disagree. You strung me along for two years and that wasn't
fair. You took 2 years from me and now I am taking that from you.
Actually I am taking almost 2 ? years, but that last 6 months is of
your own doing. I control you for I can. You are wearing a chastity
belt that you will never be able to remove without the key and I am the
key holder.
If you ever, and I mean ever, cum again it will be at my discretion and
at my whim. Do you really want to chance making me mad enough that I
destroy that key? Think about it John, and I do mean John, not Joannie.
If I destroy that key you will never experience the joy of orgasm
again. You will die an old man with a dick that has shriveled up due to
atrophy. Do you really want to never experience the joy of cumming
again? Do you never want to feel again a hot tongue going up and down
your penis or the pleasure of a warm, moist pussy encasing your prick.
John you forget I was your 'so called' girlfriend for 2 years. I know
how much you enjoy cumming and I know the thought of living the rest of
your life without that joy absolutely terrifies you. And besides all
that do you really want your family, friends, co-workers, and for that
matter the whole world, to know the life you have been living. I have
enough on tape to ruin you forever. John, think about all that. If you
want this to end then just walk out the door and see what happens. If
you want to remain Joannie until I release you, after you have paid
your debt, then tell me how much you appreciate everything I have done
for you. Will the next voice I hear be John or Joannie? If it is John
then prepare to live your life caged and humiliated and if it is
Joannie then I will forget this little escapade ever happened, but it
better never happen again. You have a big choice to make."
"Dana, thank you for making my room so beautiful," I said, for it was
my only real option. "I am a lucky girl to have such a beautiful room.
It is absolutely wonderful!"
"Joannie, do you really like it?"
"Dana, it is everything I ever wanted. I wish everyone could see how
beautiful it is!" After saying that I thought I had gone a little too
far. I didn't want to give Dana any ideas.
"Joannie, I am so glad you love it. I worked really hard getting it all
ready for you. Well, I have to go and get some things done. I'll leave
you to admire your new room. And remember that paper is due Friday
evening. I look forward to reading it. I'll talk to you later, bye."
When Dana left I sat on my new bed with all the frilly extras and
thought about what she had said, and she was absolutely right. She knew
me so well. The thought of never cumming again did indeed terrify me. I
didn't know how I was going to survive the next 2 years without
release, but I knew that as difficult as this would be living life
without EVER cumming again would be impossible, and Dana knew that so
well. She had me where she wanted me and I was totally helpless. I so
much wanted to get out of this damn belt but I now knew without a doubt
that my only chance of release lay (no pun intended) in Dana's Hands.
With that thought permeating all of my thoughts I put pen to paper and
started to write my paper on why girls cry.
Around 9:50 that evening Dana called and said that she had been
watching me over the computer the last couple of hours and was
impressed and happy with how hard I was working on my paper.
"Joannie, I am very much looking forward to reading your paper. I will
be over around 7:00 Friday evening for dinner so be sure to fix
something extra special and wear that cute little black evening dress
you bought for dinner. And by the way I forgot to tell you that my
mother invited you to our family picnic this Saturday. I hope you can
come ? you see they still think that you love me and that I am your
girlfriend. Pick me up at noon on Saturday and be sure to pack a nice
picnic lunch for us. I will see you Friday at 7:00. Good night,
Joannie."
What was I going to do? I very much wanted to go out with Laurie on
Friday but I now realized that this was going to be quite impossible. I
needed more time to come up with some plan on how Laurie and I might be
able to go out in the future, but for now I was too well monitored. I
knew that I would have to come up with some plausible excuse on
how to break our date.
When I got up Friday morning I did my chores as usual and got to work a
few minutes early. I met Paul and told him that I really needed his
help. I told him about Laurie and how I had to break our date this
evening. Thank God Paul is not the nosy type, he didn't even ask why.
He truly thought that a guy shouldn't have to justify himself to
another guy and that he shouldn't have to explain his actions to any
woman. My plan was to go into the bathroom around 3:00 and put my head
under the hand dryer in the bathroom a few times to make me look red in
the face and to really sweat. I was then going to come out of the
bathroom and talk to Paul making sure Laurie was close enough to hear.
"John, what's wrong? You look awful."
"Ya, Paul, I feel like shit. I just threw up in the bathroom and I
think I have a fever."
"Why don't you go home early and go to bed?"
"I can't. I promised Laurie I would go out with her after work and I
already had to break one date and ?"
"John, I heard you and Paul from my office," Laurie said. "You do look
like crap, sorry, but it's true. What kind of girl do you think I am?
Of course I wouldn't be upset if you went home and got some rest.
Disappointed yes, but not upset or angry. I hope it's not the flu. Go
home and go to bed. Hopefully, you'll be better on Monday. See you
then, now go home and take care of yourself."
The plan worked like a charm although I didn't know how many more times
I could plausibly put Laurie off without the risk of her losing
interest.
I arrived home and began to cook dinner and put the final touches on my
paper. I changed into my black evening gown and met Dana at the door
when she arrived.
"Joannie, what a lovely table you set. You really didn't need to set
the table so elegantly with candles and all. And you got so dressed up
for me ? what a nice surprise."
It took control not to shout back, "What are you talking about? You
told me to do all this!" But instead I meekly replied, "It's nothing.
And I like dressing up for you."
"Well why don't we sit down and eat."
During dinner Dana made casual conversation about her day and we talked
about all sorts of 'girly' things as though it was nothing out of the
ordinary. After dinner I served dessert and then Dana was interested in
hearing my paper.
"Joannie, why don't we move into the living room so I can sit
comfortably while you present your paper. And please bring me a glass
of white wine."
We moved into the living room and Dana removed her heels and sat on her
legs at the end of my couch sipping on her wine as she motioned for me
to read my paper.
"You want me to read it out loud?"
"Of course silly. I think it will be better if you read it to me. This
way I can hear the subtleties of the author come forward."
"When one goes to ?"
"Joannie, is that how you began a paper in school? I don't think so.
Now start over and do it right."
"Why Girls Cry by Joannie. When one goes to the movies, especially what
modern society has labeled as the 'Chick' movie, one often can notice a
tear or two trickling down a young girl's face. This may cause a boy to
chuckle to himself wondering why the female of the species is so weak,
but in reality tears are not a sign of weakness, but rather a mark of
strength. Deep within the soul of a woman there is a fountain of
strength that their male counterpart will never experience or
understand. Tears are simply the manifestation of this inner strength
and beauty. When a man looks at the world he sees the world as it is,
but when a woman looks as the world she sees the world not only as it
is, but also how it could be. She is able to see beyond the purely
physical landscape of the world and can envision how this landscape is
merely the background on which a much greater story unfolds, the story
of interpersonal relationships. The man operates on the level of sight
and sound, while the female operates on the level of beauty and love?."
"Very, very good Joannie. I am truly impressed. You even brought a tear
to my eye. There is hope yet that you will make a splendid female
before all this is over. I hope you keep up the good work. I must now
go home and get ready for our picnic tomorrow. Be sure to pick me up by
noon and under your shorts just wear a pair of white cotton panties.
And before you come by my place be sure to stop by the tanning salon ?
we need to work on those bikini lines. See you tomorrow, good night."
The next morning I awoke and did all my chores before going to the
tanning salon. I arrived at Dana's at 11:55 and we arrived at the
picnic at 12:30. As we were driving there Dana laid down the ground
rules for me. She wouldn't address me as 'Joannie' but neither would
she call me 'John'. If I wanted to do anything I would need to ask her
permission and if she were talking with somebody then I would have to
patiently wait. She informed me that if I violated these rules then her
family would be the first to witness 'Joannie's coming out party'.
When we arrived, I was greeted by her mother with a big hug.
"How are you doing John," Dana's mother inquired. "It has been a while
since I've seen you. What have you been up to?"
"Oh I've just been busy."
We joined her other relatives under the pavilion at the park. Dana has
a large family. She has 3 brothers and 2 sisters and untold cousins,
aunts and uncles. There must have been close to 60 people at this
picnic when we arrived. We ate lunch with her brother Mike and his wife
Cheryl, and her sister Beth and her husband Mark. After everyone ate
lunch people started to organize different activities.
Dana's brother Mike went around trying to organize a softball game for
the guys. When he returned back to our table to get his glove he asked
me if I wanted to play. I didn't know what to say. I looked to Dana for
help but got none.
"Hey John, do you want to play. I know how much you like it. You are
always our star pitcher."
"I don't know," I replied stalling for time and assistance.
"Come on," Mike said, "I am sure that Dana wouldn't mind. All the girls
are just going to stay here and talk anyway."
"Dana do you care if I play softball?"
"Is that a request? It doesn't sound like one. It sounds like you are
merely informing me of what you have already decided," Dana said.
"Come on, Dana," Mike replied. "Who are you, his mother, that he has to
ask you if he can go out and play or not?"
"I don't know what he thinks I am Mike," Dana replied. "I just think it
would be nice if considered my feelings before he always jumped up and
did what he wanted."
"Dana, may I please play softball with Mike and the guys?"
Before Dana had a chance to answer Mike chimed in, "What are you doing
John? If you want to play, then play. If you don't, then don't. You
don't need my baby sister telling you what you can or can't do!"
I wished that Mike would just drop the subject and let Dana and I talk.
"Is that right," Dana said to me. "You don't think you should do what I
want?"
"Dana, may I please play softball with Mike and the guys?"
"No. I don't think you should play softball today. Why don't you just
stay here with me and the girls and chat."
"Well, John? Are you going to play or not?" Mike asked.
"I am sorry, but I think I'll sit this game out."
"I can't believe it," Mike said with a sigh. "Who would have thunk that
they would have seen the day that John would have to ask my baby sister
for permission to play softball with the guys? I hope you enjoy your
times with the ladies." With that said Mike and Mark went off to play
leaving me at the table with Dana, Beth and Cheryl.
"Dana, what's got into you?" her sister Beth asked.
"I have never seen you like this before," Cheryl chimed in.
"I just thought it was about time I looked after myself and my needs,"
Dana said.
"Doesn't John mind this?" Beth said as though I wasn't even there.
"Ask him yourself?"
"John, do you always listen to what Dana says?" Beth inquired
I didn't know how to answer this question without this conversation
leading places I did not want it to go.
"Why don't you answer her," Dana asked.
"Yes, I do Beth. I respect Dana and care about her feelings." I thought
that this was safe since it made me look like the very considerate and
sensitive man.
"Well I still can't believe it," Beth went on. "I agree with Mike. Who
would have thought that the baby of the family would have such control
over a man like Mike?"
"Dana, how do you do it?" Cheryl inquired. "I would love to have such
control over Mike."
"Me too. I would love for Mark to consider my feelings every now and
then," Beth said.
"It's really not that difficult," Dana replied. "You just have to show
them that life will be much easier for them if they do things your way
instead of theirs."
"What are you guys talking about?" Emily, Dana's oldest sister, said.
"We are talking about how Dana has John pussy whipped," Beth replied.
In no time at all there was a crowd of women at our table. They began
to talk about Dana and how she has me under her thumb. As the
discussion got heated Dana gave me new instructions.
"Why don't you go over there and play with the kids? They need someone
to help them swing the rope for jump rope," Dana said to me.
As I was walking over there I heard women saying, "It really is true?!
He does do everything she asks?he must really be pussy whipped?how can
I get my husband to do this?"
After about thirty minutes of playing with the kids I really had to
pee. I was tempted to go to the bathroom but I didn't want to do so
without permission. But every time I glanced at Dana there seemed to be
a larger crowd around her. I waited as long as I could but I eventually
had to ask permission or go in my pants. When I got to the table
everyone had dispersed but Dana, Beth, Cheryl and Emily.
"What's wrong John, are you tired of playing with the kids?" Emily
asked
"No. I just had to go to the bathroom."
"Why don't you just go then? Why do we need to know this? This is way
too much information," Beth said.
"Has Johnny come to ask Dana for permission?'' Cheryl mockingly said.
"Come on Cheryl, no guy is that whipped," Emily said.
"Can I help you?" Dana said to me.
As much as I had to go I couldn't bring myself to ask for permission
now.
"No. I just came over to tell you how great this picnic is."
"I thought you had to use the bathroom?" Cheryl said.
"Here, have another beer," Dana said.
She had to know by the way I was hopping around how desperate I was but
she gave no indication of this.
"Now go back and play with the kids while us girls talk," Dana said.
I drank my beer and that only increased the pressure on my poor
bladder. Another 30 minutes later and I was in legitimate pain. I once
again approached Dana and the ladies but this time they didn't even
seem to acknowledge presence. It was a full 10 minutes before Emily
said, "Dana, I think John wants to ask you something."
"Yes," Dana dramatically said.
"May I please use the bathroom?"
"You may. And when you are finished why don't you go play ball with the
men. I think they would like that."
As I ran to the bathroom I heard Emily saying, "Cheryl, you were right.
He came to ask Dana for permission to go to the bathroom."
I relieved myself for what seemed like hours and it felt so, so good.
When I finished I walked over to the game knowing that I would get
further abuse.
"Hey guys, look whose come to join us," Mike said. "Are you sure Dana
doesn't mind? We wouldn't want you to get in trouble for playing with
the big boys."
The picnic, mercifully, came to an end around 7:30 and Dana and I said
our goodbyes. I could tell that as we walked to my car that we were the
primary topic of conversation.
"Joannie, you did very well today. I had a great time, and I hope you
did as well. Please take me home and then you can go home and rest. You
had a long day."
I dropped Dana off at her house and I as rode home I prayed that it
would be a very long time, if at all, before I saw her family again.
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