House Sitting for Ms Gleckner Pt 2
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Housesitting for Ms. Gleckner Part 3
By SxyTVinyl
"Well-uh-I..."
I didn't know what to say. The four ladies stared at me.
Their lips curled. Their brows arched, and twisted at me.
Eyes narrowed. Noses twitched.
Trixie spoke, "Well, what's it gonna be pussy pie? You do
look like a ripe cunt faggot."
You know my cock jumped when she said it. You'd think her
remark could only be received as a withering humiliation
but it turned me on. Filled with sheer dread laden
excitement, I could not control my body. It vibrated as if
I had a violent chill.
"So you like to dress up in ladies' things? I bet Alexandra
would be mortified to find you in her fine clothing. It's
not polite to go into people's closets without permission.
It's rather violating and you need to be taught a lesson.
Doesn't he girls?"
The gals assented and snickered ferociously.
"Please," I begged, "don't."
I had no idea what she had in mind but I was quite
frightened and I could not read her at all. Was she
serious? Was she teasing me? I teetered on the skyscraper
heels, crushed toes aching. My hips were tingling with pins
and needles because of the tightly laced corset. The make
up on my face was feeling very heavy, crusted.
"We are going for a ride little faggot. If you don't
cooperate completely of course, we'll tell Alexandra and
Regina Gleckner all about it; we'll find out exactly who
you are and have this, well, information about you along
with detailed photographic evidence all over your school,
your job, and your neighborhood. This is a secret you
wouldn't want out I'm sure, is it?"
She flung open the front door and I was pushed out into the
cool night air. The four women ushered me into the backseat
of a blue Cadillac. Trixie got behind the wheel with Gloria
riding shotgun. I was sandwiched between Gladys and Sharon.
I silently reveled at the electric feel of our stocking
clad legs all rubbing together. The crisp crinkling of
leather and silk mingled with the new car smell and
perfume.
"Comfy dear?"
"W-where are we going?" I asked.
"Well, sissy faggot, we're going somewhere you'll be
properly taken care of..." responded Trixie.
The rest of the gals were rather silent now. Almost as if
they were as spooked as I was. The atmosphere seemed so
unpredictable with these gals. Humor evaporated. By turns
I'd feel sexual excitement, utter terror, abject shame,
hallucinogenic surreality, grim confusion... They stared
ahead, smoking cigarettes, not talking, exhaling
deliberately. Outside the windows houses and streetlamps
gave way to mile markers and tree lines. Desolate highway.
The white noise shrummm of wind and engine almost lulled me
to sleep...
I heard the pleasant crunching of tires on gravel as we
pulled into a starkly lit parking lot. Up ahead a low gray
building spread out snaking through bushes and trees. The
idea "secret compound" came to mind. Trixie opened up the
glove compartment and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
"Put these on bitch," she said in a fierce and quiet tone.
When I shook my head no she slapped me in the face. It
stung. I didn't move. She slapped me hard three more in
rapid succession. On the backhand her ring cut my cheek.
"This isn't a game," she hissed.
I started to cry. She smacked me again. I tasted blood. I
put the handcuffs on. I hopelessly whispered to myself, "I
wanna go home."
The ladies opened their doors and got out of the car
simultaneously, like soldiers or something. Trixie walked
towards the building with Gloria while Sharon and Gladys
remained at either side of the car. Trixie said something
briskly to Gloria as if it were an order. Gloria snapped
around, strode back to the car, reached into the backseat
and yanked me out like a subhuman prisoner. In a flash she
pricks me in the neck with something. A tiny syringe. What
the fuck? My head spins.
She nodded to Sharon and Gladys who hopped in the front
seat without a word and drove off. At the entrance I stood
in between Trixie and Gloria. I tried to talk once more and
was punched dead in the nose by Gloria. She smiled and
winked at me. Caressed my face, brushed some hair back with
her fingers, gently bit her lower lip as she considered me,
and smash! She punched me again. Jeezus fucking Keeereist!
I felt the breeze shooting up the stiff leather skirt I
wore, flapping the silky sleeves of my sheer and shiny
blouse. My body tingly and numb and sore and wobbly in the
corset and stiletto heels and biting bra straps and girdle
garters and stockings. Trixie punched a code into the front
door, which clunked open and locked behind us as we stood
facing another door in a cramped black boilerplate foyer
with a surveillance camera staring down at us. Trixie
pressed a button that buzzed. A slot opened eye level in
the door.
Trixie walked forward a step said something imperceptible
nodding in my direction and we were admitted by a veritable
Amazon dressed in a curve hugging black leather jump suit.
Collar high and wide, unsnapped to her luscious cleavage.
Huge melon tits jutting out like two missile warheads.
Gleaming red patent leather thigh high stiletto boots.
Super wide red patent leather belt with a huge silver
buckle. Tight red latex gloves up to her armpits. Stiff
wild mane of glassy red hair. Big jeweled hoop rings hung
down from her earlobes. Craaazy make up. Garish and
bizarre. New wave dominatrix. Anemic white foundation.
Eyebrows arched insanely, razor thin, deep black, outlined
yellow orange. Cheeks painted very heavy dark pink blush.
Eye shadow violet, turquoise, aquamarine, silver white,
sparkling like metalflake. Fat black liquid eyeliner.
Looong fake lashes top and bottom. Lips sharply lined in
black, laquered thick with super wet glossy frosty rich
gooey ruby red cr?me. Fierce. She looked me up and down
with an almost medical attitude. Hands on hips. Looks in my
eyes. Smirks curtly.
"Hmph," she exhaled.
Spun on her heels in a military manner. We followed behind.
Through a maze of dimly lit corridors, blue light like
smoke. Quiet. Only the rhythmic clicking of high heels on
hard ground, echoed faintly. Passing many closed doors.
Sealed chambers, I thought. What is this place?
Finally we halt at a door. The Amazon opens it with a
skeleton key. They push me in. Close the door behind me.
I'm tired. It's very dim. I'm alone. It's not warm.
I wake up groggy. I'm naked. I'm sore. Where the hell am I?
Bad dreams. Wait. Blue gray walls. Claustrophobic space. No
window. Empty. Door locked. Start banging.
"Hey! HEYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!"
Door opens... shadowed figure. Eyes hurt. I blurt out,
weak, "I'm hungry, where am I? Who are you? What
happened?" I can't really stand up. Jelly legs. I've been
drugged.
Figure speaks. "Just relax honey, everything is okay now,
y'hear. We're gonna take good care o' you. Now come with
me."
She sounds southern. She's dressed like a nurse. Well, like
a supervixen vavavoom fantasexy version of a nurse. All
shiny crisp white PVC. Crinkly tight blouse and short
skirt. Pointy sweater girl tits. Sweet round hips. Got the
funny vinyl cap with a red cross. Platinum blonde fluff
cut. Cartoon Marilyn Monroe face. Walkie-talkie clipped on
her red belt. White patent leather skyscraper stiletto
pumps. Sheer nude seamed stockings. I can see each is held
taut by six thick white garters with metal clasps. She has
a long metal tube in her hand. Jeezus it's a cattle prod.
She directs me to a green tiled room with a large tub,
whirlpool or something. All kinds of hoses and faucets,
sinks and rubber bags on hooks, i.v. gear, glass cabinets
filled with bottles. Zinc counters with trays of cotton
balls, gauze strips, alcohol swaps, needles, dainty silver
tools, tubes, etc. There's one of those tables you'd see in
a doctor's office, covered in white paper; an examination
table, which she promptly has me climb on. I feel oddly
compliant. Slow and willing. Although the circumstances are
rather baffling I make no effort to comprehend or resist.
My vision ebbs and flows. I giggle.
"Well aren't we delightful," coos the sexy nurse.
I feel like a baby almost lying there naked on my back. I
want to grab for my toes and gurgle. The nurse puts on a
pair of disposable rubber gloves playfully stretching and
releasing the cuffs with a satisfying percussive snap
against her wrists. I giggle again. Her back is to me now.
She turns her head, smiles at me over her shoulder. I pop a
boner.
She comes over to me. In her hand is a heaping dollop of I
guess lubricating jelly which she mushes into my lap with a
pleasant splat and proceeds to slather it all over my cock
and balls, making patty-cake and whatnot with her palm on
my pulsing mushroom knob. She goes "OOOh" at me. My arms
don't move. I try to press my hips to her. She smiles. Then
she works her way down to my ass and starts to cram her
fingers up there. Got her fingertips held together like the
beak of a bird all gooey and greasy poking at my puckered
asshole she goes "Mmmm". I hump against her. I like it. I
feel more pressure. Her hand is inside me up to her wrist
now. She pushes. So much lube squooshing around. Ass making
duck sounds. Uhuh. Now I'm really filled up. Her fucking
arm is sliding up my ass now holy shit. Uhhnn. Yeah. Hips
grinding. Pecker jumping around on my belly. She grabs with
her free hand and pumps it. Cum sugar, it's okay she says.
Ahh. Squirt squirt squirt squirt. Yeesss.
Ropes of frothing spunk lurch out of my hard boner and
splatter my upper body and face. She yanks her hand outta
my ass and slapstick splats it gently on my face, smearing
the mess around, tousles my hair too, laughing. Now go
clean up she tells me pointing to a shower stall. I can
barely stand up. She gives me an injection. My brain blanks
and I'm flooded with euphoria. I wash thoroughly and emerge
to find myself alone again. The door is locked. I don't
feel the need to cry out so I just sit, wrapped in a towel,
waiting. I'm stoned.
Door opens. It's the nurse.
"Come with me."
All business again. I shrug and follow. More winding
corridors. Many doors. Now I hear activity, voices,
somewhere not too far away.
"Let's get dressed," says the nurse.
She shows me into a small room, plushly adorned in oozing
pink. Carpeted, wallpapered, furnished, decorated.
Hyperfeminine. Perfumed. Like a swank prissy chick's
princess bedroom.
"I think you know what to do," said the nurse.
I knew. Into the closets and drawers I went. Tons of super
girly clothes. All pink and white frou-frou. No tough black
leather here. No beloved bad girl image to be had with this
gear. Total sissyland. Oh well. Ruffled silk panties.
Petticoats. Crinolines. Corsets.
Satin dresses. Blouses and skirts. Chiffon. Organza.
Taffeta. Lingerie. Bonnets and pinafores. Very gay stuff.
First I began to lay things out on the bed. But I couldn't
wait. I had to put them on. I chose tan stockings, fully
fashioned, seamed. Frothy with lace gossamer pink bra and
matching panties. White open bottom girdle with a dozen
garters. Then I took off the pink bra and put on something
more heavy duty---a heavily stitched white torpedo coned
bra that matched the girdle.
I found a pair of real fake tits. Big DD silicone breast
forms with nice juicy nipples. Slide them into my bra.
Mmmm. I clasped the stockings nice and smooth and straight
and found a gorgeous pair of pink 6" stiletto heeled patent
leather pumps with ankle straps and bows on the toes. I put
on a silky lacey full slip. It clung. Then I put on some
bouffant petticoat all transparent and stiff and rustling.
I bound myself into a heavily boned corset. Had to feel my
waist crushed you know. Closed the back all the way.
Changes everything. Body looking very girly in the mirror
now. Omigod! I hadn't looked into the mirror until now. My
face! What had they done?! My eyebrows were gone! And my
lips. They were huge! Puffed up and rubbery and sharply
outlined in dark red. Tattooed?! NO! And my eyes---were
they tattooed too?! Thick black liner heavy up the lids and
extending out at the corners. I'm dead!
The door opened. "Aren't you ready yet sweetie?" asked the
nurse.
"What have you done to me?!" I cried.
"Why sweetie, just what we do to all our new arrivals.
Don't you just love it?"
"What are you talking about?" I begged.
"Precious, you're getting the full treatment. Later today
you'll be given permanent breast implants, bigger than you
could imagine! And we'll fatten up that ass of yours too.
We'll finish tattooing your face---gotta do those eyebrows.
Botox. Liposuction. Collagen injections. We do all the
surgery you could ever desire. Hell we'll even remove a few
ribs to improve your hourglass. Shave down your adam's
apple. Alter your vocal cords. Take off those pesky
testicles..."
The room spun fast.
"Now finish getting dressed for now so I can present you to
your peers. There's a room full of sissies waiting to make
your acquaintance. You're in the life now baby. You're
going all the way." She closed the door.
I heard her footsteps disappear down the corridor.
(Please, I was only fooling around.)
I put on a crisp satiny silk dress that flounced out in a
pouffy short bell over the petticoat.
(Wasn't I watching the Gleckners' place.)
I zipped it up the side.
(I was experimenting.)
At the back was a huge ridiculous bow.
(I didn't mean to do anything wrong.)
The short sleeves were see through and puffy at the
shoulders leaving my arms bare from my arm pits down.
(Someone has to find me.)
rothy ruffles and ribbons adorned the bodice.
(This can't be happening.)
I heard laughter outside the door. Sounded like a dozen
teenage girls. I slid the looong pink satin gloves up to my
armpits. Feels goood. I popped a boner.
(HELP!)
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