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History
By Karen Hansen
Monica closed the door behind her, sat her bag of school books down near the
door, turned to walk into the living room and then froze in her tracks. She
just stood there in total and complete shock. Her green eyes wide and mouth
gaping open.
In the middle of the living room was her 45 year old father kneeling before
a woman. Seeing him in a pose like this was a bit of a surprise. She had
always considered him a bit of a ladies' man, with a touch of womanizer,
though she loved her father dearly.
Monica's fingers went to her lips as the words "ladies' man" and "womanizer"
suddenly took on a different meaning; seeing her father wearing black lacey
bra with matching thong and garter belt. His legs and feet were covered with
sheer nylon hose and a pair of shiny black ankle boots with what had to be 3
or 4 inch heels. His face had been give a light application of make-up and
lip gloss... what she could see of his face, he was wearing a light auburn
wig that partly covered his bowed head.
As she took a few more steps towards the room, she noticed his gloved
covered hands and wrists had cord wrapped and cinched tightly around them,
holding them behind his back. More cord circled his upper arms, pulling his
elbows within an inch or two of each other. He was wearing a wide leather
collar around his neck that had metal loops around it. One of the loops had
the end of a leash hooked to it.
Holding the other end of the leash was a woman in her 30's. Slender, 5'7"
with dark shoulder length hair. She wore a white blouse, a short navy shirt
and a pair black patent pumps with 4 inch heels and an ankle strap, which
Monica thought were really cool. She reminded Monica of that woman named
Ashley, that does the cable news program. She wasn't sure if it was the
shape of her face or the tone and attitude in which she seem to carry
herself. They both seemed very confident, head-strong and in control. And
this woman was definitely in control of her father at the moment as she
walked in front of him, berating him.
"The next time I come over here..." Monica hear the woman say in a firm
voice, "...I expect you to be already dressed! Am I understood?!?"
"Yes, Mistress Shelly." was the muffled reply. It was until that point that
Monica realized that her father was gagged in some manner.
"Didn't I give you a list of refreshments I wanted ready? Where are they,
sissy?"
"I'm sorry, Mistress. They're in the kitchen. May I please bring them to
you, Mistress Shelly?" was the pitiful response. Mistress Shelly sighed in
annoyed frustration, then struck the kneeling man on the side of his thigh
with the crop Monica hadn't noticed she was carrying. The sound of the crack
made her jump and her father yelp.
"What am I going to do with a worthless sissy who doesn't appreciated the
time I put in HERE?"
"I'm sorry, Mistress Shelly."
It wasn't until Monica heard the name one more time that the lightbulb came
on and all the little things she had noticed over time... all the pieces
fell into place. Surprise gave way to calmness as she slowly walked further
into the room, a smirk beginning to curl on her lips.
Mistress Shelly was in the middle of speaking when Monica came into view. It
was now her time to be shocked. She recognized who this was from the photos
around the house. A moment later, Monica's father, wondering why she stopped
yelling at him, looked up and said "Oh shit!" from behind panties the woman
had shoved into his mouth and kept there with more cord she had wrapped
around his head underneath the wig.
"You must be Shelly... or Mistress Shelly. Pleased to meet you." Monica
said, smiling, as she walked up the woman with her hand extended to shake
it. She took Shelly's limply held out hand and softly shook it. It took a
moment before Shelly regain her composure.
"Excuse me, young lady... ah, Monica. I need to have a word with your
father."
"Oh, don't mind me! Go right ahead!" she responded in a bubbly fashion as
she sat down on the love seat. "Hi Daddy!" Shelly tried to ignore her and
turned her attention to man kneeling in front of her.
"Max! What the hell is this? You tell me we'll have this place to ourselves.
You said she'll be at school and have after-school activities. Look at this!
And what have you been telling to her? She strolls in here like you've been
telling her everything that happens in your private life! Sixteen year olds
shouldn't be told these things... let alone be around them!"
Max pleaded with her, from behind the panties, to untie and ungag him and
allow him to try and explain; though he didn't understand him. But all he
could do was pull wildly at the cords as he knelt on the floor.
"Don't be too hard on him, Mistress. He hadn't told me anything. I started
to figure things out over the last three weeks." she said with a small
smirk.
"What do you mean 'figure things out'?" Max grunted from behind the gag.
"There were a bunch of little things that just seemed out of place or
strange. There were some women's fashion magazines that had been in the same
spot for months. Before you and Mom got your divorce, they were never
touched. All of a sudden someone is interested in them. And there was that
box of stuff of Mom's she still hadn't came over to get that sitting in the
garage. Clothing, cosmetics... women's items. I though you had decided to
start throwing away some of it but I couldn't figure out why you wouldn't
just throw the whole box away."
Shelly sighed and looked at Max. Max just looked at his daughter, dumbfounded
at what he was hearing.
"But the biggest tip-off was the computer. He was in a hurry one afternoon
and forgot he left it on, still signed in on his username. I came in to do
some research on my history class. I hit the history tab to find the info I
had found the day before and... well, let's say I found out Daddy was doing
some research of his own." Max's head and shoulders fell in complete
embarrassment as he was mentally kicking himself.
"Fetish clothing, women's wear, restraint items, domination/bondage
stories... and Daddy... what's with that FictionMania site? Oh My God!"
"For God's sakes," as small smirk came across Shelly's lips as she shook her
head and looking down at the cross-dresser. "...if you were going to be
that careless why didn't you just tell her everything from the start...
MAXINE!" Monica was stunned for a moment then fell back on the love seat in
a fit of laughter.
"Oh My God! Is that his name? I love it!" Monica cackled. Max groaned,
cheeks flushed, looking up and pleading to the woman towering over him to be
untied. Shelly just stood there with one hand on her hip and the other
lightly tapping the crop against her calf, the smirk turning into a full
grin.
"What's the matter, Maxine? Is this more humiliation than you bargain for...
or just the wrong kind?"
"This isn't funny anymore, Shelly? Untie me now please." Max grunted.
Shelly's eyes flashed anger as she swung the crop and smack him on his
thigh. He gasped from the pain and became silent.
"The situation has gotten a little out of hand, Maxine, but considering
your daughter practically knew the whole story, I still expect you to
address me with the respect I deserve. Do I make myself clear, Maxine?"
Max's mouth gapped open for a moment as the reality sunk in. "Yes, Mistress
Shelly," he grunted in a meek tone... not for having to be corrected by his
mistress but to do it in front of his daughter and hearing her start to
giggle again. His frustration made him pull at the cords around his wrists
again but with no more success than earlier. In fact, it felt like they
were becoming tighter by the minute.
"I'm glad we have an understanding, Maxine. You paid for my services and I
would be remiss if I didn't fulfill your wishes to the best of my abilities.
Fulfill if not exceeded them."
"Oh! And I wanted to say..." Monica suddenly popped in. "...I just loved
your website! The photographs were excellent, the stories and letters are
really erotic and I found all of the information very interesting."
"Why thank you, Monica. You're such a sweetheart. I'm very proud of it and
the memberships is growing every month. The only really difficult part is
coming up with new, exciting and different things. I was thinking about
expanded the membership's area with something. You know... give them
something with a edge."
"Hey! I know! Well, if you don't mind an amateur's suggestion."
"By all means, darling. What did you have in mind?"
"How about a something where the people can learn about cross-dressing or
maybe some photos of cross-dressers submitting to their mistresses. Maybe
some short movies about make-up, shaving and color coordination, too." A
look of wonder came over Shelly's eyes.
"Hmmm... you know you might have something there." Shelly said as the wheels
in her head began to turn thinking about the possibilities. Max knelt there,
dumbfounded... not believing he was listening to this conversation which
included his daughter.
"More pics in the member's section would be an excellent addition and
attraction. Of course, I'll have to find a few volunteers for the shoots..."
Shelly paused for second to slip her index finger around the cord holding
the panties in Max's mouth and gave it a firm tug to make eye contact with
Max, who looked at her with surprise. "...but I have a few ideas who I
might get." she finished with a wicked grin.
"Mistress, this has gotten way out of hand." Max grunted, not cherishing the
thought of being the poster child for a submissive/cross-dressing website.
Shelly only response was to smack on the back of his head with her palm.
"Well, I'll let you two get back to what you were doing." Monica said,
grinning. "I just wanted to ask for some money to go to the movies."
"Of course. I believe his pants are folded up in that chair over there."
"Do not touch my wallet, Monica!" Max grunted. "We need to talk about this!"
"Don't worry about him. Take enough for you and your girlfriends to go and
to get something to eat afterwards."
"Excuse me?! How dare you!" Max grunted. He had manage to get to his feet
and take a few unsteady steps towards his daughter in the high heeled boots
he was wearing, in an effort to stop her as she picked up his pants and
removed his wallet. It was then that Shelly came up behind him and kneed him
hard in the back of his knee, causing him to lose his balance and fall to
his knees and land on his stomach with a thud.
"I'm not through with you yet, Maxine." Shelly said sternly, planting her
foot on his shoulder to hold him in place. "Monica, be a dear and hand me
the belt in those pants." Shelly quickly pulled the belt from the pants,
ran over and handed it to older woman.
Shelly straddle Max's body, sitting on his back, facing his feet. She
grabbed his high heeled feet, which were flailing in the air, crossed his
ankles and wrapped one end of the belt around them. Climbing off his back,
she looped the other end between his bound wrists and proceeded to pull his
bound ankles towards his wrists, making Max groan in discomfort and
embarrassment.
Shelly took up the remain slack in the belt by wrapping the end around his
ankles once more before fastening it in the buckle, leaving Max squirming on
the floor in a strict hog tie.
"You paid for a two-hour session, Maxine... two hours is what you're
getting. In fact, since your lovely daughter is such a nice young lady and
has giving me such a wonderful idea about my site, I've decided to give you
a deal. You get to have four hours of play while your daughter is out
enjoying herself. Don't you feel special?" Max just groaned.
"I didn't catch that? What did you say, Maxine?"
"Thank you, Mistress Shelly." was the low pitiful grunt.
"You're welcome, Maxine. Just so we have an understanding, I think I'm going
to make your daughter my assistant, if she wants the position. She will
still respect your wishes in raising her but I better not hear about Maxine
getting even over anything that's happened today."
Monica walked up to the woman and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you,
Shelly."
"You're welcome, Sweetheart. You just keep your grades up and stay out of
trouble. Now, why don't you take your father's Lexus and go have fun with
your friends."
Max yelled as loud as he could while Shelly began jumping around like she
had just won a lottery. His car was his prized possession next to his
daughter... his baby... and though Monica was a very good driver, he didn't
want her driving his car. That was the reason he had bought her a car she
could drive, an older model compact. Monica squealed with glee as she ran
over to the her father's pants and took the keys to his car.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Shelly! You're the best!"
"Of course I am! You have fun and drive safely."
"I will." Monica said, rushing towards the door, then quickly stopping and
ran back into the room. She got down on her knees so she was on eye-level
with her father.
"Thanks, Daddy... ah... I mean Maxine." she said, grinning as she kissed him
on the cheek. His eyes narrowed and he growled as he struggled with the
bondage he was in, helplessly watching his daughter as she ran out the door.
Shelly sighed as she watch her drive away from the window.
"Such a wonderful child you've raised, Max. You should be proud." And he was
very proud of his daughter Max thought to himself. He couldn't ask for
anything more.
"You know, and its if she only really wants to, I wouldn't mind training
someone if they have the right attitude and desire to be a domme. At least
she'll have someone to train and practice on, huh?" Max groaned and shook
his head at the thought of being a practice dummy for his own daughter.
Shelly walked to the door, locking and latching it to make sure there were
no more surprises, then went to her equipment bag and pulled out the papers
that listed his limits, punishments and things he wanted to experiment with
or explore; along with the signed contract of her complete ownership of him
during their sessions.
"Well, since we have a lot more time on our hands than normal, how about if
we use it to push your limits a bit. How's a taste of CBT and some nipple
clamps sound, Maxine?"
Shelly cackled wildly as she watched her sissy begin his futile yanking
again at the cords and leather, as he squirmed on the floor.
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