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Maggie's Perfect Plan Part 10 By Eve Smith On the way back to the house I was constantly taunted by the girls with them saying how much I looked like the other girls in the picture. The photograph showed me smiling at the lens whilst the girl beside me had her arm around me and an exaggerated grin on her face. The shocking fact was that I really looked like the little girls slightly older sister. The teasing went on until we reach home and the car stopped. 'Lucy you will find some cases in the boot, get them out and take them into the kitchen'. It was Emily that had demanded this. I got the cases out and carried them one at a time into the kitchen. Two were fairly light but one was much heavier and I struggled to carry it in. Kylie stood giggling as she watched me drag the case through. Maggie and Marie went into the lounge; the other three joined me in the kitchen. 'Open the cases sissy' ordered Britany. I slipped the catches on the first case and opened it. It contained little white dresses with flared skirts that I could see were very short, the size and style said that they were for little girls. They were used and in need of washing. The second case contained white tights and panties. They had obviously been used and were just dropped into the case in no order at all. I looked at Emily, she smiled and pointed to the third case indicating that I should open it. I released the catches and lifted the lid. The heavy case contained white Wellington boots, many pairs of them and as if she was reading my mind Emily said, 'There are twelve pairs of boots, twelve dresses and twelve pairs of panties and tights, the girls doing the march with the carnival parade had two days of dress rehearsals and now their uniforms need cleaning before Saturday and guess who has been volunteered to wash the clothes and clean the boots'. I didn't need to guess; I knew that I was the one that would be doing it. 'You will be hand washing the clothes, ironing them and polishing the boots until they gleam, do you understand sissy' she stated. I nodded knowing that refusal could lead to even worse punishment. At least while I was doing this work I would not be left in the humiliating situation that I had suffered today. At least I would be alone. I looked at the dresses, underwear and then the boots. Little girls had been wearing them, real little girls. They would have enjoyed the rehearsal and would have been excited at the prospect of the Carnival parade and being dressed in the specially provided uniforms. Emily told me that they had met one of the girl's mothers before going to the cinema and had had a long conversation with her. She was a friend of Maggie's. The result of that was that I would be washing the uniforms. It was Wednesday and I had to get this done before Saturday morning when the uniforms would have to be taken to the Community Centre were the girls would be getting changed. I was sent to the laundry room and started to wash the dresses by hand. One by one I washed them and then hung them up on coat hangers to dry. By the time that I had completed the last dress it was time for dinner. I was sent upstairs to change into a nightie before returning to the dining room. Again I sat between Kylie and Britany. They fed me in much the same way as they had the previous night, with them giggling as they fed me the mashed up food that was mixed with bits of their food that they spat into the bowl. At 8.00pm I was sent to bed, relieved that I was alone and away from the torment that they put me through. I slept well and was woken by Emily pulling my still plaited hair. I dressed in the same clothes that I had worn the day before even though they were grimy and damp. 'Dirty little girls like you should wear dirty clothes' stated Emily with a giggle in her voice. After breakfast of cereal I was told to start ironing the dresses. My back ached as I did this so carefully, scared of burning the delicate material. The girls had gone out to meet friends and Maggie and Marie sat in the lounge talking. A little after noon the girls returned and I heard them say to Maggie that they wanted to go swimming. They all decided to go and I was called into the lounge. 'What are we going to do with the sissy' said Marie as I entered the room. 'We don't want him with us, he will get in the way, there's going to be some nice looking lads there' stated Kylie grinning. Britany leant over and whispered something to her sister and then to Emily. They all giggled. As one they grabbed me and pulled me into the kitchen. Using duct tape they secured my hands behind my back and my ankles together, then my hands to my feet effectively hog tying me. 'We need a gag' one of them said. One of the cases was opened, the one containing the panties and tights that I was to wash. Britany sorted through them saying how smelly and dirty they were 'and just right to gag the sissy with'. She held up a pair of panties, my eyes widened as I saw the disgusting underwear. Wriggling I tried to move but strong hands held me. Britany held them to my face, rubbed them against my nose. I tried to turn away from the dirty smelly material, Emily pulled my plaits hard telling me do as I was told. My eyes filled with tears, my mouth opened and the filthy panties were stuffed into my mouth. Kylie ripped off a piece of the duct tape and placed it across my mouth, and with her thumbs she smoothed it down sealing it to my face. The taste that saturated my mouth was awful. Helpless bound and gagged I watched as Emily pulled a folded canvas sports bag from the cupboard. Carefully she lifted panties and tights from the case and put them into it expanding the bag as she did so. It was now full of the used and soiled underwear. Grinning she knelt down beside me and rolled me onto my front. 'I hope you have a pleasant afternoon sissy'. She tipped the bag up and pushed it onto my head. I wriggled but soon my face was immersed in the contents. She held my head into the smelly mess as she wrapped the dirty underwear around my head. I felt and heard the bag zip being pulled across, zipped up to my neck, trapping my head inside. The stench was unbelievable; two days wear of panties and tights, the feet of which had been walking in rubber boots. I felt the zip being secured to ensure that I would not be able to get my head out. I wriggled vainly, hearing their giggling as I tried hard to get free. Their muffled taunts became distant, as I knew they left me on the kitchen floor. The front door closed and silence. My head was totally surrounded by the contents of the bag. The strong smell of urine stained panties and sweaty tights filled my world. I was in darkness, my face swathed in this clothing that yesterday young girls had been marching around in. My mouth was dry, the taste of the unknown wearers panties strong, my eyes watered. I tried to breathe slowly, tried to resist the urge to inhale deeply hoping that the smell would not be so bad. It was, and as the heat inside the bag grew so did the smell. The air that I breathed in was filtered through the filthy underwear. I could feel the texture of the cotton panties and tights against my skin, the underwear intertwined around my head, the sweat from my face now mingling with the sweat on the fabric. I tried to move on to my side but the way I was tied and the weight of the bag that was secured around my neck stopped me. Lying prone on the floor I held my breath trying to stop the stench entering my nostrils. When I had to breathe it made it worse as I gulped in large amounts of tainted air through my nose. My breath and sweat made the cotton material damp and it clung to my face. I lay still keeping my breathing shallow. In the darkness my mind wandered. 'Sugar and spice and all things nice that's what little girls are made of' said the nursery rhyme. I was living proof that was not the case. 'Stink and smell and all things hell' was more appropriate. On Saturday the underwear, dresses and Wellington boots would be clean and polished and the proud wearers would march in practiced unison during the Carnival. They would have no idea that a man turned into a sissy girl would have washed and cleaned their outfits. Would they care if they did know? I doubted it somehow. The parents would watch so proud of their offspring smartly attired in the uniforms. They would have no idea that two days before the underwear that was being worn by their little darlings was being used as a form of torture on a helpless male. My experiences with women had been very limited before I met Maggie, and were still limited to a large degree. Now I could only look on the supposed weaker sex as the rulers of my world. I had let myself be duped and was now suffering the consequences. The time passed slowly. My mouth was so dry, arid and the tape that held my lips tightly together pulled at my skin. I tried to pull against the tape that held me hogtied. It didn't give at all. My legs, arms and hands hurt, with my back and thigh muscles aching with the strain of my uncomfortable position. I heard footsteps and then voices. The sports bag zip was moved and I pulled my head from it. I shook my head, shaking off the underwear that for long had tainted my breathing. I looked to my right and could see the feet of the Emily, Kylie and Britany. 'So sissy, have you had a good afternoon sniffing all those panties and tights'. It was Emily's voice that I heard. 'I bet he loved the taste of those filthy panties' crowed Britany, proud of her part in this. Kylie joined in saying, 'they were absolutely disgusting, just right for his mouth'. One of them said something but it was a whisper and I could not understand it. Britany bent down and roughly pulled the tape from my face. I yelped. She laughed and then sat on the floor and was soon joined by her sister and then Emily who was pulling on a pair of rubber gloves. With her gloved hand she pulled the panties from my mouth and held the damp material up for them and me to see. 'Oh look they are horrible, dirty and stained, yuk how terrible, they really do need cleaning'. Spreading the material in her gloved hands she held the filthy gusset in front of my face. 'Right sissy, its your job to clean them but as your hands are tied you will have to do it the same way as you do my boots, with your mouth, you are going to lick and suck 12 pairs of panties clean'. I looked at the damp material that had gagged me for the last few hours. I pleaded with her not to make me do this. Emily laughed and said 'I am wearing gloves to protect my hands from the dirt, but you are going to do as you are told and start sucking and licking them or else'. I swallowed deeply and remembered what Maggie had said about the contacts that Sadie had. 'Put your tongue out and start licking' she ordered. Slowly I lowered my head to the position that she was holding the panties taunt and started to lick and then suck the material, pulling the stains and dirt into my mouth. The smell and taste made me want to vomit. The girls exclaimed their disgust at what I was being made to do. 'What a pathetic sissy, licking dirty little girl's panties clean' stated Kylie. 'It seem so right after he called us dirty little girls, and now he is a little girl cleaning little girls panties' said Britany giggling. 'We should make the sissy clean our panties like this all the time' proclaimed Emily. They all agreed. My eyes filled with tears as my tongue cleaned the material. They took turns donning the rubber gloves and holding the pairs of panties for me to lick and suck. Maggie and Marie entered the kitchen at one stage and stood watching and grinning as their daughters humiliated me, holding the dirty underwear for me to clean. The girls told them that in future I would be cleaning their panties the same way. 'She can do ours the same way' stated Marie. 'Yes a good idea' said Maggie 'her tongue is the closest that sissy will get to my panties. Tears welled up in my eyes at more humiliation from the woman that I had loved as they laughed loudly. The two women left the kitchen laughing and returned to the lounge leaving me still at the mercy of their offspring. When each pair of panties were tongue cleaned to their satisfaction I was made to suck the toes of each pair of tights, the sweaty rubber odour of the material that the girls had worn on their feet inside the Wellington boots acrid to my nose and sour in my mouth. My hands and feet were at last freed, my limbs and back ached as I stood. I was then sent to the laundry room to hand wash the offensive underwear. I could hear the five of them in the lounge laughing and giggling about the latest dreadful task they had put me through and probably planning others. By the time that I had completed washing and hanging them up it was time for dinner. I left the small room looking at the white underwear hanging there, the taste of it still strong in my mouth. After I had licked, sucked and finally washed it, the clothing was spotless and met with the approval of my tormentors. I sat at the table, my bowl of mashed up food in front of me, the spoon in my left hand, I was now to do all things wrong handed to exaggerate my now enforced childlike position. I looked down into the bowl and immediately saw them. Cigarette ends mixed in with the food. 'I thought you might like some extra today' said Marie, smirking and then joining in with the laughter of the others. 'Come on Lucy, be a good girl and eat all your dinner' Emily said this, a grin on her face from ear to ear. I ate all the contents of the bowl, chewing the cigarette butts before swallowing them. 'They must taste nearly as nice as the panties you licked today' stated Maggie. 'He will love my juicy panties tomorrow' giggled Britany, promising the others a really decent degrading of their sissy the following day. The tone of the discussion dropped and the topic became dirty panties, and who could cause me the most distress in the morning. It surprised me that the two adults seemed to willingly participate in this. 'I have got a head start' stated Britany; 'I have been wearing mine for two days already'. I knew that this was true as when I had collected their dirty clothing earlier a pair of panties were missing. I looked at the girl and then her sister, they were the image of each other. Although not overly attractive, they were like Emily at an age were they should have been becoming interested in more in life. My eyes went around the table looking at them all. Maggie was attractive, her long hair carefully done, her makeup tasteful. Marie was the opposite. She was overweight, not by a lot but sufficiently to not be wearing tight leggings as she was. They emphasised her large hips and bottom. My mind shuddered as I thought of suffering the weight of her girl's backsides on my face, having Marie's weight on me was not worth thinking about. I nearly suffocated under Kylie, her mother would finish the job. I ate the contents of the bowl, being told to scrape it out and then lick it out. I cleared away the dinner plates and then washed up and cleared up the kitchen. The three girls came into the kitchen as I finished and said that it was time for me to go to bed. They took me upstairs. I knew that tonight I was not going to be sleeping in a nightie. They were hyper, the things that they had done to me and put me through that day was like a drug to them. They told me to strip. I said that I needed to pee. This was answered by laughter and I was put into a nappy and plastic pants. The sleep suit was next. Lying on the bed secured into the rubber-lined suit with my legs secured together was not new to me. The uncomfortable clammy feeling the same as it had been before. But then I saw Emily holding something. She held it up like a prize. It was a baby's bottle. She sat on the bed and showed it to me. 'I found this as we walked through the mall, some poor baby must have dropped it out of her pram and it would be a shame to waste it wouldn't it sissy'. The bottle was about a quarter full of milky liquid. 'Start to suck your bottle sissy' she ordered. She pushed it between my lips and I started to suck, wanting to finish the contents as quickly as possible so that they would leave me alone. 'Hurry up Emily, I'm dying for a pee' said Kylie. My eyes widened as I heard this. Emily pulled the teat from my mouth and handed the bottle to the other girl. 'OK fill it up, but be quick, sissy is thirty'. My mind span, they wouldn't do this. No please no I wanted to say, but remained silent. Emily looked down at me knowing what was going though my mind. She smiled smugly knowing that I had no option but to do as she wanted, no option but to accept my fate. Kylie returned to the room holding the bottle that was now full of a yellowy liquid. Emily and Britany both giggled as the girl replaced my stepdaughter on the bed. 'So sissy Lucy, are you a thirsty girl and want to drink my pee pee' the girl said in a mock baby voice. 'No??.no??..please no', I pleaded. She giggled and then said. 'Sissy, you have no choice, open your mouth and suck the teat, you are going to swallow my pee'. The teat was pushed through my lips. She held the bottle with her right hand and when I did not start to suck immediately she slapped my face with her left. I started to suck, pulling the liquid from the baby bottle. The salty sour taste made me heave, an act that made them laugh. Not until I had emptied the bottle did she remove it from my lips. 'My turn now ' said Britany. I looked again in horror as the girl left the room returning shortly after with the bottle full again. After she fed me the bottle full of her urine Emily had her go, her face smiling, gloating as I sucked the teat. My stomach was bloated with their pee, my nappy was already wet and would get wetter during the night. 'Just think girls' said Emily as she turned off the light and they left the room, 'his nappy will be full of our pee'. The door closed and the sounds of laughter only receded as they went down the stairs. My mouth was sour and salty as a result of them force-feeding me their waste water. Their torment and torture of me was becoming more and more perverse and I could do nothing about it. In the darkness I drifted off to sleep, waking some time later, my bladder full and with no other choice I again wet myself into the nappy. I heard the girls going off to bed, their childish laughter echoing around the upstairs hallway. Again I slept only to be awoken by the door of my room opening and the light from the hall flooding in. Maggie and Marie walked in. Maggie turned on the bedside lamp. She looked down at me. I could see that both her and Marie had been drinking. 'We have been watching a late night movie, a porn movie and Marie is feeling rather horny and I have suggested that she uses you to relieve her? what shall we call it?tension'. Both of them giggled. I looked across at her sister, still clad in her black leggings and tee shirt. Her eyes were glazed and she was smiling. Maggie saw the baby bottle on the bedside table and picked it up. She examined it and then sniffed the teat. Knowingly she looked at me and said 'I see the girls gave you a good drink'. I watched her place the bottle back on the table. Maggie leant across and kissed her on the cheek and wished goodnight. She again looked down at me and said, 'Enjoy yourself Lucy, I know that Marie will'. Again they both giggled and Maggie left the room closing the door behind her. I was alone with Marie, she stood by the bed. My eyes lowered to her hips, her bottom and her legs. Although Maggie was the only woman that I had been with I had often fantasized about my ideal partner. Maggie came close. Slim figure, pretty, clear skin and tidy. Her sister was just the opposite. It was hard to believe that they were actually sisters', they had no facial or body resemblance at all. She sat on the side of the bed and told me about the film that she had watched, explaining in graphic detail the story and contents. I lay passively, helpless to do anything else. Her tone was not loving but matter of fact as she described what she had seen. 'So sissy, I feel really horny and you are going to use your pathetic mouth to satisfy me'. Smiling she lifted slightly and pulled her leggings and panties down together. She kicked them off her legs, stood and turned toward me. She was shaven, a sight that surprised me and her pussy lips were moist. I swallowed deeply as she got onto the bed and clambered onto me, her knees either side of my head. Slowly she lowered herself onto my face, her musky odour mixed with a stale unwashed aroma. 'Start licking me sissy' she ordered as her weight increased on my face. My tongue entered her, she was wet, the film had obviously really turned her on. 'Lick harder and deeper' I heard her say. As I licked her she rocked on my face, her juices flowing more. The taste and odour of her filled my mouth and nostrils, my face soaked in her juices. For what seemed an age this went on. She orgasmed over and over until she was sated. She moved back slightly, so that she could see my face. 'You did that well worm and as a reward to you I am going to allow you to lick my arse'. She lifted herself and turned so that she now was almost kneeling on my chest. Her large ass hung over my face, the look and smell of it frightening. As she lowered she said, 'start licking worm'. The closer she got to my face the stronger her smell got. My tongue licked into the crack of her arse. She lowered closer and again I licked her, my nose leading the way as my tongue went up the crevice, smelling her earthy odour. I was made to do this for several minutes while listening to her tell me that it felt good to have my tongue cleaning her ass. 'Now I want to feel your tongue right in my arse' she demanded. I wanted to scream out but knew that was of no use. The tip of my tongue entered her. 'Deeper' she demanded. Not until my tongue was at full extent buried into her ass was she happy. She told me to stay like it as she sat on my face, my tongue in her, my nose breathing through the crack in her arse. For several minutes she remained in that position. My tongue ached but I dare not move it. She wriggled on it obviously enjoying the feeling. To my relief she eventually lifted and got off me. She stood by the bed looking down at me, a look of smug satisfaction on her face. 'Well sissy, I hope that you are grateful that I allowed you to lick my arse'. She laughed, picked up her leggings and panties and started to walk away and then stopped and turned around. 'Don't forget worm, you are going to using your tongue again in the morning to clean all our stinky panties'. She left closing the door. The bedside light was still on and I lay looking at it, my eyes filling with tears at my hopeless position. My face and hair was soaked in her juices. All I could taste and smell was her ass. Eventually I drifted off into a fitful slumber full of weird dreams, dreams that you can't remember when you wake up but you know they are weird all the same. I could see daylight through the curtains when I awoke. Birds were making their usual early morning noises. How I envied them. Their lives were relatively short but at least it was on their own terms. In simplistic terms if they did not like something they could fly away. That was not an option for me. Even if I did leave here, escape to some kind of freedom the likely hood was that I would be apprehended by either the police or worse still some kind of evil person or persons that would abuse me further. I thought about what I was going to be doing today. I had to fold and pack the clothes for the Carnival girls as well as clean and polish the boots that they would be wearing. There would be cleaning up after the five females in the house and then worse of all was the threat of being made to lick clean their panties. It wasn't a threat. It was a promise that they would make me do it. Disobeying them was not an option. If I did they would enjoy the punishment that they would no doubt dream up for me. Emily came into the room released me from the sleep suit and told me to remove my nappy and brush my teeth, 'you are not to wash' she said. I looked at her and nodded. I went to the bathroom and removed the plastic pants that stopped the soaking wet nappy from leaking. With relief I took off the nappy and stood looking at it. The padding was crinkled and stained. After brushing my teeth I returned to my room and dressed in the clothes that she had left on the bed. A denim skirt, pink tee shirt, panties, white ankle socks and the jelly's that I had worn yesterday. Even with my clothes on I could smell the odour of urine that clung to me after wearing the wet nappy all night. I went downstairs full of caution, wondering if I would be cleaning their panties straight away. Nothing was said. The girls were going out and Marie and Maggie were still asleep after their late night. After breakfast I went to the laundry room and I packed away the panties and tights that I had washed yesterday. For the next three hours I cleaned and polished the white knee length Wellington boots and left them in pairs on the floor. Like the little dresses they were all one size. Sitting on the floor, my left hand inside the last boot while I polished it with my right I thought of the girls that would be attired in this clothing tomorrow. They would be all about 10, the same age that I was being made to be. Today they would be out playing or shopping with their mothers. I was envious; I was being made to live as one of them but without any of the good times. I desperately wanted to be a male again, to be treated as a male again but if I had to be a girl at least I should not have to suffer as I was being made to. The laundry room door opened. I had finished all the boots and was just sitting on the floor sucking my thumb. I sat with my knees up and apart, my arms resting on them. Kylie saw me and giggled. Emily and Britany followed her in. 'It's hard to believe that she was ever a man' stated Kylie almost apologetically. 'Come on sissy, you have panties to clean' commanded Emily. She grabbed my hand and led me into the lounge. Maggie and Marie were already seated, the girls sat down. On the floor were five pairs of panties in various colours. 'Kneel down sissy' ordered Maggie. I knelt, they were seated in front of me and between us were the panties. 'OK worm, those panties are dirty and smelly and we find them offensive, so start licking and sucking them clean and then we have a surprise for you'. It was Marie that had said this. My hand shaking I picked up the first pair and slowly raised it to my face. I started to clean them with my tongue, a task that would go on all afternoon, licking and sucking the filth from all five pairs as they sat talking. Eventually they were happy that I had successfully removed all the marks from them, saying to each other that they would have to try and make sure that next time they were harder to clean. The TV was put on and Emily inserted a video into the player. The grainy picture cleared and I could see that it was a video of the Carnival from some years ago. Into shot came marching girls, girls wearing the same uniforms that I had been cleaning for the last few days. I watched and then Emily said 'That's me, I'm the one at the front on the left'. Kylie giggled and said 'I can't believe that you did that, it's' so naff'. 'I was only 10 remember' she retorted. The video was stopped and they looked at me. Emily spoke to me 'this is to be your surprise, one of the girls has had to drop out so they have only got 11, so we have volunteered you to replace her in the Carnival parade tomorrow'. My mouth dropped open, my eyes went to Maggie. I looked at her pleadingly, pleading that she would not let them do this to me. She could see my worried look and was not about to make it easier for me. 'Girls, why don't you take little Lucy and get her changed into her uniform, she must be so excited at the thought of being in the parade'. My eyes full of tears they led me into the laundry room were I was told to strip. Reluctantly I did to be then redressed in the Carnival uniform. I stepped into the white dress with tight fitting bodice top that when zipped up at the back showed my little girl figure so well with a short flared bottom that was designed to be worn with the white panties and tights that adorned my legs and bottom. I slipped my feet into the Wellington boots that only a while before I had cleaned. They were fairly tight and I had to wiggle my foot and pull them on with both hands. The girls led me back into the hall attired in the uniform. I looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror and gasped. The dress and footwear could have been made for me it fitted perfectly. My waist and hips showed, and the little mounds on my chest stuck out of the tight fitting satin like material. The flare of the skirt of the dress finished just above my panty line. The boots came to just below my knees, the shiny white surface of then glinting in the mirrored reflection. Then Emily, Kylie and Britany stood behind me giggling. Maggie and Marie joined them. 'We are going to have such fun at the Carnival this year, especially little Lucy marching in the parade with all the other little girls'. Tears filled my eyes, I sobbed so scared of what I was going to be made to do. Through watery eyes I could see their reflections, each of them was laughing at the little girl dressed for the Carnival. End of part 10