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Juliette's Journey
By Juliette Lima
A lover of play in satin and lace
Finds the course is laid for an endurance race
Now kept confined in lacy things
He learns he's tied to apron strings
A swish of silk a flick of skirts
He makes penance to the one he hurts
Had he but been a truthful lover
He'd have no need to run for cover?
Part One ? Marla lays down the law.
"...some of that champagne punch would be nice. Go on don't just stand
there get going."
I stood stunned at the changes; my wife had me completely under her
thumb, and was taking me deeper tan I ever imagined into a submissive
life. I tried to reason first off.
"Please Marla hasn't this gone too far, I know you must have been upset
by the scene last night, I never meant to hurt you, or embarrass you,
so I understand your position. But really are you going to make me your
maid? Wasn't the spanking and the other..."
"What 'other' are you talking about?"
"The thing you did to me when I was over the barstool, you know, with
the dildo, that hurt me and was very humiliating, can't we call this
even?"
"Say what it was, say it out loud and be clear and make sure you leave
out nothing, remember the "Covert Video" I told you about? Well they
put cameras in here some time ago. I have quite a lot of footage of you
mincing about in the frilliest of things, so for the video, tell
everyone what I did. But be refined, don't use any crude of vulgar
expressions, and make it clear what I did."
"You made love to me?"
"No I didn't!"
"You tenderly took me like a woman?"
"I was? You sure squealed like it was a little rougher."
"You sodomized me with a big dildo, taking me like a slut while I
squealed." I began to cry, "I was bent over a barstool and you took my
virginity and left me locked in this chastity. I thought you were
letting the key thaw out, but you put it in the freezer. Please Marla
let me off don't..."
"NOT another word! I have the ways and means to put you out of this
house. I am furious at what you did; you had so little trust in me you
had to sneak around and crossdress. When I could have had a part in the
playing, I'm not shocked by your crossdressing, if you like women's
clothes I can be very understanding, but I won't have you hiding it
from me. And I won't have you promise some other woman to "do anything"
to hide the fact from me. I'm glad Dianne got to give you your party,
now you have a woman who has you under her thumb who has no attachment
to you so you're stuck. As far as I know the key to that thing on you
is still in her hands, so no matter what happens you will have only one
way out. Do what you're told and do it immediately. Now get out of the
men's clothes right now! You are the maid until I promote you, free you
or sell you. Understand?"
"I understand."
"WHAT?"
"I understand Marla."
"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?"
"I understand Mistress."
"I CAN'T HEAR YOU WHEN YOU MUMBLE MISSY."
"I UNDERSTAND MISTRESS."
"Good, now get every stitch off and follow me."
Part Two Juliette Packs Marla rules the roost
I stripped and picked up my clothes, following Marla to the bedroom.
She had a new set of bra and panties laid on the bed, but before I
could don them I was told to empty my closet and pack all my male
clothes into cardboard boxes that were laying collapsed on the floor.
All pants went in one box, suits in another, shirts, and underwear,
socks and shoes followed. Finally the closet was empty except for the
few dresses I owned, and my dresser drawers contained only bras,
panties slips and stockings, and all shoes had four-inch heels. When
the boxes were filled each was sealed with tape, and marked in red
marker "Men's Clothing" and each sub category noted. Marla ordered me
to sit on the floor and handed me bright red nail polish.
"Now polish each toe and wait for the previous toe to dry before
painting the next one. I'm glad Dianne was content with only giving you
a manicure, that means we can go out and get new nails for you so you
have pretty ones."
I sat and polished each toe while Marla worked with items in the
bathroom. When the last nail was dry I was ordered to do my face while
Marla supervised. Upon completion of that task I was allowed to don the
panties, which were followed by the matching corset. Gasping for breath
I put on the self-stick false breasts and the pretty lace brasserie.
Once I had my nylons on my slip and dress followed. And lastly the
shoulder length auburn curls and heels completed my attire.
"Now we store all of this excess clothing, come along Julie you load up
your truck now."
In a deep misery I carried each box to my pickup and stowed every one.
Marla handed my clutch purse to me and had me carry the ice block to
the truck and stow it in a cheap Styrofoam cooler, which was taped
shut.
"Now Julie go to the hardware store and by two padlocks. Drive to the
self storage place by the airport, rent a large enough space to hold
the pickup and park it inside use one lock to secure the door and then
walk to the park and ride lot and wait at the shelter for me.
Understand?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Good I'll call the payphone at the park and ride in one hour and
thirty minuets. If you don't answer I'll call every hour 'till you are
there, but I will only call once each hour. I won't leave the house
until you answer the little quiz I have dreamed up. And I will take my
time coming for you so be patient. Now hurry missy, you have chores to
complete."
Part Three - Juliette meets more family and fiends
I hurried off and quickly had the locks, but at the storage place I ran
into the first obstacle, the lady in the office was my wife's Aunt
Cora. Cora had been told to expect me and made me recount all the
details from the last night to her and the two dullards in her office.
Every detail was repeated at least twice as the crude and cruel women
kept interrupting with questions and comments. I even had to show them
my panties before Cora allowed me to go store my truck. When I walked
back to the gate after locking the storage bay, Cora stopped me and had
me leave both keys and my lot key (a magnetic card) in her safe.
"You being a silly sissy maid you might lose it, and I want to make
sure you have everything safe."
With that she pinched my buttock and made me wince from the pain of a
pinch on a very tender bottom. The three women cackled in glee at my
discomfort. I walked as quickly as the heels allowed and got to the
parking lot shelter as the phone finished ringing. I was too late for
the first call. It was a chilly day and the dress was not that heavy so
I soon was quiet chilled, and to worsen matters I had to relieve my
bladder. Now I stood in the middle of a parking lot waiting for a phone
to ring with aching feet, chilled to the bone and wanting to pee. To my
great horror Dianne drives up, and begins to quiz me about what
happened after I got home. I recount the whole tale, up to the storing
of my truck, while Dianne sips from a water bottle. As the pain of
bladder distension get worse she wickedly pours out the water so I can
hear the sound of running water. I am in agony when the phone rings,
and barely gets to the phone in time. Marla starts her quiz.
"Hi Julie, did you get the locks?"
"Yes Mistress."
Which causes Dianne to hoot, "Mistress what a sissy!"
"Who is that I hear?"
"Dianne is here Mistress."
"Is that Dianne who had you mince all over the mall?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Then that is Mistress Dianne, you apologize for being familiar and
calling her by her given name."
"Yes Mistress, Mistress Dianne I'm sorry I forgot to be respectful and
failed to call you mistress, will you forgive me?"
"Show me your panties, maybe I'll forgive you. But ask permission
first." Was all Dianne said.
"Mistress Dianne wants to see my panties Mistress Marla, may I show
her? Please?"
"Beg me for permission, make me believe you really want to show those
panties to Dianne."
"Please Mistress Marla, let me show Mistress Dianne my panties so she
will forgive me for being forward and disrespectful, please Mistress I
beg for your permission to show my panties."
Dianne has a large water bottle now and is pouring it on the ground
making a maddening splashing sound that causes my bladder to ache.
"Have you shown any others your panties Julie?"
"Yes Mistress Aunt Cora and her two coworkers demanded they see my
panties."
"So what did they do that makes them exempt from your asking
permission?"
"They told me to show or do without the storage bay. I had to obey them
in order to obey you. Please mistress let me show my panties."
"You sound like you're in pain Julie, what's the matter?"
"I'm cold, my feet hurt, and I have to pee so bad it hurts. And
Mistress Dianne keeps pouring out water, making me have to pee even
worse."
"Oh you poor thing, you show your panties without permission and I'll
double your punishment. Now beg Mistress Dianne for permission to pee
and let me hear you be real submissive, embroider the plea so I know
you are trying to please."
"Please Mistress Dianne, may this worthless sissy have your kind
permission to void his bladder?"
"No, Juliette I want you more submissive, and you still have to show me
your panties." Said Dianne.
"Mistress Marla, Mistress Dianne is demanding to see my panties. Please
let me show them. I'll be so very submissive to the both of you. I'll
worship your beauty, and lovingly tend to all your needs. Please
Mistress Marla she's pouring more water and I hurt, I'm going to wet
myself if I don't get permission. Please don't make me wet myself.
Please, Please."
I was sobbing at the last and felt the warm trickle start, and then a
torrent flowed drenching my panties and forming a puddle between my
feet. I cried and blushed to be so humiliated in this public place.
Dianne took the phone from me and shouted into it.
"Marla your sissy just peed all over himself, you should see his face.
He's sobbing and blushing, I'm so glad I had my camcorder set in my car
to catch this. I'll bring him to the mall when he finishes his peeing.
Here you tell him what he's going to do."
Part Four - Dianne adds insult to insult
I took the phone and listened, "Now Julie, take your wet panties off
and throw them in the trash can that's the farthest away from the
shelter, then go find where Miss Dianne hides from you. Be sure you
think carefully, she will not stay in the lot, so look smart. Remember
to find Dianne in person and you have to ask her to take you to buy dry
panties no matter where you find her. Now slip off the panties when
Dianne tells you, give Dianne the phone now."
Dianne chatted with Marla for several more minuets, with her back
turned to me, I stood there getting colder and more miserable in my wet
panties, finally after agonizing minuets, Dianne turned to me and
ordered me out of my panties, just as a bus of commuters entered the
lot's driveway. Now I had to slip my panties off before the bus got
close enough for the riders to see me clearly. I franticly pulled to
find Marla had put a safety pin in the waistband of my panties fixing
them to my camisole. I franticly felt for the pin and struggled to open
it aware of my exposure in back. Dianne began to laugh aloud at my
predicament and just as the bus pulled within the lane leading to the
shelter I freed the panties and drew them down and off. Dianne told me
to head for the trash can all the way across the lot. Then to meet her
at the craft megastore a mile away down the approach road to the
airport. She then entered her car and left me to walk the hundreds of
feet to the trash can with wet panties in my hands. I passed by
commuters finding their cars, and cringed at my situation, at the
trashcan I dropped in the panties and saw writing on the seat.
"Aunt Cora keep my keys, Marla wears the pants, so I wear panties" was
on the back. On the front of the panties in very small letters was
"Check the back of your skirt".
I felt behind me and found my skirt and slip tucked up and secured by a
ribbon, I pulled on the ribbon and blessedly it let my skirt down in
back. Tottering on my heels I made my way to the big craft store and
began to search for Dianne. I found her in the middle of several of her
guest from the night before.
"Mistress Dianne may I speak to you please?" I asked
"The sissy has arrived ladies." Dianne replied. "Go on sissy what are
you wanting to waste my time on?"
"Please Mistress Dianne will you take me to buy dry panties?"
"I'm busy and I want to talk to my friends here, go wait outside, sit
on the car trunk lid and wait. I'll be along sometime."
"Yes Mistress." I said and left to wait for her.
I had to look for Dianne's car in the lot and found it right in front
of the door, where I would be on display. Since she owned a small low
roadster I was seated on the trunk at the level of a low chair and had
to clamp my thighs together to hide my chastity, which clunked on the
lid if I moved. The cold metal trunk lid chilled my bottom and added to
my discomfort. About an hour later another car pulled into the space
behind Dianne and left the headlight on spotlighting me on the hood.
Aunt Cora exited her car and was joined by her two clerks. They chatted
about my situation, and went on at length about how sorry they were to
miss the party the night before. At long last Dianne exited the store
with a cart full of purchases which she had me store in the trunk,
making me bend over and raise my skirt hem in back. Mona, one of Cora's
clerks, flipped up my skirt and pinched my buttock, making me jerk
upright and bump my head on the trunk lid. Finally I was allowed to
seat myself in the little car, and Dianne drove off with me. I soon
began to sob as we drove along back to the big mall we had been to two
nights before.
Part Five - Salon of horrors, more family time follies
To my horror she took me to a salon where I was divested of my wig and
left to wait. Soon two ladies led me to a room in the back, where I was
stripped bare and ordered into a shower and then on to a table. What
followed was a total hair removal using a xenon flash, addition of hair
extensions, dying of my hair, application of lethal looking nails
painted crimson and matching paint on my toe nails. Styling of the new
hair and the attachment of prosthetic breasts were next as well as a
fresh makeup application and then a new corset, stockings and panties.
The ladies led me back out to the waiting area in just the underwear,
several women were waiting, among whom were my Mother-in-law, and
Marla's two sisters. The women began to interrogate me about my
crossdressing, and offered more humiliating explanations of my behavior
than were warranted. I tried to be calm but the day had been such an
ordeal, I was choking up at every question.
Finally Marla arrived and handed me a full slip and a navy blue fitted
shirtdress. I was taken to a restaurant nearby where Marla ordered us
salads, and began to tell me how things were to change. Since I worked
freelance from home I would be the maid for a period of thirty days. I
was to wear the chastity until I had done fifteen days of satisfactory
work, which meant no demerits in thirty hours. (Thirty hours was used
to put my freelance work out of the demerit earning period, Six hours
of my work followed by a twenty four hour day, so to get fifteen good
days earned I would endure eighteen days and eighteen hours). I was to
make a file to keep all my time on the computer. And as an additional
task I was to print out ten stories from five different authors on the
FictionMania site, I had to find ten story tasks to perform and had to
do them with either with her and Dianne watching and or her mother and
sisters.
I had to have five good days accumulated just to start the first task,
and two authors I had to include were Deborah Ford, "because she puts
her men in the worst situations" and CissyKay who has that Biker story
going, and the guy is suffering so much". The last requirement was the
worst. I had to post the whole sorry tale on the FictionMania Site, and
only do the stunts suggested by the reviewers, each reviewer had to be
thanked in an e-mail, and informed when the write-up of the task was
written.
In stunned silence I listened to Marla as she set down my road to
redemption. When back at home I wrote out the previous story and this
one. And now must post as required. Oh please be merciful reviewers,
choose easy story scenes from Deborah Ford and CissyKay, and please
choose three more writers to supply the other scenes. Remember I don't
live in a magic world, and Marla has forbidden any surgery. I await
your posts don't leave me hanging. If Marla chooses the scenes I may
well be dead before the first one is finished. Please be merciful.
Now the waiting begins
Let all choose with wicked grins
Two wicked tales from each
Easy humiliations to reach
Pick two from Deborah Ford and CissyKay
Make them as doable a s possible if you play
Three other writers choose and give the two
Tales that will cause Juliette to rue
The day he looked upon the site
Where manic fiction dwells aright
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