Adventures With Aunt Madge
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"Secretarial Day With Aunt Madge"
My parents were having a cookout and had invited Madge over for the
afternoon. I was getting a hamburger off the grill in the back yard as
she approached then looked around to see my folks busy talking at the
patio table.
"You haven't come over in quiet some time Timmy, what's the matter
precious?" she questioned as she gathered her food. "I want you to come
over, I want you to come over tomorrow morning Timmy," she said as she
took her plate in hand. "And you'd better show up this time sweetie,
understand?" she whispered as she went to the table to join my folks. I
had no choice but to follow and start a quiet lunch.
Madge mentioned needing some more work done and my dad was only too happy
to see me be helpful and useful in addition to making a little spending
money. He was going golfing early and mom was going shopping so I would
have plenty of time to help Madge.
"Just be home in time for supper and for your homework," dad said as he
took another scoop of potato salad and continued on as if nothing was out
of the ordinary.
"Well, see you bright and early then Timmy dear?" Madge said with her
characteristic smile as she spoke in her feminine tone knowing full well
she had other plans for me.
She had forced me into bridal wear, a black satin maids uniform and for
more severe punishments sometimes resorted to the "queening chair" in the
spare room, but after making some modifications to a couple of her more
sturdy, paneled panty girdles she was content just putting me in a
brassiere, tight briefer panties and a nylon nightgown and then fitting
my head into the panty girdle before she put it on! She had made a
girdled addition that my head fit into, a hood of sorts built right into
the front of the panty girdle that looked a bit like a third leg opening
but it wasn't. After fitting my head into the front of the girdle she
would lift her skirts and pull the girdle on, wiggling into it until it
was smooth and high and tight on her waist and my face was pressed firmly
against her hairless mound! She even added straps that were sewn around
my head that she could pull and adjust and tighten to hold me in place
and to provide her with the level of stimulation she desired. I hadn't
been over to her place now in a few weeks and was worried at the new
plans she had obviously been working on.
I knocked on Madge's back door early the next morning as soon as the
folks left under the pretense of helping her clean her carpets, but I
knew that was only a front, just a pretense to get me back over to her
house.
She met me at the kitchen door and quietly moved me inside. I noticed a
large exercise walking machine set up in the living room but didn't have
time to ask any questions as Madge quickly led me to the bathroom to get
me prepared to start another "session".
"I see you haven't been shaving," she said as she began Nairing me once
again as I stood in the tub. "Prissy little sissy boys like you shouldn't
have any body hair, ever. I much prefer you all smooth, pretty and
perfumed for me dear," she said as she continued.
I put up with the Nairing, the floral scented bubble bath and the modest
tweezing of my eyebrows as she once again began pulling me into her
feminine world. I knew I was going to be here for several hours and knew
the process. I then asked what would it be today. Sitting and posing in
her white satin wedding gown, mincing around the bedroom dressed as a
frilly sissy complete with a lacy parasol or would she invite Ruth over
and make me wear the black satin maids uniform complete with petticoats
to act as a serving maid serving coffee and lady fingers while they
looked on at me performing my duties. Or would it go worse. Would I be
strapped to that padded bench again or would I be spending my hours under
Madge's skirts with my head encased in one of her girdles while she
relaxed on her bed reading one of her romance novels while I was forced
to stimulate her? I became worried as she spoke again.
"These aren't strictly punishments Timmy, I am training you to become
more feminine more ladylike," she said as she toweled me off. She then
led me to her bedroom where I could see she had been busy because the
full array of women's clothing was already laid out on the bed. But first
she quickly did my makeup and pulled and worked my long hair into a
severe bun arrangement at the back.
Things went pretty much as usual as she began dressing me as if it was
just a normal occurrence. She soon had me tucked deeply and tightly in a
pair of her white satin spandex panty briefer complete with a pad. The
nude support pantyhose came next followed by a tight white panty girdle.
She had me sit on the bed as she quickly worked the sheer, glossy garter
hose up my legs making sure the seams were straight. Then once she had
them properly and tightly gartered to the panty girdle she pulled it up
high and tight on my waist then clipped and zipped up the long side
zipper on the high waist garment.
A matching white brassiere was added but this time it was new. This one
was a long line brassiere with much bigger cups this time. She quickly
hooked me into it and pulled it down over the high rise panty girdle then
added a new set of silicone breast forms then adjusted the bra straps
until my new bust stood straight out! She then brought over a white satin
corset and wrapped it around my waist.
It was also new and I noticed it was smaller than the ones she usually
laced me into and I felt the tightness as she began lacing me into it! I
gasped as the corset became tight and then creaked as it gleamed in the
light pulling and cinching my waist smaller and then smaller yet!
I could sense Madge's excitement as my appearance became more and more
feminine. I noticed the large heavy silicone falsies as they swung and
jiggled in the long line brassiere. I noticed the additional padding at
the hips of the panty girdle too as they rounded my form and noticed the
tight, white spandex of the panty girdle as it forced my crotch tightly
into a woman's "V" shape cleft!
A white, lace trimmed nylon full slip followed and she soon had me zipped
into the tight and tailored garment. Then she swished an emerald green,
satin blouse from a hangar and began pulling it over my head and fitting
my arms through the long sleeves.
She added a type of collar to my neck. It was a sturdy boned, black
leather affair complete with laces and buckles at the back. There were
gleaming steel "D" rings at the front, sides and back as well and it felt
uncomfortable as it stretched the length of my neck tight and tilted my
chin slightly upwards. This with the tightly cinched corset forced me
into a feminine posture. Madge then pulled the green satin blouse up and
after buttoning up the back and tying the large satin sash into a
feminine bow at the front she finished by buttoning the four green satin
buttons at each of the extended satin cuffs of the sleeves.
A black, stain lined wool skirt came next. She had a time getting it over
the wide padded hips of the panty girdle but with the slippery lining of
the skirt and the nylon full slip she already had me in she soon had it
pulled up high and tight on my waist. After tucking the blouse in and
smoothing it out she buttoned the skirt and then zipped up the zipper in
the back and smoothed the skirt down.
She had me sit on the edge of the bed as she fit my feet into a new pair
of high heeled shoes. These had nearly impossible heels. They were ladies
court shoes, oxfords that laced up the front. Once she had them tight she
had me stand and looked on with satisfaction as I wobbled, teetering on
the gleaming six and a half inch black patent leather heels. She quickly
clipped a multi strand pearl necklace around my neck and added heavy
dangle earrings to my now pierced ears.
She continued by strapping a tight leather belt around my waist and
buckling it tightly in back. She then took a woman's black suit jacket
off a hangar and fit me into it. It was tailored to a very feminine form.
The green satin lining slid easily over the satin of the blouse she had
me in. I noticed a large brooch on the left lapel as she buttoned me into
it.
She then buckled my wrists into the tight wrist cuffs attached to the
belt with more of the sturdy gleaming "D" rings. I looked into the mirror
and realized I now looked like some kind of an old fashioned school
teacher!
"What am I today, a 'school marm'?" I asked as Madge looked me over.
"No" she said. "You're a secretary today, a very prim, feminine and
proper old fashioned secretary that's all dolled up nice and pretty," she
said as she then led me from the bedroom and into the living room.
I was having trouble with the high stiletto heels.
"I see you've started to forget how to walk in heels dear but don't you
worry sweetie, you'll be getting lots of practice walking in those heels
today," she said as she led me to the large walking machine in the middle
of the living room and had me step up upon the treadmill. She then began
fumbling with the collar of the blouse, moving it down to expose the
metal "D" rings at the sides of my neck. She then took a clip that
dandled from a chain that had been affixed to the ceiling I hadn't
noticed before. She quickly clipped it to the right side of collar then
quickly took the other dangling chain and clipped it to the other "D"
ring securely hooked to the left side of the neck harness. The chains
weren't tight, they hung loose but it was clear that with my wrists
cuffed at my waist and my neck collar chained I wasn't going anywhere.
I began to get nervous once again as she looked me over with satisfaction
at seeing me all trussed up and standing on the large contraption. I told
her I would be happy to play her mincing sissy or her maid for the day
but she only continued.
"You're my secretary today sweetie. You shouldn't have made me wait, you
shouldn't have said no when I asked you to come over the last two times.
You haven't kept yourself smooth shaven, you haven't been wearing the
panties I asked you to wear under your jeans and you've forgotten how to
walk in heels and how a proper lady should feel once she is all dressed
up nice and feminine. Well sweetie, you're getting a refresher course
today!" she said as she reached for the control nob at the front of the
machine.
She clicked the knob to the first setting bringing the machine to life
with an almost silent whirring noise. It startled me as the large mat of
the walking platform then began to move causing me to instantly jerk face
forward and have to start walking to keep up with the mat that was now
moving under my feet. She gave the knob another click and the mat began
moving faster! She watched me walking along for a moment and once
satisfied she went to the kitchen then returned with a large cup of
coffee and sat it on the end table by the couch. She then returned to me
and turned the knob up another click!
"Move like a lady, that's it Timmy!" she said with excitement then turned
the knob to the next higher setting. Then I tripped on the heels!
The mat kept whirring through the machine pulling my feet back as I fell
forward. I tried reaching out to grab the side rails to break my fall but
instantly felt my leather wrist cuffs pull tight to the wide leather
strap buckled around my waist. I then felt the chains snap tight at my
leather neck collar!
Madge dialed the control knob back to zero and looked on as I struggled
dangling at an angle hanging by the stiff leather collar tightly buckled
around my neck. I stumbled on the stiletto heels trying to stand once
again but the tightness of the black wool pencil skirt kept me from
righting myself. I gasped wide eyed and wrenched my wrists against the
cuffs, my long, glossy red fingernails splayed out trying to reach the
bars gleaming in the light as I dangled there.
"I imagine that must feel quite unpleasant," she said as she looked me
over as I struggled, gasping as the neck chains held me tight in a mock
hanging. "That's the punishment for not paying attention my dear sweet
sissy boy. Understand now, hummmm?" she cooed as I continued to gasp,
writhe and struggle.
"Yes, I think you understand now, don't you sweetie?" she said as she
stood me back up on the walking platform. I wobbled and teetered on the
heels while she smoothed my blouse and skirt down and buttoned the ladies
sport coat that had come undone in the fall. I gasped a breath of air and
as my head cleared I began to whimper and to sniffle once again at my
latest predicament.
"Now we'll have none of that," Madge said as she quickly took a Kleenex
and dried my eyes. "Don't you dare ruin your pretty makeup and stop your
crying! Do I have to get the ball gag?" she said with authority as she
dried my eyes and freshened my makeup and lipstick. "You just pay
attention now and take your 'treatment' and smile just like a pretty lady
secretary and we won't have any more problems now will we?" she said as
she put the makeup back into her purse and set it aside. She then
returned and switched the control knob back to the lowest setting.
As the mat began whirring through the machine I was forced to begin
walking once again. Madge looked on with a smile as she turned the knob
to the second setting. "Pay attention now dear," she said as she took her
seat on the couch and crossed her nyloned legs and looked on. She then
sipped her coffee and after looking on for a moment longer she simply
smiled with satisfaction then gathered one of her woman's magazines and
began reading through it.
The mat continued whirring underneath me as I was forced to walk. One
step after another I minced forward but in place on the high stiletto
heels. I could feel the tightness of the skirt and how the heavy breast
forms jiggled with each step and I could hear the swish of my now shaved
and nylon encased legs as my thighs and calves zipped past one another.
"Swing your hips sissy, lean back," Madge commented as she finished an
article in the magazine and looked up. But now unsatisfied she set the
magazine aside and approached me once again. "My, my," she said. "You've
forgotten how to walk like a proper young lady haven't you?" she said as
she looked me over as I walked in my stationary position trying me best
not to fall again. "I thought you'd just love being all dolled up nice
and pretty Timmy but for some reason I don't think you feel feminine
enough yet. Hummmmm, let me see," she said as she moved in and turned the
control knob to setting three! The machine whirred faster! She then
observed me as I struggled along. She then clicked the knob to setting
four!
I grunted and gasped as the belt whirred even faster under my stiletto
heeled feet. I began falling behind and felt the chains at my neck
getting tight and pulling once again! I quickly stepped even faster until
I was once again at the center of the machine where I was supposed to be.
I gasped again as I moved along.
"Feel feminine yet Princess? Feel feminine in all your pretty ladies
clothes? Well, you will darling, you will," she said as she then turned
the knob to setting five!
"Mmmmmm," she said as the whirring mat moved faster still! She smiled and
then giggled as she listened to the nylons and the satin lining of the
skirt now zipping and swishing madly as I gasped again and frantically
minced along. "We'll just walk a while sweetie until you get used to
feeling the weight of breasts and how they feel when they swing and
jiggle and the feeling of those tightly gartered nylons and the tight
skirt and the high heels. When I am through with you my pretty little
sissy boy you'll know exactly how a proper lady feels when she is all
dressed up nice and pretty. Won't you?" With that she giggled then
returned to the couch. "Smile, smile pretty like a lady! Chest out, lean
back, push you little tucked mound forward, wiggle those hips," she
giggled once again I gasped as I struggled along being as careful as I
could not to trip or stumble again because now, I knew the penalty for
any lapse in concentration.
"Click-click-click-click," the staccato sound of the heels echoed through
the room as I was forced along on the walking machine. The higher setting
quickened my pace nearly doubling it from before and I was now forced to
take exaggerated steps. I could feel my hips undulating, swinging now,
wiggling and how each time I stretched my legs out to take yet another
step how the tailored, satin lined wool pencil skirt would snap tight
forcing me back into the short, fast mincing steps, the staccato sound of
the clicking heels filling the room! Madge could hear the click of the
heels and the swish of the skirt and the ladies lingerie. She knew
exactly what she was doing and as she enjoyed her coffee and her ladies
magazine the minutes ticked by.
I began to get tired and gasped as I begged her to let me off of the
relentless machine. Her only reply was to get up from the couch and to
leave the room! I then worried I might fall again and had to concentrate
on every step because being alone there would be no help should I trip
and fall! Moments later she returned from her bedroom wheeling her large
floor length mirror in front of her. She set it up and folded out the
large tri-fold mirror in front of the machine giving me a clear head to
toe view of myself. She then switched on the living room lights and
turned on all the lamps to make sure I could see myself clearly.
"Feel feminine yet Timmy, hummm?" she questioned looking on as I
continued to gasp and beg for her to let me loose. But she wanted more.
"I am sorry Timmy dear," she said. "I could let you go but I do so want
to make absolutely sure you know what it feels like to be properly
dressed like a lady. I want you to remember every nuance of the soft and
feminine clothing you're now wearing and how it 'feels' to be a lady. Now
you just continue your little walk and stay silent and smile or I'll have
to get the gag. Do you understand sissy?"
I gasped and shook my head in the affirmative as she looked on. "Good.
Because my little dear that gag would not be a welcome addition with you
getting your little exercise now would it?" she said as she returned to
the couch crossed her legs with a swish, smoothed her skirt and her
hairdo then returned to her magazine.
My mind began to race. What was the point I wondered and as the minutes
passed into a quarter hour and then a half hour and then a full hour I
began to realize exactly what she had so carefully planned.
My mind reeled. My tip-toed stance on the stiletto heels caused my feet
and calves to ache as I minced and wiggled along. The tight corset that
cinched my waist to a small, curvaceous and feminine hour-glass
proportion knifed at my mid section, I could feel every stay now and feel
the laces as they cut into me holding me in their inescapable embrace. My
forehead and temples burned at the hairstyle Madge had chosen for today's
exercise, pulled tightly back into the severe bun the style was designed
to reinforce the feminine ideal. I could feel the heavy dangle earrings
as they swung from my pierced earlobes and could feel them bouncing and
brushing against my perfumed neck with every step as that same perfume
hung around my head like a feminine cloud! I gasped again then grimaced
noticing that the first hour had now passed and the minutes continued to
tick by. Madge got up to wipe away the perspiration that was beginning to
form on my brow. After using a Kleenex she took out her compact and gave
me a fresh dusting of powder to take the shine off my face.
"Feel feminine yet sweetie?" she cooed as she looked me over once again
before taking her seat back on the couch.
The posture collar held my chin up tight and my head slightly back while
the corset forced my waist into a feminine hour-glass shape and forced my
hips forward. The sounds became a type of metronome now. The "shick-zip-
shick-zip-shick-zip" swishing sound of my nyloned legs, the calves and
thighs swishing under the tight satin lined wool skirt and the steady
"click-click-click-click of the high heels on the moving mat filled the
room as a reminder of what I was now wearing!
I gasped to see my heavily made up face, my glossy red lips parted in a
gasp to breathe and the redness of my cheeks from the exertion now mixed
with the blusher I was wearing. "Shick-zip-shick-zip!" The sounds filled
the air as I was forced to watch the display in the full length mirror
directly in front of me. My now feminized feet wedged and laced into the
gleaming black patent leather shoes with the stiletto heels gleamed in
the room light. The shine of the beige nylons I was now wearing was
evident in the well lit room as they sheathed my now shaven legs.
The tight, satin lined skirt continued to whistle and whisper with each
mincing, wiggling step. I watched as the skirt would become lose and
tight and lose and then tight again as I was forced to throw my hips into
each long, exaggerated step as I walked along. With my posture being
dictated by the collar and the corset I noticed my back moving from a
dull ache into a more pronounced one. I then realized with my chest
forced out that the weight of the heavy breast forms now jiggling and
swinging pendulously as they jutted out under the jacket and the gleaming
green satin blouse were adding to my discomfort. Another fifteen minutes
went by.
"Do you feel feminine yet Timmy? Do you feel feminine now?" Madge
questioned as she stood near me looking on again, watching me mincing and
swishing in the tight feminine skirt suit and the green satin blouse.
"N...NO!" I angrily yelled back as I fought and tried to stop.
"Hummmmm," she said quizzically as she returned to the couch and her
magazine leaving me firmly secured to the walking machine. Then another
half an hour passed.
I was forced to watch myself 'parade' in front of Madge on that walking
machine and tried to put the sensations out of my mind but I couldn't.
And I now knew that Madge was indeed getting her way with me! I could
still hear the swish of all the nylons and the lingerie and still hear
the click of the stiletto heels but now I could feel everything I was
wearing down to the smallest detail! My heavy silicone breasts mocked me
as they swung to and fro with every step causing my back to ache as they
jiggled in the white lacy nylon brassiere. I could feel the straps
tighten and loosen as I moved.
I could feel the slippery frictionless sensation of the full slip too as
the material swished and flowed effortlessly over my now girdled,
corseted and feminized form. I could feel my dangling earrings as they
bounced and brushed against my neck and feel each of the garter straps on
the girdle pulling against the fully fashioned seamed nylon stockings
with each step as the straps tightened and loosened. And I could feel how
Madge had tucked me so tightly into the girdle to create that feminine
"V" shaped mound that showed no trace of a bulge under the swishing skirt
and how the girdled crotch now forced into a cleft made it feel like
pouting vaginal lips now rubbing under the tight girdle. I could hear the
zip of heavily paneled white spandex material at the uppermost of my
thighs and feel the pressure the garment exerted to keep my 'mound'
tightly tucked.
Another fifteen minutes passed and I was gasping in pain with each
mincing step as I was forced to continue wiggling along. My feet and back
ached and my tightly girdled crotch ached for release and still I was
forced to continue on.
"Do you feel feminine now? Do you feel feminine now Timmy?" Madge asked
as she came near once again and waited for an answer. "Answer me darling,
tell me you feel feminine sweetie, that's all it takes. Tell me you feel
like a lady now and we can end this. You've been such a good little girl
for aunt Madge today, don't spoil things now," she said and then asked
the same question as I continued to mince along.
"Do you feel feminine sweetie?" She waited as I continued struggling and
strutting until I could take no more.
"I...I fe...feel feminine now M...Madge," I gasped out all to Madge's
delight.
"Do you feel like a lady too now?" she continued, satisfied that she had
broken me once again with yet another diabolical plan of hers.
"Yes! I...I... fe.....feel like a l...lady, I fe...feel like a lady!" I
gasped as I stumbled on my sore high heeled feet once again.
She then reached up and dialed down the machine and finally shut it off.
As I teetered on the heels she undid my wrist cuffs and the chains at my
neck collar. "Mmmmm, my feminine little darling, you know what it feels
like to be all dressed up nice and pretty and feel like a lady now don't
you? Yesssss. I'm so proud of you sweetie," she said as she released me
then helped me over to the couch to rest.
An hour later I was back home in my kitchen. My dad noticed me as I
limped to the refrigerator for a soda and noticed as I reached for my
sore back but said nothing. "I'm afraid Timmy might have over did himself
a bit Henry," Madge said to my dad as she looked on at me fighting the
urge to laugh. "Such a little darling, moving that heavy carpet machine
around the house and even carrying it downstairs for me," she went on
never letting dad in on the fact that my feet were sore from the high
heels and my back was sore from the corset and the heavy breast forms.
"Well, nothing wrong with a little hard work now is there?" my dad
commented as he sipped his beer.
"No, nothing wrong at all!" Madge exclaimed as she smiled and thanked me
for all the help. "I hope to see you soon Timmy dear!" she said with a
smile as she bid us goodbye then turned on her heel and with a hint of a
lilting giggle she left through the back door. Dad returned to the sports
section of the newspaper as I left the kitchen and went to my bedroom to
take a nap and worrying about any new plans Madge was sure to be thinking
of at this very moment!
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