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13. No way out?
The next morning saw the beginning of a bizarre daily routine. Geoffrey
was dressed as a girl, groomed meticulously, and kept restrained and
gagged most of the time. He was the witness to a peaceful domestic life,
and he was well taken care of, but a bit as if he was an expensive pet.
He did not have to do anything, but watch TV, with carefully selected
programs, the cooking programs, Fashion TV, and everything that was
stereotypically deemed as woman's stuff. There were exercise sessions,
with stretching and limbering-up exercises, some bodybuilding, in
particular of calves and ankles so he'd be comfortable walking in high-
heel shoes.
He had to don various outfits, dresses, skirts, petticoats, blouses, all
pink, purple, green, and all made of shiny materials such as satin nylon
or silk. Mrs Driver had sewn several garments to his size. Then he was
made to parade in them, giving a private fashion show to Mrs Driver and
Alice. He still felt being a captive was wrong, but as days went, there
was also comfort in having nothing to think about. And being taken care
of by Alice was just pure bliss! And as he grew more and more docile, Mrs
Driver said one evening during dinner that there would be some softening
of the rules very soon. Geoffrey then thought that his time to escape was
coming...
The next day was a gray and rainy one. The routine went on, and even more
strictly when Mrs Driver noticed that one of Geoffrey's stockings was
laddered. It earned him a two-hour stay at the pole, a punishment he had
avoided until then. So, a little after breakfast, dressed in his shortest
skirt, wearing his highest-heeled boots and his tightest fitting blouse,
Geoffrey had ended up trussed up to the beam in the living room; Mrs
Driver had not limited her use of ropes, for not only his ankles, knees,
upper thighs, waist chest and shoulders were circled with the thick cord,
but several strands had then been used in a criss-cross pattern to link
the various ropes to each other and to the beam, turning Geoffrey into a
genuine damsel in distress.
His silk-filled mouth and the scarves tightly holding the packing into
his mouth, and covering his lower face made him once again a silent
witness to whatever went on around the room. One hour at the most had
gone by when the doorbell rang. Mrs Driver went to open it. It could be
the milkman giving the invoice, or the postman bringing a parcel... But
Geoffrey soon heard that it was no one this usual who was at the front
door.
"Mrs Driver, good morning! I'm Lydia Winthrop, from the city's social
services. I was around for another visit, and I thought I'd call on young
Geoffrey Evans. May I come in?"
"You certainly may, Mrs Winthrop. Please come in, don't stay out in the
rain! I'm afraid I'll have to take you to the kitchen, I've just cleaned
the living-room carpet, and it will take a little while to dry... Would
you care for a cup of tea?"
"Sure!"
Geoffrey could hear the two women going down the hall; of course, both
living-room doors were closed. But as he could hear them talking, maybe
they would hear him grunting, especially this Mrs Winthrop? So he called
as loud as he could, but the gag had not been put on him just to look
good, it also reduced his attempts to a very low noise.
Throughout the conversation between the two women that he overheard,
coming from the kitchen, he mewed as loudly as possible in the hope that
Mrs Winthrop would find out what was going on.
"So Mrs Winthrop, I'm glad to meet you, but I'm afraid you won't get to
meet Geoffrey this morning. He's gone to the dentist..."
"Oh, is that right? Did he have any problems that have been left
unattended while he was staying in the previous institution?"
"No, not at all. But he just said he had had no routine check for over a
year, and I'm quite concerned with the boy keeping a healthy and clean
mouth."
Geoffrey mewed even louder at this outrageous lie, but obviously he could
not be heard.
"So, will he be here this afternoon? I'm in the area all day, and I could
come back sometimes between two and three..."
"Yes, please do, he'll be there, and I'm quite glad to see that there is
concern for him. He's been so poorly treated over the last few months
that it can only do the but a wealth of good to see he's well taken care
of."
The conversation went on for several minutes on topics as interesting as
the weather, and how education had grown to be so difficult, but ten
minutes later, Mrs Winthrop had walked out from the house, and the
entrance door got slammed shut.
Mrs Driver entered the living-room, and looked at Geoffrey.
"Naughty Jessica, you've been trying to attract attention. You've got a
little bit more to learn in the field of modesty..."
She picked up the phone:
"Edna? We've got a little situation on our hands... Yes, I'll need you to
help me out with Jessica... Could you manage to get Jeremy to come over
here this afternoon...?" Geoffrey was really puzzled as to what Mrs
Gilligham could be saying as Mrs Driver thoughtfully listened to her on
the phone. And who was Jeremy?
"Fine, my dear, yes, come at one, we should be ready. Thanks again for
understanding and being there when you're needed."
She hung up.
"A little change in your schedule, Jessica. I think you'll enjoy your
stay with Ed... uh, Mrs Gilligham!"
The grunt she got in reply did not sound much like an agreement.
"I can't keep you here for the afternoon and risk having you manage to
bring attention to yourself in any sill manner you may make up. But Mrs
Gilligham will be glad to look over you. Jeremy will be here at two so
Mrs Winthrop will see a perfectly healthy and balanced Geoffrey; and if
Mrs Winthrop is a bit deaf, Jeremy might have fine ears, it would be a
bit risky to keep you in the cellar. Plus I would like Mrs Winthrop to
visit the entire house..."
So it was the plan to get a substitute for him! And to hide him somewhere
else! How devious!
"And while you're over there, it will give Edna the opportunity to give
you a little training. She has had tremendous improvements with Andrea,
and I bet she will manage some good amelioration on you, Jessica... I'm
rather disappointed that I have to resort to such measures, but I would
have imagined that by now you would modestly let me take over in such a
situation, and do your part by waiting quietly! "
14. Geoffrey's on his way out...
And three hours later, Geoffrey was ready for Mrs Gilligham. He was
wearing a cute mauve tight-fitting dress, and he was trussed-up like a
turkey. His arms were carefully roped to his torso, slightly pulled
behind him, so his arms almost blended in with his body. His mouth was
packed with silk, and his lips smoothened by the taut stretching of the
white tape over them. The tape was covering his lower face and his
bulging cheeks because Alice had not saved any necessary tensing of the
various turns of the soft sticky material. After a 45-minute wait, Mrs
Gilligham was let in, holding large bags in each hand.
"Good afternoon Edwina, how are you? So let me see the little problem we
have..."
She stepped right in front of an indignant Geoffrey, and grabbed his chin
with three fingers, holding his head so she looked right onto his eyes.
"Jessica, my girl, I'm afraid I'm might sound like I always say the same
thing, but we know ways to make ourselves understood from sissies like
you... I, in particular, have already achieved certain results that are
rather amazing with other she-males. I'm proud to give a hand in
countering certain tendencies you may display... and a little stay with
Andrea and I could allow you to learn a few useful skills... But first of
all, I need to get you there."
She had put down her bag, and she picked up a first small device.
It was a thin bracelet of shiny black leather. But it did not go to his
wrist. Mrs Gilligham handed it to Alice, and ordered:
"Alice! Wrap his boy's naughty bits as we've shown you!"
Alice took the leather strap with a ring sewn in the middle. She minced
up to him, and before she knelt down to perform her dressing task, she
whispered: "Don't worry, this won't hurt."
She was facing the generous tent that stretched his bloomers. She buckled
the bracelet, and pushed it against the shiny material, sliding it over
Geoffrey's satin-lined sex, so the ring was pulling the bloomers tight
against the thin turgid cock. Once she had reached the pubis, she buckled
the bracelet tight, so it was at the base of his scrotum under which the
ring hung. His member was now sticking out, all the more than Alice's
fingers had not softened it at all. Three pairs of eyes were gazing at
the impressive display of lust, and he could hear silent sniggers before
verbal ones were uttered.
"It seems Jessica enjoys Alice taking care of her. That's a good thing. I
hope she will like Andrea's company also, I like it when girls get along
well, for they usually do less silly things. And I've trained Andrea to
be rather easygoing." Mrs Gilligham cooed, "so Jessica should still be as
noticeably delighted in her hands..."
Geoffrey grunted in displeasure at the remark. He was being made fun of
for being mistreated in the first place, with the obscene way his sex was
wrapped and let out in the open, for the dress had not been pulled down
over it. And it would certainly not go down on its own...
Mrs Gilligham took over. She had a latex mask in her hands, and she
plastered it over Geoffrey's face, which had already a generous amount of
tape covering its lower part, to keep a couple silk scarves from being
spitted out. There was some glue-like material inside, for it immediately
stuck to his skin. There were holes for the eyes and nostrils, and it
came down to his throat.
"It fits you very nicely, Jessica. Well, Edwina, your measurements were
quite accurate. And now, your nice hair! I can't wait for the day we can
use your own beautiful hair, but it is still a bit short at the
moment..."
So they had teamed up to imagine all these wicked treatments and design
these kinky accessories! Geoffrey was flabbergasted, but the little grunt
he emitted could not have conveyed one percent of the actual anger that
was running through him at that moment.
She then took a powder puff. She did his eyelids softly. She then set up
a stranger device yet that she took out from one of the bags. It was a
pair of plastic arms held together by wide leather straps. She pulled it
over Geoffrey's head, with one strap coming up front and one in the back,
so the arms would replace those that were solidly tied up. Further straps
were buckled so the arms stayed where they were meant to be, with
shoulder straps, and others running below his armpits.
Mrs Gilligham then handed leather cuffs to Alice, who knelt down to untie
his legs and then hobble them above and below the knees, with two or
three inches of chains linking the leather rings. Next she threaded
cables from the cuffs at the back of his thighs to the fake arms strap
covering his shoulder blades.
"Walk, Jessica!" Mrs Gilligham ordered. Geoffrey abode, and he took a few
steps. The arms were subtly swinging in synch with his legs, as if he
were actually walking with his arms free. He understood what they were
getting at... But as it had involved Alice groping his legs, it had not
been that bad...
There was more to the already complex outfit, as Mrs Gilligham had then
ordered Alice to fetch the "punneer". From the accent and the stress put
on the word, Geoffrey figured it had to be yet another exotic word. Once
this thing had been brought and fitted on him, he knew from experience
what it was. A bell-shaped device, this was a pannier, with a belt
surrounding his waist and whale bones coming all the way under his knees.
But the full use of this became known to Geoffrey only once two more
items got put into play. First a nylon thread, fishing line he had
thought was tied to the ring under his ball sack.
From there, it ran down to come back up from underneath the pannier. Its
end was attached to a ring that Mrs Gilligham slipped on her finger. She
gave a gentle tug, and the strap encircling his privates pulled on his
balls, causing some discomfort.
"Now Jessica, I'll stay nice, as long as you act nice. You understand how
I could possibly inflict you pain..."
She had used a meaningful tone, and Geoffrey knew she would not hesitate
pulling much harder. He stood still.
"Alice, would you be kind enough to bring Jessica her rubber mac? We
don't want her to get wet..."
Once the raincoat had been put on her, and that Geoffrey caught a glimpse
of "Jessica" in the entrance hall mirror, he saw how fiendish this all
outfit was, for nothing could give the slightest hint to a passer-by that
he was severely restrained and gagged, and with a massive erection
floating freely, hidden by the pannier that kept the raincoat from
clinging to his skin from the waist down.
"Goodbye, Jessica!" Mrs Driver greeted him. Alice even gave him a gentle
peck on his masked cheek. The door opened, he felt a slight tug down
below, and he had to follow this abject Mrs Gilligham out in the street.
15. Walking to Mrs Gilligham's lair
The hobbles and the high heels did not really help to start racing with
Mrs Gilligham as they walked out the house. The threat of having his
testicles squeezed did not help either. So he minced behind her, with the
unpleasant feeling that he was her poodle on a leash. Or whatever pet
that you could deviously hold by the balls.
"Don't worry, we're almost home, it's only three houses away..."
As they passed the small gate and turned right into the street, they fell
face to face with a police constable. Geoffrey could not believe his luck
and started to grunt to attract attention. But what he heard got him
awestruck.
"Oh, good afternoon, Officer Riley, how are you doing?"
Geoffrey felt the thread being pulled, ever so slightly so as he felt a
threat but no actual pain, and a look from Mrs Gilligham told him he'd
better behave...
"Mrs Gilligham, hello! How are you today? Rain in August! That's
annoying, uh?"
"That's not really as if we're not used to it. May I introduce to you my
niece, Jessica? The poor soul is speech-impaired, but she's a very bright
young lady, she's a lot of help to have around..."
"Mmmmm..."
Geoffrey did grunt again, but it was misunderstood as an attempt at
greeting. He felt the tension on his genitals increase a bit, and he
stopped making noise through his tight, pitiless gag.
"Nice to meet you Jessica," the police constable said, "I hope you have a
nice stay with Mrs Gilligham..." He then turned to Mrs Gilligham:
"It seems you like having your nieces around, how is Andrea, by the way?"
"Oh, she's just fine, she's watching her favourite soap opera as we
speak, I guess. That's her little leisure activity in the day. She has
lots of things to do otherwise, as she came to stay with me to learn
things her mother is at a loss to teach her."
They were interrupted by the coming of a boy, who was heading towards Mrs
Driver's house.
"Hello, Geoffrey, how are you today?" Mrs Gilligham cooed. The boy was
Geoffrey's height, and he looked about the same age. "Officer Riley, meet
Geoffrey, Mrs Driver's new foster son."
There was a quick exchange between the boy and the police constable, who
then took leave and went on down the pavement, considering his
socializing duties were done. "Geoffrey" entered Mrs Driver's garden, and
went to ring the bell.
The "leash" had remained taut, and the real Geoffrey was desperate.
Another chance at escaping these crazy women was gone. Mrs Gilligham had
pulled out of this situation with an incredible ease. And now she towed
him towards her own house. He could not help but follow her in the front
garden and inside the house once she had opened the door. She let him in,
before it was shut again and locked.
"So you thought you'd try to get Officer Riley to free you, didn't you?
Why would we take such care in restraining you if it were useless? I hate
to tell you that, but we've got you under control, and since I am the one
in charge for the moment, I will see to it that I get it through your
head... Before you get the well-deserved penalty for your foolishness,
I'd like you to greet Andrea."
She pulled him behind her and they entered the living-room. The house was
the same as Mrs Driver's, but it was symmetrically laid out. Geoffrey
could see that the old hag had not lied to the police constable. Andrea
was actually watching TV, and as it turned out Days of Our Lives was on.
But there was not much else Andrea could have done, for she was
stringently strapped to the armchair she was sitting in, a thick gag
covering her mouth. The chair seemed to be especially designed for the
purpose of accommodating a captive viewer.
"So here is Andrea, and as she's been nice today, I allowed her to watch
some TV."
Mrs Gilligham prodded Geoffrey next to a chair. She removed his raincoat
and the pannier, which she carefully folded and put away. Then she sat
him on the chair and used ropes to truss him up. She tightened them
carefully, and with four long pieces of rope she soon had him making one
with the chair.
"You will get a penalty for having tried to warn Officer Riley, plus
you've also made a fuss this morning with Mrs Driver. So I deem it wise
to have you take a little time on your own to meditate on your silly
behaviour. A whole afternoon should do..."
She then pushed the chair, which had small wheels to its legs, out in the
entrance hall. There was a closet underneath the stairs that she put him
into.
"I hope a little time by yourself in the dark will get you to think
differently..."
And she closed the door, leaving him all by himself in the narrow space
that smelled of wax and detergents. In the broom closet! What kind of
statement was she trying to make?
Geoffrey sat patiently, once he had made sure he would not be able to
escape the ropes Mrs Gilligham had so skilfully knotted. He thought about
Andrea and Alice. They had some really strange, uneventful lives...
Uneventful? It was not the proper attribute. It was homely, but not
uneventful, with Mrs Driver and Gilligham's wits put into it. And
Geoffrey had been able to witness how Alice had it good. He wondered at
times if his coming had not diverted Mrs Driver's disciplinarian
attention from her. And Mrs Gilligham's attention was not any looser.
"I thought of something..." she claimed as she suddenly opened the door,
Geoffrey being almost focused enough on something else. She did not want
him to forget her, apparently.
"I forgot about the rule of the house: inside, the girls' gags should be
visible."
She tied a folded scarf tightly over his mask, further constricting his
face.
"I didn't hear you say 'Thank You', Jessica!" Edna Gilligham emphasised
joyfully.
"Mmmmbllmm!" was all poor Geoffrey could reply.
The door was closed anew; long enough this time to have Geoffrey let his
mind wander wherever he wanted. And he got to thinking about surrendering
to the two women. To be kept dressed as a doll, a doll the Alice would
play with... The mere thought of Alice, her eyes, her smile, her smell
overpowered Geoffrey. He almost forgot the uncomfortable bind he was in.
He had lost any conscience of time when Andrea came to release him.
(to be continued...)
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