The Wakefield Cases The Licentious Life Of Mr Lacey Part 8
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"Inescapable"
It was late in the afternoon and I was in the kitchen getting something
ready for supper. I was Lane's out of work roommate Tim, and to help
pay my way I was working in the kitchen once again. There wasn't
anything out of the ordinary about me getting supper ready but what was
a bit unusual was that I was wearing seamed nylon stockings, high heeled
shoes, a chiffon petticoat a ladies house dress and 50's style apron!
For the moment I was appreciative that I had a place to stay and
something to eat and just tried to put the situation out of my mind.
But the thoughts of my predicament returned full force as I saw Lane's
car pull up the driveway and into the garage. He came out with his
briefcase, carrying a bouquet of flowers and a pink box I recognized was
from a local upscale ladies lingerie shop! Normally I would have
panicked being in a dress and having my roommate coming home
unexpectedly so early in the day but we were beyond that now. I heard
the back door open then saw Lane enter.
"Hi dear, I'm home!" he said with a smile as he gave me a peck on the
cheek and handed me the flowers as he looked over what I was wearing
with approval. "Better put those in water," he said then set the large
pink box on the kitchen table. "Don't treat me like 'Tiffany' Lane, My
name's Tim. And you shouldn't be buying me all these things!" I gasped
at the strangeness of the whole situation. "Why don't we take a little
break?" he said with a smile taking a beer from the refrigerator. "You
go to the bedroom, slip into that little outfit. I know you like pretty
things! Go on, there's time before supper. Put those beige nylons on
that I like the long ones with the green tops, and use that glossy red
lipstick too. You'll look like a real lady then and after you get all
dolled up I'll be making sure you feel like a lady too!" he said with a
smile and excitement in his voice.
I entered the bedroom and took the pink satin bow off the pink box then
opened it. My head was spinning now as I pulled away the scented tissue
paper and felt sickened at seeing the frilly, pink nylon chiffon baby
doll nightie and matching robe all done up in layers of filmy pink nylon
with matching satin edge trim. Matching lace trimmed pink satin panties
were included as well as a pink satin garter belt! A pair of pink,
ankle strap platform sandals with impossible 7 inch heels were also in
the box!
There was little I could do to complain now. The only option was to get
it over with as soon as possible. I could only breathe a deep sigh as I
undid my apron then reached around and unzipped my dress. It took a
while to get all dolled up the way Lane wanted me but it wasn't long
until he entered the room. He looked me over as he began undressing
while I took the covers down exposing the cool white satin sheets then
fluffed the large satin pillows that were on the bed. As I quietly got
into the bed I could see Lane already had a hard on tenting the front of
his pants! It didn't take him long to pull the drapes and dim the
lights. He was breathing heavily as he hurried into bed.
I felt the pressure as Lane worked himself into me then felt the
tightness and felt myself stretching. He hunched over leaning in and
pushed harder, I felt the bulbous head enter. He issued a satisfied
groan as he pushed further until I felt him sliding in now stretching me
wide! I could feel the mind numbing sensation, my mind reeled as he
stretched me wide and tight. He fluffed the nightie up over my waist
then with a zipping swish pulled my nylon stockinged legs over his
shoulders then pushed all the way in now working deeper and deeper until
his swinging, dangling ball sack brushed against me then pressed tightly
against me. He moaned a satisfied moan then holding me by my trim waist
he began humping me! He built up a rhythm pulling out slightly and then
pushing back in and continued in longer and longer strokes thrusting
until finally the bed began to squeak and I could hear the faint "pat-
pat-pat" slapping sound as his pelvis began slapping against me!
I started out as Lane's roommate, a 24 year old young man named Tim.
But now, I was "Tiffany!" I was out of work and couldn't find a job.
I'd met Lane at one of the local watering holes and had gotten to know
him. When he found out I didn't have a job he offered me a place to
live and while there I could keep house and cook the meals to earn my
keep. I readily agreed. Everything was going fine and we were getting
along well but within a month he came home early from work one day and
caught me red handed swirling around the living room fully dressed in
women's clothes!
I didn't have a choice in what was happening now as I laid there feeling
Lane on top of me, moaning with excited relish as he slid his large vein
engorged erection in and out of me in long full strokes. "Oh yeah, yeah
that's it baby, nice and ti...tight," he said issuing a stuttering gasp
as he quickly re-centered himself between my wide spread legs held my
hips tight and continued as the "pat-pat-pat" sound echoed through the
room and the bed continued to undulate and squeak! It was demeaning and
humiliating what was happening but this had been going on for several
months now since he had caught me dressed in ladies clothes. And he had
seen to it that this had become part of my regular duties!
He started insisting I dress all of the time, dress like a vintage
1950's housewife from head to toe and from the skin out when I was at
home. He then moved me up from my little basement apartment and into
his master bedroom when at night he made sure I was always in a frilly,
lace trimmed feminine nightgown. He let me wear my men's tennis shoes,
blue jeans and T-shirts for going out for groceries and such, but at
home I was to be fully and totally dressed from head to toe and from the
skin out now in ladies only fashions with makeup and hairdo to match.
He made me pierce my ears and soon had me wearing earrings daily. It
wasn't long until he brought home a pearl necklace for me and soon I was
wearing that as part of my new feminine uniform too! I tried to think
of a way to change the situation but for the moment there wasn't really
any way. It chilled me to realize now that Lane was making me live as a
woman!
He seemed in his own element now as he thrust into me, holding me by my
feminized ankles now my nylon clad legs held high and spread wide, my
stiletto heeled feet twitching, twirling in the air in little circles as
the "pat-pat-pat" slapping sound continued to fill the room.
My mind reeled at what I had become. My dressing was a fetish of mine,
an unusual but personal hobby I had always kept to myself. But I wasn't
dressing to please myself anymore, I was now forced to dress, dress like
a lady all the time. And to dress for Lane! He told me if I felt
compelled to dress and couldn't seem to help myself, to stop my urge to
dress like a woman then he would see to it that in effect, become one!
He said he was going to make absolutely sure I got my fill of dressing
as a woman I gasped and grimaced at the sensation now as my mind reeled
at the thought and I writhed underneath him. He moaned quietly once
again as the slapping sound continued rolling his eyes in pleasure
breathing heavily through an open mouth now, transfixed with pleasure as
he continued working me, keeping me stretched wide and tight.
Lane was much larger than I was. It gave one the initial impression of
a controlling threat, but he never actually physically threatened me.
In knowing my little secret now he had all the control he needed. He
mentioned that if I didn't play along he might just tell the few friends
I did have, and with his threats to tell on me to any future employer
effectively kept me out of the job market and kept me home now as Lane's
full time "lady of the house!" I was being pulled deeper and deeper
into Lane's plan.
I began thinking of ways to leave, to just pack up what little I had and
run away to a new town or a new state far away. I saved up a bit of
money from grocery shopping and planned on buying a bus or plane ticket
but before I could leave I noticed that my chest was getting sensitive
for some reason that my breasts were getting bigger! Lane then
mentioned one evening over supper that he had been putting female
hormones in my food! He liked having someone to keep house, someone to
cook for him, and he liked that classy vintage look that women used to
have. He'd always dreamed of having a woman like that but these days
women didn't dress or act like that anymore. He told me he was excited
he'd found someone who could play the part!
It wasn't long until he had me started on female hormone injections. A
few weeks after that he had my little nuts "clipped" as well! He then
took away all of my male clothing, every stitch! It all happened so
fast! I then realized that I wasn't going anywhere now! Lane then put
his house up for sale.
Once we had moved away to a new town he put an engagement ring on my
finger then told me I was going to keep growing my hair out and start
going to the beauty salon to keep my hair in a feminine style and to
have my nails shaped and properly painted. Of course I couldn't look
like a 50's housewife when going out though. I could still wear T-
shirts, jeans and tennis shoes when going out but they were now floral
trimmed ladies T-shirts done up in soft pastel colors and the jeans were
women's jeans and the shoes were done up in a ladies pastel color and
style and he made me start carrying a purse full time too which left no
doubt I was now living full time as a woman!. I was then forced to wear
panties and pantyhose and a brassiere under my outfits complete with
silicone breast forms too! But with the hormones he had me on I knew it
wouldn't be long until I didn't need the forms any more. Step by step
he was feminizing me, pulling me deeper and deeper into the role of his
"ideal" housewife. I soon found I was forced to begin fulfilling that
obligation completely, and he wasn't going to stop until my feminization
was not only permanent but quite inescapable.
My budding breasts jiggled under my pink nylon chiffon baby doll nightie
as he humped me, the erect pink nipples pushing into the delicate shiny
fabric, my little nub of a penis now atrophied from female hormones was
alone in the lacy pink nylon panties, accompanied by a now hairless and
quite empty scrotum!
Was it my punishment for wearing ladies things? My punishment to be
forced to dress and to live as a housewife full time and then be forced
to satisfy a man as a woman too? My mind reeled at the thought, but
with me keeping house now, and doing my "wifely" duties Lane had made
sure he was quite satisfied. He was now in total control.
Lane continued humping me, he then picked up the pace and really began
slapping into me. He groaned again and then gasped again. I could feel
him swell even larger inside and as he pushed all the way in and held
himself tight he groaned softly and his knees buckled sightly as I felt
him begin twitching violently in orgasm, his load shooting deep inside!
He humped a moment longer relishing his sensation as I felt the final
twitching spasms, then finally, he pulled out, his member quickly
softening as it swung and dangled between his legs. As he got off the
bed I laid there in my pink baby doll nightie, my nylon garter hosed
legs still splayed wide, stunned at the realization that this was now my
new life! With Lane satisfied my ordeal was over for the time being. I
then got out of the bed.
Nothing was said, I knew the routine well by now. He watched as I took
off the nightie and the pink panties then put in a tampon then once
again got dressed from head to toe and from the skin out in my house
dress. Once I had all the proper lingerie back on he watched me slip
into my rayon house dress then came up behind me, zipped me into it then
hooked the little hook at the back. He tied the white satin sash into a
large and feminine bow at the back then watched as I put my apron back
on then quickly applied fresh lipstick and ran a brush through my hair.
He watched with satisfaction as I minced out of the room wiggling on
those high stiletto heels to return to the kitchen and finish cooking
the evening meal.
As I worked my mind still reeled. I was livid with frustration and
could feel thoughts swirling through my mind I couldn't help now. As
supper cooked in the oven he heard me sniffling quietly as I set the
table. He came into the dining room. "I...I'm moving out. I want to
leave. I'll order some men's clothes from Pennies and when the stuff
gets here I'll move out. I don't want to do this anymore," I said with
conviction, my mind still reeling from the bedroom session. He came
near.
"So you're going to order some 'guy' clothes then move out and that's it
huh?" he said. "I'd think that over?Tim. Look at you! Your hips are
getting wider and you're getting real titties now! Besides," he
chuckled, "what do you plan to do with that shaved and perfumed empty
nut sack of yours? You moved in, became my roommate and then I found
out about your little fantasy. I never told anybody did I? I never
embarrassed you did I? It's just that I like women who dress feminine
and we both know that women don't look much like women these days, or
even act like women anymore. I did you a favor. You like dressing
yourself up in women's things so I just helped you along, let you enjoy
your hobby. And now we both get to enjoy it don't we?" he added as he
pulled me close in an embrace. "Let's not have any more talk about you
leaving, understand 'Tiffany?'" he said as he moved to kiss me. I
turned away.
He held me around my tiny waist and pulled me closer. "You're doing
supper just like a proper housewife but you need to stay in character
and start acting like a lady, fully, right now," he said as he moved to
kiss me once again! "Open those pretty red lips Tiffany, melt in my
arms just like a lady does, press those budding little titties against
me, stand on your tiptoes just like a lady," he ordered as he held me
tightly around the waist with one arm, the other at the top of my back
as he pulled me closer still. "I know you've been trying to figure a
way out of this but there really isn't any way now is there? You have
it easy, you can stay at home, you don't have to hold a job, you are
treated well and your duties here are relatively light and, you get to
indulge your 'hobby' to your hearts content. You know that this is
where you belong, and if you are still uncertain don't worry, over time
you'll get used to it and being the lady of the house will become second
nature. Or would you rather leave, broke and penniless, being shunned
by your friends, without hope of a job, living on the streets as a
freak, an object of constant ridicule? Be the 'lady' Tiffany," he
finished as he pulled me to him tightly.
I did as I was forced to do, I let out a breathy feminine sigh then
swooned into his arms like the lady he was making me become. "That's
it, be the lady darling," he said as he moved in and as my nylons
swished and my fluffy dress rustled I felt his lips meet mine then felt
my lipstick smear slightly as he pressed against me then felt his tongue
probing deeply! "I'd better let you finish supper dear," he said as he
broke the embrace. "You just stay nice and feminine for me and play the
proper lady and we'll get along just fine."
"You're dressing fully as a woman, living as one now. You'll get used
to your new life. It will be easier if you only think feminine
thoughts, and only do feminine things from now on," he said as he then
left for the living room.
After supper I cleaned the kitchen as Lane sat in the living room in his
easy chair watching sports on television. I hung up my apron then
minced into the living room, my dress swishing, my nylons zipping with
each wiggling step. Lane watched with a quiet satisfied smile as I took
my seat on the couch, crossed my shiny nylon stockinged legs with a loud
zipping sound and smoothed my dress. As I picked up my knitting doing
only those ladylike things that were now expected of me I quietly
continued on with the needlepoint I had started weeks earlier at Lane's
insistence. Lane quietly smiled then turned his attention back to the
television.
"Well, you've done everything else to me. Have you decided when I'm
going to have the operation then?" I quietly asked.
"You're just fine the way you are dear, just fine. Let's just forget
about all that nonsense," Lane replied with satisfaction as he continued
watching his program. "How about a cup of coffee baby?" he asked
changing the subject. I put my needlepoint down and went to the
kitchen. Lane heard my nylons zip and my dress swish as I got up. I
could tell he was watching me as I minced and wiggled on the high
stiletto heels as I left the living room.
There would be no operation. It would have been a logical conclusion
but he didn't need to take me any further, he had what he wanted and he
had me where he wanted me. I was stuck in a bizarre sissy cross
dressing world not a woman but no longer a man either. With nowhere to
go because I couldn't fit into society as a man any longer and although
I was now quite adept at passing if someone looked close enough or took
enough interest they would learn I wasn't really a woman either. I was
a eunich now, a castrated man forced to take female hormones, forced to
dress and act like a woman. As time passed I started taking on an even
more feminine shape and then try as I might to fight the sensation I
began experiencing female thoughts and female emotions.
Lane's insistence to keep me dressing and living the life of a woman
totally now and every day was all that was needed to make my punishment
complete. My feminization was now inescapable!
Forced to live as a woman I would be the only one besides Lane that
would know the real truth. I would swish about the house dressed like a
vintage lady of the house with lacy slips, chiffon petticoats, seamed
stockings and patent leather stiletto heels. A frilly apron tied into a
feminine bow in back over a shiny swishy rayon house dress and my hair
always done up in a tight ladylike style with all the makeup and perfume
and jewelry to match. My girdled crotch always cinched and pulled into
a tight "slit" to resemble a woman's vaginal mound looked real but hid
the fact that tucked deeply and tightly inside was a small atrophied
penis and an empty hairless scrotum!
I returned with Lane's coffee then sat down and crossed my nylon
stockinged legs with a swish, smoothed my dress once again and returned
to my needlepoint. I could still feel the sensation of the tight
stretching he had given me earlier and could feel the tampon deep
inside, a constant reminder of my new position as "housewife!"
Geraldine
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