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It was a beautiful late summer Sunday in the mountains, and as usual, I
was fully dressed en-femme, sitting and relaxing on the deck. Suddenly I
was startled by the sound of a car coming into the driveway! I was not
expecting any deliveries, and cars do not usually drive back in here.
Was it someone I knew?
I made sure to be out of sight and peeked around the corner. (The deck
is an L-shaped structure around two sides of the house) Two well dressed
women emerged from the car and approached the front door of the house.
Damn, I had left the main door open and only the screen door was closed.
I heard one of them call out, "Hello, hello, is anybody home?"
Naturally, I was not about to answer, dressed as I was!
Hearing no reply to their query, I heard one say, "No one home and door
open. This will be easy pickings." Uh oh, I thought, they intended to
burglarize the place, and what was I to do about it? I was convinced
that I couldn't expose myself, figuratively speaking, of course.
The side of the house that I was hiding on has three large picture
windows, extending from almost one end of the deck to the other, and I
was standing against the wall in the end space that the windows didn't
extend to, but there was very little room to keep from being seen. I
heard one of the women say, "Check out the upper level while I look
around the main floor here." Suddenly she said, "Wait, there's someone
out there," and immediately came out of the sliding door and on to the
deck.
At first she stuttered a bit and started to come up with a story that
they were taking a survey of the neighborhood, but suddenly stopped as
she looked closer at me. "Well, well, what do we have here?" she said,
and called for her partner, who immediately joined her. "What do you
think about this pretty little drag queen that I just found? You know,
honey, you really could be a bit more convincing if you used a little
makeup."
I was mortified, to say the least, standing there in front of these two
very well dressed and attractive women. After years of dressing and
boldly flaunting myself in public places, I was finally out of the
closet! As you might well imagine, I was quite speechless and could only
stand there fidgeting. "What's the matter, honey? Cat got your tongue? I
like your dress. That's the look from years back, with the poufed out
full skirt." With that she stepped forward and lifted the hem of my
skirt to reveal the several lace trimmed petticoats that I was wearing.
"Oh, and aren't those the prettiest petticoats we've seen in a long,
long time."
End of Part One.
To say that I was mortified would be the understatement of the year. It
was obvious that these two women were relishing the moment at my
expense. After lifting the hem of my dress and checking out the
petticoats, one of them said, "I wonder what else we might find," and
slid her hand up farther under my skirt. "Oh wow, this gurl goes all the
way; look at what she's wearing!!" With that she quickly lifted my skirt
and petticoats up over my hips to reveal a pair of satin bloomers.
Actually, they could only see one pair at the time, but underneath were
several more pair as well as quite a few panties, which they soon
discovered. I usually wear those with a dress in order to give me an
hour-glass figure. OK, to tell the truth, I wear several pair 'cause I
just can't stop at only one!
I was getting in deeper and deeper by the minute, but nothing I could do
about it. At this point, one said to the other, "Instead of using our
real names so that he would know who we are, let's call ourselves Barbie
and Bambi."
"Good idea," said the second girl, "I'll be Barbie, since my breasts are
a lot like hers. And we just simply have to record this for posterity.
I'll get the camera from the car."
Oh shit, I thought, I really am a goner. But wait, they are trying to
rob me. I can report them to the police. Bambi must have been reading my
mind, because she said, "And don't even think about reporting this to
the cops. We have a perfect alibi, since we just came from church and
the social hour that followed. Plenty of people saw us there and will
back up our story. And when we get through taking photos, you are NOT
going to want anyone finding out about this little party we're going to
have, or your pictures will be plastered all over town!"
Barbie returned with her digital camera and told me that I had better be
smiling in these pictures, because they were going to keep shooting
until I did. Not only that, but I had to pose just as feminine as
possible to show that I was really enjoying the experience. Under
different circumstances, I would have thoroughly enjoyed being
photographed by two beautiful women while I was fully dressed en-femme.
But not at this time!
As they started shooting, Barbie squealed, "I know who you are. I have
seen you around town. You're Eino Maki!!!" Double shit. How could I
possibly get in any deeper? Well, I was soon to find that out. The photo
session continued with me sitting, standing, and lifting the skirt hem
to reveal the petticoat lace. Halfway through, Bambi said, "She needs
more lipstick," and really did a job on my lips.
"This is really fun," Barbie said, but I sure would like to case the
place and see what we could 'borrow' from her. How are we going to do
that?" Bambi looked around and spotted the steel deck chair with a
padded removable seat that they had just used for a prop. "Here's our
answer," she said, removing the padded seat and directed me to sit and
squeeze my butt into the steel seat rim, which lifted my wedgie shoes
off of the deck and left my bloomer clad butt poking through the bottom
of the chair rim.
Then Barbie spotted the garden hose on the deck, and with a gleam in her
eyes, inserted the business end of the hose down into my cleavage. "Now,
Missy," said Barbie, "If you give us any trouble, I'm going to turn that
sucker on full blast. Do you hear me?" I mumbled an affirmative reply,
while thinking to myself that that the hose wasn't the only thing about
to be turned on!
I was quite immobilized, but sensed I could get out by grabbing the
chair legs with my hands and pushing up. That thought soon vanished when
Barbie picked up a piece of rope and tied my hands behind the chair.
Bambi, being intrigued by my helpless predicament, decided to give the
hose a little test, and turned it on ever so slightly. As the girls were
watching me intently to pick up any reaction, I felt the water trickling
down through my cleavage, wetting my bra and slip, and then seeping
unmistakably into my panties, which in turn started an involuntary
reaction in my body. Because of the full skirt on the dress, there was
no bulge noticeable to my tormentors, thank goodness!
The water soon pooled in my several panties and bloomers, and started to
drip to the deck below, accompanied by the hysterical giggles of the two
onlookers. Although the water was cold, I was getting hotter by the
minute! Just as I was about to think of something to do that would make
them upset so that they would turn the water on higher, Barbie said,
"That's enough. Turn it off and let's see what we can find here."
Seeing that they had me totally immobilized, the two girls went into the
house. I heard Barbie telling Bambi, "This girl loves women's apparel so
much that I wonder what she may have stashed in her room. Why don't you
check it out?" A few minutes later Bambi called down to her. "What a
wardrobe! I stopped counting at 85 dresses. There is a large box of full
slips, another large box of half slips, a smaller box of bras, a half
dozen nighties, five bustiers, two waist cinchers with garters and nylon
hose to go with them, a few pairs of thigh high nylons, several boxes of
panties and a drawer full of more panties in every style imaginable!
Hearing this, Barbie walked out onto the deck and said, "Honey chile, we
are about to make this a day that you will never forget!" Turning and
walking back into the house, she called up to Bambi, "Bring down the
boxes of full slips and bras. We are going to have ourselves a fashion
show!!!"
End of Part two
The ladies spent a few minutes rummaging through the box of full slips,
oohing and ahhing at the silky material and delicate lace of these
intimate garments, trying to find some for me to put on. Finally they
decided that I should put them ALL on, and brought the boxes out to the
deck. Releasing my ropes and helping me up out of the chair, they
directed me to take off the dress and start donning slips.
Quickly figuring that the ratio of slips to bras was one to six, I was
told to put a bra on after each 6th slip. Since there were six bras,
I'll let you figure out how many slips I finally had on, besides the
several I had started with. Then I was instructed to also put on the
dress again.
At his point, Barbie said, "Why should we have all of the fun? She
should be rewarded for making our day. I've seen rumors on the Internet
about some guy who is able to get himself off by putting on women's
clothing and getting wet. I find it hard to believe that could happen,
but why not try a little experiment with our captive chickadee here?"
Bambi readily agreed, and suggested that they move my chair down closer
to the water tap, which they did.
I was instructed once again to enter the chair and was pushed down into
it as far as they could manage. A small hose was then inserted well down
into my cleavage. They had found this smaller hose in the kitchen. It
was designed to be pushed down into a sink trap, and the end of the hose
had a fitting that had many small orifices spaced around the
circumference. When the hose was in the drain and the water turned on,
it would spurt with great force out of these holes in order to clear the
blockage. But now the hose wasn't in a drain, IT WAS FIRMLY EMBEDDED IN
MY CLEAVAGE!!!
It is very difficult to explain the many emotions running rampantly
though my body at this time. The anticipation was excruciating! I was
about to be thoroughly humiliated and yet I was about to enjoy every
moment of it!! How do you explain a dichotomy such as that?
I wasn't the only one getting excited; those two women seemed to be
really getting worked up sexually over the predicament that they had me
in, as every few minutes they would briefly slip a hand up under their
dresses. I have a hunch that their panties were also damp, but not from
water such as mine were. There was no doubt that they were definitely
enjoying it! That made three of us, I might add.
Bambi was assigned the duties of the hose mistress, and instructed to
turn the water on very lightly to start with. The sensation was electric
as the water started to fill my many bras and then began trickling onto
my chest and through the numerous slips that I was wearing. In short
order it reached my panties and began the task of getting them soaking
wet. They had neglected to tie my hands, so I tried to pull the hose
out, but they were watching too closely and slapped my hands away, and
then tied them behind my back. It wasn't because that I didn't like the
sensation of the water trickling down thru my clothing that I tried to
pull the hose out. It was because if this continued. I knew that my body
would react and cause me further embarrassment in front of these ladies.
At that point Bambi spotted some sexy open toed shoes in one of the
lingerie boxes, and suggested they make me look sexier by changing my
shoes to a 'fuck me model.' Just what I needed!
Then Bambi was instructed to 'turn it up a notch,' which she did, gladly
I might add. The force of the water quickly began to saturate every bit
of my apparel and really started gushing to the ground. The water was
cold, but I was HOT! My breathing was increasing rapidly as well as my
heart rate!
Then Bambi said, "She's holding back on us. How about if we give her a
little encouragement?" With that they unbuttoned their blouses,
revealing nicely filled satin bras. Then slowly, very slowly, they
started to raise the hem of their skirts. Up, up, up they came, inch by
inch. My gaze was riveted upon them; I could not look away even though I
was getting more excited by the second.
As the skirts were being raised, the girls were undulating their hips
back and forth in an extremely sexy fashion. Then, the first glimpse of
lace! Following right up behind that was the sexiest, shiniest,
silkiest, most heavenly erotic Sunday go-to-meeting panties that I had
ever seen!!! Aphrodite was whispering in my ear, "It's OK, don't resist.
We're in this together, every step of the way. Trust me, it will be all
right!" For your information, dear reader. I am speaking here of
Aphrodite. the Goddess of Love. I like to think that she visits me in
the midst of a 'sexual happening.'
Now the girls turned around to present their silky butts to me, moving
ever closer and closer. It was a sight for the ages!! Suddenly Barbie
sat in my lap, reached down between her legs and between mine, and put a
hand on the bulge in my panties. That was all it took, it was all over
but the shouting! I bucked and lurched and strained against my bonds as
the cum exploded into my panties!!! I came and came and came, to the
accompaniment of squeals of delight from the ladies.
As for me, I was totally spent, relaxing such that I sank even more into
the grip of the steel chair. I barely heard the girls chanting, "Eino,
Eino, she's our man, if she can't cum. nobody can!!" This went on for
several minutes, until Barbie said, "Eino, you bad gurl, you got my
panties all wet, see! Once more I was treated to the sight of a
beautiful silken encased butt, but this time there was no reaction in my
nether regions. I was totally spent!
Barbie again spoke, "The other thing I heard about this guy who gets off
by getting wet is that there is a second part to the pleasure, and it is
called Sweet Afton. Any idea what that is, Bambi." Hearing the negative
reply, Barbie said, "That's when the gurl empties her bladder and pees
into her panties!"
"No way, you've got be kidding," said Bambi.
"Honest, and it's a known fact that men, excuse me, gurls, often need to
pee within a reasonable time after ejaculating. Not only that, but we
have been entertaining this particular gurl for several hours now and
she has not had an opportunity to go to the rest room. Want to guess
what might happen shortly? Trust me, there's more fun yet to come, or
should I say cum?
"Meanwhile, let's get our little darling cleaned up. Get that garden
hose, hook it up, insert it up under her slips into the area of her
groin, and turn it on full blast. We have to wash the deposits out of
her panties while she's still wearing those very effeminate dainties.
Are you ready sweetheart? This will be a blast!!!
End of Part 3
Bambi promptly complied with Barbie's suggestion and pushed the garden
hose up under my dress and slips to the area of my groin and turned it
on full blast! My God, how could it be possible to get any wetter than I
already was?!?!
I could hear them carrying a few things to their car, and then they
returned. "Sweetheart, let's get you up and out of that chair for a few
moments so you can stroll about the deck and see how much weight has
been added to your dainty garments by the water. You will be absolutely
amazed!"
And amazed I was, as I couldn't help but wonder how long I would have to
walk, to allow these garments to completely dry out! I briefly thought
of trying to escape, but realized the futility of it. Imagine trying to
run while wearing twenty pounds of lingerie with another twenty pounds
of water soaking it! I didn't have long to ponder, as soon I was pushed
back into the chair and they seemed to take longer than before while
tying the hands behind my back.
"Now, young lady, we don't have all day, so do your thing and get it
over with! By that I mean, we know you have to pee and you might as well
give in to the urge. We will stay as long as we have to, because you
can't hold back much longer. Matter of fact, Bambi, get that small hose,
stick it back into her cleavage, and turn it on slightly. The sound of
trickling water will hasten the anticipated reaction." She was right and
I knew it, but still tried to hold back with all my might.
"Now don't turn it on too high, because we want to know when she finally
gives up and allows Sweet Afton to make her presence known. She'll have
to go so badly that we should be able to easily tell by the additional
fluid hitting the ground and by the relieved expression on her face. And
by all means, we must cheer her on so that she knows how much we
appreciate her performance!"
I knew it wouldn't be long, but I did my best, right up until the moment
when all was lost and Sweet Afton rushed forth like a dam from which the
floodgates had just opened. "She's peeing, she's peeing," yelled Bambi,
and they both hooted and hollered, clapping their hands and singing
their little tune again, with different lyrics this time. "Eino, Eino,
she's our man, if she can't pee, nobody can!"
Oh my gosh, what a relief. And rather a joy, if the truth be known, but
we're not going to give the girls that little bit of information. "OK,
Eino, we must be going now," said Barbie. "We're going to leave you tied
up and the water running so that your panties will get cleaned out after
your naughty act. It's still a couple of hours before the sun goes
behind the mountain and things start to cool off. That should give you
plenty of time to wiggle out of your bonds and get in the house to dry
off."
"And, you know, you really need a more feminine name if you are going to
keep dressing like this. What do you think, Bambi? Any ideas for our
little sissy here?"
"That's it!" said Bambi. "We'll change her last name to Sissimaki. Now,
what sort of a first name would go well with that?"
"What do you think of Sally?" replied Barbie.
"Excellent! Did you hear that, honey? Your new name is Sally Sissimaki.
Kind of has a ring to it, don't you think?"
"Now tell us, darlin', do you approve?" I looked from one to the other,
and knew exactly what my reply should be. "Yes," I mumbled. "Louder
please, we can't hear you. Do you like your new name and how much do you
like it?" This time I spoke up and said, "Yes, I love my new name."
"Good! >From now on when we see you on the streets, and since this is a
small town, we will see you on the streets, we will address you by your
new name, regardless of who else is present. We will expect a cheery
reply and a wave at the very minimum from you. Remember, we have many
photos of you that we would just love to post!"
"But now we really must be going. After all of the joy that you have
given us, we want to look after your comfort, though. In two hours we
will call the police to tell them that your house has just been
burglarized and to get up here as soon as possible. That way you won't
have to sit here all night if we tied those ropes too tight. We will
also advise the police to send an ambulance in case there are any
injuries, so you should have plenty of company! Ta, ta, now. When we see
you around town, remember, please smile. You know we will."
And so there I sat, in my wet dress, slips and panties. Naturally, my
first thought was to get loose, but those girls had done a good job with
the ropes. The knots were just in reach of my fingertips, so I started
to work on them as best I could. Frustrating would be an understatement.
I'm going to guess that I had been working at my effort for at least 20
minutes, when Sweet Afton's urge descended on me once again. Damn that
trickling water! There was no one to watch me this time, so I just let
Sweet Afton flow gently (or is it the other way around?)
OK, so much for pleasure, now back to work. Must have been another 20
minutes or so and I was beginning to loosen a knot. I'll be darned, but
Sweet Afton was not yet through with me. All right, time out while I
indulged myself. Making real progress on the knot now. Soon one hand was
partially free and working on the other. There, that one's loose. But as
I attempted to raise my hands, other ropes held them down. Those crafty
women had tied a second set of ropes around my individual wrists and
down to the bottom rungs of the chair!
The knots on my wrists were really tight so I tried to work on the knots
on the rungs. But to reach them, I had to squeeze my butt further down
into the rim of the chair. I could just imagine rescuers using a blow
torch to get me out! I squirmed my butt and bent and moved as best I
could. However, all of that movement in those wet panties apparently was
sending a message to the Goddess Aphrodite!
Once she was summoned, she didn't waste any time in cumming and rather
quickly another load exploded into my panties! You can imagine how
exhausted I was at this time! All I could do was relax and let the
emotions drain out of me. I was so tired, so tired. My eyes kept closing
even as I tried to fight it. I must have drifted off, however, because
the next thing I was aware of was cool air. I awoke with a start, and
quickly noticed I was in shade. The sun had gone behind the mountain!!!
I feverishly resumed work on my bonds, but at that moment I heard a
sound that chilled me to the bone, the unmistakable wail of the
approaching sirens......................................!!!!!!!!!!!
The end.
(Note, this is my very first story ever. I hope someone out there enjoys
it.)
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