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It was going even better than I had planned. Just a few final details to
attend to, and I would have everything I was dreaming about lately. I
was on the phone speaking with our lawyer feigning innocence and serious
concern... "So it could ruin his whole life... What if somebody does
find out?... He might have to register as a sex offender?... He could
actually go to prison?..." All the answers that I was expecting to hear.
Some cooperation from my sister, and her 16 year old daughter, who's
reputation was a bit questionable, and a nanny-cam, was all it took! I
was all set and able to spring my trap, tonight! Yup there's going to be
some BIG changes around here come tomorrow morning. Now don't get me
wrong, Cal doesn't treat me bad, but he's nerdy, geeky, weird, and has
this one big perversion that drives me nuts.
Suzy Creamtreetz! The name of our ice cream store chain, and our
incredibly popular mascot, who was origionated by by mom. Thirty-two
stores in six counties and two states, and still growing! And each and
every one of those stores has a person playing the part of Suzy! Walking
around town in her garishly sissy attire, during the spring and summer
months, passing balloons out to the kids, then serving as a hostess in
the store during the rest of the year. We even employ several full-time
substitutes, because it it a seven day a week operation, and people need
time off. It might not sound cost-effective, but in these parts, Suzy is
as well known to children as Ronald McDonald, or Santa Claus, which
makes it like Christmas year round, as far as the revenue goes! Now at
the time she started all this, her costumes weren't viewed as sexy, or
sissy... just young and childish, which, of course, children related to.
But today... OMG.. but it's hard to argue with tradition, or success.
He's in charge of the company, and makes the rounds to all the stores.
He usually isn't checking out other women, but he completely dotes on
anyone who's wearing a Suzy Creamtreetz costume. It wasn't just one
dress. There were about six differnt styles for 'Suzy' to choose from,
but they all had the same theme. Short, frilly, sissy type dresses with
petticoats. All of them were pink, white, or a combination of the two
colors . But no matter which one of them someone happens to be wearing,
Cal can't keep his eyes of them. I was a bit offended last year, when we
went to a Halloween party, and some guy went as my mom, in drag-queen
fashion, but Cal was treating him like he was the queen of some second-
world nation. I didn't really like to, but once in a while I would wear
one of the costumes, when I wanted him to show some initiative in the
sack, and it worked every time.
But I guess it all evens out, because I've developed a perversion of my
own over the last few months. I was on-line, and accidentally stumbled
upon a site that had to do with feminization and chastisement of men.
Turning my husband into a pathetic, wimpy, sissy slave, PERMANENTLY is
ALL I think about these days. Even when I'm not horny. The thought of
having so much control over a mate, to the point where he is more like a
pet absolutely drives me wild!. So I guess one plus one really does
equal two. He was helplessly trapped, and wouldn't even be aware of it
until it was FAR too late! Everything was in place, And all my people
and equipment were at the ready. This was certainly going to be a rude
awakening!
I was determined to start it all off with some teasing and torment! !
Having like eighty Suzy Creamtreetz costumes floating around, it's easy
to get your hands on one when you need it! When he came through the door
and saw me in it, he was all over me. 'Wait till later, honey, I mean we
have to have dinner first... I want you to really be Jonesing for it." I
seductively suggested. So I imagine, you can understand, that now we
were both HOT! So we had some wine with dinner, and his, of course, was
laced. So knowing that I had left him missing out on perhaps one of the
biggest orgasms of his life, which would have been his last, got me
going! And knowing that the tattoo/piercing guy was not due for another
two hours, I broke out 'Old Faithful' and had one of the best orgasms of
my life.
He slept really soundly, despite all the piercing and tattooing, but I
had set my alarm to be sure that I would be right there when he awoke,
tied spread-eagle to the bed. I had to make sure that he couldn't just
knee-jerk react to his predicament, until I had fully explained his new
circumstances, and place in life. I had him nicely 'tucked in', in more
ways than one, and he could certainly feel that quite a few things were
a lot different, despite the fact that he doesn't know what they are! Of
course he must have been aware that he was wearing something smooth, and
somewhat stiff, and that he was certainly wearing shoes. And I'm pretty
sure he had to notice that his nut sacks and penis were sore as hell. It
took everything I had not to start rubbing myself as soon as his tirade
started! It was going to be so much fun, letting him discover his
exquisite little, PERMANENT changes one by one! OMG, that word just gets
my juices flowing! Especially being that, realistically, his future has
all been set in stone, and he doesn't even know it yet!
So after being called the B word and the C word, I popped the video in,
and told him that he needs to watch it, and listen to what I have to
say. You see, we knew Cal would be working at that particular store that
week, and that their regular Suzy was on vacation, and they got my niece
to fill in for her. Amazing what the lack of sound does to change one's
interpretation of video. You know, a picture is worth a thousand words!
My niece had done a SUPER job, when she went in the office to discuss
some trivial matter. There was nothing even close to 'sex' involved, but
there certainly was a lot of what could be considered to be,
'inappropriate' behaviour considering it was between an adult and a
juvenile. All instigated, of, course, by my niece, but she went out of
her way to make it look like Cal was the aggressor. And as I explained
to Cal, and had spoken with our lawyer about, this could land him in
some pretty deep trouble. But I was also holding a trump card! Cal was
terrified of my sister's husband Joe! And if Joe knew would had
transpired, Cal might be better off being arrested!
I could see in his face that he knew I had him! And I'm giggling to
myself, because he only has a few clues as to what's been done to him!
So I tell him that I already have 911 dialed up on the phone, and that I
am going to release him, and that if he makes one suspicious move, that
I will press the send button.We all know how that works, and he agrees
to be cool. I had covered the mirrors on the wardrobe door with a sheet,
so that he couldn't have a look at his new persona until I allowed it.
So I pull down the sheet, unlock all his bondage apparatus, and proudly
announce... Ta Da... It's SUZY CREAMTREETZ! He got out from under the
covers, and had a good look at himself wearing the frilly, pink satin
dress, with his face all made up, and the long, blonde, wig, with just
oodles and oodles of curls,. The dress was short, but not so much as to
reveal his panties. It had a very flouncy attached petticoat, and all
kinds of lace, ribbons, and ruffles, all over the place. Just like the
ones you see on-line in places that sell dresses for adult sissies. As a
matter of fact, that's where we buy them. Sheer lace ankle socks with a
frilly top trim, pink high heels, and a delicate pair of sheer, see-
through fingerless gloves to top of the sweet look. Pretty pink from
head to toe!
His entire face turned white as a ghost, as he viewed himself in the
mirror. I didn't know that PERMANENT blush could turn pale like that!
And now I was getting HOT... again! You know how with girl's costumes
that have real short skirts, how the panties are supposed to be made out
of like the same material as the costume, and are OK to be 'flashed'?
Well I made sure that hers were so sheer, lacy, and frilly, that it was
obvious, they were made to be protected from view! Well I had a perfect
perspective, and as I laughed, I said, 'GIRL, you really need to learn
to keep that view to yourself!" I was shocked at how well she understood
my comment, and how quickly she crossed her legs! This, was certainly a
very good sign. Then I was sure! It wasn't about the character, or the
person, it was about the COSTUME itself! Check and Mate', I gloated to
myself, as she instinctively crossed her legs to hide her humiliation!
But she still had some kick in her, and went through the obligatory
rants, raves, and refusals, but I stopped all that by flashing the cell
phone at her. She realized that she wouldn't be able to get herself all
'changed back' before the police arrived, despite the fact that she
didn't know that it wouldn't even be possible!
So now I don't know who's head is reeling more, her's or mine, because
she only has a HINT as to her new situation, and I am just
'Creamtreeting' knowing how much more she has to discover. Well, I guess
crossing her legs brought this item to her attention... She brazenly
exited her feminine pose, and spread her legs, as her hands found their
way to her crotch, and exclaimed, "WTF IS THIS?"... OMG! this is SO
FREAKIN HOT, I thought to myself.
Well you know how geeks are. This guy had a tool box that consisted of
two Phillips, two straight screwdrivers, a pair of pliers, and a vice
grips. He didn't even own a power tool! We once had a fight because he
wanted to pay some guy $25 to assemble an entertainment center he had
purchased.. I did it myself... with his lousy tools! So it wasn't very
likely that she was going to find a way out any type of penile
imprisonment. Some creative piercing of some personal parts was
certainly going to ensure that everything stayed just the way I wanted
it. But for now, it was just the large ring in the piercing at the base
of the head, with a wide pink ribbon, pulling it back between his legs,
and then sewn to the back of the waist of the panties.
I had to give the piercings some time to heal before I could move on to
better devices. But, for now, it served the purposes I wanted most of
all. He would not be able to get an erection, and at least from the
front, his crotch would look as flat as any other girls. "Oh ... That...
I stated matter of factly... would be your 'protection'... You see,
SISSIES do not achieve orgasms... they only give them. ... And YOU are
NOW, a First-class-sissy! Not to mention that I wouldn't want a horrible
little bulge spoiling the look of the crotch of your pretty panties."
Suddenly the washed out blush returned to normal, and had an
amplification, as she got her first taste of the permanence of my work.
She furtively tried to pull down her panties to have a closer look at
the horrid contraption, and was greeted by another one of my little
surprises. I had woven a wide, pink ribbon through the area of the
waistline, pulled it tight, tied a bow in the front, and put a hasp
through the bow, and finished it all off with a metal washer and an
adorable little padlock! The bow could not be untied, making it
impossible to pull down her panties! As soon as she began her pathetic
protests, I knew it was time to test my new found power... 'SILENCE!" I
commanded... showing the cell phone again. ONE MORE WORD out of you, and
the cops will be here!" It worked! I continued, "Just imagine if I did
hit the send button, and showed the cops your little performance on the
video, and they arrested you. Think about the entertainment everyone
would have, when they strip-searched you, and found you exquisitely
locked and chastised in your frillllly little panties!"
We both knew the game was over, so it was time for me to start enjoying
my new authority. I forced her into all different kinds of girlie poses,
and took oodles of pix with my phone. Now it was time to start
establishing some rules. I knew she had a couple million questions, and
that I would have to let her speak sometime.
"Here's how it will be," I told her. "You are no longer to refer to me
as honey, dear, or any other titles of the sort. You are to address me
as Miss Lori. AT ALL TIMES. If you wish to speak to me, and you are
seated, you are to daintily cross your legs, if they are not already in
that position, and you are to raise your hand like a schoolgirl, and
gently, and delicately wave it. You are not to speak, until I
acknowledge you, and ask you what you want. If you are standing, you are
to stand very straight, and pull your legs tightly together. You are
then to pull your elbow tight against your body, and with your hand at
shoulder level, flip your wrist back, so that the palm of your hand is
facing up. That's a bit complicated, and we'll work on that later. But
when that does happen, after being acknowledged, you are to give a very
well practiced curtsy before speaking. And don't worry about being able
to do so properly because you will be taking lessons. And in NO CASE
WHATSOEVER, are you to raise your hand to issue any kind of complaint.
When I recognize you, you are to begin whatever it is you have to say,
with 'Miss Lori'... Understood?"
I was kind of shocked and thrilled as she crossed her legs and raised
her hand, exactly as I had instructed her to. "Yes, Karen," I stated.
She looked at me odd, but realized that this was the name I was going to
be calling here by. Some of her questions I answered, and some I told
her that I was not going to answer at this time, and that she was not
allowed to pursue. Some of her questions, I sternly told her, sounded
like complaints to me. She got the message on those, and was fast
learning what was and wasn't acceptable. When she asked how long I
planned on keeping her like this, I told her that I had not yet decided,
and it was for an indefinite period of time. I was kind of snickering to
myself about that one, because I knew she was only about one hour away
from realizing that her status as Karen was going to be PERMANENT. I
could actually feel myself getting moist between the legs, thinking
about the manner in which the discovery would be made.
When she asked me, with a look of terror in her eyes, what I planned on
doing about her work, I told her that we would discuss that after
breakfast, which really started my juices flowing! So it was time to
reaffirm my status as Alpha Dog...
"What is your name?" I inquired... no response. "I still have 911 dialed
up," I threatened. With that, she crossed her legs, and rose her hand.
"You do not have to raise your hand to answer me, it is only when you
want to start the conversation, that you need to do so," I stated.
"I guess my name is Karen," she meekly mumbled.
"I GUESS?????" I fumed... that certainly will not do! "I guess we need
to learn a lesson for that! From now on, when ANYONE, asks you what your
name is, you are to proudly, and enthusiastically respond, in the
brightest and most girlie voice that you are capable of, 'My name is
Karen,' and you are to wiggle your fingers around, in a very girlie
fashion while saying it!" OMG! This just popped up in my head! It was
getting hard to hide how really turned on I was getting! It was going to
be SO humiliating to her, to state her name in such a sissy fashion, and
I had just, on a whim, made it a permanent condition of her life! I
looked her square in her made-up eyes and scolded, "This is the first of
many, PERMANENT punishments you will be receiving, if you do not accept,
and act your role properly... UNDERSTAND?"
"Yes," she timidly replied.
"Now let's try that again... What is your name?"
It came out of her pretty much like I had instructed, but I could see
this was something else she was going to find herself practicing to
perfect. "Good enough, sweetie," I said. "Now get your butt out to the
kitchen so we can eat." As I watched her skirted butt swish by me, I
couldn't resit hiking up the hem of her dress, and giving her a playful,
but firm, smack on her pantied fanny. I still loved and cared for her,
just in a whole different way now.
She just sat quietly while I prepared us some eggs and homefries and
such, which certainly was out of character. Usually there was nagging
about which frying pan I was using, or that I was using too much butter.
This was certainly going to be a change for the better. She raised her
hand a few times during breakfast but I was enjoying the peace and
quiet. The first time she did, I told her, "Not now Karen." And she
immediately raised it again. I looked at her and said, "Is it an
EMERGENCY?" She blushed, shook her head no, and put her hand right back
down. It was truly adorable... just like a shy little girl. And I had
just made another rule, without even having to express it in detail.
Now comes my favorite part of the whole day! It was kind of mean, but
was way fun, and really laid the law down, and put things into
perspective. She thought this was a day off for her, because there was a
store mangers meeting that day. Upper management such as her, myself,,
my sister and her husband, Joe, didn't normally attend these. I told her
that my sister had called, and it turned out that one of the managers
had brought up an issue that really needed our attention, and it was
going to be discussed at the meeting. so we all needed to attend. Her
eyes got huge as saucers, and her hand shot right up. I reminded her of
the proper way of asking for permission to speak, and she complied. She
asked what time the meeting was, and I told her that it was in two
hours. I could see the panic, and she totally lost it, and forgot all
she had been taught, and started screaming. So I picked up my cell phone
and brought 911 up again. That phone is one handy little thing. So she
properly raised her hand, and asked about how she was expected to
attend. I sternly warned her that I had had enough of her
insubordination, and SWORE to her, that if she acted out like that one
more time, that I would send the call. She knew that I meant it! I
always back up my threats.
I explained to her that she was welcome to go to our room and take off
her makeup and her outfit, and that she could change into whatever she
wanted. She asked me about the locked panties, and I explained to her
that there was no reason why she shouldn't keep them on, because I did
not want to undo her makeshift chasity device. She accepted that, and
probably felt a huge relief, thinking that I was overplaying the
situation, and was going to turn here into one of those sissies who wear
dresses at home, but go to work wearing only women's underwear under
their normal work clothes. WRONG-O! I told her that I did not want to
hear from her again for the next hour. NO MATTER WHAT! That was pure
evil! I was amazed that she obeyed, because I'm sure that she was
shocked by all the rest of my surprises! So right on the one hour mark,
she comes dashing back into the kitchen, somewhat disheveled, with her
makeup, that which could be, removed, but still wearing every bit of the
costume except for the gloves.
I asked here if she had decided that she liked her new outfit, and
couldn't wait to be seen it by the rest of the world. She dared to call
me sarcastic, but I let it go, remained calm, and told her I didn't like
her attitude a bit, and suggested that maybe another permanent
punishment was called for. It was the final nail in her coffin. and she
became docile again. And that would have bee here last chance to defy,
and possibly leave. But she was in a pretty vulnerable situation... I
mean she managed to take off her mascara, foundation, eye shadow,
lipstick, and nail polish, but she was still wearing eyeliner, lip
liner, and blush, all of which had been tattooed on!
I had made sure that there were no sharp objects in our bathroom or
bedroom, so that she would not be able to cut her dress off when she
discovered there were was a heavy loop attached to each side of the
zipper, at the top of the dress, which had her padlocked into it. Once
she discovered that, I imagine she figured it would upset me greatly if
she damaged the dress trying to tear it off of her. She wasn't able to
take the socks off, because after I had buckled her shoes on her, I had
sewn the straps together right behind the buckles. As poofy as the dress
was, she certainly would not have been able to put the flouncy bottom
inside of a pair of pants, even if she could have worked the legs over
the shoes! Just MAYBE, she could have covered the billowy bodice of the
dress with a shirt or jacket, but that would look even more foolish then
the ensemble did! The wig could be taken off, but there was a flap of
fabric sewn into the cap, which attached it to the back of the dress.
The fact that she was still wearing the wig led me rto believe that she
would rather be seen as a girl, then a femmed up man, just as I had
hoped. She was hopelessly trapped and at my mercy, of which there would
be little.
"So are you tyring to tell me that you are unable to change your
outfit", I coyly asked. "Yes, Miss Lori", she meekly responded. I think
she actually believed that I was going to give her a last second
reprieve, when she put up her hand and asked me if I would please give
her the key to the dress. But I had made sure that I wouldn't back out,
and calmly explained that I had disposed of the key, and that opening
the lock was not possible. "Well sweetie, we don't have much time, and
we DO have to attend. So I guess you're just going to have to go with
what you're wearing." I said sweetly and softly. "But at least we do
have time to get your make up fixed back up, and get your nails polished
again... you'd like that... wouldn't you?"
The End... at least for now.
COPYRIGHT 2010 Karen Trexler and Kaytrex ENT
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