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I sat on the edge of the bed and thought hard about what I had agreed to be....a nice, pleasant....'girlie-girl' girlfriend. The sort of giggly, girlie-girl girlfriend that men loved and enjoyed having. My heart was pounding as I considered my options. They were few and far between. I wasn't big or strong enough to fight or even work out a way to get the photographs back. I sat on the edge of the bed and held my head in my hands. I was on the verge of tears when I heard the knock on the front door. I knew it would be my best friend Stacy...coming to help me get ready. I breathed in hard and got a hold of myself. I went down the stairs very slowly to ensure I had control of myself before I opened the door. I had simply told Stacy that I had lost a bet to a friend of mine and he wanted his 'pound of flesh'. Stacy thought it was hilarious and had turned up with a huge amount of clothing....all very much 'girlie-girl'....nothing else....exactly as he had specified. I had used the hair remover in the shower and had made damn sure I was smooth all over and following Stacy's instructions I had applied the soothing skin lotion and rubbed it well in. I had also applied a very light tanning cream as Stacy had suggested it would be a good idea. As we retreated to my room she was clearly very excited by the whole idea. I grabbed the soft peach coloured cotton bra and lacy panties she offered me and disappeared into the bathroom. Once I had the things on, I reappeared and stood in front of her critical eye. "Hmm....sweetie.....at least you're not too tall or too heavy. That's a bit help. Are you sure it's gotta be 'girlie girl'?" I nodded, my mouth was too dry for speech. Grinning, she rummaged in the bags she had dumped on my bed. After some searching she pulled out a pair of light yellow and white stripey ankle socks. "Get them on and lets see." I bent down and pulled the short socks on, aware of the slight lace trim on the socks. "See.....very girlie and much more realistic than stockings on a first date." I dropped my head and blushed bright red. Stacy came over and hugged me, "Aw..c'mon I was only teasing." I blushed even more at the very sympathetic tone in her voice, compounding the fact that my panties and bra seemed to fit me quite well and the lacy trim went well with the socks. The next item was a pair of obviously girlie, very, very pale blue jeans with the odd touch of silver and pink stitching to pick out some of the pocket details. Stacy grinned like a Cheshire cat as I managed to get into them and fasten them. To be honest they were a little tighter than I wanted but at least I could move freely in them. Stacy then showed me the black suede ankle boots with the heels. She explained that for a first date, they were nicer than girlie trainers and went very well with the jeans. I had my doubts but as the heels were not too high I gambled I could totter around in them. Once I had them on she adjusted the silver buckles on the side of each boot to get them positioned correctly. She then dragged me in front of the mirror and got me to sit down. "Hmm......hmmm..." was all she said as she then draped a towel over the mirror. With no ceremony and a little laughter she simply slipped the small breast enhancers into my bra and adjusted the bra straps. She giggled and then spoke "There see...not too....big...not too small. You'll notice it more when you've got your top on." With that out came the makeup kit and with little apparent effort I felt her fix the foundation to her satisfaction. "It has to be girlie-girl then?" I nodded again. "Ahh.....right....ahhhhhh." With that she went back to her tasks after telling me to keep still and keep my eyes closed. I felt something sticky go on my left shoulder and then there was a tearing sound as her fingers kept a pressure on my shoulder. After that I stayed very, very still and felt her apply the makeup. The blusher seemed to take ages and then I could feel her working the eyeshadow in along with the mascara. She did this with great care and seemed to be enjoying herself. "I've seen girlie's with wayyyy to much makeup on for a first date. It makes them look silly." she said to me and hummed away to herself as she worked. I felt her then apply the lipstick and I guessed the gloss afterwards. Once she had completed that I felt her tug at my hair and sigh. "Well, sweetie this is isn't as bad as it could be....." With that she thoroughly brushed my hair and it was just long enough for a fringe to be developed and a pink and silver coloured, thick velvet covered tight plastic hair band to be fixed in place. Stacy really took her time over that and made sure it was as good as it could be. Then with a flourish she dusted my hair and face with what I later realised was fine silver and gold glitter when I was allowed to open my eyes. Naturally I had to stand up and she sprayed me liberally with a very light floral scent. Giggling she then sprayed me a little more behind my ears and at my elbows while my eyes were closed. I felt the nail varnish go on. I heard her going through the bags again and she had me hold my arms out so she could slip the soft cotton, powder blue short sleeved blouse onto me and fasten it. Over the top, I later realised, again when my eyes were open, was a long soft very light pink fitted cardigan with three buttons at the bottom. Stacy then clipped a pair of silver carved shell earrings into place along with ominous warnings about not loosing them. When I got my eyes open, I blushed in total embarrassment. It was worse than I had thought it would be.....the clothes and the soft pink lipstick and nail varnish, big silver earrings and hairband all stood out. And even more worryingly, due to my, umm, lack, of size, the jeans and the blouse seemed to fit all to well. I stood there speechless as Stacy gave me a soft hug and draped a matching silver necklace over my neck. With deft fingers she even clipped a girlie watch into position along with a couple of flowery bracelets. The last item was of course a soft bag with a long strap. "See..no problems. I've thrown some make up in the bag and a girlie pink purse too." She laughed out loud, "Still even though you lost, he should still pay. Is he picking you up?" I nodded and explained that I was to ring him when I was ready. Stacy snatched the phone out of my hand and giggled, "No time like the present. It will be a laugh. Don't worry. You look fine. A little too girlie and fragile if you ask me....but if that's the forfeit..." With that she rang him and I heard him say he'd be round in five minutes. Smiling widely Stacy packed all her stuff up and gave me a long soft hug. "I think it's awesome you're carrying out the forfeit. That's so great. Hope you like your little pink dolphin tattoo on your shoulder. Don't worry it will disappear." I ushered her out the front door and sank back against the banisters, on the verge of tears, head tilted back so that the tears didn't run out of my eyes. Thankful for the small mercy of having both parents away on holiday. Breathing deeply I waited in trepidation for the knock on the door. When I heard his car roll up I was nearly sick and opening the door to his powerful knocking took real effort as my hands were shaking and my heart was in my mouth. I was terrified I was going to let him down and make him cross. I opened the door and stood there, my bag in my hands in front of me, head bowed. A soft girlie-girl, a fragile hippy chick, I stood in the doorway, eyes down waiting. I was well aware of his obvious strength and the contrast I presented. I jolted a bit as he leaned in and kissed me lightly on the cheek. I dared not move in case I annoyed him anyway. I had to look up straight into his eyes as he outlined his rules and what was expected of me. I could see he was deadly serious. I blushed at my new name....Eleanor...even in it's shortened form of Ellie...it was something he was bound to like.....I hoped. He had obviously chosen it with some care which weirdly made me feel a little better and then I could feel his easy, masculine power as he squeezed my hand and kissed my forehead. He towered over me. So big and he held the pictures too. I was trapped. He knew it and I knew it. There was no point in me pretending otherwise. I thought about how he had squeezed my hand. His grip was powerful but one with a great deal of care. And the bit about the bear made me blush and the walk along the beach made me catch my breath. I knew I had pleased him so far and vowed to keep doing so for as long as I could. I was in no position to do otherwise. To be honest, I giggled a little as I thought about the rides he had picked. If I was in his position I think I'd have done he same as it meant I'd be very close to him all the time. Without thinking, more as a reflex to his words I hugged him softly, realising afterward that he looked very masculine in his nice jeans and clothing. I hate to say it, but even his aftershave marked him out as the man. Very different to my perfume. My heart raced as I also realised the funfair was an ideal place for him to display his 'pastel princess', his latest trophy that he had complete possession over. I had to turn and lock the door and I did so with care, well aware my back would be to him allowing him to see all over me. I could feel his presence near by and just how deep his breathing sounded. I jolted a bit as he leaned in and kissed me lightly on the cheek. I dared not move in case I annoyed him anyway. I had to look up straight into his eyes as he outlined his rules and what was expected of me. I could see he was deadly serious. I blushed at my new name.... Eleanor... even in it's shortened form of Ellie...it was something he was bound to like..... I hoped. He had obviously chosen it with some care which weirdly made me feel a little better and then I could feel his easy, masculine power as he squeezed my hand and kissed my forehead. He towered over me. So big and he held the pictures too. I was trapped. He knew it and I knew it. There was no point in me pretending otherwise. I thought about how he had squeezed my hand. His grip was powerful but one with a great deal of care. And the bit about the bear made me blush and the walk along the beach made me catch my breath. I knew I had pleased him so far and vowed to keep doing so for as long as I could. I was in no position to do otherwise. To be honest, I giggled a little as I thought about the rides he had picked. If I was in his position I think I'd have done he same as it meant I'd be very close to him all the time. Without thinking, more as a reflex to his words I hugged him softly, realising afterward that he looked very masculine in his nice jeans and clothing. I hate to say it, but even his aftershave marked him out as the man. Very different to my perfume. My heart raced as I also realised the funfair was an ideal place for him to display his 'pastel princess', his latest trophy that he had complete possession over. I had to turn and lock the door and I did so with care, well aware my back would be to him allowing him to see all over me. I could feel his presence near by and just how deep his breathing sounded. He took my hand firmly in his and walked up to the funfair, a proper one with plenty of enjoyable rides. The first he picked was the Wall of Death, a really fast one that squashed it's riders against the side with centrifugal force as the floor dropped out from underneath them. After the Wall I was a little dizzy and had to cling on to him as my boots made it a bit tricky for me to walk in them. I felt a little weak as well and I was actually grateful for the support of his arm as he tugged me gently but firmly to the Ferris Wheel. I admit I squeaked a bit in fear when the ride started with a jolt and I found myself leaning hard into him. I could feel the hardness of his big thighs and to be honest, as the car rocked in the stiff breeze I was reassured to have him next to me as heights had never been my thing. I knew he wasn't being cruel, just that he wanted us to be alone for a bit after the hectic ride of the Wall and my reaction to it. As we sat there I felt him squeeze my hand again and then his arms were around me holding me solidly but carefully. There was no mistaking his intent and I opened my mouth to let his tongue slide in and explore my mouth. It was weird being held so strongly and his tongue was active as we kissed. I knew he wanted a compliant 'girly-girl' and I was in no position to argue. After he broke away he spoke softly but sternly about the need for me to be careful when and how I spoke and I nodded slowly in understanding. There was no way I wanted that to happen and I hoped he knew that and could maybe tell from my eyes. I had no choice but to be his 'Princess' and I think because of that I was able to relax just a little and feel that giving in to him wasn't too terrible. It also made me think less of the fact that he was so much bigger and stronger than me anyway. Once the ride stopped he helped me down and dragged me over, as he was laughing, to the shooting range talking about prizes and stuff like that. Being brutally honest, I had never been that good at competitive sports and he was clearly enjoying his superiority over me in that respect. I stayed right beside him as he chatted with the man who ran the range and I tried to stay small. I prayed for three small, tiny, things...one he didn't call me by my girls name in public...two...he didn't ask me to have a go and humiliate myself by failing and three...that he won the prize he was after. I didn't want him to be cross in any way and I genuinely wanted him to be happy. My reasons were of course selfish but I really did want him to be relaxed and happy and I hoped he knew that and could tell from the way I stayed close to him and that I was trying so hard to please him. I stood like a dutiful, girlfriend as he continued to discuss the games with the owner of the range. I stood very close to him as other people wandered by and other couples strolled about enjoying themselves. In fact, as I stood there I realised that really all the other serious shooters were male competing for prizes for their girls. Girls, that were stood mainly to the side like me. Some looking bored, others hopeful. I tried ever so hard to smile and appear attentive but not too clingy as my 'boyfriend' decided what to do. "Well, Eleanor, I'm going to try and go for it, I have to....wait...why not let you try and win the prize yourself. You have to hit the target with two out of three shots. If you win you get the bear, if not I'll have to see if I can win it for you. Personally, I would not be that surprised if you failed but I won't hold it against you one bit, it's only to be expected." I heard my name called and I tried to look calm and under control as I walked past 'my boyfriend'. He carefully explained the rules to me and I looked up wide eyed as he outlined the rules and what I had to do. I breathed deeply but the rifle seemed to be much trickier to handle as I was in my boots and truth be told I didn't want to mess up my nice cardigan by leaning on the rests at the front of the range. Anyway, I doubted they'd help me. I blushed red as I struggled to get into a sensible position and then be able to even attempt to hit the targets. They looked very small but I took a deep breath and tried to be calm and not make too much of a fool of myself. As I settled for my shot, I felt him pinch my bum...not hard but firmly enough to make me squeak softly in surprise. Flustered and blushing after the feel of his firm fingers on my bum I tried to hit the target. To no-one's surprise it missed completely and I looked down at the ground and my girlie boots. I was useless at this and he just stood behind me. Maybe if he had helped me a little I would have done better but my second shot missed too. I just pulled the trigger on the third shot and that went well wide to. The man running the stall didn't seem at all surprised that I failed. It was just way to tricky to try and keep my nice cardigan spotless, my hair out of the way and keep my balance with 'my boyfriend' pinching my bum. Like the other girls who had tried, I too had failed so I fitted right in, meanwhile the big white fluffy bears sat serenely on the shelf. As far as I was concerned, they might have been on the moon. There was no way without help I'd manage to hit the target. I put the rifle down slowly and gently and this time stood very close to him. I tried ever so hard to not look too disappointed at my efforts in case he thought I was putting him under pressure to win and I hoped he knew I had tried my best and not intended to fail. I stood a little closer to him as it began to drizzle just a little bit. The big bears at the end of the range sat there and watched everything that was going on. I have to say though they did look nice under the lights and I thought having one might be useful as it would make a nice present for someone for the future. With my heart in mouth I turned and looked up at him. He didn't seem bothered by the rain so I spoke very softly and asked him, if he would maybe help me win one. I tried to explain I would fire the rifle if he would help me aim it. To be honest, my voice just ran down getting quieter and quieter until in the end I was just stood in front of him, looking up at him as my fingers played with the buttons on my long cardigan. I had tried to be calm and hoped that my fingers and voice had not betrayed my nervousness. I didn't want him to feel mad or think that I was being pushy in any way.....I was just asking for help. And then, before I could even believe it, as the rain started to fall a little harder, I took a step forward and rested my forehead on his strong chest. I just stood there silently as he decided what to do, my fate totally and utterly in his hands. I held my breath and then relaxed as he took the rifle from me. He handled the rifle with ease and hit the target then he passed the rifle to me. I stood a bit closer to the rests but I still didn't want to get my top dirty. As I struggled, I felt him slip into postion right behind me, my bum pressing against his thighs as he helped me aim. His stronger arms and wrists took the weight of the rifle and with his help I aimed it carefully. As I aimed he whispered very softly, "That's it princess, just relax and don't panic." I relaxed a bit more into him and he aimed the rifle a little more so that when I pulled the trigger the pellet actually hit the target. I was ever so pleased and surprised and when I put the rifle down I was genuinely pleased as we had done it as a team. I waited for the stall owner to pass me over my big white bear and was happy when he did. In face I giggled a little bit and then blushed. Thanks to my Thomas' help, I'd won something. I wasn't too surprised when he pressed in close and kissed me on the lips. I kissed him back and was ever so pleased he was happy. I kissed him in front of everyone, exactly as I was expected to do. Of course he then kissed me nicely again on the forehead and pressed against me, pushing one of his legs between mine. I breathed in quickly as I felt his zip begin to press right between my legs and then I could feel his semi-stiff cock pressing into me again as I hugged him. His grip easily help me place, leaving me in no doubt that his dick was beginning to get very hard and fat. The walk home in the rain was a little strange as we held hands and I held the bear, my bear that we had won. I was again very aware of Thomas' power as he easily held my hand and when he squeezed it I could feel his solid grip. Blushing hard, I had to ask him to slow the pace a couple of times as I could not keep up. My heels stopped me from matching his long easy stride and even though I was embarrassed to ask I had no choice. Besides, I didn't want to be dragged along by him.....it would be very undignified and I might have dropped the bear. And he was white...it would have taken ages to clean him. He ushered me in the front door and I was happy to slide my boots off, showing off my girlie socks, just as Stacy had said they'd look. Very girlie and obvious! Thomas guided me to the kitchen and told me to put the bear down. As soon as I had done that he easily spun me round and with the minimum of effort he had put handcuffs on me. The padding on the handcuffs protected me very well but I wasn't strong enough to think about breaking them anyway. My hands were now behind my back, out of the way and I just stood there wide eyed realising not for the first time that his easy obvious masculine power was more than a match for my small size. He could see I was going to speak so he simply cut me off by locking a ball gag into my mouth. I felt how gentle he was when he locked it in place making sure my hair wasn't too messed up and the soft ball neatly trapped my tongue and kept me silent. I just dropped my head and looked at the floor. There was nothing I could do or say now but he surprised me by kissing me nicely on the forehead again. Then with great care he positioned me on the sofa next to him. After fixing the DVD he came and sat next to me and rested his arm around my waist, pointing out that my girlie chatter would not now spoil the movie for him and again he kissed me nicely. As my hands were secured, I had to lean in and snuggle against him to keep my balance, my soft cardigan pressing against his side as I snuggled down a little more to get comfortable. I tried to make it clear with my eyes that the handcuffs were necessary. I knew I had to be an obedient 'girly-girl' and I hoped that he could see that in my wide pleading girlie eyes. To tell the truth, I knew my strength was no match for his and I thought how he had helped me win the bear, so I tried to plead with him with my eyes that I knew my place. As he decided I had no choice to lean in closer to him to keep in place and I hoped my soft cardigan didn't annoy him and that my perfume was not going to make him upset. To be fair, after the strain of the funfair and being on display, the nice warm darkened room helped me relax and his easy breathing was making me a little sleepy. After all apart from the cuffs and the gag he had been nice to me and thinking about it, I realised he hadn't hurt me or tried to make fun of me. His aftershave was nice too and I thought it contrasted nicely with my lighter perfume and I hoped that I had really pleased him so far. Not just for the obvious, selfish reasons but because when I had asked for help he hadn't been mean and he'd made lots of effort to walk more slowly then he would have done normally when I explained to him about the heels! I was ever so grateful when Thomas finally unlocked my handcuffs and took out my gag. What impressed me again was just how gentle he was when he unlocked my mouth gag and rubbed my wrists. His strong fingers easily held my wrist and I confess it was nice to have him do that. Especially as he had let me snuggle against him and doze when the movie was on. I considered his offer as he spoke. He had been nice and gentle with me and had helped win my bear. I giggled a bit thinking of it as mine now. How could I refuse such a nice, kind offer and in any case my boobs meant that I would have to wear a nighty anyway for the time being. Again Thomas was ever so kind and nice and not being horrible and I felt it would be wrong of me to be churlish and throw his kindness back in face. As I decided I hugged him and said yes, of course I'd stay the night...but I'd need a shower and some nice shampoo and some nice makeup. I giggled a little bit more and his face was a picture so I kissed him on the cheek again and then lightly on the lips. I hoped he'd realise that if he wanted a girly-girl, it would mean I would be 'high maintenance' and that he had better get used to it. I sat there giggling and gave him another hug as I explained that he had been ever so nice and not mean and very protective of me. Grinning a little bit and blushing lots I also confessed very quietly that I had felt his cock push into me a bit at the funfair and that if felt very impressive and matched his physical power. After making that little speech I hugged him again and held his hands in mine as I waited for a decision from him. I actually wondered if he would let me luxuriate in a 'girly bath' and what precise nightwear he had picked for me. It was weird but I felt I had tried to explain very softly that he had been a really nice boyfriend and had not done anything horrible to me and had helped me when I was struggling like a proper boyfriend should. At the end of my little speech when I had hugged Thomas I hoped he could see I meant the hugs and the kisses. Naturally, while I waited for him to decide what to do, I was a little tense. I was still very much aware of his size and power. I hoped Thomas knew I would do anything, absolutely anything to avoid making him cross or upset...after all he was my boyfriend. I sat there waiting as he decided what to do. And then Thomas kissed me gently. I blushed a little but then kissed him back and gave him a big hug as he explained why he was giving me some money. I had to giggle as Thomas explained about the girly shopping and then about the lovely silk nightdress. I blushed a little as I slid the money into my girly purse. I was stunned though, he had also gone to the trouble of getting a really nice nightdress for me. It was very pretty and lacy and fitted in well with the image Thomas wanted me to have. I breathed a little more easily and then I heard him talking about making me dinner. It sounded ever so yummy so of course I agreed but said, "Thomas...your offer of the food is ever so sweet and thank you but please, please don't make too much. I would hate to upset you if I left some." I then sat back and waited for his reaction. I was very surprised when he grabbed my wrist and held it and then slid the beautiful silver bracelet on. It was heavy and very well made. It was gorgeous and fitted in well with all the other stuff I was wearing. I felt incredibly lucky that Thomas had been so nice when he could have been mean and horrible. He had treated me very well indeed and I felt lucky that Thomas wasn't being too mean and he even understood that being a girly-girl was tricky at times. I hugged Thomas again tightly after he gave me the bracelet and lightly kissed him again. He sat there looking ever so proud and strong for picking out a really nice item for me. Yes for me. I giggled a bit and shook my wrist so the bracelet rattled a tiny bit. He had even remembered to put it on my left hand which was a very nice touch. I grinned and thought to myself, "Thomas is being very sneaky. He's making it very hard for you to dislike him. Eleanor, he's just not being mean or horrible." I paused for a second, mentally absorbing the fact that I had just called myself Eleanor. I looked at the bracelet again and then looked at him. I spoke very softly, "Thomas...it's beautiful. You shouldn't have. It's gorgeous" I held up my wrist and let the soft light fall on the silver bracelet. "It's so nice of you. Really it is. It's sooo nice." He looked ever so happy after he had kissed my hand and when he called me Princess I felt he meant it and was not being mean. I didn't want to spoil anything for him so I admit I did something a little bit naughty. I leaned in very close and hugged Thomas and then ever so quickly I used my left had to just lightly squeeze his big fat hard cock through his jeans. I giggled again and then sat back to admire my bracelet. It was mine and my boyfriend had bought it. I couldn't believe how nice he'd been. I felt I now owed it to him to be as much a girly-girl as possible...after all he had planned things so carefully.....and had not been pushy or harsh to me. I placed a finger on his lips and kissed him again and snuggled right into him. It was weird but with his support I felt I was Eleanor. I giggled again as I rested my left hand on his thigh, the bracelet on display. Even though Thomas was relaxed I could feel just how firm and strong he was and I shivered just a tiny bit thinking about just how powerful he was. There was no doubting his masculine power. "Don't worry, I won't make too much food for you,and if any is left over I would be happy to eat it myself." I was ever so pleased when he explained about the food and that made me relax even more. I sat up a little at the tone of his voice as he explained about cheques and what my brain was pushing me to do. I was a little scared so I immediately dropped my head and put my hands in my lap and played with the bracelet. I hoped he knew that I had never meant to upset him or make him cross or annoyed. I was just so happy that he had not been mean to me during the day and I thought I had pleased him by trying really hard to be nice and a girly Princess for him. I did the only thing I could think of...I snuggled into him further and hugged him again, making sure my nice bracelet was on display and that I hugged him tight. I felt Thomas hug me back and then he kissed me and very gently slid his hands under my blouse and very gently stroked my back. I could feel the tender pressure of his fingers on my back and they were working to relax me and make me less worried about what he had said. His warm, strong fingers made delicious tiny circles on my back so I rested my head a little more on his firm chest and snuggled in a little more to make it easier for him to reach my back. As Thomas rubbed my back I could feel just how close he was and his aftershave seemed to make him smell ever so nice and manly and his fingers continued to rub and caress my back, causing me to relax even more so making my head rest a little lower and more firmly on his strong chest. His hands making me relax more and more as he gently and carefully stroked and rubbed my back. I could feel the tension that his stern words had made me feel begin to leave me and I relaxed still further into his warm, strong embrace. His even steady breathing was very reassuring and I think by reflex to not make him cross with me I snuggled down a bit further. All thoughts of food and showers being driven from my mind by the gentle yet powerful movements of his fingers under my blouse. I didn't speak as I didn't want anything I said to maybe spoil the moment for Thomas. I just hoped my perfume pleased Thomas and that since I was keeping my new bracelet on display, I hoped he'd realise that I knew his dominance over me was going to continue.