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The Set Up 2
By Cheryl Lynn
This is a work of fiction and all the usual disclaimers apply. Part one
should be read prior to this. This story is not for the sweet
sentimental reader as it contains forced sex and deep humiliation. It
may be downloaded for personal use only any other use is forbidden
without the author's consent. [email protected].
The Set Up 2
Kelly woke up feeling like he had been on a three day drunk. His head
ached and he felt very weak. As his mind became more aware he looked
around his room. The room was nothing like anything Kelly was expecting.
The interior was painted in soft lavender with bone colored trimming.
The single window had pink satin curtains with an overlay of soft white
chiffon. He was lying in a four poster queen sized bed with pink
pillowed satin comforter and pink satin covered pillows frilled with
white lace.
"Where the fuck am I? This aint my room," he thought as he continued to
look around confused. A small white vanity with pink satin cushioned
stool sat off to the side with a matching dresser. Facing the bed was a
large framed poster of Rodney wearing just a pink thong and the words in
pink script, "Kelly darling trust me."
As soon as his eyes fell on the grotesque picture, he felt nauseous. It
was positively gross but as he read the words printed on it, his mind
went blank and he smiled. He got out of bed and pulled on a bright
orange nylon and feathered robe that matched his ruffled beribboned and
lacy baby doll nightie. The nightie was empire cut with a bright sun set
orange satin ribbon just below the bust line. It then flared out in
multiple layers of nylon and chiffon to just below the hips in a wide
ruffle of feathers.
He stepped into a pair of clear plastic mules with a three inch spiked
heel, went to the vanity, removed the chiffon sleep cap, checked his
stiffly lacquered hair, applied a coat of bubble gum pink high gloss
lipstick and left the room. In the kitchen he put on a white organza bib
apron and began preparing breakfast.
When Rodney walked into the kitchen wearing his ratty bath robe and
boxers, Kelly minced over to him and gave him a big kiss on the lips.
Stepping back, Kelly with a giggle said, "Good morning sweetie, I fixed
your favorite breakfast, pancakes, bacon, sausage, over easy eggs and
coffee just the way you like them."
"Kelly darling, I'm sure everything will be delicious. Now why don't you
get your half grapefruit and herbal tea and join me," he replied
scratching his hairy stomach.
After he finished his breakfast, Rodney let out a loud stinky belch then
smiled seeing Kelly scrunch up his nose. "Kelly darling, why don't you
clean up the kitchen it's a mess. You do like working in a clean
kitchen, don't you Kelly darling," he said.
Kelly stood up from the table and was aghast as he looked around him.
Dishes, paper plates, glasses, empty pizza boxes and take out were
scattered on almost every surface of the kitchen. In the corner was an
over filled trash can. There was a prevailing miasma of rotting food,
dirt and grease all about the filthy room.
"Oh my, I can't believe I let the kitchen get so filthy. Can you ever
forgive me Rodney? I promise to never let it get this bad ever again,"
Kelly said feeling horrible and embarrassed at the condition of the
kitchen.
"It's okay Kelly darling. Just don't let it happen again. While you are
at it, you might as well clean the rest of the house. It's a pig sty.
Don't you think you should change into your uniform before you get
started? When I get home from work, I want to see a nice clean house
Kelly darling," he instructed.
Back in his room, Kelly stripped off his clothing paying no attention to
the pink plastic chastity tube between his legs. Naked, he quickly
attended to his new hummingbird tattoo and cleansed his piercings. Using
a rattail comb he fluffed out his platinum blond pink highlighted hair
before spraying it with hair spray. His bangs were still in perfect pin
curls, so all he had to do was put on the bright pink satin hair band to
separate the bangs from the rest of his crowning glory. He penciled in
his black thin arched brows before adding the pink eye shadow. Next, he
applied black mascara to his lengthened lashes before adding more bubble
gum pink lipstick.
The first thing he put on after he finished his makeup was a tight pink
rubber lined open bottom girdle with four garter tabs. He had to use a
lot of baby powder to coat the inside before he could get it on. Next,
he fastened a pink bullet bra around his chest and filled the cups with
two pair of Rodney's used boxers. The smell of him was still very strong
and Kelly moaned in pain as his imprisoned dick tried to escape its
plastic prison.
He sat on the edge of his bed to knead the ecru colored support hose up
his legs and fasten the welts to the garter tabs. With his stockings on,
he stepped into a pair of yellow satin pointed toed pumps with a three
inch spiked heel. From the closet he removed three white starched
crinolines and a yellow nylon with white cotton short sleeves and double
breasted collar uniform. Dressed, he added gold toned metal bangles to
both wrists, pulled on a pair of yellow rubber gloves and tied a white
cotton apron around his waist. Popping a wad of pink bubble gum into his
mouth went to do the cleaning.
Before he left the room he checked out his reflection to make sure
everything was just so. The night before, Rodney told him he was going
to be the best "Little Suzie Homemaker there ever was, right Kelly
darling." As Kelly blew a big pink bubble, he smiled and went to do the
cleaning.
It took Kelly most of the morning to clean the kitchen and most of the
afternoon to do the bathrooms. He was hot and uncomfortable in the tight
rubber girdle. His feet and calves were killing him. Never the less, he
was mincing and swaying his hips to the sounds of a fifties radio
station as he pushed the vacuum across the living room floor. All of a
sudden he stopped, shook his head in confusion as the lyrics to "Walk
Like a Man" boomed over the radio.
"I feel all woozy all of a sudden. Something's not right but....but why am
I dres....what's going on...." He thought standing in the middle of the
room.
His thoughts were broken as his butt flared in pain. Rodney had come
home and saw Kelly standing still with a very puzzled look on his face.
He knew that the subliminals were wearing off but he didn't want Kelly
coming out of it too soon. He moved quickly to his side and slapped him
hard on the butt sending a cloud of white off Kelly's girdled ass. The
faint aroma of baby powder could be smelled over the spicy perfume Kelly
wore.
"Kelly darling I'm home, now where is my big kiss," he said moving in
front of the startled boy. Kelly automatically pursed his lips, pressed
them to Rodney's fat ones and darted out his tongue. He felt Rodney grab
his ass and pull him in close. Kelly felt like he was bent over as his
face was pulled into Rodney's round one while Rodney's fat stomach
pushed him back at the same time Rodney was pulling his ass into him.
When the kiss ended, Kelly stepped back swallowing a wad of Rodney's
spittle.
"Oh sweetie, you're home. I hope you like what I've done. I'm sorry I
haven't cleaned every thing but I'll get it done. I promise" Kelly said
in a soft contrite voice.
"That's alright Kelly darling, I like what you have done with the place.
Like I said, you make a great Suzie Homemaker. Now get your sweet ass
into the kitchen and bring me a bottle of cold beer," Rodney said.
When he got to the kitchen Kelly immediately went to his purse and
pulled out his compact and mirror. As he reapplied his lipstick the
Suzie Homemaker mantra filled his mind.
"Suzie Homemaker is an old fashioned girl. She loves full skirts,
girdles and ruffled petticoats while wearing stockings and high heels no
matter what the task."
"Suzie Homemaker's goal in life is to make her man happy."
"Suzie Homemaker, to make her man happy, always maintains a spotless
house. She is never satisfied until the house is as clean as can be."
"Suzie Homemaker must always be sure that her hair and makeup are
perfect."
"Suzie Homemaker doesn't care what her man looks like or does only that
he is happy."
Those words were deeply imprinted into Kelly's mind over the past year
thanks to Rodney's conditioning. Putting his compact and lipstick away,
he happily went to get his man a beer.
Back in the living room, Kelly bending at the waist so her man could see
her firm ass, poured the beer into a glass then sat the bottle down. As
he did that, he could feel Rodney's fat hand rubbing on his girdled ass.
Still bent over, he turned his head and gave him a kiss on the lips.
"I have to keep my man happy," he thought as he stood back up and headed
to the kitchen to begin dinner. He was humming happily as he prepared
her man's dinner.
After dinner Kelly did the dishes and cleaned up making sure to wear the
rubber gloves. Taking off the frilly apron and putting it and the gloves
away, went into the AV room bringing her man another cold beer. This
time Rodney slapped him hard on his upturned ass and pulled him into his
lap. Kelly automatically put his arms around Rodney's thick neck and
pressed their lips together. As the kiss lingered, Rodney was rubbing
and squeezing Kelly's chest.
"Kelly darling, don't you wish you had your own set of beautiful
breasts?" Rodney asked when the sloppy kiss broke.
Kelly licked the saliva from her lips before answering, "Sweetie that
would be awfully nice. I would really love to have my own beautiful
breasts."
"Well Kelly darling, I have made you an appointment for tomorrow morning
to get your boob job. Listen carefully Kelly darling, no matter what the
doctor tells you, you must insist on getting D cup breasts. The doctor
will probably tell you to get smaller ones and that won't make me happy
Suzie Homemaker. Now what are you going to tell the doctor tomorrow?" he
said grinning.
"I'm going to tell him I want D cup boobies if that will make you
happy," Kelly dutifully replied.
"Am I a fuckin' genius or what! I can't believe how good my subliminal
messages are working. All I have to do is say the key words, Kelly
darling and Suzie Homemaker, and he's right back under my full control.
Once his tits are healed, I'll stop most of his conditioning and let a
little bit of him reemerge. He'll remember everything but won't be able
to stop me. He'll hate himself and me but won't be able to do a damn
thing about it. Nothing at all, he can't harm me or himself with those
key words stuck in his mind. Hot damn, I'm good," he thought.
Ooo
The loud irritating buzzing sound coming from the alarm clock made Kelly
open his eyes. He flung an arm across his face trying to block the
bright light that greeted him. "I must have been drinking and gaming all
night to feel this bad. I feel weird and there is something stuck on my
chest. What the fuck?" he mumbled as he came fully awake.
He sat up in bed and felt a significant weight shift on his chest.
Looking down, he was shocked by what he saw. He was wearing an orange
nylon nightie. It wasn't so much the nightie but the large mounds
sticking out of his chest that shocked him. With shaking hands he slowly
reached up and cupped the large mounds. As he touched them he knew
immediately two things. One he was wearing a bra and secondly, he knew
those mounds were real. Not believing his own senses, he pulled the
neckline of the nightie out and stared down at the two white mounds
encased in an orange bullet bra. Tentatively he stretched out a finger
and touched the smooth mound but quickly pulled it back.
"What the fuck happened to me? These things are real. It was warm and I
felt my finger touching it. How....why....who?" his mind screamed. He looked
up from his chest and saw the poster. His body shuddered. As the words
on the poster registered in his mind, he calmed down.
"Wha....what just happened? Why am I feeling so relaxed? I've got tits,
big ones at that, so I should be really pissed but I'm not. OMG! Rodney
did this to me! I remember everything now. Oh shit! That fat fuck has
hypnotized and fucked with my mind. I'm going to kill him for doing this
to me," he thought as he got out of bed, stepped into his mules and
headed to the bathroom.
As the bubble bath was filling, Kelly took off his clothing. Carefully
folded them and placed the clothing on the counter top. Picking up the
pink shower cap, he carefully tucked his hair into it. Going over to the
linen closet he removed his douche kit and box of tampons. Sitting on
the commode, he inserted the nozzle and noticed the pink chastity device
for the first time.
"What the fuck? I've got to get this damn thing off my dick," he thought
as he looked at the device. He wanted his hands to move down and pull
the offending device off but they refused to move. He struggled trying
to will his hands to move but after awhile gave up in frustration.
Back in his room Kelly began dressing. Every thing he had done since
getting out of bed was like an out of body experience for him. His mind
was aware of what was going on but helpless to stop it. When he removed
panties, bra, girdle and full slip from the dresser his mind was
screaming at him not to do it. As Kelly stepped into the bright red
nylon panties, his mind shuddered in disbelief. He tried to concentrate
on stopping his hands from putting on the red bullet bra but he failed.
His mind was pounding with the effort to stop from working the tight red
satin rubberized open bottom girdle up his legs. As the lacy soft nylon
slip slid down over his torso, Kelly had given up. His mind was racing
with all kinds of thoughts of how to stop the madness but nothing
worked. He realized that he was nothing more than a spectator as his
body went through its morning routine.
He watched helplessly as his body stood before the full length mirror.
He was wearing a red and white checkered rayon dress with short cuffed
sleeves and a "V" neckline that revealed a hint of cleavage. It had a
fitted waist and the skirt flared out at the hips. He was wearing three
stiff red crinolines with lacy hems under the skirt. His legs were
incased in black seemed stockings and his feet shod in bright red paten
leather pointed toed pumps with a three inch spike heel. His mind stared
in disbelief as his hand added another layer of bright red lipstick to
his lips then popped a wad of bubble gum into his mouth.
"Damn! I hate bubble gum. Why can't I stop doing all this shit? Oh, I'm
going to kill that fat fuck," he thought as he walked out the room.
Kelly walked into the kitchen and tied an organza apron around his waist
and began cooking breakfast. As he was moving about the kitchen, doing
things Kelly never knew he could do, his mind tried to get him to get
the hell out of there. Again his mental efforts resulted in failure. He
had never felt like such a failure and baffled that he couldn't control
his own body.
When Rodney walked into the kitchen, Kelly was slicing a tomato for his
own breakfast. Seeing Rodney, Kelly became irate very irate. With the
sharp knife in hand, he planned on slicing and dicing that fat slob into
a zillion pieces. Instead, he watched as his body put the knife down,
wiped its hands on the apron and went over to Rodney and kissed him. Not
just a peck on the cheek but a full blown, tongue twisting kiss.
"OMG! What am I doing? I should be carving out his gizzard instead I'm
kissing that fat SOB. I think I'm gonna be sick. Hell, I ought to be
sicker than a mangy dog but no, I hear myself saying, 'Good morning
sweetie.' This can't be possible. This has to be some kind of
nightmare!" his mind screamed then went blank.
Rodney looked closely into Kelly's eyes as they broke the intimate kiss.
"Ah, looks like I can see a bit of the real Kelly in there. The body is
dressed and acts like I demand but the eyes. They look scared to death.
Well, it has been three weeks since he had the implants without
subliminal reinforcement. I should think he is awake in a small portion
of his mind by now. He probably knows all that happened and that he
can't do a damn thing about it. Just the way I want him. Think I'll give
him a few days to realize his position then screw the hell out of him
both mentally and physically," he thought laughing loudly.
"What's so funny sweetie?" Kelly asked.
"Oh nothing my dear Suzie Home Maker just thought of a funny joke.
That's all," he replied.
Over the next two weeks Kelly's living nightmare became worse, as with
each new day, he had to watch himself doing things no normal boy would
ever do. His wardrobe was small but everything in it was from the
fifties or sixties. He had no idea where Rodney got that stuff but found
himself happily putting on each item. Each day he would clean the house
wearing rubber gloves and wearing a frilly apron. He was cooking a lot
of food but ate very little and what he ate didn't appease his hunger.
When he wasn't cleaning or cooking he was reading women's magazines.
By the end of the second week, Kelly could almost accept this daily
routine. However, the one thing that struck pure fear and disgust was
when he let Rodney fondle and kiss him. He was especially mortified by
the fact that he often initiated these acts. He tried many times to kill
Rodney. Once he even tried to slit his own wrists but all those attempts
ended in failure. He understood now that he was completely ensnared in
Rodney's sick world.
When Rodney took him back to the salon to have his roots touched up and
hair styled back into a big bubble do, he hoped to get someone there to
help him. Instead of his planned claims of being forced, he happily told
the stylist exactly what he wanted done no matter how outdate or bazaar
the look.
He stood happily before the full length mirror in the salon patting the
side of his stiffly lacquered platinum blond pink highlighted dome of
hair. He was wearing a lime green disco era polyester pant suit and
cream colored chiffon blouse with a huge ruffled and lacy cravat tie. He
sprayed out his fingers and checked the one inch long talons painted in
bright florescent pink enamel.
"Ooooohhhh I love it. I can't thank you girls enough for what you did,"
he heard himself say. "Damn, I wanted to say I hated it. I wanted to get
them to help me but I couldn't do it. All I did was gush like some silly
idiot," he thought. With his last hope of getting away dashed, Kelly's
spirit gave up.
Ooo
Kelly felt something bump against him and he opened his eyes. He was in
Rodney's bed and the fat slob was lying next to him snoring like the fat
pig he was. He felt the bile rush up his throat as what happened last
night flashed through his mind. He tossed off the covers wanting nothing
more than to get the hell out of there. Instead, he leaned over, reached
out his hand and gently pulled Rodney's penis out of his boxers.
"OMG! Not this! Please, no don't do this!" his mind screamed as he bent
his head down and took the tip of the penis between his pink lips. He
was repulsed by what he was doing but couldn't stop. As his lips went
down the shaft, his tongue licked it tasting nauseating flavors of musk,
salt, urine, rust and something else he couldn't describe. He remembered
where that dick had been the night before and shuddered.
As his head bobbed slowly up and down the stiffing shaft, Rodney awoke.
"Oh my Kelly darling this is how I always dreamed of waking up. Why
don't you hum a merry tune while you do that? You know something like
'Oh What a Beautiful Morning.' That way I'll know that you love waking
me up this way every morning," he said.
Kelly wanted nothing more than to bite down hard but immediately began
humming. He kept up his slow rhythm until his mouth filled with Rodney's
hot seed. He swallowed every drop, kissed the knob, sat up and smiled
broadly.
"Sweetie, you know I just love to make you happy," he heard himself say
as he licked his lips.
"I know you do Suzie Home Maker. Why don't you get up now and fix me a
big breakfast? I'm really hungry after all we did last night," Rodney
said.
Kelly slid out of bed, stepped into his mules and headed to the kitchen
when all he wanted to do was throw up and try to wash the filth off.
Instead, he was humming that damn song, in his room repairing his makeup
and mussed hair. He checked his reflection before leaving to get
breakfast ready. He was wearing a pink double layered nylon baby doll
gown and the matching pink bloomers with rows of white ruffled lace
across the bottoms. He was also wearing a pink satin lacy garter belt
and white nylons. His D cup breasts were unfettered by a bra and bounced
as he moved. Popping a piece of pink bubble gum into his mouth, he
headed to the kitchen. With each step he could feel his panties sticking
to his ass and as his breasts moved under the soft nightie his nipples
burned. He did his best to block out of his mind the cause of those
irritations.
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