House Arrest
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HOUSE ARREST 2 by Throne
The first night Tommy got to see his new bedroom, a tiny space dominated
by a canopied bed. On the walls were pin-ups of boy bands and drawings
of fluffy cats and such. It looked like a GIRL'S room. He had to wear a
see- through babydoll nightie and his pillow was lightly scented with
perfume. He cried himself to sleep, feeling endlessly sorry for himself
in this predicament. He would be so glad when it was over. Soon. It
couldn't go on and on, could it? He awoke the next morning to find Ming
looking down on him. The maid was in a fresh uniform, this one in black
with scarlet trim. She clapped her hands and said, "Out of bed, Miss
Sleepy. Don't want to get your aunt mad at you." Tommy held his hands
modestly over his nipples as he put his feet on the floor. Ming reached
under the bed and produced a pair of fuzzy slippers with two inch heels.
The young man slipped his feet into them reluctantly. He didn't WANT to
be a girl. With a sigh he took a few steps and found he was already
becoming accustomed to feminine footwear. Ming walked to the bathroom,
taking smooth steps on her own, taller, heels. Tommy followed, washed
his face, cleaned off his cosmetics, and looked around uncomfortably,
wanting a moment alone to relieve his bladder. In a soft voice he asked
Ming to please give him some privacy, but she said she had orders not to
leave him alone. He tried to hide what he was doing by angling his body
as he slipped his panties down and prepared to gain some relief.
The maid made a throat-clearing sound to get his attention and then said,
"A proper young lady doesn't pee-pee standing up. She sits." Tommy
blushed and tried to say something but felt too out of control of his own
life to protest. He lowered the panties as he sat on the toilet. With
Ming giving him a smirking look, he did his business. Afterwards, the
maid applied light touches of fresh make-up to Tommy's face. She said,
"Don't look so sad," and gave him a hug. It was a sisterly hug, with no
lust involved, as if Tommy really was a female and they were just two
girlfriends bonding. The young man sighed and thanked his companion.
Ming told him, "You really should relax and just do the best you can.
Make your aunt happy. That way everything will go more smoothly." He
responded, "I suppose you're right. It's just that I thought I would get
my inheritance, grab my luggage and leave. This is all so... bizarre."
"I suppose it is, for you. But make the best of it." She cupped his
chin in the palm of her small hand. "And let's see a smile." With an
effort, Tommy managed to turn his frown upside down. Ming rewarded him
with a chaste peck on the cheek. He flinched in surprise but then was
able to smile with genuine happiness. He gave her a hug of his own and
dared to stroke the back of her neck and touch the bun into which her
hair was fixed. As they drew apart she gave him a conspiratorial wink.
She led him downstairs to the breakfast nook. His Aunt Hilda was already
there, sitting at the table with a cup of tea before her and some little
biscuits on a plate. Tommy suddenly realized how hungry he was. She had
Ming fetch him a small bowl of cold oatmeal, saying it would be good for
his stomach. He wanted to object but knew better by then. When he
raised the first spoonful toward his mouth, however, his aunt stopped
him, saying, "Just a minute. What were you two doing upstairs? Ming's
hair is all mussed in the back." Tommy froze. Ming lowered her eyes and
said contritely, "I'm sorry, Ma'am. I gave her a hug and she gave me one
in return."
"You SHOULD be sorry. And you'll be a lot more apologetic after I tan
your backside." At that, Tommy burst in, telling his Aunt Hilda,
"Please, don't punish Ming. It wasn't her fault..." he automatically
added "... Ma'am. I'm to blame." Even though he dreaded another session
with the crop or worse, he finished, "I'm the one who should be
punished."
"No," the stern woman said with finality. "It is Ming who was
responsible for your behavior and she failed. So it is she who shall be
punished. However, since you feel that way, and because I like to be
fair, I will allow you to share in her correction."
With practiced movements, Tommy's aunt pinned up the skirt of Ming's
uniform in back and lowered her panties. Then she made the two of them
face each other. Using a double head harness, she bound them face-to-
face, their lips pressed together. The young man was instantly
stimulated, despite his unwanted situation. He stood there in his
nightie, feeling terribly exposed, as his aunt bound his hands behind
Ming and hers behind him, so that their bodies were forced into contact
with each other. His little dick grew to its full unimpressive size and
pressed against the maid's skirt-front. Then Hilda went to a drawer in
the kitchen and selected a large wooden spoon. When Ming saw it she
shuddered with fear. Hilda stood behind her and got the range. She let
the heavy implement touch the girl's pert sitter. Then she drew it back
and paused. As Ming stood there against Tommy, Hilda swung hard and
cracked the unforgiving wood against that tender flesh. Ming lurched
against Tommy and, as she hollered and he gasped, thrust her warm tongue
into his mouth. Despite the circumstances, he was aware of her sweet
taste. She didn't withdraw her tongue but, as if seeking some small
comfort, kept it in his mouth as a second blow fell and produced a
tortured moan. Tommy was weirdly aroused as the unfair chastisement
proceeded, on and on, with Ming writhing uncontrollably against him.
Hilda was merciless, plying the kitchen tool with expert pacing and
force, prolonging the maid's ordeal until tears were running down her
smooth cheeks. At last it ended. With Tommy's aunt behind them, unable
to see what was happening, Ming ran her tongue around the inside of
Tommy's mouth one last time, making it very clear that this was no
runaway reaction but real passion. Hilda left them bound like that for
an additional hour, first cautioning them not to communicate with each
other.
Tommy was too shy to say anything to the maid afterwards. His lack of
experience with females still ruled him. For the next several days he
was dressed in more unwanted outfits, had to wear more upsetting
cosmetics, and continued to walk and talk in unnaturally feminine ways.
He incurred a few punishments. They were never as bad as what Ming had
suffered, which deepened his guilt over having gotten her into trouble.
At the same time, his bondage and spanking was severe enough to make sure
that he would fear worse and therefore not give his aunt any trouble.
Tommy sank deeper into her silken trap. Then, one morning, she announced
that he was going to pose for an artist. He was unsettled by the thought
of anyone else seeing him all dressed up like a silly girl, his face
covered with lipstick, eye shadow, and such, his hair in one embarrassing
style or another. But he had no say in the matter, and neither did Ming,
whose task it was to prepare him for the arrival of whoever was going to
draw him. The maid fussed over the clothing selection. Tommy made
suggestions, telling himself he was only trying to keep her from getting
into trouble again. He even pointed out especially demeaning fashions,
believing those would make his aunt happiest and least likely to lose her
temper. First he got into see-through, peach colored panties. They were
snug and held his tiny penis in an up-pointing position. Then there was
a training bra with its cups removed, which framed his nipples. Ming
used rouge on those little circles of sensitivity, getting him so excited
he was panting. That made him think of the way she had kissed him while
her bottom was smacked but he still wasn't bold enough to bring up the
subject.
Next she put him into a long-sleeved, cream blouse with a high collar and
ruffled cuffs, and gold shorts with a bib front and shoulder straps that
hooked onto large cartoonish buttons. The shorts were definitely NOT
age-appropriate for him, but he endured it to keep his aunt contented.
It wasn't as if he was beginning to enjoy wearing these items. Right?
Of course not, he told himself as he strutted around the room for Ming's
approval. She giggled at the sight he made and gave his shoulder a
friendly squeeze. Tommy even managed a laugh himself. Then she gave him
gaudy yellow knee socks and square-toed shoes with block heels, in green.
There were big plastic earrings that screwed onto his lobes. They were
clear globes with a little ball that rolled around inside each. Then she
put on his make-up. To go with the childish clothes, he was given cupid
bow lips, round blush spots on his cheeks, and long, curved artificial
eyelashes. A blond wig with bouncy sausage curls added to the foolish
look, which was then completed by a drawstring purse in rainbow colors
that Ming tied to his wrist. Feeling ridiculous, but at the same time
thrilled by Ming's approval, he checked himself in the mirror before they
went downstairs to keep his modeling appointment.
Aunt Hilda was having wine with the artist, who was a lovely woman with
ash blond hair. The guest wore a smart sweater-and-skirt outfit, three
inch heels, and a wide-brimmed pink hat. Her smile was radiant and her
eyes glistened. As she spied Tommy coming toward her she grinned
approvingly. Aunt Hilda said, "This is my artist friend, Superb Sasha.
You are very fortunate to have her agree to draw you, Tommy. What do you
say?" He swallowed with difficulty, a bit overwhelmed by it all, and
responded, "Thank you, Sasha. I am very flattered that you want to draw
me."
"Well," the artist purred, "you're exactly the kind of boy-girl I loooove
to put into my pictures. So let's get busy, shall we?" She picked up a
sketch pad from beside her, opened it, and took a pencil from a small box
of supplies. Sasha told Hilda, "I'd like some kind of prop, something to
go along with that little girl look." Hilda asked Ming to go to Tommy's
bedroom and select something. She hurried off and returned with a pink
teddy bear. Sasha had him hold it by his side and stick his thumb into
his mouth, telling him to act like he wasn't enjoying himself. She
suggested, "Imagine that a couple of your buddies have just walked into
the room." That thought made it very easy for him to appear upset. It
reminded him just how much he had been feminized and what it would feel
like to have someone else from outside the house see him. As his face
was made over by worry, the artist's hand began to move, to bring the
image to life. She liked the way his shoulders sloped down a bit with
defeat. He was in that perfect state of being girled up against his
will, partly resigned to it but still desperate to return to his male
identity. She smiled sweetly as she captured his inner state on paper.
When that picture was done Sasha showed it to Aunt Hilda and Ming. They
ooohhh-ed and aaahhh-ed over it as Tommy squirmed in discomfort. Without
letting him see it, Sasha decided out loud that she would like to draw
him in bondage. He cringed inwardly but didn't protest. His aunt
quietly told Ming what she would like to use on him and the maid smiled
mischievously as she went to fetch it. Ming reappeared with several
items. There was a stiff leather collar which held his head up
uncomfortably. Then came a single sleeve into which both his forearms
went, behind his back, before it was laced tight. Hilda made him walk
around the room that way, to everyone's approval. Then she put on ankle
hobbles, so that his next walk was much more difficult. Last came a nose
ring, the pointed ends of which clipped painfully into Tommy's septum.
He blinked back tears as Hilda took the fine chain attached and gave it a
slight tug to make sure the ring was nice and tight. At Sasha's
suggestion, the end of the chain was attached to the foot of a heavy
chair, so that he had to bend well over. His butt stuck out invitingly,
the snug shorts hugging its curves. He felt shamed and helpless. His
aunt made a joke about leaving him that way while she had workmen in to
do some repairs, saying that his pose gave good access to him, front and
back. He didn't want to think about the implications of that.
Sasha worked away merrily, making a permanent record of his distress and
vulnerability. This time no one had to tell him to look unhappy. Ming
got her feather duster and pretended to use it on his bottom, which made
the other women chuckle. Tommy felt a bit betrayed after the intimacy of
their shared punishment, but he was still learning that the rules in that
place could be confusing. Sometimes Ming seemed a slave to Aunt Hilda
and other times her partner in controlling him. Oh, how Tommy longed to
be dressed in flannel and denim, to hold a basketball or football (even
though he had never been any good at sports), and to hang with his
buddies (although most guys found him too wimpy). He saw himself asking
some girl out for a date (despite his dismal record in that department).
His male and female personas were growing ever further apart and that
alarmed him. His back was beginning to ache from the unnatural posture
and his nose hurt a lot. He bit his lower lip and tried to be brave.
Ming went and brought back two glasses of white wine for the ladies.
They conversed as Sasha completed the picture, exchanging ideas about how
else to pose Tommy.
They considered putting him into one of Ming's maid outfits. Or a super-
tight corset. Perhaps naked except for stockings and heels, posing in
the woods behind the house. But then Sasha asked if Hilda had any rubber
clothing. She said that a friend of hers named Jennifer had requested
that recently. Tommy's aunt smiled devilishly and, with cold authority,
ordered Ming to go to a special cabinet in Hilda's room and retrieve a
rubber bag that she would find there. Ming shivered with anticipation
and went sashaying off to do as told. She came back with the large bag,
holding its carrying strap, leaning slightly to one side to compensate
for its weight. Hilda lovingly unzipped the bag and began removing
items. The distinctive smell of rubber filled the air. Sasha watched
with avid interest. At Hilda's orders, Ming began to undress Tommy. He
was relieved to be freed from is bondage but concerned about what would
come next. When he was completely naked Sasha made a giggling comment,
saying that with his puny genitals he was better off as a girl. Then his
aunt personally began putting him into rubber. Standing there with his
cute hairstyle and made up face, his pink body hairless, he felt so on
display that he almost longed to be dressed, even in rubber. But when he
saw what she intended to put him into, he decided naked would be better.
Not that he had any choice.
First Hilda made him step into tiny rubber shorts. When he got them all
the way up they compressed his male parts uncomfortably. Then came thin
rubber stockings that clung to his legs. Those were followed by a top
that went on over his head and had no sleeves, so that his arms were held
tightly against his sides, with his hands poking out uselessly at the
bottom. After that was a hood that covered his hair (and would leave it
flattened) and only exposed the center of his face, so that his doll-like
make-up was emphasized. He had to wiggle-walk like that for them. Hilda
asked him how it felt and he admitted that he was scared by how
restricting it was, how it seemed to turn him into someone -- or
something -- else. Tommy hated hearing his high soft voice but it had
become almost impossible for him to cast it any lower or speak any
louder, so persuasive was his conditioning. Hilda said that she was
tempted to just turn him into a rubber slave or rubber maid for an
extended period. The thought of his ordeal being extended made him
shiver inside the increasingly warm rubber. By then Sasha was cheerfully
sketching him. She calmly ordered Tommy to adjust his posture, which
only added to his feelings of helplessness.
After the first picture was done, Hilda produced a cape from the bag and
draped it over his shoulders, fastening it snugly at his neck before she
raised its hood. That elicited more approving sounds from the others and
made Tommy even warmer. He had to move this way and that for Sasha
before she settled on having the nose ring re-attached and used to hitch
Tommy to a hanging light fixture, so that he had to stand on tip-toes and
keep his head tilted back and could only look at the ceiling. He was
very uncomfortable and either she took extra time on this page or it just
seemed that way to him. He was eager for her to finish so he could be
released. Instead, when she was at last done, they left him like that
while they chatted about one thing and another. Sasha mentioned that she
was going to do some 'sissy in prison' art for someone. She already had
someone to pose as the brutal convict and needed a small femmy male to
play the dominated cellboy. Tommy was stunned to hear his aunt say that
if Sasha didn't find anyone, she should call about her nephew's
availability. Sasha cautioned that her first model, a guy named Tank,
had a tendency to 'act out' the part he was playing. Instead of concern,
Hilda expressed amusement at the possibility of Tommy finding himself in
such a situation.
Then Hilda added to Tommy's rubber bondage, selecting a gag that had an
attached dildo to fill his mouth. It felt odd to have the artificial
male member pressing down on his tongue. She left him like that while
the three females exited the room for two hours. When they strolled back
in his legs were trembling and his neck ached. He was overheated and
sweaty inside the rubber outfit. At last Ming opened his nose ring and
let him take a few steps, which Tommy made sure to do in his usual hip
rolling manner, despite his soreness. Only then was he shown the
pictures for which he had modeled. He was staggered by their quality and
expressiveness. His emotions were written on his face. Despite his
cosmetics and dismay, it was plain to see it was him. Sasha really was
Superb. He stood before her, still nude, at last feeling cooler, and she
eyed him up and down, then peered carefully at her exquisite pictures.
Sasha said, "You know, to a certain type of stud -- like my friend Tank
for instance -- your nephew would be real catnip. I mean, this cutie is
a total butch magnet." Hilda laughed softly and agreed, "You're right.
And to remind him of it all the time, his name is now officially Catnip."
Hilda looked challengingly at Tommy and said, "Isn't that right...
Catnip?" He swallowed with difficulty, which wasn't just from being
somewhat dehydrated after his time in rubber, and said meekly, "Yes,
Ma'am. My new name is Catnip." Along with everything else she had taken
from him, Tommy's Aunt Hilda had now robbed him of his name. But he had
a feeling that worse was yet to come. His only consolations were his
budding relationship with Ming and the promise of his inheritence.
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