My Punishment Essay
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Compare and Contrast my black and white jumpsuits
1000 words.
My black and white jumpsuits are similar to one another, but each has its
own character and each makes me feel special in its own way. They are both
constructed from a knit bodice and loose, flowing pants, and both zip in the
back to the nape of my neck. Both have short sleeves, and the pant legs are
hang just above my ankles. One has a white top, and the other a black top.
The white one has black pants with a white floral print, and the black one
has black and white houndstooth check patterned pants. Of all of my
jumpsuits, I wear these with the most frequency. I have also had them the
longest.
In fact, the black jumpsuit was my first article of feminine outerwear. I
had been kept dressed in women's underwear for some time. Ellen (for whom
this is written) had enjoyed feminizing me and for my part, I enjoyed
playing the role. One morning, after waking up, showering, and tucking
myself into my panties and control top hose, tightening my waist cincher,
and stepping into my silken teddy - my standard underwear for the day - she
interrupted my dressing routine. Ellen liked to check up on me in this
state - she enjoyed seeing the flat, smooth, girlish front that I presented,
and enjoyed powdering me with a feminine scented body powder before dressing
in my normal outer clothes. She liked to tell me that I was her little
bitch, and frankly, that is how I felt, all dressed up.
It was on this one particular morning after powdering me with a soft puff
that she asked me to "put on what's hanging just inside the closet." I
opened the door, and there, on a padded hanger hanging on a hook on the back
of the door was the black jumpsuit. Taking the outfit from the hanger, I
unzipped the long zipper and bent down to put my legs into the suit.
Putting on a jumpsuit is unlike putting on both a pair of pants and a dress.
You can't slip it on over your head, and once you've pulled it up your legs,
it is still loose. If you are not used to it, it can feel odd putting your
arms through the sleeves in front of you and pulling the garment up close to
your body.
Once I had my arms through the sleeves, she made a couple of quick
adjustments at the shoulders and pulled the long zipper up the length of my
back. The fit of the jumpsuit was tight around my waist, and the bodice
stopped well above my navel. The pants flared out to full wide legs that
moved freely, almost, but not quite, like a long skirt when I moved. They
were ornamented in front with four buttons in a material that matched the
bodice - a thick, stretch knit with a sort of floral pattern. The bodice was
finished at the top with a modest scooped neckline, well above the tops of
my breasts but below the collarbones. Just the right sort of neckline to
display a chunky necklace or even a choker.
But the thing that hit me the most about wearing this outfit was that it
more or less completely covered me up from shoulders to ankles, but
displayed me in a way that I had never been displayed before. And there were
no pockets, and I couldn't reach my hands into the pants. What I felt was
akin to a loss of control, a mild panic. "Don't worry, you'll get used to
the jumpsuit, my little back-zipped bitch," she had said. And she was right
- I did get used to the billowy legs and the way the garment slipped over my
body when I bent down or sat. What choice did I have, because the very next
day, after getting my underwear on, Ellen showed me the white jumpsuit.
The white jumpsuit looked like it would feel the same as the black one, but
it wasn't at all alike. Where the black jumpsuit had a kind of sailor-ish
feel to it, the white jumpsuit was more light and airy and feminine in feel.
While it had the same sort of short knit bodice, the pants were gathered at
the waist rather than pleated, and felt fuller. A bow was tied in back at
the waist from two ties that connected to the sides of the waist. The
neckline for the white jumpsuit was lower, but still modestly above my
breasts. It was also maybe just a bit smaller than the black jumpsuit, even
though the black jumpsuit was more fitted. I felt my breasts in their
developing state were quite prominent in the white jumpsuit, whereas in the
more constructed black jumpsuit, they were given a degree of cover. Wearing
the white jumpsuit, for the first time ever, I felt like it would help to
wear a bra, if only for the sake of modesty.
Going about my day in these jumpsuits was a little frustrating. Bathroom
breaks had to be planned, and manipulating the back zipper proved to be
rather challenging. Of course, I couldn't go out and run any errands while
dressed this way. There is also something about being "placed" into a
jumpsuit that is not so much humbling as it is a feeling of being called out
and put on display. After all, that is one reason why prisoners wear them.
And that is how I felt in my black jumpsuit and on the next day in my white
jumpsuit - like a prisoner.
Wearing my black jumpsuit and my white jumpsuit, I feel totally emasculated
and controlled by Ellen. Being zipped up the back makes me feel like I am
ceding control over my person, and in a way, I am. The jumpsuit keeps me in
my elaborate, feminine underwear, and emphasizes my raised waist, bust, and
flat groin in a way that a dress or pants simply do not. For her part, I am
sure Ellen feels the same way. After going back and forth with the black
and white jumpsuits for a few weeks, a number of others turned up in my
wardrobe. Perhaps for another punishment assignment, I'll have to write
about those, but for now I have reached my 1000 word threshold and I am
going to stop this and go to sleep. Love,
your sweet, feminine, emasculated panty-GIRL,
Lola
Uma
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