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One Step At A Time (Part 2) free porn video
One step at a time
[This story will probably make more sense if you read part 1 first. The
whole idea is written around and inspired by a pair of panties I saw on
a Web site
http://www.frillychantilly.co.uk/index.php?route=product/
product&product_id=82 ]
Step 4
"I'm waiting," she said.
David went to reach out for the pink taffeta dress but she pulled it
back towards her.
"Silly boy - you can't wear this over your own clothes, you'll need to
undress first."
He looked confused, and then embarrassed, but the harsh look on her face
removed any doubts in his mind. He slowly began to remove the shirt he
wore, slipped off his shoes and then unbuckled his belt to remove his
trousers. He stood before her now dressed in just his socks and a pair
of boxer shorts.
"I don't know why I have to undress just to try the dress on," he
moaned.
"It won't sit right over other clothes and if the dress doesn't sit
right then any adjustments might be wrong," she explained, "and I want
it to be a good fit."
Deborah wondered if it was too soon to make the move to female lingerie.
Maybe next time she thought, for now she would let him get away with
keeping his boxer shorts on. She unzipped the back of the dress and held
it out for her new boy to step into. David stepped gingerly into the
dress and stood very still as she slid the rustling garment up his body.
The taffeta fabric felt strange against his skin and it was so noisy to
wear, even the slightest movement and the dress rustled and crackled.
"Put your arms in," she commanded.
He slipped his arms into the short sleeves of the dress and felt the
garment tighten around him as the zip was closed. The short sleeves were
very full, edged with a delicate lace frill. The dress had a high
starched collar that wrapped closely around his neck. The collar also
had a lace frill at the edge that sat just under his chin. The bodice of
the dress clung to his body. The skirt was very full and very short, so
short in fact that he had to stand still for it to cover his boxer
shorts. Deborah stood back to get a better look.
"Turn around," she instructed. "And again."
Self-consciously he turned around as he had been told and tried not to
think too much about how he might look in this incredibly girly dress he
now wore. The next hour dragged by as she fussed over the dress,
fluffing out the skirt, adjusting the frills on the sleeves and making
notes of minor changes that she felt were needed.
"That will do for now but I'll need you back here tomorrow evening to
finish the alterations - is that understood?"
"Yes," David replied, "I'll be here."
"Good boy, now run downstairs and get a bottle of wine out the fridge
and a glass and bring them back here."
He went to try and remove the pink taffeta dress.
"What do you think you're doing?" she snapped.
"I was just going to....." he started to explain but Deborah cut him off.
"Keep the dress on - now run along."
He walked down the stairs feeling the skirt swirling around his thighs
as he moved. Never having worn a dress before he was surprised at just
how open and exposed he felt. He was also acutely aware of how noisy the
taffeta was as he moved, even the smallest movement sending the material
into a barrage of rustling. As he walked he tried he tried to hold down
the abbreviated hem of the skirt. In the kitchen he retrieved a bottle
of wine and took a glass from one of the shelves on the wall. He re-
traced his steps, unable to hold down the skirt this time as he held the
glass and the bottle. He walked back into the upstairs room.
"Put them down here," Deborah commanded.
He placed the items on the table indicated and then tried to reach once
more for the zip of the dress.
"Did I say take the dress off?" she asked. "Just stand there quietly in
case I need anything else."
She kept David standing in the dress for another hour. It was all part
of the process of gradual training. She had been worried that he might
refuse to put the dress on as that crossed an important line for most
males. But like a good little boy he had done as he was told. It was
important to keep him in the dress for a while as she needed him to
start down the long track of seeing that wearing dresses was normal for
him. With hindsight she felt she had been right not to insist on him
wearing lingerie today - too much soon she believed. His lack of a
strong negative reaction to putting on the dress, and also keeping it
on, was an encouraging sign. Tomorrow would perhaps be more of a test.
Step 5
David let himself into his house and put down his work bag. It had been
a long day at the office and his mind had been going over the events of
the previous evening. He still felt somewhat confused at the mixture of
emotions he had experienced at wearing a dress. On the one had it was
pretty straightforward, part of his brain was simply screaming out that
it was wrong. But a part of him, after the initial shock, had actually
enjoyed the feel of the taffeta against his skin. He also found the pale
pink colour pleasing. He was unsure however what it all meant.
He glanced at the clock, very aware that he another meeting with Deborah
later that evening so that she could finish working on the dress. He
checked his nail polish and he was relieved to see that it didn't need
touching up. His mobile phone buzzed indicating that he had a text
message. It was from Deborah and contained just a single word - now!
He hurried next door and knocked gently on the door. The door opened and
Deborah simply pointed towards the stairs. He climbed the stairs and
walked into the room where had modelled the dress the day before. The
pink dress was hanging on the door of the wardrobe all ready for him.
Without even being asked he started to undress until he was once more
just wearing his boxer shorts. She entered the room.
"I want to make sure that the dress isn't made dirty so I want you to
take a shower in the room across the landing. In the shower you will see
a pale blue bottle containing shower gel. Wash yourself thoroughly all
over and then dry yourself and come back in here - and be quick!"
Meekly David left the room and headed for the shower room. Inside the
room was decorated all in pink, even the towels were pink. He stepped
into the shower cubicle and turned on the water. He spotted the bottle
of shower gel and unscrewed the top. Immediately he could smell the
strong floral scent of the gel. He checked around for another bottle but
this was the only one that he could see. Reluctantly he began to apply
the gel all over his body and wash himself thoroughly. Aware of
Deborah's instruction to hurry up he worked quickly to clean his body
and then stepped out of the cubicle. He picked one of the soft pink
towels folded on the rail and dried himself.
Satisfied he was dry he went to put on his boxer shorts again but was
surprised to see that they had gone. He double-checked but they had
definitely been removed while he was in the shower. He wrapped the towel
around his waist and walked back into the other room.
"My boxer shorts have gone," he complained.
"Yes I know. Well it's silly to be all nice and clean and then put dirty
underwear back on isn't it" she replied, "Now be a good boy and put
these on."
She handed him a pair of pink satin panties that were covered with
layers of delicate lace frills. David looked in horror at the
delightfully girly panties.
"Is there a problem?" she demanded.
He hesitated and then took the frilly knickers from her hand. He turned
to leave the room.
"Where do you think you're going? Put them on here," she said.
With blushing cheeks he dropped the towel and then stepped hurriedly
into the panties. The ruffles all over the knickers rustled as he
slipped them up his legs. She walked over to inspect the result. She had
her hand over the lace ruffles fluffing them out.
"That's much better. Now I have finished working on the fit of the dress
and the bodice is a much nicer shape. But this does mean that you might
struggle to get into it so you'll need to put this on as well."
She reached into the wardrobe and brought out a pink satin corset.
"Hold still."
She wrapped the corset around his body, and slipped the satin straps
over his shoulders.
"Pull in your stomach," she instructed.
He pulled in his stomach and then felt the corset tighten even more
around him as Deborah pulled the strong laces at the back of the corset.
"Pull in further," she repeated.
She pulled very firmly on the laces and tightened the corset even more.
"That's enough for today but we'll need to work on that to get your
waist down further. Now, let's try the dress again."
Once more David found himself stepping into the pink taffeta dress. The
dress slid easily over the satin of the corset and sat nicely over his
newly-controlled figure. She spent a few moments fluffing out all of the
lace ruffles on the dress and arranging the multi-layered short skirt.
Then she walked slowly around him inspecting the results of her
handiwork.
"A perfect fit," she announced with a smile on her lips.
"Now, go downstairs into the kitchen and you will find a sink full of
washing up that needs taking care of. There is a white apron hanging on
the back of the kitchen door. I want to protect the dress so put that on
as well."
He left the room and walked slowly down the stairs. The constrictions of
the corset made it difficult to move quickly and he found that he had to
take much smaller breaths than normal. Once again he felt the short
skirt swirling around his legs as he walked and the air was filled with
the rustling of the taffeta and the rustling of the lace frills on his
new panties.
In the kitchen he found the white apron Deborah had mentioned. It was
made of white latex and had a deep frill all around the edge. He put the
apron on over his pink dress and tied the strings together to hold it in
place. He walked over to the sink and began to run the hot tap so he
could begin washing all of the dirty crockery and other utensils.
Upstairs Deborah congratulated herself on another successful step in the
process. She had been expecting more resistance when he was presented
with the panties but he had obediently slipped them on with hardly a
word of protest. She was surprised that he hadn't realised yet that the
dress for him. Maybe this process might actually be easier than she had
originally thought. She heard footsteps on the stairs and looked up to
see David entering the room.
"Have you finished?" she asked.
"Yes I have," he quietly replied, "if the dress is finished can I take
it off now?"
She walked over to him and helped him to remove the dress and she also
unlaced the corset and took that off him as well. David went to take off
the little frilly knickers but she stopped him.
"No, I want you to wear the panties all the time."
"All the time?" he asked.
"Why, don't you like them?" she asked.
"Well, I suppose, erm yes I do," he replied blushing furiously.
"There you are then so keep your panties on and I expect you to be
wearing them at all times and I will be checking. Is that understood?"
David nodded silently.
"Good boy. Now you can get dressed and I will let you go for this
evening."
He dressed quickly to cover the frilly panties and said goodnight and
left. Once he was back in his own house he disappeared upstairs as he
wanted to remove the panties. He removed his male clothes and stood in
his bedroom in just the knickers. He opened the door of his wardrobe so
that he could see himself in the large mirror on the back of the door.
He turned to the left and to the right to get a proper full view. He
found himself running his hands over the layers of lace ruffles. As
Deborah had done earlier he used his hands to fluff out the lace ruffles
and enjoyed the sensation as they slipped through his fingers. Maybe he
would leave them on for now. In fact, he thought, I think I'll sleep in
them - just for tonight.
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