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A Bully's Comeuppance: Part Seven - Through The Looking Glass free porn video
Dear readers,
I'm sorry I haven't been around these past few months. Various work,
stress and family related issues have been causing all kinds of trouble
in my life and as such I unfortunately withdrew from the community here
on Fictionmania and on Tumblr as well. I burnt out on this story and
didn't want to force out a sub-par continuation for the sake of
completion.
That said, I'm very pleased to announce that things are looking better
for the future and I'm starting to get my life back on track! Thank you
so much to all of you for being so patient and sending me such lovely
reviews and comments whilst I've been away - it means a lot! I hope to
continue to provide high quality stories and regular updates.
The problem is of course that by withdrawing and leaving my readers
waiting on a cliff-hanger I have been a very naughty sissy! So I am
taking all suggestions as to what my punishment should be and will select
the best ideas from my wonderfully imaginative and equally naughty
readers to share with you! ;)
Hope you're all doing wonderfully and I'm so happy to be back with you!
Lots of love
Laura xxx
"No, no, no!" I stated firmly as Abbie pouted up at me, arms wrapped
around my waist.
"But you say that every year!" she moaned.
"That's because I'm really not comfortable with the idea!" I replied,
trying to squirm free from her grasp and continue stirring the pasta. "I
wouldn't ask you to dress up as something you didn't want to, would I?"
"Oh, you mean you wouldn't ask me to dress up as a schoolgirl or a
naughty nurse to act out bedroom fantasies, would you?" I felt myself
beginning to blush. It was warm enough in the kitchen already without
providing a glow of my own. "You wouldn't beg me to wear nothing but a
frilly apron and sashay around the house as your maid?" Abbie breathed
heavily, fixing me with a sultry gaze and pushing her plump breasts
against me so my cock strained inside my chastity device.
"You enjoyed those! And it was you who suggested the maid one anyway!" I
wailed.
"Was it now?" she smouldered, licking her juicy red lips.
"Yes!" I groaned exasperatedly.
"Well, maybe it was," she grinned, flashing me a wink and loosening her
grip around me so she could hop up and perch her delightfully pert bottom
on the countertop, long slender legs dangling playfully off the floor,
"but you can't deny it was more your treat than mine."
"Well, maybe," I conceded, turning the hob down, "but this chastity thing
is all yours."
"But you enjoy it!" Abbie pouted teasingly, and I smiled and kissed her
on the lips.
"Most of the time," I chuckled.
"How about this then?" Abbie grinned devilishly. "If you promise to give
me free reign to pick our Halloween outfits and dress you up for the
party on Friday, I will let you choose anything you want to do as
repayment - sound fair?"
I hated to admit it, but this seemed an excellent deal. 'I could use this
as leverage to get out of my chastity device for a while' was the first
thought that came to mind, but I quickly brushed it away. I wasn't going
to have it on forever and I could bear it in exchange for something more
important or lasting. My head swirled with possible ideas and
'repayments', each more exciting and enticing than the last. My stomach
began to gurgle with hunger.
"Do I need to decide what my reward is now?" I asked in an attempt to
seem interested but not overly keen.
"Nope!" Smiled Abbie, knowing she had almost won me over. That said, what
she was asking was no small order. She'd tried year after year to try and
get me to agree to what she called 'the best idea for Halloween costumes
ever' and I'd always refused, but the more I thought about it the more
this open offer of apparently limitless compensation was finally winning
me over. I certainly wasn't looking forward to it, but perhaps being in
chastity for a while had taught me to suffer short term discomfort and
indignity for long term reward. Maybe it was the promise of acting on
some of the taboo and shamefully arousing thoughts that flitted across my
mind that convinced me. Whatever it was, I agreed to Abbie's deal.
"Yes!" she beamed, jumping off the countertop and enveloping me in a
warm, excited hug. "Thank you so much sweetie, I've been looking forward
to this for so long!"
"No worries." I smiled absent-mindedly, kissing the top of her head. As I
drained the pasta in the sink and divvied it up between our two plates
Abbie's eyes gleamed through the steam.
"I can't wait to see you in drag!"
*
Around two months had passed since I'd accepted the job at King Studios
and I would have been lying if I said they hadn't been the best two
months of my life. My standard day would involve a lovely lie in watching
Abbie skip about naked getting ready for work, then once she'd set off
getting ready myself to leisurely stroll in to work around 10am where I
would be greeted by the team for the day. Everyone working at King
Studios was wonderfully friendly and always seemed genuinely pleased to
see me, which when compared with my past jobs was a vast difference. I'd
set up in my office and get to work editing and compiling the shoots from
yesterday whilst others began assembling the set for the day, the actors
arrived and went to hair and make-up, and the film team calibrated their
equipment.
Depending on how busy I was I would sometimes stroll down to watch the
shoots going on that day, though often the resulting tension in my
chastity device would force me back up to my office. Marcus wasn't
present every day as he was busy building his business empire and
improving his restaurant, though when he did he always made sure to drop
by my office and have a good chat. I found myself eagerly awaiting his
every visit and making sure I had my desk clear before he was due in so I
could devote my full attention to him. I was aware of my growing
infatuation with him but tried to push it to the back of my mind and
convince myself we were just good friends. We got into the habit of
heading to the Black Bull every Friday after work for food and drinks and
Abbie would swing by after she finished work too to join us. Fridays were
always my favourite day of the week.
That said, Abbie hadn't let up with the pregnancy drive either so each
weeknight featured a thoroughly pleasurable marathon of sex before
bedtime. My sex drive, which had been flagging, was now stronger than
ever - fuelled by my sex-filled work environment and suppressed desires
for Marcus and his big black cock. Despite all our best efforts however,
it had now been five months of furious attempts to conceive and Abbie was
no closer to getting pregnant.
*
"Open your eyes!" Abbie giggled and I opened them, blinking. In all
honesty, it could have been a lot worse. When Abbie had suggested the
idea of me going in drag to this year's Halloween party my mind had
thrown up visions of drag queens and Brazilian carnivals, all heavy make-
up and glitter. What was laid out before me on the bed wasn't half as
bad, though I still felt my heart drop a little when I saw it. It was a
pale blue dress with a frilly white apron, a black headband with a large
satin bow on top and black high heels rested on the floor next to it.
"It's Alice in Wonderland!" she beamed, "and you get to be Alice!" Alice
in Wonderland was one of Abbie's favourite films of all time, and I
couldn't help but feel she'd picked it to make it even harder for me to
back out without feeling massively guilty. I was in a good mood though,
and the thoughts of future repayment for this powered me onwards.
"It's certainly not the worst you could have done to me!" I chuckled and
tussled her hair. Abbie seemed to breathe a silent sigh of relief at my
reaction, and I knew I'd gauged it right. "So who are you going as?" I
asked. Abbie was wearing her fluffy pink housecoat at the moment, and she
smiled and skipped over to the wardrobe, pulling open the doors.
"I'm going to be the Mad Hatter!" She grinned, reaching up on tip-toes
and lifting down a large and bizarre looking hat which she plonked on her
head proudly. "The children at the nursery helped make the hat, didn't
they do a good job of it?!" She smiled. I nodded.
"It certainly looks like the one out of the film," I agreed, noticing the
10/6 label sticking up from the brim. Abbie looked like she might explode
with happiness and excitement. I loved Christmas, but Halloween had
always been Abbie's favourite holiday. It was her who organised the party
every year for the staff at her nursery, and she always created the best
costumes. Last year we'd gone as Jack Skellington and Sally from the
Nightmare before Christmas and everyone there had commented on how good
our outfits had been. I got the feeling people would be even more vocal
about our outfits this year, but pushed this thought away and persevered.
Let them laugh if they wanted to, I didn't care as long as Abbie was
happy. And you're getting something out of it in return, my treasonous
brain interjected.
"Anyway!" clapped Abbie, taking off the hat and setting it on the bed
next to my dress. "Strip down, mister!" I stepped out of my clothes and
folded them up neatly on the side table. "Boxers too!" Abbie grinned, and
as I looked towards her she brandished a pair of white frilly panties and
wiggled them at me. I began to open my mouth in protest but Abbie raised
an eyebrow in a very teacher-like manner and I closed it again.
"Okay, pass them over," I said, motioning towards the panties in her
hands.
"Ah, not so quick!" Abbie smiled, raising a finger. "Turn around, we're
going to the bathroom first!" I gave her a quizzical look and tilted my
head in confusion. "Look at your legs!" Abbie explained, pointing towards
my thighs, "and under your arms." I looked under my arms, still none the
wiser as to what she was getting at. "Do you think Alice has hairy legs
and armpits? Besides, your chest is well overdue a waxing and we might as
well do it all at the same time!" It suddenly dawned on me what Abbie was
planning. Once again I began to open my mouth to complain, but thought
better of it and caught myself this time before she had to raise her
eyebrow again.
I was used to getting my chest waxed, and whilst it always stung a little
Abbie and I had refined the process and soon my chest was hairless again,
her hands dancing over my smooth skin rubbing in moisturiser and giving
my nipples a playful tickle. The armpit waxing was awkward and acutely
painful but mercifully short. I wish I could have said the same for the
legs.
"Ow!" I yelled again as Abbie twisted herself around my legs trying to
find a better angle.
"Oh, shush," she said, ripping off another strip and making me wince. "I
do this every week and you don't see me crying, you big baby."
"Yes, but when you wax your legs you're not pulling off as much hair,
plus when you do it yourself you know exactly when to - OW - prepare
yourself for the pain," I whimpered, but it fell on deaf ears.
"We're almost done now anyway," Abbie hummed contentedly to herself,
smoothing out another strip down my calf before yanking it off with
gusto. I fought back tears in my eyes and took a deep breath. "All done!"
Abbie giggled. "Quick, stand up, stand up! Get your panties on and then
come towards the light, let me see!" I slipped my feet into the panties
and pulled them up my legs, the soft fabric caressing my smooth skin and
making me blush until they came to rest against the pink plastic of my
chastity cage. I stepped towards the mirror, the panties tickling me and
arousing me with each step, and at myself, Abbie dancing around me eyes
sparkling and mouth wide, marvelling at her handiwork. It was certainly a
change. I only had very fair hair on my legs and under my arms before,
but I didn't realise how much of a difference it made until it was gone.
I ran my hands down my chest and stroked my legs, which were silky smooth
and looked like - well, looked like a woman's. I caught sight of Abbie
grinning at my expression as I took in my hairless appearance, and
realised my jaw had dropped open. I shut it quickly.
"If you think you look feminine now sweetie, wait until I've done your
hair and makeup!" Abbie laughed.
"Hair?!" I asked, snapping out of my trance. "What are you going to do to
my hair?"
"Oh, relax!" Abbie tutted, reaching under the bed and pulling out her
curling tongs and hairspray. "I'm just going to give it a bit of shape
and volume, just like I do my hair, okay?" she smiled, directing me over
to the edge of the bed where I sat dutifully. As Abbie fussed back and
forth, squirting fragrant hairspray over me and twisting my hair this way
and that, I found myself transfixed by her beautifully bouncy breasts
jiggling in front of me at eye level. Playfully, I ran my hand up the
inside of her housecoat and tried to brush against a nipple.
"Behave!" sighed Abbie, twisting away from me and continuing to
concentrate on my hair undistracted. "Do you want me to jump or slip and
burn you?" I made a face and went back to daydreaming whilst staring at
her breasts. Halfway through an image of Marcus' cock plowing back and
forth between them flared up into my mind and I came to with a jolt.
"What's wrong, did I burn you?!" yelped Abbie.
"No, it's okay!" I quickly replied. "Think you just caught a knot," I
lied.
"Oh, thank goodness for that," she sighed, putting one last twist in my
fringe. "All done!" I turned to look at myself in the mirror and Abbie
stepped back to look at my reaction. As I've said before I quite like my
hair, and I quite like it shoulder length, but I've never really cared
too much about the finer points of style. All that had changed however,
as my dirty blonde hair had been primped and preened more in the past ten
minutes than it had all last year. It shined more than I'd ever realised
it could, and where before it had stuck all over the place and slumped
over my shoulders now it was neat and pristine, and - what was the word?
- tumbled down in waves and ringlets over my shoulders. There was no
doubt the effect was very impressive, and undecidedly feminine.
"I look more like Goldilocks," I concluded.
"I know, isn't it excellent?!" beamed Abbie, posing victoriously in the
mirror with the curlers. "I didn't want to just straighten your hair,
which would be boring, so I settled on this sort of effect. I'm very
pleased with how it turned out, aren't you?!"
"Don't you need to start getting ready soon?" I asked, glancing over at
the bedside clock which read 8:17. "The party starts at 9 and I know you
always like to get there early to make sure it's all organised."
"Oh, don't worry!" said Abbie, putting her curling tongs down to cool off
and gathering a selection of makeup bits and bobs from around the room.
"I've not had a chance to set that clock back yet, we've got another hour
on top of that!" I nodded silently. Abbie marshalled me back onto the
bed, and as I sat down again I was acutely aware of how sensitive my
waxed legs felt against the soft fabric of the duvet. "Right, make up!"
Abbie smiled. I gave her a half-hearted one in return.
*
After what seemed like an eternity Abbie finished her handiwork and
placed the cap back on the lipstick she had just neatly applied to my
lips. She gave a deep, satisfied breath and her eyes sparkled and
glimmered with excitement.
"Right, no peeking yet!" she quickly yelled as I turned my stiff neck to
look at the result in the mirror. "Let's get you into your costume, then
I'll let you look!" she smiled, rushing round the bed with me in tow to
grab the dress off of the bed. "Hmm, maybe I should have got you into
this first and then done your hair and makeup, I don't want to spoil them
by trying to squeeze you into this..." She trailed off, eyeing me up. "Oh
no wait, there's a zip at the back!" Abbie smiled, and with a swift
movement unzipped the back of the dress and held it out to me. "Step in!"
she beamed, and I took one ginger step followed by another into the soft
fabric. I discovered there was an inner layer to the dress as well, a
thin white petticoat that tickled my legs as Abbie slid it up them. "Arms
through," she muttered to herself and I slid one arm, then the other
through the sleeves. Abbie circled behind me and pulled the dress up as
far as it would go as I jostled my shoulders to get it comfortable. The
cool air on my hairless legs made me acutely aware the hem was very
short, and didn't even make it down to my knees.
"Are you sure this is the right size?" I asked uncomfortably,
straightening the frilly apron at the front of the dress.
"Well as long as it fits up top, you know how everything for women on
Halloween is 'sexy', and sexy means short and revealing," Abbie huffed to
herself as she zipped up the dress. "Here's your hairband as well," she
said passing me the black band with an impressive bow which I slotted
into my voluminous hair. "Okay, if you want to sit down on the bed I'll
slip your heels on," winked Abbie, undoing the straps on the shiny black
high heels on the floor. I sat down and the hem of the dress ascended
even higher up and I began to worry that my panties would be visible from
this position. I tried to push my legs together but the hard plastic of
the chastity device pressed against my soft thighs and prevented me from
hiding my shame.
"Um, Abbie," I began as she slipped my right foot into a shoe, pressing
the cushioned sole up against my heel, but she interrupted me.
"Try crossing your legs instead, and keeping your hands resting in your
lap as opposed to crossed like you've got them," she smiled, looking up
at me as she strapped the buckle on the shoe tight. "It'll make it look
like you're less defensive and nervous as well." I decided to try this
and swung my right leg over my left. It did feel more comfortable, I had
to admit.
"Thank you love," I smiled as Abbie finished putting my other shoe on.
"You're welcome sweetie," she beamed, and offered her hands to help me up
off the bed. "Now be careful, they're 4 inch heels so they might be tough
to walk in. I tried to get shorter ones but couldn't find any of mine
that would fit you and it's too expensive to buy new ones. Just let me
support you for now whilst we look in the mirror. I can't wait to see
what you think, I'm so pleased with how you look! Are you excited
sweetie?!" I nodded dumbly, breath held and heart racing. How bad was it
going to be? How much was I going to get mocked at the party for this?
Were pictures of me going to be circulating for months? I started to
panic and my mind filled with the urge to run away, to back out of this,
to jump out of my body and go and hide. Nothing could have prepared me
for what I saw when I stepped out in front of the mirror.
I looked at myself and saw a girl staring back. Not just a guy dressed up
in a girl's costume; some poor mockery of a girl - but a living,
breathing, completely natural looking girl. I gasped and watched as the
girl in the mirror raised a delicate hand to her shimmery pink lips,
chest heaving with short, shallow breaths. I was lost for words, mind
blank, dumbstruck by how feminine and gorgeous this girl looked. Out the
corner of my eye I saw Abbie gazing at the girl in the mirror looking
almost as enamoured as I was, both of us standing in silence, transfixed
by the dazzling beauty in front of our eyes. I didn't know what to say.
Thankfully, the girl in the mirror did.
"I'm beautiful."
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