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Not What I Wanted
By
Stefanie Flowers
CHAPTER 2 - FAIRY TALES
A change in circumstance
I had stupidly been trapped in chastity by my girlfriend Katy. She had
even forced me to wear feminine lingerie while I serviced her sex with my
tongue. Not only was I kept in a locked chastity device but she had
photographs with which to blackmail me if I did not behave. After
rebelling against my situation we had come to an agreement that would
lead to my release and an end to our relationship.
Katy had said "If you come with me this Friday to the BDSM club as my
submissive then I'll release you Saturday morning."
I could only imagine what that would entail; certainly public
humiliation. So far all of my humiliating ordeals had been in private.
"What's the catch?" I asked. "I'm sure there is one."
"Oh you are just going to love this. It's 'She-male Fairy' night."
I swallowed hard. It was worse than I had imagined. However, one night of
humiliation would be worth it if I regained my freedom. However, Katy had
already trapped me into chastity and then cross-dressing for her sexual
pleasure. I didn't want to be tricked into something even more depraved.
"I don't entirely trust you! I need some form of guarantee that you'll
keep to your word. Give me the chastity key and all of those photo's now
and I promise to go out with you in whatever costume you like."
"Well if you don't trust me why should I trust you?" she countered. She
had a point. Given the opportunity to escape I would feel no guilt at
breaking my word.
Then, after pausing in thought, I saw her eyes light up with a
mischievous glint.
"I know," she said excitedly, "let's draw up a legally binding contract.
I'll give the key and photos to an independent party for safe keeping
until after the BDSM event."
That seemed a reasonable compromise. "Alright, I accept" I hastily agreed
hoping that there would be no other conditions.
"Good" she responded. "But since I'm angry that you don't trust me I have
an extra condition for you to meet. On Saturday morning, in front of an
independent witness, you must prove yourself worthy of being a man."
"What do you mean, I am a man?" I angrily replied.
"You must demonstrate that you are truly a man deserving of his freedom."
"In what way?"
"How can you be so stupid! By having an erection, of course!"
"And what if I can't?"
"Well, the penalty must be something worthwhile to me," she mused. "I
know, if you fail then you remain locked in chastity and dressed as a
woman until I decide otherwise."
So that's her game! She wants to trick me into a legal obligation to be a
full time chastised sissy. Does she think I am that stupid? How could I
avoid this trap and still gain my freedom? I could, of course, have the
chastity device removed by a locksmith. It would be degrading having
another man see me imprisoned so but no more humiliating than having a
lawyer witness me performing masturbation to get an erection. After
thinking some more I sadly realized that Katy would still be able to
blackmail me with those embarrassing photo's. Seeing no other way out of
my dilemma, I reluctantly agreed to her extra conditions and signed the
contract. Yes, that was stupid of me. Now my chastity was a legally
enforceable act and if I failed the test, it could be so for a long, long
time. Not only that but I would also have to live 24/7 dressed as a
woman. However, my ego made me certain of one thing. I would have no
problem passing the test!
Dressing the Part
That Friday Katy dressed in a leather dominatrix outfit replete with
tight fitting corset, high heels and open mesh stockings. She even
wielded a short hand held whip that hooked onto her wrist. She looked
fantastic with her boobs compressed to the point of bursting out of the
corsets tight restraint. Just the sight of her breasts was painful for it
made me want to burst out of my chastity constraint. This was a re-
assuring demonstration of my ability to pass tomorrow's test. I had done
the right thing by signing the contract, for tomorrow I would be free.
For now, however, I had to accompany Katy to the BDSM club as her very
own she-male fairy.
I tried to talk her out of the fairy costume. I could go as her sub
without all of the feminine trappings.
She replied, "But that's the whole point. I want you to get in touch with
your feminine side."
"I don't have a feminine side," I testily replied.
"Don't forget you signed a contract and I'm holding you to it," replied
Katy.
"Alright, alright I'll do it," I acquiesced being afraid of the
consequences of reneging on the contract.
The whole ensemble was ludicrous and completely over the top; lots of
pink satin and ruffles. First I was told to use the Nair and remove all
body hair below my neck. After showering and drying Katy then helped me
to get into costume. First a pair of white open crotch tights. They had
a high shine and some kind of glitter built into them. A pink satin
ribbon tied around my penis served to highlight my chastised status. Then
Katy wrapped me in a full length satin corset and tightly laced my waist
down to nothing. I had never experienced a corset before and found it
very hard to breath. I quickly learned to take shallow breaths and,
having no other choice, kept my back straight and upright. Some strategic
padding even gave me the appearance of having small but real breasts.
Large gossamer fairy wings were attached to the back of the corset. Laced
with LED fairy lights they glittered and fluttered like real wings. The
tutu skirt was also equipped with sparkling LED lights. Perching on a
stool, Katy helped me to put on fetish ballet shoes; the kind having very
high built in heels that makes one stand on-point. It was painful to even
attempt to stand but Katy got me up and had me practice taking small six
inch steps until I no longer stumbled. Taking pity on me I was given a
few pills to take away the pain in my feet. After that, sparkling crystal
encrusted bracelets and anklets were locked in place, my arms being
anchored to d-rings embedded into the corsets waistline. Not being able
to move my arms I could not resist as Katy first put make-up on my face
and then stuck a shoulder length strawberry blonde wig to my head. I did
not look like a real woman but more like a sissy she-male. Finally she
tightened a posture collar around my neck. It had a built-in ring gag
which Katy promptly inserted into my mouth. I felt really stupid dressed
like I was, a constrained sissy fairy. My situation only seemed to be
getting progressively worse.
Apparently satisfied that I was now ready for the event, Katy attached a
leash to my collar and led me out of the house into her white Mercedes
convertible . There I sat on the front seat as she took a long, tortuous
route through downtown to the BDSM club. Passing cars honked their horns
and pedestrians waved and hooted at me. Obviously Katy was having fun
putting me on public display. Once at the club, we had to patiently wait
in line to gain entry. I closed my eyes pretending not to be dressed thus
on public display. Having no panties there was nothing to hide my
chastised genitals. Katy was looking very excited and obviously loving
the experience of displaying me on a leash. She chatted away with other
dominant's in the line while I just stood quietly seething at my
predicament. Slowly I calmed down as I looked about realizing that no one
really seemed to care about me or my garb. There were many similarly
outfitted she-male fairies. I was just one of many.
As we approached the entrance, Katy popped a few more pills into my open
o-ringed mouth. Not trusting her, I tried to push them out but was not
deft enough with my tongue. God knows what they were for! The pills
slowly dissolved in my saliva. Finally we arrived at the entrance. It was
guarded by bouncers and staffed by a very attractive looking female
employee working the entrance kiosk. She too was dressed per the night's
theme as a fairy but obviously not a she-male!
"She yours? Isn't she just adorable," said the fairy ticket seller
looking at me. "I just love the satin bow; It show's her thingy off to
perfection. She looks so good that you should take advantage of tonight's
special."
"What's that," enquired Katy.
"Entry is free if you sign your sub up to be in the 'She-Male Fairy
Queen' contest. Your fairy will participate in the night's entertainment,
and then have an opportunity to win a valuable prize."
"Sounds interesting," said Katy. "What's involved?"
"Well, she'll just have to dance and fly a bit. It's completely safe
because the fairies are outfitted in special harnesses and hang from
wires."
"She's not much of a dancer," said Katy dubiously.
"Oh, no worry, she'll be wonderful. Wires will turn her into the perfect
dancer. A nuero-control stud attached to her neck will turn her into a
sort of dancing marionette."
Katy loved the idea of me becoming a dancing fairy, better still, one
pulled by strings. Katy did not know what a nuero-control stud was, but I
did. I had read in the news that this technology was used to control
violent criminals by taking away their ability to move freely.
Flights of Fancy
"Yes! I'll sign her up," agreed Katy.
Giving me the name of Stefanie, she signed the consent form and
relinquished my leash to an attendant. I hadn't agreed to being a
contestant but being gagged I had no say in the matter. I was led off to
be prepared for the show.
The first thing they did was cement a little dime sized disc to the back
of my neck. Once every fairy had been thus outfitted we were told to
enter a large changing room to be prepared for the contest. It had a
common shower area strangely equipped with a waist high horizontal bar
above which was a piping manifold to which were attached many tubes. It
reminded me of a cow shed equipped for automated milking. We were told to
bend over the waist high horizontal bar with our legs spread wide.
Having complied, our anklets and bracelets were used to restrain us in
place; our bottoms on display facing upwards. In turn, each fairy had one
of the dangling tubes inserted into her backside. With the flick of a
switch the noise of a pump started. Fluid filled the tubes to pass into
our colons. Being a tight fit, the tubes stayed in place and did not leak
as our colons filled with fluid and we became uncomfortably full. Another
switch was flipped and we could feel our colons deflate and empty. This
was repeated two more times until we had been well and truly cleaned out.
Why were they giving us enema's? It was done in such a casual and
impersonal way that we may as well have been cows being milked. None of
this preparation boded well for us fairies.
After removing the tubes and a quick ass wipe, we were led to the
promised body harnesses for facilitating our aerial dance routine. The
harness was almost invisible; being a body cage made from very thin but
strong steel wires. Welded to it's base was a long hollow metal tube
pointing upwards into the cage. The cage was hinged at the base allowing
it to open for easy installation on the wearer. I thought the enema had
been a terrible experience but, to my horror I realized why we had
received them and where the tube was going to go. I was the first to be
outfitted. A man came up behind me and pushed the greased tube all of the
way into me. Then the harness was closed shut around my body. He
proceeded down the line until every fairy had been equipped in her
harness. We were then led out onto the club's stage. It was
uncomfortable walking with a long rod stuck up the ass but by now all of
us fairies were resigned to the ordeal. Hidden from the customers by a
stage curtain we all took our turn to be attached to wires lowered from
above. Besides our harnesses, each limb was connected to a wire. Raised
on these invisible wires we were to 'fly' above the stage. A sparkling
wand was attached to my hand and I was raised into the air with all of
the other flying fairies. The curtain was drawn open and there we hung in
the dark out of view. I saw Katy get a table right up front close to the
stage. Once all of the guests were seated with a drink, a Compere
ascended the stage to polite applause.
"Good Evening Dom's and Subs. As you all know tonight's theme is She-male
Fairies. I see many delightful fairy costumes in the audience tonight.
Many Dom's have been generous enough to volunteer their fairies to
participate in tonight's entertainment and vie for the title of 'She-Male
Fairy Queen'. For her efforts, the lucky winner will receive a valuable
prize. I see you all impatient to begin, so without further ado, please
welcome the contestants in our opening presentation, 'Dance of the She-
Male Fairies'."
I felt a tingle in my neck as I suddenly felt my limbs go limp and I was
trapped in my own body. I was essentially paralyzed; able to feel but not
move my limbs. The wires were now in full control of my body. Sparkling
laser lights burst into existence as music from the Sugar Plum Fairy
filled the air. We fairies fluttered down from the night sky in a well
choreographed scene of fairy flight. The nuero-controls had turned us
into captive marionettes programmed to dance as puppets on strings. Even
from my position I could see that it must have been an awesome visual
display. As we alighted onto the stage our flying routine transitioned
into a ballet dance. Fortunately, we never really had to stand, our toes
only just grazing the stage. We all appeared to be expert ballerina's
dancing en point to the famous ballet music. Pirouetting around the
stage, waving sparkling wands and fluttering our gossamer wings we must
have been a truly incredible sissy filled sight. Finally it was over as
we gracefully arose into the night sky disappearing from sight to
thunderous applause from the spectators below.
If it had not been for the loss of personal body control, the experience
might have been fun. I hoped that we would now be released. Instead, the
Compere came back onstage to announce the start of the competition.
The Competition
"Each fairy will now be interviewed assessing sissy charm and
personality. The audience is to then vote for their favorite fairy. After
tallying the vote, the top three fairies will become our finalists."
One by one we were each lowered to the stage for our interview only to be
hauled back up into the air once our say was over. Released from the
nuero-control we could actually stand on our own legs. Some fairies, very
unhappy with their lot, expressed anger at being treated so badly. Some
even swore and cursed at the audience. For these fairies, the interview
was very short. Gags were soon replaced into their mouths as they were
hauled aloft to ridiculing cheers from the audience. Some refused to
talk. Presenting a sullen face they projected a great desire to be
somewhere else. I understood their feelings. However, I thought I would
fare better by wowing the crowd and pretending to love the experience.
Maybe I could profit something from this terrible night by winning the
valuable prize; maybe a lot of money.
My ring gag was removed and the interview began. I stood very prettily
preening myself in the fairy outfit and fluttering my long eyelashes at
the audience, a big smile on my face.
"Tell me Stefanie, what do you like best about this evening?," asked the
compare.
"I just loved flying through the air and being a ballerina," I responded.
"Tell me about your fairy outfit."
"It's just to die for," I gushed. "As you can see, its made from a smooth
shiny satin and is just loaded with darling twinkling fairy lights;
especially my gossamer wings. It's every fairies dream outfit. I just
love it all!"
And so it went on until thankfully my interview was over. I think that I
had won over the crowd.
"Dom's and sub's," announced the Compere. "The votes have been tallied
and we now have our three finalists." While he was talking I saw many
metal aviary cages equipped with a swing brought out and placed around
the periphery of the large stage. Each swing had a vertical metal rod in
its center. The use for each aviary cage was obvious but what was the
purpose of the metal rod. I soon found out.
Losers of the competition were lowered down to the stage one by one; each
fairy being installed in their very own cage, with their anus slotted
into the rod on each swing. Thus held in place they had no option but to
remain seated swinging to and fro displayed as captive fairies. The
audience laughed and clapped in appreciation as each losing contestant
was locked into their cage for display.
"And now, please show your appreciation to our three finalists," said the
Compere.
I was congratulating myself for having the sense to try and win the
competition. Maybe I had avoided the humiliation of having a rod stuck up
my ass. Then I noticed three round platforms being placed center stage.
Obviously display stands; one for each finalist. To my dismay they too
had central rods but were also equipped with wire frames to posture and
display their fairy she-male.
Each of us were placed onto one of the three stands; our asses being
lowered onto the central rod. Unlike the others we were not in cages but
positioned to look like dancing ballerinas; our limbs held in place by a
thin wire framework. Then, to the sound of a music box tune, the tables
began to rotate, our anus tubes rotating about the stationary rods.
Stupidly I had actually got caught up in the contest and wanted to win
the title of 'She-male Fairy Queen'. Now I was having serious doubts
about the whole thing.
"Our final judging tonight is on best fairy costume. Our finalists will
be on display for an hour while you peruse their outfits to make you
final judgments. Then I will tally your votes and announce the lucky
winner."
It was torture being in a fixed pose rotating round and round to the
sound of a music box tune. I suppose that's what we looked like,
ballerina's in a music box, endlessly twirling round and round.
The Coronation
At last, the votes were collected and tallied. The Compare announced "We
have a winner. Katy's sub, the beautiful, charming and talented
Stefanie."
To much whistling and applause I was crowned She-male Fairy Queen with a
sparkling crystal tiara placed upon my head.
"Stefanie is the winner of a very valuable prize, a transformation and
beauty conditioning at Dr William's plastic surgery practice on Holly
Boulevard."
Everyone enthusiastically clapped at my good fortune for winning such an
expensive prize.
"Don't forget that for the next two weeks the club is closed. Then we re-
open with some new exciting themes. The first is 'Slave Boys' followed a
week later by 'Slave Girls' and finally 'Pony's' to close out the month
of festivities. You each get a chance to take turns of playing a master
or mistress and slave. So guys, please remember, your girls will just
love to be subservient slaves catering to your every whim; only if you do
the same for them the week before hand! The final week is for budding
ponies, both mares and stallions are welcome! There will be a dressage
contest so be sure to train and practice your pony to win a valuable
prize for dressage. If Stefanie receives her transformation in time she
can come not only as a slave girl but as a pony girl too!"
The audience clapped and yelled in support of his suggestion. Not me I
thought. I'm out of this crazy scene once I pass my test tomorrow
morning.
"And because she's been such a great sport and loved tonight's
experience, we are letting Stefanie keep her body harness together with
the rotating display stand as a fond souvenir of tonight's festivities."
Could I possibly be any luckier? I hope not. I had had enough for one
night and longed to be freed to go home. I needed some sleep and rest to
be ready for tomorrow's manhood test.
Coming up short
My trip home was not what I had hoped for. Katy hired some of the stage
hands to box and haul my display stand home. There she immediately had it
re-erected in the hallway entrance replete with dancing fairy! Still
wearing my fairy costume and trapped in my harness there was nothing I
could do to prevent the men from manhandling me onto the display spindle
again. There I was left on display in the hallway to twirl and dance all
night long. Somehow I managed to doze a little, but even when asleep I
dreamed of being a ballerina.
Early next morning I awoke from my fitful slumber to the ringing sound of
the doorbell. Katy opened the door to a tall man dressed in a business
suit. He announced himself to be a lawyer sent as an independent judge to
witness the manhood worthiness test.
Katy switched off the display but left me pinioned in place. I wanted to
be released from this motorized nightmare but Katy seemed in no hurry to
aid me. Instead she introduced me to the lawyer as the one to be tested.
"There must be some mistake. This hardly looks like a man," he exclaimed.
Still gagged and restrained I could not protest his statement or demand
to be released from my ballerina pose.
"Oh, It's no mistake. If he looked like a man he wouldn't need testing,
would he?," giggled Katy. "Stefanie was crowned she-male fairy queen last
night at the BDSM club and insisted on you seeing her displayed in the
winning she-male fairy costume."
"Well she can hardly be tested locked up in chastity," the lawyer
complained seeing the severely restricted condition of my genitals.
"Silly me," said Katy who then took out a key and released them from
their imprisonment.
I was still fully restrained and may as well have been a stone statue for
all the movement I could make. How was I to get excited enough for an
erection dressed and restrained as I was?
"Your poor thing, it looks more like a clitty than a penis," Katy
observed.
"Don't you agree?," she queried the lawyer.
"Yes, yes. Quite so," he said with some embarrassment. Great, here I was
displayed as a living she-male fairy statue and he was the embarrassed
one!
"Here let me help you," Katy said to me . "After all, the test must be
fair."
With that Katy kneeled down and proceeded to suck my shriveled cock. I
was shocked for she had never before been willing to do so. Surely this
would get Johnny to respond , but why would Katy try to help me like
this? I could feel her tongue sucking on my penis but it caused no
arousal. Nothing at all happened. Not even the slightest stirring was
felt. This went on for an embarrassingly long time with each passing
minute making the lawyer more impatient.
"No more, time is up," exclaimed the lawyer. "I'm sorry but you've
obviously failed the test. Miss Katy has been more than fair in trying to
coax you to arousal. It's not surprising that a sissy like you can't get
it up, let alone maintain, an erection. Having clearly failed you must
now comply with all the terms of the agreement.," He hurriedly witnessed
the contract papers and handed them to Katy as he left.
Katy laughed and turned the display back on. "Now my little sissy, you
belong to me. You always did, but now you know it too. Oh, and those
pills, they certainly did their job."
Damn, Katy had outwitted me once again!
CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 3
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