Sissy Stepson Part 3 Caught in the Trap
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Sissy Trap
Everything had went so terribly wrong from my long anticipated shopping
experience.
I had been a lifelong cross dresser not remembering my first actual
endeavor into slipping into my mothers or sisters lingerie drawers.
Over the years I had kept this well hidden from my family and friends
and had even ceased dressing for 6 years during my ill fated marriage.
When my marriage ended I found myself with the passion, time and means
to fulfill these long hidden desires. In no time I had accumulated a
large wardrobe and all the feminine accruements required. With internet
shopping available it opened up easy means for acquiring anything needed
and my feminine persona blossomed but remained firmly fixed within the
safety of my home.
I had met Carol on a chat site for cross dressers about a year ago. She
sent a chat request and we made some small talk a couple nights a week
for a few weeks. Most topics centered around the types of clothing we
liked, outfits we had, looks that we tried to emulate and basic gurl
talk. As time went by I found myself answering more of Carol's
questions while she seemed to become a little more evasive. When
confronted about this situation she confessed to me that she was a
genetic female and not a CD. But she had a strong desire to help with
individuals in the community as she had a younger brother that had
dressed. Her brother was a 19 year old sophomore at college at the time
of discovery. Their parents could not accept this aspect of their only
son and shunned him from the family. Her brother, feeling lost and
confused while seeking acceptance to these desire he didn't understand,
started using drugs. This led to his dropping out of school and he
found himself in a downward spiral which finally ended when he took his
life with a drug overdose. Carol had taken the death of her brother
very hard and vowed to help with other individuals within this community
however she could. At the time it was only by chatting with and lending
support on chat sites for CD/TV and transgender individuals. For the
next few months we chatted almost nightly about a variety of topics.
One night she offered a unique shopping trip for me. She explained that
she worked as a regional manager for a women's boutique. Her job
required her to visit and oversee stores in a 6 state area and as part
of her responsibilities she from time to time would fill in for store
managers who were taking vacation time. It so happened that she would
be covering for a manager at a store located about an hour from my home.
She offered for me to come to the store, after closing, where I would
be free to shop, and try on anything wished. Any outfit I wanted could
be purchased at her employee discount of 25%. The tag would be then
removed, the items totaled and I would pay cash. She would then ring
the items up the next day. Although the internet had opened unlimited
opportunities to purchase clothing, makeup, accessories and other items
I so desired, I did find that many of the items purchased were not what
I had anticipated or did not fit as I wished. So I found myself with a
number of outfits that I did not wear. This opportunity to actually try
on clothing while dressed in my feminine attire and alter ego was
something that was next to impossible to decline. Although I was quite
nervous about this I was longing for a night out as Dyanne and found
myself agreeing to meet.
She sent me the dates that she would be working at the store and it was
decided that Friday night would be the best opportunity. I would leave
work and drive to the suburbs, get a room close to the store, and change
into my feminine persona. I was to leave the room about 9:00 PM and get
to the store between 9:15 - 9:30 PM. I would call Carol when I got to
the parking lot and she would direct me once everyone was gone. The
plan was to enter through the back employee entrance and spend an hour
or so shopping.
Arriving at the motel I was able to get a room with direct access to the
parking lot which was a benefit not having to walk through hallways and
a lobby. I showered and slipped on a sexy Vanity Fair matching white
bra and panty set, my Hanes Ultra Sheer panty hose (I prefer stocking
but for this shopping trip I settled on pantyhose), a Vanity Fair white
full lace slip. Next I slid in my breast forms, slipped on a sexy red
sweater dress and then slid into my red stiletto heel sandals with ankle
straps and 6" heels, no platforms. I chose this outfit for its warmth
on this fall night. I had not ventured out as Dyanne so I did not own
an overcoat and this dress would provide some protection from the chill
of the fall air. I sat in front of the bathroom mirror slowly applying
my makeup trying to make myself as feminine as I possibly could. After
completing this task I set about fastening my long painted nail
extensions, my toenails had been painted in advance. Then a dash of
perfume, clipped on my earrings and fastened my necklace. Grabbing my
purse I dropped the room key cards in (I requested a duplicate in the
event I had a problem with one as I would not want be caught locked out
of the room enfemme). Next I placed my makeup in the purse and glanced
at the clock. It was only 7:45 PM so I had 75 minutes to kill. I would
had loved to had a drink to calm the nerves but did not want to take a
chance on driving with liquor on my breath. The timing of this event
was great as the fall days were getting shorter and I would have the
cover of darkness on my side as I ventured out for the first time as
Dyanne.
The time seemed to stop as I surfed the channels on TV looking for
something to occupy my time. Finally 9:00 PM arrived and I made my way
to the door. Never have I been so nervous as I contemplated walking out
of the safety of the motel room and into the outside world as Dyanne for
the first time. I checked and double checked every item on my list, car
keys, room keys, cell phone, Carols number, store address, etc. I now
thought that the last 75 minutes had just flown by. I opened and closed
the door a number of times not getting up the courage to leave the
safety of the room. I finally thought I had worked up the nerve and as
I was about to open the door I heard people leaving the room next to
mine. I watched them walk to their car across the parking lot and
leave. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand, 9:06. If I was going
to do this, it was now or never and I knew it. Somehow I came up with
the nerve and opened the door, stepped out onto the sidewalk and the
cool fall air. Pulling the door closed behind me I heard the clasping
of the lock and knew that I was alone outside and any return to the
safety of my room meant getting into my purse, retrieving the room key
and getting it into the card slot. The walk across the parking lot to
my car felt like it took forever as my heels clicked louder than they
ever had in the security of my home. At my car I dug out the keys from
the bottom of my purse, hit the unlock button, opened the door and slid
into the drivers seat. Trying to act as feminine as possible but still
wanting to get my keys into the ignition and the interior lights off.
Finally I succeeded in starting the car fastening my seatbelt and
heading out of the motel lot.
The drive to the boutique was uneventful but I did struggle with driving
in the heels. Not being use to the angle caused by the heels it
provided a foreign sensation in placing your feet on the brake and gas
pedal. I arrived at 9:22 and parked in the large lot in front of the
store. Only a few cars remained and it appeared that the boutique was
empty. I called Carol and she answered on the third ring. She
instructed me drive around to the back to park and use the rear entrance
door where she would meet me. I found the back of the store deserted of
cars, parked and prepared myself for the next major hurdle. Again I was
searching for the courage to leave the security of my car and make my
way to the door. Suddenly the door opens and there stood Carol waving
me over. The mix of emotions was enormous. I was excited as I had ever
been, yet scared to death of what I was about to do. But in the moment
I grabbed my purse, opened the door, swung my legs out placing my heels
down on the pavement. Standing and closing the car door I hit the door
lock and slid the keys and fob into my purse as I strolled towards the
door. Carol ushered me into the store and closed the door locking it
behind us. We hugged, said our hellos, made some small talk and then
Carol showed me around the store, where the different departments were
located. I was free to shop but Carol explained that she had to finish
up paperwork and then make the night deposit. If it wasn't completed by
10:00 PM the security team would be notified and they would investigate.
A few moments later she informed me that she would be right back as she
had to run to the bank with the deposit, but upon returning she would
help with my shopping experience. I was told not to touch any of the
doors while she was gone as they were alarmed with motion detectors and
the last thing we wanted was security showing up. This was something I
had not been aware of and the thought of leaving me locked in the store
alone was terrifying to say the least. But before I had time to make
any objection Carol was closing the door behind her with the deposit bag
in hand. I nervously started my shopping experience hoping to take my
mind off of the situation. I had only spent a few minutes looking
through some cocktail dresses when my phone rang scaring me to death.
The number was Carol's and I immediately thought of all the possible
problems that my have occurred. She was in a wreck, stopped by the
police, car trouble, etc but none of those compared to what I heard.
"Hello Sissy," the male voice from the phone spoke out. "Who is this
and where is Carol?" was my fast and nervous reply. "Carol is not
coming back. She was only here to help with this charade. It was I
that have communicated with you over the last months. I have set up a
trap and you have fallen into it. See I really enjoy sissies,
feminizing them, training them and using them. My last sissy left my
life unexpectedly about a year ago and I have been searching for her
replacement ever since. When I met you in the chat room I came up with
this little plan to trap you. Let me explain your situation in case the
gravity of it has not settled in yet. You are dressed in sexy women's
clothing, locked in a women's boutique after hours which you have
entered illegally. If I call the police you will have a lot to explain.
Most of which will be highly unbelievable to law enforcement and the
simple facts will not shed a favorable light on you, your career or
family. If you are thinking of trying to make a run for it I only warn
you that the moment you touch one of the exit doors an alarm is sounded
and security forces will arrive within minutes. Also once the alarm
goes off it triggers cameras around the store which will record you and
your vehicle with its license plate which will take police only a few
moments to solve. So dear you can play along or you can make a break
and take your chances with the law which may be fun in your state of
dress. What's it going to be dear?"
"I can't get arrested or have the police find me here dressed like
this," I pleaded.
"If you want to be my sissy then tell me "I want to be your sissy". If
not then I can only assume you don't want to be my sissy and I will be
forced to call the police. But if you agree to be my sissy then you
will commit and your training will start immediately. Which is it
Dyanne?"
"I can't have the police involved in this," I pleaded yet again.
"There are two choices here, one is for you to submit to being my sissy
or for the police to be called. I am going to start counting down to
zero from three. I have typed 911 on my phone. When I get to zero I
hit send and the wheels of justice will start.
THREE.....................TWO..................ONE..................
"I'll be your sissy damn it," I blurted out.
"No it is 'I want to be your sissy' now get it right or I hit send."
"I want to be your sissy," I meekly responded.
"The first thing you need to do is follow these instructions to the
letter, be fast and efficient as time is of the essence here. There is
a wooden straight back chair in the changing room. It has a brown
envelope sitting on it. Bring them out to the aisle running through the
lingerie department. Set the chair near the back of the department so
you will not be highly visible from the front window but I will be able
to view you with binoculars from the parking lot. Sit in the chair and
from the envelope remove one of the small zip ties and secure your left
ankle to the left leg of the chair, then cross your right leg over your
left and secure your right ankle to the zip tie on your left ankle. The
final piece in the envelope is a large zip tie which you will secure
around your waist to the chair. Be swift about this and realize that I
am watching every move"
I found the chair and envelope and moved them to the aisle. Sitting in
the chair I found the zip tie and secured my left leg to the leg of the
chair at the ankle, then crossed my legs and secured my right leg to the
left as instructed. I did not tighten it much as it was uncomfortable,
then finished placing the large zip tie around my waist, securing me to
the chair and rendering me helpless. Moments later I heard the back
door open and someone enter.
"Well sissy. You know what the definition of a sissy is don't you?"
the voice boomed up from behind.
"Sorry I don't"
Don't be sorry as I am going to train you to be a good sissy. A sissy
is always found in panties, sexy clothing, anything to please her man
and just loves sucking cock. Doesn't that sound like you?"
"I just like to dress up in women's clothing, nothing else," I
stammered.
"You stated that you wanted to be my sissy so that means you want to be
my little cock slut and I am going to turn you into one of the best
little cock sluts ever."
I could sense his presence behind me but I couldn't tell just how close
he was when I felt him push my hair to the side and he cautioned me not
to move. Then I felt him wrap a collar around my neck and clasp it in
back. Then came the sickening sound of a lock clicking closed and I
knew it was locked in place. My predicament kept getting worse as next
came wrist cuffs on booth wrists that were attached to D rings on each
side of the collar. With that he stepped around from behind me and I
got my first look at him. He was muscular, probably a little over 6' in
height and 200 pounds. Had the clean cut look of a business man but
more the demeanor of someone from the streets. He moved close to me
taking my chin in his hand, he straddled me bringing his crotch to my
face. "Now your going to provide your first duty as a sissy by sucking
your masters cock. If you even begin to think about biting remember
the position you are in. I have complete control over you and can be a
really sadistic ass if required. Show me what a little sissy cock slut
you are and make sure you enjoy it as much as I do."
Here I was dressed in a sexy feminine outfit, locked in a women's
boutique with the threat of arrest. Zip tied to a wooden chair at the
waist, with my legs crossed and zip tied together and to the leg of the
chair. I had a collar locked on my neck and my wrists were clicked to
my collar. The man doing this to me was standing in front of me his
left hand cradling my chin as he looked down at me with this huge smile
across his face. I could hear the zipper on his pants being lowered
with his right hand. He kept my chin up looking at his eyes and I could
see the enjoyment he was getting from the humiliation he was putting me
through. I sensed his tension ease on my chin and as my head lowered
his cock came into view. He was quite large, especially in comparison
to myself, and it looked intimidating just inches from my lips. "Open
up sweetheart and enjoy this because you are going to be sucking a lot
of cock in your future. It is best to enjoy it rather than fight it.
If you learn to be a good cocksucker I may just keep you for myself.
But if you aren't good then we may have to loan you out to get lots of
practice" He brought the head of his cock against my lips, I slowly let
my lips open and he slid his cock deep into my mouth. I didn't have a
choice so I tried my best to please him and end this nightmare. I ran
my tongue around his shaft sliding my lips up and down, I used my tongue
on the head of his cock trying to stimulate him and end this. He let me
work his cock for a number of minutes calling me names such as cock
slut, sissy slut, bitch, cock whore and then he erupted into the back of
my throat. I thought that this ordeal was over and I was be set free
but he had yet another surprise. He cut the ties binding me to the
chair but left my collar and wrists restraints attached. Then a hood
was slid over my head and fastened to the collar a leash was clipped
onto the collar and I was led out the back door to a waiting vehicle
outside.
I couldn't imagine what lay ahead.
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