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AYESHA
CHAPTER 5
by Cordellian
It was about now I realised that events had spiralled way out of my
control. Whatever bizarre game Emma Reid was playing, she had won every
single round so far and there seemed to be no end in sight. In the
matter of just a couple of days she had manipulated circumstances so
that I was wearing silk panties, stockings and a suspender belt, a
devilishly tight corset, high heeled shoes, a waitress uniform that
resembled a satin look French Maid's dress, complete with white linen
apron and dolly hat, my face was covered in make up and a steel chastity
belt meant it was impossible for me to even touch my penis. And now here
I was in a caf?, expected to work an evening shift waiting at tables.
My girl friend Jill was probably wondering where I was, and to make
matters worse I no longer carried the keys to my flat or any money on my
person. And if Louise was to be believed, Emma Reid wasn't just a sick
in the head woman who enjoyed humiliating men, she also was able to call
on the aid of East End gangsters if someone pissed her off. Now I really
had grounds to be worried.
"Don't forget to curtsey when you approach a table, Jill," said Rafael,
the owner, as I came back with the order pad in my hand. I had just
taken an order from a table of three businessmen who were enjoying a
working meal. 'It's part of the image we like to project here." He
reached over, smoothed and re-adjusted the hem and waist band of my
humiliating serving dress. "And you need to speed things up a bit later
on. We're going to get quite busy by eight o' clock."
"Yes, Mr Moretti." I bobbed a quick curtsey as I responded to him and
felt my petticoats peek out a little underneath the skirt of this
shameful dress. I was stuck here now until the place closed, which would
be well past midnight no doubt, or at the very least until Louise came
looking for me. I had left a message on her answer phone shortly after
starting work here, when Mr Moretti had gone down into the cellar to
bring up some crates of Italian bottled beers.
"Louise! Help me!" I whispered urgently in a breathless voice into the
wall phone that was meant to be used for booking taxis for departing
guests. "I'm at your work place, wearing your uniform because Mr Moretti
saw me hurrying down the road and assumed I was filling in for you
today! This is intolerable! You have to come to work and get me out of
this! I need some clothes! Please... oh God, he's coming back..."
I hurriedly put the phone down and pretended to sort through some menus
that were stacked on the counter, for I had been explicitly told not to
make any personal calls, and especially not while I was working.
Mr Moretti dumped the crate of bottles on the counter and turned to
regard me with a suspicious eye. I smiled sweetly in what I assumed was
an airhead waitress kind of way and quickly scooted around the tables in
my crippling heels, distributing menus ready for the rush of customers
in an hour or so.
Slowly but surely customers began arriving and I was despatched to each
table in turn to greet them, bobbing up and down into the little
curtseys that Mr Moretti had instructed me to do, which earned me
salacious looks from the male diners and looks of contempt from the
women.
"Such a slutty waitress," said one well dressed businesswoman in disgust
as she furrowed her pretty brow and studied the wine list. The three men
(possibly business partners) didn't seem to mind my uniform and indeed,
one of them complimented me on a nice ass as I had to turn to hand out
the menus.
"Rafael's is famous for old fashioned table service," said one of the
men as he gazed at my stocking tops. "I think it's rather charming."
"Well you would," snorted the woman. She threw another angry glance at
me. "Make yourself useful, Jill, and bring us some bottled water." She
could read my name from a name badge pinned to the right breast of my
satin uniform.
And so it went on for a number of hours, and throughout I kept glancing
at the clock on the wall. Where was Louise? Why hadn't she come for me
yet? Surly she must have heard my telephone message by now? Every time I
heard the door to the cafe restaurant open, I took a deep breath and
glanced up hoping to see her hurrying inside, breathless perhaps,
flustered even, in a spare uniform, ready to take over the shift from
me. But no, each and every time it was simply new customers arriving.
And then at precisely 8.30 the door swung open and my heart skipped a
beat.
For there was Jill, my girlfriend, looking gorgeous in a knee length.
Sleeveless. cream sheath-like dress, wearing three inch cream strappy
heels and clutching a co-ordinated handbag. And entering the cafe beside
her was my tormentor - Emma Reid.
I looked up in panic, flustered, and nearly dropped the plates I was
carrying over to table number nine. Emma would recognise me obviously,
but what of Jill? What would she see? An anonymous waitress in a French
Maid style uniform, or her missing boyfriend?
Emma caught sight of me quickly enough and curled her upper lip into a
sly smile - a subtle signal to let me know there was no point in trying
to hide myself away. I watched as Mr Moretti greeted the two women
himself, gestured them towards a vacant table towards the left hand side
of the restaurant area, and with a click of his fingers, indicated I was
to go and wait on their table.
I wanted to cry, I really did, but I held back the tears as I stood
there, trembling, before the two now seated women.
"I've heard a lot about this place, Emma," said Jill as she gazed around
at the traditional Italian d?cor. "The food is supposed to be very
authentic."
"It is," said Emma as she smiled and patted Jill's hand. What was going
on here? Why were they now so friendly all of a sudden? What had I
missed these last few days? There seemed to be a complete change in the
way my girlfriend felt about Emma Reid, since the early days of
discovering she had a new room mate moving in. "Oh look, our attentive
waitress for the evening," said Emma as she nodded her head towards me.
I must have flushed a deep red that was mostly hidden by all my makeup,
as I bobbed down and up again in the official curtsey required at this
place. "Good evening and welcome to Rafael's. My name is Jill and I am
here to make your evening perfect."
"I'm called Jill, too," said my girlfriend as she gazed up at me. I
couldn't met her gaze. Surely she was going to recognise me! Louise had
done a magnificent job with my makeup, and I was modulating my voice,
but even so, I was convinced she would realise who I was. "I hope you
don't mind me saying, but Emma here tells me that all the waitresses in
this restaurant are transgenders. That's just so cool."
I swallowed hard. So she knew I was really a guy. But of course she did.
I looked good, but my voice would give me away. Unlike Louise who had
practised for years to perfect every small detail, this was all new to
me, and yes, even if she didn't recognise right away that I was Rob, she
could at last tell that I was a guy. A good looking guy who resembled a
smoking hot girl, but a guy nonetheless.
"Yes Miss," I said meekly.
Wait a minute... did she say it was cool?
"Jill here is beginning to transition," said Emma as she reached for the
wine list. "Just like Louise did, and you saw how convincing Louise is
now. It's a big step that she's thought long and hard about over the
last couple of days, after talking to me in confidence, and now she's
taken those first big brave steps in becoming the woman she's always
secretly dreamt of being."
"Wow," said Jill, taken aback. "I really don't have a clue about this
kind of thing. I mean I know that there are a few men who secretly like
to dress up as girls, but..."
"A few?" said Emma with a soft smile. "Oh, far more than just a few,
Jill..." She tapped the wine list and read off the name of a South
American shiraz. "You'd be surprised how many men secretly fantasise
about wearing our clothes. And why not - they are lovely clothes after
all," she said with another smile as she happened to touch Jill's hand
again. I don't think Jill quite noticed this repeated contact, but I
certainly did. Get your hands off my girlfriend I thought angrily to
myself! Was Emma deliberately acting like this towards Jill to get a
reaction out of me? Or was she perhaps genuinely bisexual and interested
in women? That thought sent alarm bells ringing inside my head. Did she
want more than just feminising me? Did she want to get her paws on my
girlfriend too?
"I'll let you in on a little secret about men, Jill, one that will
enrich your sex life once you know it."
"Oh?" Jill regarded Emma curiously.
"Do you ever wear sensual lingerie?"
"Well, yes, sometimes. Yes..." Jill blushed a little. "Not on a daily
basis, but for special occasions. It's a rather personal question
though."
"Why do you wear it?"
"Well, it's sexy. Rob likes it. He loves to see me wearing it." It was
true. Jill had a fantastic body, and it looked great in dressed in wisps
of French silk and lace.
"That's what you've always believed?"
"I don't understand. What do you mean?"
"I mean Jill, that you've always believed that Robert was turned on by
the sight of you wearing the underwear, when in actual fact the truth
was very different. Robert, and in this he is no different from any
other man, is turned on by the touch of the material - its silky
softness and delicate feminine touches. What he craves is the touch of
it on his skin when he touches you. But what he truly dreams of is to
wear it himself."
I glanced quickly down as Emma said this. A day ago I would have denied
it like mad, but now? Now I wasn't quite so sure. No matter how angry I
might be, I couldn't deny the way this enforced feminization was making
me feel. The soft panties, the touch of stockings on my freshly shaved
legs, the rustle of the frilly maid's dress, hell, even the bloody
chastity belt were all driving me wild with sexual feelings that no
amount of 'straight' sex had ever prepared me for. The longer I wore
these clothes, the more I found myself rubbing my legs together and
dreaming of Emma's long, well oiled fingers sliding up and down my stiff
cock. Only now my cock wasn't stiff, despite its best attempts to do so,
and Emma's fingers were neither oiled nor near my body. I licked my
lipstick-coated lips and felt the rustle of the hemline as I fidgeted
again standing beside their table.
"Don't fidget, Jill!" said Emma with a sharp note of displeasure. It was
obvious that she was addressing me.
"Sorry Ma'am."
"Sit down here," she patted a spare chair. "Sit down while we're talking
about how men like you just love slipping into silk knickers."
Very reluctantly I slid myself down onto the spare chair with a rustle
of petticoats.
"No, I can't believe that. Not my boyfriend." Jill, my girlfriend, shook
her head.
"It's true. And it's easy enough to prove. Next time a man in your bed
is tired or can't achieve an erection for whatever reason, force him
into panties, stockings and a silk slip. He'll have an erection the
instant he's forced to wear silk and nylons. I guarantee it. You'll
never go without a stiff cock ever again."
"You're serious?" Jill looked amazed, but, God help us, interested too.
"Absolutely. 100% success rate. It always works. Better than viagra. You
force any man into stockings and a silk slip, against his will, and his
cock will be stiff and trembling, with a little drop of pre-cum on its
tip. Believe me, I've seen it over and over again. Silk and nylon, and a
firm voice, that's all it takes. Tell me, does Robert ever have problems
achieving an erection?"
This was awful. Emma and my girlfriend were talking about me as if I
wasn't there, which as far as Jill was concerned was the case. I was
just a pussy-whipped transvestite with the same name as her.
"Yes... sometimes..." Jill looked upset. "And sometimes he's not as hard
as I'd like him to be. I've never told him of course. It's a big part of
the problems I've talked to you about before - problems we've been
having recently and, well, for quite some time actually."
Now I really was blushing with embarrassment. I wasn't hard enough for
her! Alright, so sometimes I didn't get an erection each and every time
she wanted sex, but I never thought it was a problem. Jill obviously
did. So Jill had been talking about these things with Emma? Had Emma
become some sort of confidante during the first week or so of living
together. Had I really not been paying enough attention to notice that
something had changed? Did I really not know my own girlfriend that
well?
"Then next time that happens, you put him in panties." Emma paused and
her left hand, which was now beneath the caf? table, slid slowly onto my
stocking-clad knee as her soft fingers gently stroked my inner thigh
where I stood. I moaned very softly, feeling not just her fingers, but
the touch of the nylon between her fingers and my shaved skin. Wearing
nylon when being touched was ten times, no twenty times as exciting as
being naked. "And stockings - expensive, soft stockings, with a
suspender belt and delicate clips, and perhaps a garter."
Jill couldn't believe she was hearing this, but from the look on her
face she was imagining the possibilities.
"And then you make him raise his arms as you slide the softest silk slip
in virgin white silk down his body, and you'll see that cock rise, trust
me. It will be stiffer than you've ever seen before. But you don't stop
there. For not achieving an erection without the silk and the nylon, you
spank him, with the flat of a hair brush. Twenty strokes, and hard, bent
over your knee."
"Rob would never let me do that." She blushed, but seemed rather
interested by the idea.
"He'll have no choice. You tell him that he's failed to get an erection
when you wanted sex. There will have to be penalties. You tell him that
you know this will cure his problem, and that if he is not prepared to
cure his problem himself, then he obviously doesn't care about your
feelings and you'll leave him. You tell him that if you're wrong, you'll
give him 200,- but you won't be wrong. And once it has worked the first
time, you make him admit that you were right. You make him admit, before
you let him cum, that he is turned on by the touch of silk and nylon,
and that he obviously can't achieve an erection good enough to satisfy
you any other way. And then you throw out all his underwear and you
replace it with panties and stockings and make sure he wears them under
his clothes from that day on."
"Wow..." Jill sipped her coffee. "And this is what you've done to...
men... like Jill and Louise?" She gazed at me again, fascinated by how
feminine I looked with the make up and the wig and the maid's outfit.
"I could do it to any man. Secretly they all desire to be feminized. You
won't believe how easy it is."
"I really don't know, Emma. I don't think I could have any respect for
Rob if I thought he was turned on by silk and nylon."
My blood ran a bit cold at that. Please God, don't let her ever find
out. As if in answer, Emma's fingers deftly lifted the hem of my
scandalously short skirt, under the table, and played with the edge of
my skin either side of the snug chastity belt. The effect of the belt
was such that while I wore it, even the slightest, most superficial
touch of Emma's hands drove me wild with arousal.
"Of course you wouldn't have respect for Rob or any man who needed to be
forced to wear a silk slip to get hard." Emma looked directly at me as
her fingers now tapped my chastity belt. "Do you think I have any
respect for Jill here, or Louise for that matter. Of course not. They're
not men after all. They're sissies. I am fond of them, but I don't
respect them as I'd respect real men."
Jill too looked at me and I prayed desperately that she wouldn't see
past the make up and the blonde wig and recognise me. "But then why do
you do it, Emma? Why do you turn men into sissies like this?"
"Because they are sissies. I don't turn them into anything. I just force
them to be what they desperately want to be. But I don't respect them.
And nor should you. The day you catch Robert in a silk slip is the day
you lose him as a boy friend, but keep him forever as your slave."
We both stared as she said the word 'slave'.
"My..."
"Your slave." Emma finished the sentence for Jill. "Your sissified
slave, who will obey your every word once he is feminised. Oh he'll howl
and pout and cry for many months to try and change his lot, but you
won't give an inch. In fact you'll punish him each time he throws a
childish fit, and this will give you excuses to feminize him further as
a punishment. Every woman deserves a sissy slave. Someone to cook for
you and iron, and clean the house and run your baths and massage you
after work, and please you with her tongue."
"You make it sound... I don't know... it's crazy, but... you really do
this? To men?" Jill looked at me again and laughed. "My God, you do! And
you think you could turn Rob into a sissy like this." She pointed at me.
Emma smiled a wicked smile. "You wouldn't believe how easy it would be
to turn Rob into a sissy like this one here." My blood ran cold again at
the prospect of what she was hinting. "Listen, I promised Louise that
I'd get Jill here home safely when her shift finishes. Come back with us
after we finish eating here tonight. I have so much more to tell you
about my world. Things you won't believe are possible..."
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I was a meek and humbled pantie slut as I was ushered back into Louise's
flat after my shift had finished and, true to her word, Emma had driven
me 'home'. Again the girly fabric of the dress rustled round my tightly
corseted waist as I tried to walk in the high heels as carefully as I
could.
"Jill, you're back. How was your first day at work?" Louise walked over
and took my hands before kissing me softly on the lips. I blinked,
surprised, no, stunned at this turn of events. She was acting as if
nothing had happened earlier, and I suddenly realised this was for the
benefit of my girlfriend who stood beside Emma. Louise's lips tasted
lovely again, as lovely as any real woman's, and again my penis twitched
in its prison. Louise was dressed in nothing more than a sheer silk
slip, with her long hair cascading down around her shoulders, I felt the
silk against my hands as I inadvertently placed them around her slim
waist as I received the kiss. She felt so very good in my arms, and
before I knew it, I kissed her back. Behind me, Emma smiled one of her
evil smiles.
"That's so adorable," said Jill as she watched.
We were alone now, Emma Reid and I, in the bedroom, while my girlfriend
and Louise chatted in the kitchen. She stood in front of me, nearly six
inches shorter, yet still an imposing figure of strict authority to me.
In her right hand she held a long cane of the kind that a headmistress
of an all girls school might have used thirty years ago. She tapped the
floor at her feet with the cane and I realised I was supposed to kneel.
Smoothing down my oh-so short skirt, I quickly did so, my pantied bottom
resting on the heels of my feet as I tucked my knees tightly together.
"Well you certainly have taken to a life in nylon and silk with relish,
haven't you?"
"Please, Miss Reid, don't tell Jill who I am." I glanced fearfully
towards the closed door of the adjoining room.
"Mmm, you do seem to squirm so when she's around. I like to see a sissy
squirm. Why are you so reluctant to tell her the truth? Why don't you
just tell her that you like to cheat on her, that you tried to seduce
her room mate, that you can't keep your hands and mouth off Louise, and
that you will be spending the rest of your life as a very feminine
woman? Don't you think she deserves to know the truth?"
"Please Miss Reid..." I was begging her on my knees.
"This is of course all your doing Robert. I was going to hand you back
at the station to your girl friend, but you chose to run away, straight
into the arms of my Louise - why, I never knew you were so attracted to
beautiful transgendered men?"
"I'm not!" I said hastily.
"We'll see. And before I know it, with my back turned, you're slipping
into her pretty waitress uniform - it does look very nice on you by the
way - and working as a low paid girl in the caf?. And you've shaved your
legs!" Emma shook her head as if not understanding any of this. "None of
it was my doing. I never knew you wanted this so much."
"I don't! You don't understand - this was all a mistake."
"Really? Well Jill certainly seems to have faith in you. She refuses to
believe that her beloved boyfriend could be a secret panty wearing
sissy. I imagine your life with her would be very different if she found
out. I suspect she'd keep you in frocks and crinolines forever - if she
kept you at all."
The thought of Jill enforcing femininity on me too made my heart quiver,
but strangely enough with excitement. My poor penis must have been truly
bruised and swollen by now as the image in my mind stirred it to fresh
futile activity inside the chastity belt.
"This has to stop... before it's too late..."
"Hmm. A strange, yet interesting choice of words, Robert. Before it's
too late indeed. Perhaps I'll give you one last chance, for dear Jill's
sake. If you can prove to me that you're not a sissy, I'll tear up the
contract you signed, destroy the photos, remove the belt and let you
back into jeans and t-shirt."
"You will?"
"But understand this. If you prove you are a sissy, there will be a
forfeit."
I didn't like the sound of this. Surely it must be another of Emma's
tricks.
"All you have to do, Robert, to win your old life back, is not have sex
with Louise tonight."
I blinked. That seemed incredibly easy. Okay, so despite my best
intentions, I found her slim female-like body very, very desirable, but
I could easily not fuck her. I mean, I didn't want to! I couldn't! I
wasn't going to!
"By sex, I of course mean use her in any way to achieve an orgasm. I
think you'll agree that only a sissy would want to have sex with another
sissy, yes?"
"Of course!" That seemed obvious enough.
"I saw the way you kissed her tonight when she was wearing that silk
slip."
"She kissed me! She took me by surprise!"
"She?" Emma smiled her crafty smile.
"I mean he!" I blushed. I shouldn't think of Louise as a woman.
"Mmm. Interesting. So you think it will be easy not to make use of her
if I unlocked your chastity belt?"
Emma was going to unlock my chastity belt? Perhaps I would have the
opportunity to masturbate in private... oh dear God please let me be
able to touch myself down there. I was getting so terribly horny in all
these frills and lace and nylon. Especially the tight sheer nylon on my
legs that were so sensitive now after a lifetime of being covered in
hair. The nylon stockings rubbed erotically together if I moved at all
while kneeling.
"I don't care what she wears or how she acts, I won't touch her. I mean
him!"
"You keep saying her, Robert. She is quite beautiful, isn't she?"
"I wouldn't know."
"Shall I let you in on a little secret?"
"What?" I'm not sure I wanted to know, but I said so anyway.
"She thinks you're very beautiful too. It's been a long time since she
was able to seduce a pretty young girl."
"I'm not a girl!"
"But you will be if you prove finally to me that you are a sissy, that
you can't control your sissy nature, that you don't deserve to be with
Jill in any capacity other than as her sissy slave. I mentioned a
forfeit. If you fail tonight, you'll take two further steps down the
road to being a woman for life. If you use Louise for your own
enjoyment, then tomorrow I'll have long feminine extensions put into
your hair, and have it dyed ash blonde."
I trembled at the thought of this, but what did it matter? I knew I
wasn't going to have sex with Louise.
"But rather more seriously, I'll use my contacts to have you admitted to
a clinic where you'll be given small, but definitely shaped female
breasts."
"Breasts!"
"Do the forfeits matter? They would only trouble a sissy who knew he was
going to fail? You're not a sissy are you Robert?"
"Of course I'm not!"
"Then we're agreed?"
"I suppose so." Deep down I knew I was going to win, but deep down I
also knew how sneaky Emma could be. What did she have in mind?
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"What's that?" I eyed the long leather sack lying on the bed with
confusion. Emma had just unlocked my chastity belt and I was already
aroused the moment I had been freed.
"It's a sissy sleep sack," said Emma casually. "Big enough for two
sissies."
"I don't understand." I glanced at Louise as she gently took my left
hand in her right and squeezed it for reassurance.
"Well where did you think you were going to sleep tonight? Not with Jill
obviously - you're wearing a baby doll nightie and stockings. She's
hardly going to think of you as a man."
"I thought..."
"You thought maybe you'd sleep with me?" Emma arched her eyebrows. "Oh
Robert, have you no shame? You'd sleep with me in the same flat as your
girlfriend? Are you that desperate to see my tightly corseted body
again?"
I blushed, knowing I would love to sleep with the beautiful Emma Reid
again. My cock was stiff as a flag post, causing the silk of the baby
doll nightie to 'tent' up in front of me. Louise noticed this and gently
touched the head of the penis through the silk with the fingers of her
left hand. My cock jerked excitedly to her touch, and I realised quite
how dangerous this was.
"Don't!" I snapped at her. God - would it really be that easy for Louise
to make me cum? I mustn't let her touch me! I pulled my hand free of her
grip and took a step away. Emma smiled, and her eyes were fixed on the
quivering of my cock through the silk, even after Louise's hand had been
brushed away.
"No Robert, I have two sissies now and they'll sleep together tonight in
the sleep sack. It's made of soft leather, and it has plenty of air
holes all over its surface. You'll notice that it zips up completely,
leaving you both nice and snug together for the night "
My eyes must have shown alarm at the though of being so closely confined
in a soft leather bag with the soft and desirable Louise. My cock
continued to twitch excitedly, now free of the tight steel belt, and
eager to experience the touch of flesh.
"Please no..."
Emma just smiled. "You'll both be dressed in the softest and silkiest of
night wear, facing one another. Ripples of soft silk and satins brushing
against your bodies, and your soft perfumed skin rubbing against each
other. I'm sure it will be quite an experience for you two, especially
once I tie your wrists helplessly around each other's waists."
"What!" Now I knew what she had in mind, and suddenly it became all too
clear that I was in serious danger of losing my wager. If I came while
trussed up in the sleep sack with Louise...
"Well, it'll be very nice for you. Just think how much kissing you'll be
able to do, not to mention wriggling together, when you're tied
carefully facing each other. I imagine there will be so much helpless,
aroused wriggling, and you know what that will lead to, don't you?"
I moaned. I knew I was doomed. I had already lost even before I climbed
into that sleep sack. My cock was going to betray me and I would end up
tomorrow with the promise of a pair of small teenage breasts and long
blonde hair extensions. I was doomed.
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