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Timmy's Big Day free porn video
Ever since my early puberty I had been plagued by dreams and fantasies
of a world where depraved older ladies, for their sheer amusement, kept
me in bondage dressed in the most feminine of girl's clothes and high-
heeled shoes and then laughed at my pretentions of ever being a boy
again. In said scenario I was a toy for their perverted sense of
amusement but these fantasies still thrilled me with strange delightfull
emotions. To think of myself dressed in the pretty dresses and silky
undergarments of an extremely feminine teen girl, undergoing punishments
and dainty tortures at the hands of a dominant woman deaf to my
protestations, had been completely intoxicating. Of course as an
otherwise fairly normal teenage boy I had fought these clearly
preposterous thoughts and fancies but they always returned and seemed to
almost be part of my nature.
So if it had already thrilled me to just dream and think of such a
destiny, how helpless I was to put up resistence when, with the arrival
of aunty Madge, these secret dreams were translated into reality. My
reluctance and resistance didn't disappear of course but it had always
lacked conviction as deep inside I knew very well that I secretly had
always wanted this. Even when she, to my absolute horror, first
mentioned that I should have a boyfriend and I was openly defiant of the
whole concept, deep inside I knew that in the end I would probably beg
her to make me go out with men. Madge knew me much too well, so this is
where we have arrived over 2 years later.........Timmy has just turned
18.
Timmy's Big day
"You're going to just love your new room up here, Tim dear," Madge said
said in her all too familiar taunting voice. "Now you have become such a
grown-up little lady with a boyfriend an' all, I've decided to get all
your things moved up from your old room and put them in your new and
much more befitting quarters so you'll be all set-up for your new life
in no time!" she added as we entered the large upstairs bath. Madge then
had me disrobe and put on a slinky silk kimono and fluffy bedroom mules
and sit on a little chair near the bathroom sink. She took a pair of
tweezers and quickly plucked my eyebrows into a perfect feminine arch!
She then put my head under the sink and began washing my hair. She then
applied a chemical hair dye that stung my scalp. "Your hair is so nice
and long and already such a pretty shade of blonde that it won't take
any work at all to get it into an even prettier, brighter blonde," she
said as she continued. She then washed out the dye and after drying my
hair with a towel until it was just damp, she had me sit at the sink and
quickly began cutting and styling my hair. I had already learned that
years back she had learned to fix and style hair, her skill was quite
evident now. It wasn't long before she had cut my now platinum blonde
hair into a totally feminine style that could never be made to look
anything like a boy's haircut without cutting it all off!
Things then went quickly. Madge had me sit at the bathroom sink once
again while she rummaged through some things. She found some hair
rollers and went to work on my hair. After she had nearly two dozen big
curlers wound tightly to my head she put a hairnet on me and plugged in
a hair dryer! She then started giving me a manicure and then fitted me
out with a set of glamour length salon nails! "These are permanent
unlike the stick on ones you wore before, darling. But I don't think
you'll be in a hurry to dress up as a boy very soon anyway," she said in
her most insincere amenable tone of voice, smiled sweetly and then
started lacquering them a bright, glossy red! She then gave me a
pedicure and after putting a pair of toe spreaders on each foot she then
painted my toenails the same red as my fingernails! Whilst I was under
the hairdryer Madge proceeded to get my things from downstairs and to
move them to the adjoining room. I had thought 'this' was to be my new
room but when I asked Madge she told me that this room would be sort of
be my boudoir, where a lady would retreat when she wanted some private
time. The room next door would be my actual bedroom as I would find out
later. I noticed the ingrained devious smile as she mentioned that she
would have a little surprise for me when I'd be all dressed up for my
'big day'. I had no idea what that was about but Madge obviously had
planned something. And although I had accepted that my darling aunt was
always right and always got her way, there was still a sense of both
apprehension and anxiety creeping up on me.
Without any more explaining of what she meant she proceeded to do my
make-up which included a pair of impossibly glamorous false eyelashes
and an obviously very 'kissable' glossy red lipgloss.
She then took of the hairnet off and started to take out the tightwound
big curlers one by one and carefully arranged and lacquered the
resulting mass of curls into the undoubtedly extremely feminine style
she had chosen for the occasion. A number of pretty white satin ribbons
and bows were then carefully braided into it. And although I hadn't been
given the chance to look in a mirror yet, the result had to be something
quite spectacular. Madge then helped me up from the stool and guided me
into the room where a number of bags from some very exclusive clothing
shops were waiting on the bed.
After slipping out of my robe, the first item she put on me was a tiny
string to tuck mylittle nuts and draw back my thingy. After some
adjusting the last clue to my original gender was now neatly out of
sight. Before fitting my developing little breasts in a pretty white
lacy push-up bra she had once again placed her electrode gadget (she
called it 'my electro clitty') on me. I was then laced tightly into a
brand-new white waist corset that was even tighter than the ones I had
worn before. It was lavishly adorned with lace and pretty satin bows and
had six straps to which a pair of the finest fully fashioned tan nylon
stockings were attached. For the next stages Madge had decided that I
should be blindfolded so I would only see the endresult when I was
'ready'. The blindfold was a sort of a black velvet visor so as not to
ruin my hair and make-up.
I was then sat down on the bed while Madge was gathering the rest of my
"exquisite vestments for the evening," First was a flimsy item that felt
as a extremely ellaborately decorated silk pair of french knickers. An
involuntary shiver went through through me as I felt them being drawn up
my nylon-encased legs to cover my girly derriere and neatly trimmed
pubic area. Even after all this time the feel of these sensuous silky
materials on my skin still intoxicated my now so weakwilled almost ditzy
mind... Of course Madge didn't miss any opportunity to push my buttons
and to force my urges and desires to "grow so wonderfully out of
controll" as she called it. If I hadn't taken the little orange happy-
pills earlier I may actually still have had reservations about tonights
procedures but the pills stopped ones inner conversation and didn't
leave any room for argueing. They were actually quite nice. Life was so
much easier and pleasant when decisions were made by others. Especially
when it was someone like Madge who was by nature always right and knew
what was best for me.
Meanwhile my beloved aunty had forced my feet into an undoubtedly
gorgeous pair of at least 5 inch stiletto heels (by now I hadn't worn
anything under 4 inch heels for months and I doubted if I still could).
She then ordered to raise my feet for a moment so she could help me into
my petticoats and naturally I obliged. The gown would probably be
something voluminous as the petticoats were floorlength and had several
deliciously slippery layers. By now I should have guessed I which
direction this was going but in reality I was still just meekly
following Madge's directions like the perfect obedient princess I was to
become....
Whilst all this was going on she kept telling me over and over how
beautifull and exquisitely feminine I was going to feel and how all the
men (and especially my 'boyfriend') would be totally at my feet. And the
weak impressionable debutante, I was being turned into, drank it all in
greedily and actually started to feel excited about Madge's plans for
me. "Now little lady, stand up straight and hold your hands over your
head so I can put your lovely dress on you."
Of course I obeyed instantly so when I stood there, almost shivering
with sweet anticipation, accompanied by the the delicious sounds of
rustling silks and tafetta, a cloud of delicate slippery fabrics was
lowered over my head and Madge zipped me up and carefully fitted the
rustling layers of the skirts over my petticoats. After doing some final
adjustments to my hair and adding some jewelry Madge decided to let me
see her handiwork and removed the blindfold. At first I thought my
vision was impaired untill I realised I was looking through a veil
I then got the shock of my life as I was made to walk over to the
triple, full length dressing mirror and Madge drew back the veil. I now
looked every inch like a living Barbie'Doll bride. She had been right, I
probably looked like every man's wet dream. The exquisite designer
bridal gown gleamed and rustled with every move I made.
It had a sweetheart neckline suggesting the beginnings of a pair of
little breasts, then went down to my small corsetted waist and flared
out in a very theatrical wide ballgown skirt with a bit of a train. My
arms were covered by diaphonous off the shoulder sleeves. It was
absolutely delicious. I was totally breathless, my whole body shook with
excitement as I stood in the middle of the room in an almost mesmerised
state of absolute delight. I could see the gleaming bright red of my
toenails shining through the reinforced toes of the sheer stockings
through the open toes of the white patent stiletto heels. My long
fingernails matched the gleaming red and my face, my own face was now
unrecognizable to me as Tim with my hair now a bright blonde and all
done up in ribbons and curls and with the jewelry and flawless makeup. I
must have stood there for minutes breathlessly admiring myself in the
mirrors whilst Madge stood behind me with a big smile of victory and
satisfaction on her face.
After a short while Madge once again lowered the veil over my face and
gestured me to follow her. "Well, I have another little surprise for my
beautifull princess. You didn't think I had my little lady all dressed
up for nothing, did you?
Madge then gently guided me to the adjoining room (my new bedroom?) that
had been decorated with huge bouquets of yellow roses and when I looked
up through my veil I imediately recognised my admirer mr.Braxton
standing there looking every inch the part in a very classy traditional
bridegroom suit (not a vulgar tuxedo but the sort that has a jacquet and
vest). Again a delightfull shiver went through me even before Madge once
again used her gadget on me. The memory of his ardent avances had been
enough to turn me on although Madge's efforts did make my romantic
desires even more urgent. I was quite overcome by the tender romantic
feelings I harboured for this elderly Cassanova. Madge steared me
towards him and put my beautifully manicured little hand in his. The
lovely elderly man's hand was almost shaking with excitement at my touch
and a look of lust, desire and admiration was writen all over his face.
He was almost drooling when he looked at me and he was smiling as if he
just won the lottery. It was so sweet.
"When I saw how you two got along at our lovely Christmas-party and how
there was love in the air, I decided that you two should be married. Of
course it's not strictly legal and Harold will still be living with his
wife in town part of the time for reasons of convenience but in every
other way you two lovebirds will be husband and wife." Madge paused for
a moment...
"Now. Do you Harold Joseph Braxton take Tiffany Benson to be your
perfect fantasy wife and promiss to love and cherish her and to guide
your beautifull bride into the final stage of womanhood she so craves
and deserves?..."
"I do..." old Mr. Braxton almost stammered in his obviously excited
state.
"And do you, Tiffany Benson promiss to take your boyfriend Mr.Braxton to
now be your husband and promiss to love, cherish and obey him as the
perfect little trophy wife you must become?"
And as if in a beautifull trance (which wasn't that far from the truth)
Timmy whispered, "Yes aunty, of course I do..."
"I now declare you to be man and wife and you Harold must now put the
ring on her finger and kiss your beautifull bride. I will then leave you
two lovebirds alone to celebrate your love and to fulfill your
matrimonial duties," she said in a suggestive tone of voice. I couldn't
wait so as soon as this darling man had lifted my veil to kiss me, I
virtually melted into my 'husband's arms in total surrender. Yes, I
really wanted him inside me right there and then. Feeling his warm
throbbing flesh inside my body as a final act of loving submission to
'him', my beloved 'lord and master'.
Mmmm, yes. Me, the blushing bride on my back in my beautifull wedding
gown, with my stockinged legs around my loving husband as he filled my
boypussy with his beautifull throbbing manhood and my pretty little
mouth with his thick muscular tongue. Deeper and deeper he slowly
thrusts into me, almost splitting me in two as I clutch the silk sheets
and beg him to continue. my words excite him more and he begins to
thrust even deeper and more urgently into me. By then I am panting and
squealing like a girl, covered in the femininity of the satin, lace and
tulle of my gown and petticoats, I begin to feel the last rests of my
boyhood slowly slip away with each thrust of his beautiful penis and me
slowly become more and more girl than I ever had ever felt. Then my
husband thrusts into me one final time and holds me still as he pumps
his warm seed deep inside of me, impregnating me - filling me
completely.
"Mmmmm..." I let out a long moan and shake my head as almost in
disbelief as I feel his manly fluids enter me, warming my little girly
heart. At that moment I felt so much like a girl that for a split second
I almost thought I would be getting pregnant. After some time I started
crying a little, like the girl I have become and layed back and basked
in the afterglow like the woman I've now become. Feeling my husband's
sperm swimming around inside of me, desperately looking for an egg to
impregnate. My husband has now truly taken my virginity.
He made me a woman, Mrs. Tiffany Braxton.
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