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In The Beginning, Chapters 1 And 2 free porn video
In the Beginning. By Brenda Goodwin
@2018
We were on the way to drop dad off at the train for a quick business trip
to the city. I was maybe 9 or 10 years old. I loved going for the ride to
the train station. No, I wasn't enamored of trains. It was what was near
the station that made the drive so exciting for me.
I don't know when I first noticed it, maybe a couple years ago. The train
station was in the downtown area with shops lining the streets on both
sides. I could see it as we pulled into the parking lot. Just on the
other side of the tracks. A plain old brick storefront. Well actually the
entry was on the opposite side of the building, but on this side facing
the depot was that lovely lavender awning shading a large display window.
And what a beautiful display. Mannequins wrapped in the frilliest corsets
and lingerie imaginable. Smaller ones with oh so lacy constricting
girdles, Open bottom and long leg. Night gowns and stockings, petticoats
and bras and bustiers. All so colorful. So, so pretty and sexy, I was
practically drooling as I got out of the car.
Dad's train arrived all too soon and Mom shuttled us back home. I hope
she never noticed the tent in my pants when we left. Yes, I was hard but
at that age I really didn't know what it was all about. But I did know
that I wanted to be wearing all the pretty things in that window. I even
promised myself that as soon as I was old enough drive I would make that
store the first place I drove to.
My childhood was filled with all the normal things that kids did. Bike
riding, baseball, camping, etc. The usual small-town stuff. I did spend
more time playing with the girls in the neighborhood than my other
friends did, but it never seemed out of place at all. I liked being and
playing games with them. But I could never get the vision of that shop
from my mind.
A few years later I had a morning paper route to earn some money. The
papers all had to be delivered by 6 am. I hated being up that early, but
there weren't a lot of jobs for a 13-year-old and the other paper was an
afternoon route that messed up your after-school time. I got used to it
soon enough and it was kind of neat being out when no one else was
around. My friend Cindy lived at the top of the hill not far from my
home. Her house was one of the few that had two families in it. They had
a finished lower level with a private entrance that they rented out.
Walking to school one day she told me they had someone new moving in and
I may want to see if they wanted a paper delivery. I went by after school
and a very young woman in a nurse's outfit answered the door. I would
figure she was maybe 20 or 21 years old. About 7 years older than me. I
told her that I was the paper boy and asked if she would like home
delivery. She decided to take it all 7 days. She said she and her
roommate were nursing students at the local hospital and often worked
night shifts, asking me to be sure to put the paper inside the screen
door.
To drop their paper off I had to go down 4 steps and walk around to the
door. There was a small retaining wall with a clothes line next to it.
Sometimes sheets hanging there would be flapping in the wind as I walked
by. One windy morning as the sheets on the line were waving I noticed
something else on the middle line. 3 or 4 long-line and open bottom
girdles were hanging there with some other clothes.
After dropping the paper, I walked back between the rows of hanging
laundry drawn like a magnet to the shiny white nylon and spandex girdles.
I briefly felt one of them and felt myself growing oh so hard in my
pants. I freaked about possibly being seen and went and finished the
last half a dozen stops on my route and went home a jerked off before
school.
A couple weeks later I changed my route, so I would get to my favorite
stop while it was still almost dark out. I wasn't disappointed when the
next day the girdles were hanging out again. I grabbed one off the line
and slid down out of site behind the retaining wall. I rubbed it around
my face, feeling the sensuous fabric. I was hard as a rock as I pulled
down my pants and caressed my cock with it. It felt so good. But still
the fear of getting caught me so I stopped and went back to delivering my
papers.
It seemed to consume me and in bed at night I would jerk to the memory. I
never really thought about it being right or wrong for a boy to feel this
way. I just knew it felt so good it had to be right. Right?
The next time I saw the girdles on the line I grabbed a lacy long leg and
pulled off my pants and jockeys and slid the girdle up my legs and over
my hard cock till the top settled at my waist. It was fucking electric.
It felt like it was molded to my body. I knew I would cum if I even
touched my cock through it. I caressed it where it shaped my ass into a
more feminine shape. Then a light went on in the house. It was upstairs
where Cindy lived but I wasn't taking a chance and jumped back into my
pants, shoved my underpants in my paper bag and took off.
When I finished my route, I rushed home and changed for school hiding the
girdle in my room. I figured I would return it the next day. I never did
return it. I think I used it to sleep in and wank to until I wore it out.
I still checked out the line every day. I tried on an open bottom and
even an all-in-one style. I could not believe how feminine it felt. I
knew I wanted one of my own.
And then I decided that the next time I saw it I would own it. A week or
so later it was there again, right next to a matching black one. I almost
came in my pants. I slipped it into my paper bag, delivered my papers and
vowed never to do anything like that again.
I kept the route till the end of the school year. Yes, I looked at the
clothes line every morning but stuck to my vow not to touch it. Getting
caught would be too much to bear. And yes, we still had the occasional
trip to the train station where I kept a close eye on the window of the
lingerie shop.
A bit over 2 years later, the nursing students were gone and never let on
to knowing I had taken their garments. And I had finally gotten a
driver's license. I guess it was a bit too late though as when I finally
had the opportunity to go to that cute corset shop by the train depot
only to find that it had closed. I would have to check the "yellow pages"
to find others in the area that I could visit.
Chapter two.
Some years later.
I finished college and moved to a town about 60 miles north. I was 37,
had a degree and a well-paying job, a divorce and a nice 2-bedroom home
all to myself. I had kept my pony tail that I have had since college as I
thought of it as a bit rebellious, but also because I felt more girly in
my girdles with long hair. I was healthy, in good shape and generally
happy. All I needed was to figure out how to get a girlfriend. Well
really, I needed to figure out how to keep a girlfriend. I had the
interest of a few women after the divorce but nothing lasted too long.
The last one left me after we were making love one night and I slipped on
her panties when we finished. She flipped out about how men "can't" wear
panties, called me a freak and split. I did try to control my desires for
a time but kept getting drawn back to having pretty tight garments
caressing my body. So, I just started buying my own panties and girdles.
Usually shopping at out of town shops and discounters. I loved how smooth
they looked and felt especially with my cock tucked back between my legs.
I didn't go to the gym or on too many dates, so no one would really find
out what I wore under my pants anyway.
Although I didn't go to the gym I always tried to keep myself in good
trim. I would ride my bike a bit or go for a walk after dinner each day.
I played golf and other sports too.
One Friday I had an extra day off and was out on my bike and a dog chased
out of a yard after a cat. I tried to avoid it, hit a pothole and went
over the handlebars and ended up on the road. I pulled myself together
and made sure I had no broken bones. Everything seemed OK, but I was
bruised and had a pretty good cut on my knee. My front wheel was bent up
a bit, so I hobbled home and put my bike in the garage bike rack and
decided to go to the local hospital to have my knee checked out.
The wait at the emergency room wasn't too long and I was soon led to an
exam room. A nurse came in after a few minutes and said she would see to
my knee. She was about 30 yrs. and so pretty, with shoulder length
brunette hair and a gorgeous smile with beautiful teeth. I did get a
glimpse at her name tag though. "Nurse Conroy RN" it said. Her uniform
was a crisp standard white from cap to shoes but showed off her figure
well. She looked kind of familiar, but I couldn't recall how I could have
known her, so I just figured I was mistaken. The name certainly wasn't
familiar.
She told me to take off my pants, so she could examine my knee. As I
started to unbuckle my belt I remembered that I was wearing a panty
girdle under them and panicked.
"Can't I just pull my pant leg up?"
"Don't worry, we have seen many young men in their boxers here, just drop
them and get up on the table. There are other patients waiting!"
I did as I was told and with a deep blush got up on the table.
"Well now I can see why you hesitated," she smirked. "That's a pretty
girdle, Mister Skoba," she continued, with a little extra emphasis on the
"Mister" while looking at my name on the chart. "I once knew of a boy
that liked to wear girdles too. It's no big deal."
Feeling a little more at ease I climbed onto the table and she started
cleaning my wound.
"It looks like It won't need stitches, a couple butterfly bandages and a
good wrapping will take care of it," she told me. "But first let's send
you for an x-ray and make sure there is no damage to you knee."
"Yes Miss. Thank you. But can I have a gown or something to cover up with
for that?"
"Oh, that won't be necessary it's just a few doors down the hall and the
orderly will just roll you there. You won't need to get up."
I could see the orderly laughing to himself as he came in and rolled me
off to the x-ray room. The x-ray tech was very efficient and when she
finished said something about wishing she could get her hubby to wear a
pretty girdle like mine. I was blushing 4 shades of red at that plus the
fact that I was still tucked smooth in my girdle.
Nurse Conroy met me back in the exam room and said that she looked at the
x-rays with the radiologist and saw nothing broken or out of place. I was
told to get dressed while she got my discharge papers. She returned
shortly and had me sign a few forms. Then handed me a piece of paper with
an address on it.
"Your wallet fell out of your pants earlier and I took your driver's
license out of it Mister Skoba, or may I call you Brent? In any case you
can have it back by showing up at the address on that paper at 7PM. Don't
be late."
"Oh," as if an afterthought just struck her, "make sure you are still
wearing that girdle if you want it back!"
Dumbfounded, I pulled my wallet out and sure enough it was gone.
Everything else seemed to be in place and as I turned, almost angrily, I
heard her being paged and she was out the door in an instant.
What could I do? Should I complain to the hospital? I really didn't want
her to lose her job, but this was a bit odd to say the least. Then I
thought maybe she liked guys in girdles and wanted to fuck, maybe. Yeah
right. Some hottie older nurse is going to want a no experience guy like
me.
I headed home intent on having a light dinner and a shower before heading
over to the nurse's address to retrieve my license. Heck, I didn't even
know her first name. The address wasn't that far away. Maybe 20 minutes
if the traffic moved OK.
I arrived wearing the aforementioned girdle under a nice pair of slacks
with a polo shirt on top. Might as well present myself well, was my
thinking as to what I wore. I limped up to the door of her home in a
fairly upscale neighborhood and rang the bell noticing the nameplate over
the button. It read "Dr. & Mrs. Conroy". I never thought she might
married. What the fuck is up with this?
The apparent, Mrs. Conroy, answered the door still in her uniform. "Hi
Brent, come on in would you like a beer or something else to drink".
"White wine would be nice, thanks. But I would like to know why this
situation happened, but can't I just have my license and go".
Returning with the wine she told me, "Just relax a minute and let me get
out of this damn uniform and I will get it."
She returned a few minutes later in a knee length summer dress with my
license in one hand and another woman in her other hand.
"Have you met my wife Dr Conroy, Brent?"
A bit taken off guard I stammered out, "No, I don't think I have had the
pleasure." I arose from the couch to shake hands.
She had a strong grip and while still holding my hand in hers she
queried, "Are you sure you don't remember us Brent?"
"Well you are a very attractive couple, I am sure I would remember if we
had met before doctor."
"Just call me Lori. I am not at work now, and please sit down and make
yourself comfortable. After all, we are adults and it is Friday night. I
hope your knee is OK. Sandy told me about your little accident. And, your
pretty girdle." She grinned. "Why don't you take your pants off, so I can
see it too Brent."
'Really what's this all about? How come she took my license and made me
come here tonight?"
"Off with the pants first and you will get your answer and your license!"
she said in a way that said I better comply if I wanted answers or if I
wanted my license back. At least being tucked they wouldn't see how hot I
was getting as I stripped of my shoes and pants, quickly sitting back on
the couch.
"Get back up and do a little turn so I can see it all Brent. And let your
ponytail out so your nice long hair flows as you do it."
"Very nice look Brent, but you really should shave those legs if you are
going to wear pretty underthings. Now sit back down and listen
carefully."
"It's too bad your memory isn't as good as Sandra's, Brent. She said she
recognized you as soon as she saw you at the hospital. She called me as
you were in x-ray and we decided to get you here tonight for some
payback."
Sandra handed me another glass of wine and chimed in, "you still look
puzzled so let me refresh your silly brain. About 20 something years ago
we were nursing students living in a town about an hour from here. We
noticed after a while that some lingerie on our clothesline went missing
on occasion. Do you see where I am going with this Brent?"
They good finally see my brain connecting the events as a blush came over
my face.
"Oh my, that was so long-ago Sandra, I hadn't thought about that for
years."
"Do you know how violated that made us feel back then Brent? Thinking
some pervert might be watching us and was defiling our panties and
girdles. It was a surprise to find out it was our young paper boy doing
it. But it was still very wrong of you. Because you were so young we
didn't report you and ruin your life, but, we told each other back then
that we hoped we could someday have a chance for some payback and then
you limp into our hospital like a wounded puppy."
"And finally, here you are, ready to make amends after all these years."
"Look Doctor Lori and you also Sandra. I am sorry for causing you all
that stress years ago. I will pay you for the girdles if it will help OK.
So, can I have my license now?"
"Paying for them after all these years won't help now darling. We want
more from you now. Especially after seeing you are still wearing girdles.
We did a quick internet and background check on you. We know that you
live near here and are single again, and we have decided that you will be
our new sissy maid."
"We work hard and would enjoy having a servile sissy to help maintain
our home. We were even discussing it over drinks last week with some
friends. We just couldn't decide on just how we would find one. And then
you were so sweet to show up in Sandra's emergency room. Kind of like
fate, don't you think?"
"Take off your shirt Brent! Or should it be Brenda?"
"Too much hair there to be Brenda. We require all our girlfriends to be
hair free and that includes you. After all, you would love to be our girl
wouldn't you Brenda? What other female clothing do you own Brenda?"
"Just, just some panties and bras, and a couple other girdles Doctor," I
responded sheepishly.
"Well we will see that your wardrobe improves soon enough. I see that you
tuck yourself in your girdle Brenda, Isn't that uncomfortable? Why would
you do that, girl?"
"Well I thought it looked more feminine all smooth like that Sandra, I
hope its OK?"
"More than OK, you silly sissy. It will be required that you always
present a nice smooth man-less appearance. Now let's get you into the
shower and get rid of that body hair. Sandra will see that it is properly
done."
Lori poured herself a drink while Sandra led me through to the bathroom
and forcefully pulled my long leg vintage lace girdle off of me. She told
me to step in the shower and clothes my eyes and to put my hands over my
head.
Reminding me to stay still she pulled a blindfold over my eye then I felt
handcuffs fitted to my wrists attaching them to the curtain rod. I felt
her applying lotion to my body from below my blindfold to my toes. She
didn't miss a spot front or back including my bottom and genitals. I
couldn't help from getting erect as she covered me with the lotion. I
always wanted to get rid of my hair but never had the nerve. Afraid of
how it might look at the beach or gym. Now it was being removed for me. A
very hard squeeze of my sissy sack brought that under control rather
quickly. "You better learn to keep that soft if you expect to keep it
Brenda," I was informed.
"OMG, what the fuck have I gotten myself into I thought. But, these two
40 something women were hot and were OK with me in a girdle. Maybe I
should see what develops. It could turn into a real hot threesome if I
play my cards right.
As these thoughts played in my mind Sandra returned wearing a plastic
apron an gloves, turned on the water, and with a rough loofah started
scrubbing me down. She removed my hair from all areas leaving me smooth
as a baby.
She uncuffed me and told me to finish cleaning up and call her when I was
dry. She left the door open and could easily see if I touched my cock for
more than washing so I did as told and exited the shower and toweled off.
When I called, she told me to join her in the bedroom to get dressed. She
again blindfolded and cuffed me adding a collar around my neck that I
soon felt my cuffed wrists being fastened to.
"Just to keep you hands out of the way for a bit while I put some skin
treatment on you after that harsh hair remover cream. This will make your
skin feel so so smooth and help to keep that hair from growing back for
quite a while. In fact, as soft and light as your body hair was it may
not grow back at all."
"And you may want to avoid getting too excited while I do this Brenda.
You know I warned you about that in the shower," she said softly as she
was working the cream into my legs.
If she would just rub it in instead of caressing me as she did it I could
maybe stay soft. Instead of listening to me my cock started to get hard
and I felt a hand that must have been Lori wrapped on my sack.
"Eeowwww, oh fuck that hurts," I screamed out from the pain, as again my
cock shrunk.
As I settled down I heard Lori remind me, "You were warned Brenda, now
keep it soft like you were told. Remember, I am not just a doctor but a
very skilled surgeon as well. You should keep that in mind if you wish to
keep that thing."
"Yes," Sandra chimed in, "and that potty mouth is going to cost you
later. You will learn that good girls don't use language like that. In
the mean time maybe this will help," and she stuffed what appeared to be
a pair of panties into my mouth silencing me.
Sandra continued, but stopped at my thigh tops. She then started working
down from the my neck and was nearing my crotch and I was dreading it. I
tried to think of the baseball standings, or what the republicans were
trying to screw up. Anything to take my mind away. But soon her hands
were caressing my ass. As one hand reached around and started on my cock
and balls I felt a finger probing my ass and my cock went stiff
immediately.
Crack! Crack!
I felt two vicious blows of what I later found out to be a riding crop
crashing onto the head of my cock. I fell to my knees in pain, the panty
gag muffling most of the stream of curse words I was trying to yell.
They pulled me back to my feet and told me to stay still, warning of more
severe punishment if I moved again. My cock was held out by Sandra as
Lori continued with her crop. Top and bottom, head and shaft until tears
were streaming from my eyes.
Lori's soft voice whispered into my ear as she continued with her crop.
"Oh my little girl is crying like a baby at the hands of her new owners.
Isn't that sweet Sandra?"
Sandra laughed in agreement as Lori then asked me If I was sorry for my
past behavior. I quickly nodded my agreement and she asked if I was sorry
I had a cock. Again I nodded yes.
"Good girl Brenda. You are learning it seems. From now on you don't have
a cock. It will only ever be referred to as your "sissy clit"."
After I had calmed down a bit and my tears were tenderly wiped away,
Sandra removed the blindfold. I saw my sissy clit was all bruised and
felt very sore. Lori squeezed something from a tube onto the bottom of my
clit and pulled it between my legs while telling Sandra to get the girdle
from the bed and help me into it.
It was high waisted with a thong back and Sandra reached in and tucked my
balls up inside me as Lori held my sissy clit back. Once it was on and
smoothed they told me how pretty I looked. I fact I loved how sexy and
snug i felt in it.
"And just so you don't try and pull anything the wrong was, Brenda, I
coated your clitty with a very strong surgical cement that will keep it
tucked for quite a while. I do have a solvent for it but I don't plan to
use it until you are properly trained. You will now be able to wear nice
sheer panties and even a bikini and look totally smooth. But you wont
really be able to play with it like a dick anymore.
"What do you mean I wont be able to play with it Miss Lori?"
"Well just think of it as a chastity device, and when you are trained
properly I will use the solvent to release it if you want. Just remember,
if you don't do as you are instructed, not only does your punishment get
harsher, but you don't get the solvent. And without it, the cement will
become permanent in about 28 days."
My jaw dropped open at that.
"Oh don't look so shocked Brenda. You know that you have always wanted to
be a sissy to a dominant woman. Now your dreams will come true. Pretty
clothes to wear all the time, nice long painted nails. And maybe even
pretty b cup breasts of your own to help with your figure. And two
beautiful Dommes to motivate and control you," added Sandra with a smile.
"You know, sometimes fantasies are best left alone Brenda. Some people
find the real thing is not as much fun. But for you, my little sissy
girl, you no longer have a choice," said Lori as she clicked off a few
pics with her phone. Not only are your fantasies going to become real you
will be begging for them to happen and so much more".
"This is going to be so much fun Lori. She will be like a little doll we
can dress up. We will have maid, a sissy bitch, even a little baby girl
if we want and she will do it all with a smile on her face and stripes
across her ass.
They then dressed me in a bra to match my girdle and a girls t shirt and
some skimpy hot pants that were so snug I had a "camel toe" showing in
front. The had some cork wedge sandals for me to put on as well.
A light touch of mascara and shadow and a deep red lipstick were added
and Sandra brushed out my hair and turned up the ends with a curling
iron.
She handed me a small purse in which she had placed my license, wallet,
keys and whatever she found in my pants pockets telling me I was to go
home dressed as I was and to return Sat morning at 10 am in the same
outfit and be prepared to spend the weekend in training.
I started to protest being made to go out like that but the look in their
eyes told me I would not win the argument. I would be able to drive into
my garage unseen my main thoughts being how I could replace the makeup
when I returned to their house and how I was going to be able to jerk off
that night.
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