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THE GIFT
1/
Steve......he refused to think of himself as Stephanie.......spent the
weekend terrified by what he would have to wear to work the following
week. Every day until Mistress Brianna visited him at the office. He
stared at his reflection, convincing himself that nobody would notice,
and remembered what had happened.......
2/
After their lunch-time appointment he had been disappointed not to close
the deal. Mistress Brianna had told him she was close to making a
decision and that she would visit him next week in the office with her
answer.
She had then told him to wash up the dishes and put them away.
She found him in the kitchen, day-dreaming. She probably thought he was
wishing himself out of this mess, but truth be told he was fascinated by
what was happening. This woman, whose life he had intruded upon in a
terrible manner, actually seemed to be fulfilling a dream he had long
forgotten about. To be made to dress in women's clothing, to act in a
feminine manner.
She handed him a bag, disturbing his reverie, and told him not to open
it until he got home.
"When I visit to give you my order, if you are not wearing this item as
well as the lingerie you stole, I'll request to deal with somebody
else."
"Come on," he protested. "This is my sale and-"
She walked from the room, refusing to listen to him.
"Where are you going?"
She returned seconds later, holding out a red lipstick.
"You'll also be wearing this lipstick."
"Please don't-" he begged. "Please Mistress Brianna. I'll wear what's in
the bag, but the lipstick will be too obvious."
She smiled.
"Better," she told him, keeping the lipstick for now. "Go. I'll see you
next week."
3/
He had finally gathered the courage to open the bag.
There was a note on top, the hand-writing fluid and soft. The paper was
trembling in his fingers as he read:
Dear Stephanie,
I had to guess your size, but I used to have a good eye for this kind of
thing. It arrived this morning; just in time for our appointment. You'll
wear it every day in work next week, as well as my lingerie. Whether you
are in the office or out on appointments with potential clients.
If you are not wearing it when I visit......You can't even begin to
imagine what I'll do to you, so don't test me.
See you soon.
Mistress Brianna xx
He read it several times and then finally reached into the bag. The item
was wrapped in decorated paper. Pink hearts on a pastel background.
Everything reinforcing his new, girly nature. Something he hadn't
thought about for so long, until that fateful day when he saw her dirty
lingerie in the hamper.
He opened just the edge, peeking inside. His finger slipped in. Soft.
More lingerie? No. She had said to wear the set he had stolen so that
didn't make sense. God, he hoped it wasn't a skirt or a dress. How could
he wear something like that to the office?
He ripped the band-aid off, quickly tearing through the paper to find
a.......blouse.
Okay. He could do this. It was quite plain. There was a delicate floral
design, but in the dim light of his apartment it seemed very subtle.
Jesus. Laura Ashley. Another designer label. This one known for its
iconic flowery clothing. She had obviously chosen this item very
deliberately for him. The name alone evoked so much.
But, the bottom line was, it might just pass as a shirt. Sure, the cut
was feminine, and he probably wouldn't have a chance at hiding the bra;
the buttons were backwards and shiny. But, he kidded himself, there was
no way people would see it as a girly top. They would just think he
enjoyed wearing women's underwear.
He started to blush at that thought, and prayed they wouldn't notice he
was wearing a blouse. No, he screamed in his mind; it's a shirt. Believe
it, and so will they.
He decided to test his theory.
He hooked the bra behind his back, getting good after practising for an
hour or so.
It was something he used to be able to do with ease when he cross-
dressed regularly. In those days he had often day-dreamed about seeing a
Mistress. He'd even typed emails to a couple, but then dithered about
sending the message and chickened out. Once or twice he'd called, but
then hung up. He'd eventually found the courage and sent emails, several
of them, but then ignored the kind and considered responses he'd
received. Back then he'd probably be viewed as a time-waster because he
doubted he would ever actually go through with a session.
That didn't seem so bad, but, he thought now, being a Mistress was a
livelihood. Would he be happy if somebody strung him along, even if not
deliberately, about a sale? He had acted like a jerk and now karma had
bit him on the ass. Hard.
So, in the most unexpected manner, he had found a Mistress who wanted to
play games with him. And because of what he had done --- taking her
lingerie --- not only did she want to play with him, she was pretty much
insisting on it. And he had found it very easy to fall in line and do
her bidding......So far. Deep down, it was something he always wanted.
But how could he go to work in lingerie and a blouse? Well, the lingerie
would hopefully be easier because Anna had already caught him wearing
the bra. He hoped she hadn't shared it with anybody, but who knew?
Especially now she was throwing her hat into the promotion ring. It was
an embarrassment she might use to get ahead. But the blouse.......
He slipped it on, turning like a dog chasing its tail, to check how it
looked. The mirror didn't help much because it wasn't full length. But
at least it gave him an idea.
Together, the bra - even without any form of padding - and the blouse
gave the illusion of small breasts. Crap on a stick, he thought. There
was no way to hide that. If he wore a pullover to hide the mounds he was
sure Mistress Brianna would call it as a cheat and punish him even more.
Still, except for the breasts, it might still look like a shirt.
He buzzed for Kelsey, his landlady, on the building intercom. She had
seen him in the bra, so that side of things wouldn't faze her. He wanted
a genuine reaction to the blouse.
After a moment: "What's up, Sugar?"
"Please, you know it's not like that," he began.
"Oh, it is," she laughed. "Really, though, I'm busy right now. How can
your friendly neighborhood landlady help you today?"
"Can I pop down for just a second?" he asked. "It won't take long.
Please......"
He told himself off. He didn't need to beg to see her. If she said no,
that would be that and he'd just take his chances in the office.
"Sure. You know where I am. Just knock on the door. Kelsey, out."
He looked at the intercom for a second. She seemed in a good mood.
Except for his late rent payments they had always gotten along, but now
that seemed like a problem, with the threat of eviction looming. The
swimming pool sale to Mistress Brianna would put an end to that.
He pulled on a pair of jeans and sneakers and checked the mirror one
last time. The blouse actually looked pretty good on him. He really
liked it.
He walked to the door. He still couldn't believe he was actually about
to go out wearing a blouse. When he used to cross-dress he had never
even dared leave his home.
He gripped the handle firmly, stopping his trembling fingers. He opened
the door and peeked out. All clear. He took several deep breaths, headed
for the elevator, walking quickly, too quickly. When he slowed his gait
became awkward. If anybody saw, he would just draw more attention to
himself. Walk normal, he chastised himself. You're wearing a blouse, not
high heels.
He reached the elevator and boarded it. Thankfully empty. Started down.
What if that was next? Heels? Where would she stop? And what would she
do to him? So far, he realised, he had created his own humiliations, but
stepping out and working in the blouse......That was her first real move
in the realm of forced feminisation, regarding him. What else did she
have in mind for him? And having yearned secretly for this years ago,
would he go through with it? Did he have a choice after stealing from
her?
The elevator doors parted and he headed to Kelsey's apartment. She
opened it on the first knock. Managed to maintain a good poker face.
"I....." he began, realising he had not thought through what he was
going to say or do. How foolish was this? "I got a new shirt for work.
Just wondered what you thought?"
Kelsey smiled sweetly. Poor dear, she thought. First, she had caught him
in a bra. Now he wanted to go to work wearing a blouse. Another top end
purchase while he wasn't paying the rent.
"Looks.....pretty," she said. "It almost passes for a shirt."
"Almost?" he gulped.
"Look, Steve," she began, "you've shared something with me that I guess
is pretty special to you. I don't mind helping you out, but that's a
blouse. Flowery, too. No doubting it."
"But the pattern's discrete," he argued.
"In the right light. But in the wrong light, it's very floral. You sit
in your office like that under florescents and everybody you meet will
know exactly what you are wearing."
"The bra? You mean the bra, right?" he said, starting to panic. "Anna
already knows about-"
"Oh, so I'm not the only girl you're sharing this with?" Kelsey asked,
playing with him.
"Yes. No. Anna saw it, just like you. She's the Office Manager and-"
"That must be awkward. Your boss knowing how you dress," she grinned.
"She's not my boss," Steve protested.
"But what if she was? I wonder what dress codes she would-"
"Look," he said cutting her off, actually dreading the idea now that
Anna could very realistically become his manager. Dress codes? She
wouldn't dare. Would she?
"Steve," she giggled, "I'm just messing with you. But that bra, in that
blouse, is obvious. It looks like you have a nice pair of B cup boobs.
But on the plus side, the blouse really is gorgeous. Something a real
lady would wear."
"I can't go to work wearing this," he stressed. "What if people see-?"
"Everybody will see," she said, having a little fun since he couldn't
stop spending while she waited for his rent. "And I mean absolutely
everybody. Women and men."
"Oh, boy. Do you like it?" he asked, trying to find some comfort, aware
that he had somehow ended up in the deep ocean with a shark for company.
Kelsey looked down at herself. Ripped, plaid shirt; tatty cut off
shorts. Not a hint of make-up. Tomboy all the way.
"It looks pretty on you," she managed, throwing him a bone. "I'm sure
you'll be the talk of the office when you go in on Monday."
4/
So, he spent the weekend terrified. He kept trying the lingerie and
blouse on; repeatedly tried to convince himself that the bra couldn't be
seen, that the floral pattern was subtle and wouldn't be noticed.
He found his hard penis several times and satisfied himself over and
over, fantasizing about what would happen on Monday, what people would
say and do. Anna, particularly, who already knew he had worn a bra to
work and toyed with him a little.
Emotionally, he was on a rollercoaster.
He distracted himself from the clothes by researching Mistress Brianna.
Her website --- https://briannagames.wixsite.com/homeofhumiliation ---
had appeared almost a year ago, offering all kinds of email games and
support for cross-dressers. There were interactive stories, where cross-
dressers could play the lead role, making decisions that controlled the
narrative; typical games of assignments enhanced by role-playing.
Discounted sessions and other activities such as period play and year-
long experiences. She offered support for cross-dressers, but also
seemed to enjoy humiliating submissives privately and publicly.
He wondered why she didn't session in person. A brief image.....that
scar on her breast......a minor flaw in her graceful beauty.......Surely
it couldn't be that. How had that happened? Had somebody actually done
that to her? Hurt her?
He started to dig deeper.
It seemed all traces of her before then had either never existed, or had
been deliberately eradicated.
She obviously had great control over him. Was assured in what she was
doing. The way her lovely toe, nail red and shining in the sun, had
nudged the lettuce she had dropped towards him. Just enough to tell him
wordlessly to.......Eat it. And he had, despite it being on the ground,
around her feet which he now realised he wished he could have kissed
there and then near her hot tub.
God he wanted her and believed, privately at least, that he'd do
anything she asked.
She was practised in her ways.........He was sure she had previously
offered more than games via email.
He drifted to sleep on Sunday night wondering what had happened to her,
wanting to help her. Was she damaged? Then, surely a mis-placed notion
of wanting to be with her........quickly ejaculating as he stroked and
pumped, within her for fleeting seconds as he moaned and
groaned........ready to do anything for her.............
5/
I worked for a while in my favorite part of the secluded parkland at the
back of my property. I prepared several emails that sat in a queue until
the netbook reconnected with my wi-fi. A few unaware girls were going to
have a fun day completing assignments and reporting in on their
humiliations.
At lunch-time, I ate the small picnic I had prepared and then lay on my
back, looking up into the beautiful light filtering through the canopy
of trees. The sun was high in a cloudless, blue sky, sometimes warming
my face as branches shifted in the small, cooling breeze.
I closed my eyes and my thoughts soon turned to Stephanie, and what I
intended to do to him. How far would I go? The dynamics of my game had
already shifted slightly in the opening moves.
It had began as a punishment when he stole my lingerie. What would
probably have been a mild, but very humiliating game.
After we had eaten our salads during his swimming pool sales pitch he
had told me about wearing my bra and panties to his work. That his
Office Manager, Anna, had discovered the straps of the bra; and his
landlady, Kelsey, had actually seen the lace cups between the buttons of
his shirt.
To be caught once might be unfortunate. But for two women to uncover his
secret within hours indicated that he might want to be seen. Three women
if you included myself. Not only had he stolen from me, but when he
returned to try and close the deal he had actually had the audacity to
wear my Caroline Randell set.
So, between his own actions and the way I tested him during lunch, I
came to a logical conclusion. He was more compliant than I had expected.
He wanted to play. So what I had planned to be a mild punishment would
be much, much more.
Under the trees, becoming mesmerized and lost in the dancing light, I
closed my eyes.
It was daunting, but I was going to have to play with him in person more
than I thought. I didn't know if I was ready yet after........
I felt tears in my eyes. The incident? The Bad Thing? Any word other
than......Say it, I told myself.
Since my rape --- that vicious betrayal by a client who had been playing
a game of his own that I didn't even realise I was a participant in ---
I had barely functioned as a person, never mind as a Mistress. I had
turned my back on the world. Hid from everything.
I built a new website, creating literary and interactive games for
clients old and new. Until now, those games had been my gateway into the
world. A window I dared not open or go through, despite requests from
clients to session in-person.
So, I longed to punish Stephanie for his violation of me, for taking and
wearing my clothes, but if he was compliant it could not be the mild
ideas I had originally planned for him. If he was genuinely submissive
and enjoyed the games, I would have to find his boundaries and limits
and push him through them. He still had to be punished for what he had
done.
I never knew what the other Mistresses had done to the rapist. But I had
a void in me because I had not been a part of it; a black hole that I
needed to extinquish from my psyche. Perhaps Stephanie would serve that
purpose. I didn't intend to hurt him, but knew that I might.
I started to tremble at the realisation that I would have to return to
the world if I was to do this. A couple of tears slipped out. I was
afraid. Scared of what might happen out there. Where had the strong
woman I used to be gone? How could I find her again?
Perhaps these games with Stephanie would mean more than I ever knew. If
they set me free from my torment, the prison walls I had built around
myself both physically and mentally, I would push him until he gave in.
And then keep pushing.......
I reached for my cell and called Andi, a caring Mistress who I'd had a
lot of fun with over the years. She was a good friend. Family.
After the rape, particularly because of the duplicity involved, a
vicious predator performing the role of a submissive to perfection, she
and several other Mistresses had sought him out. Baited a trap and
captured him.
Andi told me they had devised their own punishment, but I was too scared
to hear what had happened. I certainly couldn't face him. Then.
But now was different. Now I had to stand up to him, shout and scream in
his face. Let him know he could not hold me back. That he hadn't beaten
me. I might be able to step out, but without confronting him he would
always haunt me. It was a ghost I needed to rid my mind of and the only
way to do that was to see him. Show him I had survived.
"Hi Sweetie," Andi said. "How are you holding up? Do you need anything?"
I heard a squeal in the background. Then a whisper: "Shut up, bitch.
This is the one person I would let interrupt a session."
"I'll call back," I said.
"Don't worry. I'll treat this sissy extra special when we're done."
I smiled, picturing that sissy. Perhaps bound. Certainly enduring some
kind of physical torment by the sound of it. She was about to have a
very good time thanks to my interruption.
I swallowed deeply. "Can I see him?"
"Are you sure?" Andi asked. "It will take a few days to put together."
"Yes. I-I think I'm-I'm ready, Andi," I cried, tears escaping with ease.
"I've met somebody and I can't live like this any longer and-"
"Baby, it's okay. You're okay." Andi actually laughed. "I've been
waiting a year for this call, Sweetie. Do you want me to bring him to
you?"
"No. I'll visit you."
"Good girl," Andi said. "Good for you. I can't believe this. I'm so
happy. I can't wait to see you."
"Okay, okay," I said, brushing tears from my cheek. "Don't pop the
champagne just yet. Let's see what happens this week."
I said I would call to arrange a date and time towards the end of the
week and then told her I loved her.
"I know," Andi told me. "Back at you."
I said goodbye and closed the connection, letting my thoughts turn to
Stephanie to distract myself from the disturbing, upcoming visit with
Andi. The things I started to plan for him. Poor, poor Stephanie who was
probably terrified at the thought of going to work in a blouse.
We're only just getting started, I thought.
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