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Madge & Timmy : Resistance is Futile
When mrs. Madge Dubois told my mum she could cure me of my nasty habbits
and unwanted behaviours, she didn't tell her she actually considered
being an unruly adolescent boy an especially nasty habbit in itself...
And now, after almost two years under her matronly supervision, she says
i'm almost cured....Meanwhile mum and dad had gotten divorced and as mum
moved away to live with her new boyfriend and my dad had no time to take
care of a teenage son because of him working abroad most of the
time(well, that was what i was told at the time but i much later found
out that he had actually been commited to a psychiatric hospital after
having had a strange shady affair with Madge herself), it had been
agreed that i would move in with mrs. Dubois, who was seen as a pillar
of the local community, on a permanent basis. By then Madge's plans for
my gradual but inescapable transition from boisterous little Timmy to
demure young Tiffany had already been well established. To keep up
appearances, mrs. Dubois friends and relations were informed about how
she had, of course for purely charitable reasons, taken in her former
neighbours troubled adolescent son who's earlier rebellious behaviour
had turned out to actually have been caused by a tragic deeprooted
gender dissatisfaction. So in the end it looked as if she was just
helping a confused effeminate teenage boy to discover and accept his
true gender. The reality however was that mrs. Dubois was a seriously
cruel and depraved lady who just loved force-feminizing the pervy
crossdressing boy next door after catching me tryng on her pretty undies
and stockings. Few people knew that before becoming the very decent and
respectable mrs. Dubois, Madge had actually had a rather succesfull
career as a very exclusive upscale dominatrix under the name madame
M....
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And when Madge introduced me to her older brother Harold, who was a
rather stern-looking retired schoolmaster in his early sixties, i had no
idea she had already promissed him she would soon have me dreaming of
becoming his devoted ultra-feminine trophy bride.....
As usual Madge was probably right......
I had of course been so scared i was almost shaking with fear and
apprehension as this actually was the very first time i would be seen by
a man in my new role. Madge actually made me do a little curtsey for
this intimidating older gentleman who then showered me with compliments
on my appearance, femininity and general elegance. That immediately had
effect and i blushed profusely. Over time mr. Harold turned out to be
quite gentle and polite in his own belittling manner. He would always
adress me as young lady and in conversation usually referred to me as
our little lady. For some unknown reason i found this slightly
belittling attitude quite exciting as it seemed to confirm and finalize
my complete acceptance of my feminine nature. I started to revell in
showing of my effeminate little affectations to my stern masculine
admirer whom i of course still had to adress as Sir. I loved it.... I
really wanted him to belittle me, to treat me like the empty headed
submissive girlthing i portraied, his pretty little lady... There was
something so very sexy about surrendering myself willingly to the life
that had earlier been forced upon me.
Seeing the appreciating slightly dirty smile on mr. Harold's face when i
timidly tried out a particularly coquettish move or action would almost
make me wet my pretty panties. The first few times i was in his
presence, nothing really happened beyond some timid flirting and an
incidental furtive touch, it was all very formal and polite despite
there being a undeniable suppressed erotic tension in the air.
Meanwhile, much to Madge's approval, the situation had raised my
interest in dressing up as seductively as possible to seek his approval.
I pretended not to see Madge grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat
when i insisted on wearing my highest stiletto's, the tightest most
restrictive foudationwear and my prettiest dresses when Harold was
visiting. I also made an extra effort with my hair and make-up to show
my total compliance to being the desireable delicate ultra feminine
princess that Madge had forced me to become. It often feels like there
is this authorative inner voice that for some reason makes me do and
desire these experiences. The voice that seems to find an almost
sadistic pleasure in destroying all that is left of Timmy and it seems
to fully echo Madge's opinions and demands. It's of course also the
delightful silky feel of the clothes, the feminine fabrics, and how they
feel when i walk and move about and how they constantly seem to caress
my body when i'm wearing a particularly figurehugging slip or dress .
To feel how my garter straps pulled on my stocking tops, and how tight
the girdle is and how it molds me into a feminine shape. And how the
nylons shine and how slippery and silky they feel on my smooth legs and
how you can hear their swishy noises with each step as my smooth
feminine legs rub against each other. It is amongst others these
intoxicating sensations that gave Madge this power over me to begin with
and she exploited my weakness to the full as everything she allowed me
to wear now was exclusively made of slinky feminine materials like
nylon, silk, satin or taffeta.... Needless to say that anything that
even vaguely resembled boys clothes had been thrown out or even burned
ages ago.
So here i was again, dressed up to the nines in an exquisite impossibly
narrow and restrictive black taffetta skirt and an equally glamorous
creme satin blouse. Underneath i wore a pretty little padded push-up bra
that made the small fleshy mounds on my chest look like real boobies and
a beautiful high girdle with six suspenders that held up a pair of
shiney fully fashioned black nylons with perfectly straight seams. Of
course i wore a pair of extremely higheeled stiletto's and every strand
of my very feminine light-blonde hairdo was kept perfectly in place with
a liberal dose of hairspray. Sparkling glossy lips, glamorous false
eyelashes and a pair of pretty diamond earrings completed the look.
Madge was totally delighted. "Darling, you look absolutely perfect, my
brother will totally love you like this, so deliciously helpless,
delicate and ladylike, just how he likes it. And furthermore, now you
seem to like him so much, i think it would, from now on, be appropriate
to great him with a sweet little kiss...He'll like that.... Look honey,
i know that deep down you are still fighting your true nature but i'm
convinced your pretty little panties are straining to keep your little
thingie down in its silken prison every time you are in his presence. My
brother has that effect on the ladies" I was shure i was blushing
profusely as she had of course been right...."Look sweetheart, you just
stand close to him on tippytoes and give him a sweet little kiss on the
mouth, nothing wildly intimate of course as you know that in general i
don't much appreciate public displays of affection. Both me and my
brother just prefer to keep to a certain amount of decorum and
reticence, even in amorous matters like these. What you two get up to
when you are alone however is of course completely up to my brother.
Although mr. Harold will always behave like the perfect gentleman, a
masculine man like him still has needs and desires, especially when he
is in company of a very sexy young lady like you."
When Madge led me to the lounge where mr. Harold would be awaiting us i
was very nervous. Of course i had toyed with the idea but actually
kissing a man was still a step further than the last remaining bit of
Timmy could take but my Tiffany side was totally overjoyed at the
prospect and could barely wait to finally show mr. Harold my utterly
feminine devotion.
So when we entered the room and mr. Harold rose from his seat to greet
us, looking particularly imposing and handsome in a expensive
conservative suit and tie, i wasted no time and elegantly minced over to
kiss my mature dream-man on the lips just like Madge had told me to. Mr.
Harold had actually put his large muscular hands on my waist when our
lips met and it had felt totally wonderful. And when he reacted by
looking down on me with a superior little smile on his face and said: "
Thank you for that, darling, that was very very sweet.," i blushed
profusely whilst fluttering my eyelashes . It wasn't so much the whole
act itself that had sent my mind into a delicious turmoil as it was the
gesture of submission to this masculine older gentleman. In the company
of this real man i was constantly reminded that i was obviously destined
to be the fragile ultra-feminine princess that mrs. Dubois had insisted
i must become.
Madge was of course ecstatic over her latest victory and decided we
should have drinks. "As our little lady has been so deliciously
cooperative recently i think miss Tiffany is grown up enough to have a
drink with us now.... so Champagne it is."
So whilst the three of us had a glass of bublies and Madge and her
brother made polite smalltalk, i was still a bit giddy from earlier
happenings and acutely aware of the presence of the man i just kissed.
And he kept looking me over too with an expression of what looked like a
combination of desire and mild amusement on his face. Of course Madge's
conditioning had me reacting as amenable as possible to his manly
attention by timidly blushing and fluttering my eyelashes at him. And as
she predicted, unlike all outward appearances, i once again had a very
unladylike little bulge in my pretty little panties. I just couldn't
help it, even when i should probably be disgusted, this manly older man
seemed to push all my girly buttons.
So after finishing her second glass of champagne an obviously very
content Madge politely excused herself with the explanation that she had
an important call to make and had to leave us alone for a bit. When
Madge had left the room, mr. Harold sat down on the couch and padding
the place next to him gestured me to join him and of course i eagerly
complied and elegantly strolled over to the couch to sit down as close
to him as possible. "May i say you are looking extremely glamorous and
feminine today, darling." Upon which i again blushed and timidly mumbled
a, "Thank you, sir." He then smilingly asked me if that meant i would
give him another little kiss, with me of course nervously murmuring a
meek, "Yes sir," whilst looking up to him longingly. And then it
happened.... the first little kiss was still quite innocent but then i
felt his big hand slipping around my slender silken waist and he kissed
me again, this time more ardently and i hesitantly let his thick
muscular tongue slip into my mouth... The kiss seemed to last forever
and then came another and another..... And by then my arms were lovingly
resting on his shoulders and i was virtually rubbing my slender body
against him, his one hand still posessively holding me around my waist
whilst the other was gently caressing my smooth nylon-encased knee. I
was in a delicious trance....and we must have been making out like this
for almost twenty minutes or so when a polite knock on the door anounced
the return of Madge. Of course we hastily returned to a pose of
almostcomplete innocence although i must still have looked a bit
dishevelled when she entered the room and looked us over with a sly
knowing smile on her face. She then informed Harold he was needed
elsewhere for an urgent business matter and after allowing me to give
him a polite little goodbye-kiss she sent me off to fix my make-up. My
make-up wasn't the only thing that had to be fixed though as i had
obviously spontaneously orgasmed during the proceedings and had to clean
up down there too. Luckily Madge had me carrying an extra pair of
pretty knickers in my purse for just these kind off circumstances.....
Madge was of course completely ecstatic about recent happenings and
though nothing much was actually divulged about her future plans for me,
the fact that during the following days (my beloved mr. Harold would not
be visiting for at least a week) Madge had me studying every upscale
bridal catalogue and magazine she had been able to lay her hands on,
should have been a clue...........
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