Neighbourhood Terror to Sissy pt 1
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(Hello everyone, I am so happy to see a lot of you enjoy my story, all
the great reviews and nice comments mean a lot to me and I hope you'll
all like this next part just as much. It is posted rather quickly after
the last one, but this won't always be the case. It highly depends on
the time I have at hand as well as what story I favour working on. Thank
you all for understanding.)
Chapter 2
When Mark woke up the next day his parents were already gone, as usual.
He was no early riser after all. He made some breakfast, gamed a bit
made lunch and went to the skate park. There didn't seem to be any signs
that flyers or anything like that had been spread much to his relief.
Yesterday had certainly been a scare, maybe it had just been a cruel
prank. After all it had been embarrassing but all things considered not
that much worse than what his girlfriend had made him do over webcam. As
the day passed by Mark managed to cast those humiliating memories out of
his thoughts, and by the time he walked home he didn't even think about
what had happened anymore.
It all came crashing back when he saw another brown envelope laying on
the doorstep, his heart started racing and in panic he snatched it up
quickly stepping inside. Mark hadn't needed to read his name on it to
know it was meant for him. The moment he did though he was horrified to
find it addressed to, "Sissy Mark". What if any of his neighbours, or
the mailman saw this envelope? They would surely have questions. What if
they would decide to open it? That would most probably be a disaster.
Mark took the envelope to his room nervously. He didn't know what was in
it, did he even want to know? Considering the way it was addressed he
probably wouldn't like the contents at all. Most of all he just wanted
to burn and forget about it. If he did that he would be royally screwed
though he wouldn't know what his blackmailer expected of him, not that
he wanted to. The last thing he wanted was to play that sick bastards'
game any longer, a one time off had been more than enough. Those flyers
though, no matter how much he hated the idea of putting up with another
potential task. It was still probably preferable to those flyers and
that website being spread. If those ended in the wrong hands with all
the insinuations made he might even get raped.
He had always been the kind of guy to envision doom scenarios and right
now that wasn't helping his case at all. With dread he decided the best
thing would just be to get this over with and so he reluctantly opened
the envelope dumping the contents on his bed. Mark was horrified to see
a plastic Ziplock bag with what looked like grey cotton fabric inside, a
pile of bright baby blue fabric judging from the silky looking fabric
and the lace he guessed these were panties. Last but not least there was
a note.
"Hello again Sissy,
Yesterday I told you that a good sissy always obeys and well I have to
say it really appears as if you are very motivated to be a good sissy.
Anyways, I am sure you are just dying to find out what you must do next.
I bet you have been looking forward to this moment all day and rest
assured, I just know a big sissy like you is going to love this.
If you are reading this note I guess that means you have also found my
other two gifts. One is a new pair of panties for you, seeing how much
of a sissy you are, I bet you can't wait to try them on. The second
thing is a pair of boxers. Here is what you are expected to do.
- Put on the panties, they are to stay on all evening and night, in fact
all the time you are at home you will spend in your room wearing nothing
but the panties I demand you wear that day. This also means when you are
sleeping.
- Like last time all curtains stay open, at least until you decide to
sleep.
- Once again you are supposed to read a fashion magazine for at least an
hour.
- Just before going to bed you are required to pull the boxers over your
head, the crotch part covering your face. Like that you are required to
masturbate to climax in your panties. You don't clean them, you just
sleep in them. First thing in the morning you are to repeat masturbating
just like this once more.
- After your morning masturbation you are to hand wash both the panties
and the boxers. The panties should be hung in you room to dry. The
boxers are to be put back in the Ziplock bag and be left out on your
front porch like that.
- If you are going out that's then end, if you plan to stay in however
you put on a fresh pair of panties.
Just for your info, those aren't just instructions for today. From now
on those are the rules you need to follow. As always, good luck and have
fun sissy.
PS. The copy centre let me know that they have received my order of 2000
flyers. It is in processing as you read this. So if you know what is
good for you I suggest you follow these rules to the letter or I might
be inclined to start spreading the flyers on arrival. I could also just
give them to the local post office to be spread as advertisement, one
for each household in your and the surrounding neighbourhoods."
Mark's head was spinning, his stomach was in knots and he had gone
completely pale by the time he had finished reading the note. Like
yesterday he could somewhat convince himself that wearing those panties,
while very humiliating wasn't that much worse than what he had done so
far. Those boxers were a whole different beast however. The insinuation
the Ziplock bag made as well as the order to hand wash them made Mark
fear the worst. He had nearly made up his mind to follow the orders
except that one when he read about the flyers. Someone ordering 2000
flyers was very serious of spreading them and the way of spreading
suggested was the worst he could imagine. Everyone he knew and
encountered would find out. The chance that there wasn't at least one
pervert who might use the info on the flyer, over a total of 2000
households was also very small in Mark's mind.
He felt sick but trapped. Following those rules to the letter would be
the only way he could kind of salvage this mess and he knew it. Slowly
he stripped completely naked and slipped on the panties. The material
felt quite slippery on his soft cock. To his despair the panties fit
perfectly as well. His cock was not supposed to fit in panties he
thought mournfully as he looked at himself in the mirror. The panties
where bright baby blue all over, they were made in a hip huggers style
with a slippery front and a back nearly entirely in lace. In the front
sat a small satin bow as well.
They made Mark blush profusely. Somehow the fact that those weren't his
girlfriends' panties, that he could only really think of them as his
made this so much worse. At least these didn't seem to ride up his crack
but they still snuggly hugged his buttocks which was about just as bad.
To Mark it all looked embarrassingly feminine even if in reality the
whole thing was rather unsightly with his pubic hair poking out he
didn't have much body hair yet but the hair on his legs and pubic area
was quite pronounced.
It took a moment for Mark to come back to his senses. He was stuck in
his room wearing nothing but panties. Usually he had no problems keeping
himself busy, but this was way different. He felt nervous like he was
being watched even if he had seen no one when checking his windows for
his possible blackmailer. Eventually he decided to just start reading
that damn fashion magazine again. At least it would be one thing that
was out of the way.
Unlike yesterday he actually started reading right away this time.
Fashion was boring but just staring at a paper not doing anything for an
hour was even more boring. Having read intensely he was actually glad to
notice the hour had flown by. The topic wasn't interesting, but he had
had something to do which made this part bearable. Combined with
yesterdays Reading he had pretty much finished the entire magazine.
He had only put aside the magazine for a minute worrying about what to
do next when his mom called out that the dinner was ready. Shit dinner,
was he allowed to wear boxers now? It was still in the house, so he
doubted it. He couldn't go down to his parents wearing panties, though
could he? Mark was torn between ditching the panties or not. If he did
that might mean those flyers getting send though and he couldn't risk
that. Eventually he just decided to keep them on under his other clothes
hoping his parents wouldn't notice.
Sitting at the dinner table made him feel extremely self conscious. He
could feel the presence of the panties all the time which in turn made
him feel like they were very noticeable. It felt like it was only a
matter of time before either his mom or dad called him out on it, Mark
thought while cautiously eating his meal. When his mom did address him,
he had a small panic attack. Luckily she only asked if he was feeling
alright since he looked somewhat tense. A question Mark quickly waved
away saying he felt good. It was a big relief to get that question
instead of the one he had been fearing. The rest of the meal passed by
without further incidents. To his huge relief no one at home had
noticed.
With dinner over he instantly ran up to his room feeling relieved. A
relief that didn't last long when he realised he should really strip in
order to keep his blackmailer happy. Like that Mark was once again
wearing just the baby blue panties he despised. To think that he would
have loved seeing these on his girlfriend was rather disturbing as well.
It was still early in the evening and Mark had nothing to do anymore,
nothing but that masturbations session he dreaded. That was only just
before going to sleep though and it wasn't even near time to do so.
Normally he gamed with his friends, but he was kind of scared that they
would somehow find out about his situation if he did so. He knew it was
stupid, yet he had this nagging feeling they would somehow find out.
Eventually he ended up just playing a single player game until it was
bedtime.
Mark had waited as long as he could to head to bed, but he was really
tired by now. It was later than usually all cause he wanted to avoid
what he knew was required of him. The thought alone of those boxers made
him feel sick, but the time had arrived. It was either this or never
showing his face to anyone who lived remotely close ever again. Not even
his parents. He would be all alone on the run if those flyers got
spread.
This is for the best, he tried convincing himself while taking the
Ziplock bag of boxers and reluctantly opening it up. Feeling sick he
picked the boxer shorts out of the bag and held them up surprised that
they were huge. It looked like Mark could easily fit into them twice.
Worse even was the fact that they were definitely worn. They smelled
even when held at an arm's length and Mark recognised the dried white
material in the crotch all to well. He had thrown many pairs with the
same stains in the laundry.
"Come on Mark, you can do it, just close your eyes and get jerking. It
will be over before you know it." He said out loud to his reflection.
Mark normally never spoke to himself but right now he really needed the
extra courage it gave him. He already felt sick just thinking about what
he would do. The boxers smelled terrible and the smell wasn't even that
strong yet. This was just the worse Mark thought as he laid down on his
bed.
He took a deep breath before reluctantly pulling the boxers over his
head, the crotch part covering his face as instructed. Mark nearly lost
it when he felt the white crusts against his face, but he started to
masturbate anyway. He jerked as fast as he could all the while holding
his breath somehow hoping he could avoid breathing, but due to the
intense effort he had no choice but to breath in after only a few
seconds. When he did the smell instantly made him gag. Tears shot in his
eyes and he had a real hard time not throwing up. The smell of these
nasty boxers was a really strong one up this close. It smelled of
someone's sweaty musky balls mixed in with the smell of stale cum and a
hint of urine. The smell was overpowering and made his head swim while
he violently gagged, tugging at his still soft cock in his panties.
It took Mark a while until he was able to breath without gagging, and
even longer until he finally managed to get hard. All of this on pure
physical stimulation and willpower since the intense humiliation and the
nauseating smell kept him from feeling good mostly. In the end it took
him nearly an hour total, first to get over the gagging, then to finally
get hard and finally to shoot his wad in his new panties.
As soon as he was done he threw the boxers away as far as he could, he
was mortified and exhausted, yet sleep didn't come easy. He was still
too much in shock about what he had just done that he laid there wide
awake, the sticky panties serving as a horrible reminder of his nasty
deeds. The fact that he had to do this all over when he woke didn't help
either. What the hell had he gotten himself into, and better yet how
should he get out? Were his last thoughts before drifting of to a
troubled sleep.
John had been watching the whole thing with a huge smirk. None of this
had originally been planned, but he kind of liked the way this was
going. The boxers had been a spur of the moment. The idea of this loud-
mouthed brat who thought of himself as so much of a man having to smell
what a real man smelled like, was just too good to pas up. It would
serve as a good lesson in humility John thought sure seeing Mark laughed
at and disappear would have been a good revenge, but this was so much
more satisfying. This lasted instead of just prompting Mark to disappear
embarrassed. John had doubted Mark would put up with those rules but
apparently the guy was more of a wimp than he thought.
In the end this was just entertaining and justice, John kind of got
horny from the power he held but that was about it. There was no
attraction to anything other than the power. It was just a fun
experiment to see how much Mark would put up with before he snapped.
John certainly liked thinking about what further humiliations he could
come up with to make that asshole really squirm.
For now though this would do John thought as he shot his wad into a new
pair of boxers to his favourite porn. Some hardcore version of a man his
age dominating a frail girl way younger than him into doing whatever
perverted sexual act he desired. John discarded his boxers with a smile
thinking about how Mark would have his face buried in them by tomorrow
night.
The following morning Mark woke up with a sense of severe dread, his
panties had dried and became crusty over night, but he knew he was
supposed to do a repeat this morning. It would be best to just get this
over with and head out for the day, so he wouldn't need to wear panties
again. Mark thought as he retrieved the boxers from where he had thrown
them and started masturbating again. It wasn't any easier than it had
been yesterday, but eventually after another long masturbation session
he managed to get the job done, starting his day out completely
humiliated.
With a sigh he went to his bathroom to wash out the boxers and his cum
soaked panties before taking a long shower spending extra attention on
washing his face. Despite having washed several times Mark still felt
dirty. He knew this was only mentally though and that all the soap in
the world wouldn't be able to help.
He got dressed, put the boxers back in the Ziplock bag feeling nervous
about leaving them on the porch. What would people think if they saw
this? He decided to just not think about it as he headed off to the
skatepark.
The plan had been to stay there as long as there was at least one friend
of his, but then he thought about how this blackmailer left envelopes
and he certainly couldn't risk anyone but him finding those considering
what was most likely in them. The fact that he had to be home before his
parents made him arrive quite early and just like expected there was a
new envelope.
Mark didn't even think anymore, he just snatched it up and took it to
his room to empty. This time the contents were a pair of pink Mesh
panties with pink ruffles around the waistband and leg holes. There was
also another pair of boxers, but no note. There was no note needed. Mark
knew what he had to do despite not liking it. He stripped put on the
panties and followed the same routine as yesterday.
This routine repeated itself day after day, in the weekend when his
parents were home he got a text with the info where the envelope of that
day was hidden. This went on for 8 days, during this time john was just
happy working up a sweat, cumming in his boxers more than once, not even
bothering to shake off those last drops before shoving his cock back
into his boxers after peeing. All to give Mark a very nice and smelly
pair of boxers for the next day.
The humiliation of the act never seemed to lessen, but without really
realising it. The masturbation got easier. Mark focused so hard on just
cumming as quick as he could that he failed to notice that by day 8 he
already got hard before even touching his cock. Masturbating twice a day
while smelling these dirty boxers was starting to form a connection in
his brain, a connection between arousal and the scent of unwashed cock.
His last masturbation session hadn't even lasted more than 3 minutes.
Up until now things had been easily hidden. During the day he had time
to meet and socialize with his friends even if he was a bit more nervous
and on edge lately neither his friends nor girlfriend seemed to suspect
anything. Although he spends all his time in his room his parents
weren't worried either. They were quite used to him spending a lot of
time on games and whatever a boy that age got up to. Neither of them
really wanted to walk in on that. Little did they know he spend all his
time up there prancing around in panties and masturbating with a pair of
smelly boxer shorts. Apart from that Marks life was relatively normal.
To John this routine was starting to grow a little dull, he needed
something to really make the guy squirm again. Sure, Mark was still
embarrassed about it all but even the smelly boxers seemed to have lost
their repulsive effect. Well Mark still seemed repulsed by the way he
handled them but there was no more gagging or anything like that.
Instead the guy seemed to get hard instantly by now. John hadn't
anticipated this, but it sure looked funny as hell to see Mark pop a
hardon in his panties when he smelled his boxers.
It was Wednesday when there was a sudden change, along with the usual
pair of panties and the boxers was another note.
"Hello sissy,
I see you have been having a lot of fun, with all that jerking off you
do I have come to the conclusion that you must simply love all your
panties. You certainly seem to love my boxers, always grabbing them to
jerk off with.
Anyways, there just seems to be something off about the image and I
believe I know how to fix it which is why I have decided to get you a
treat. A nice gesture since you have been such a good obedient sissy so
far.
I have made an appointment for you on the following address, be there at
10 am sharp and wear those purple bikini styled panties with the big
pink bow in the back. Make sure you follow trough with this or I swear
there will be hell to pay.
Have fun sissy, by the way your website is also getting better and
better. Before you decide not to show up I advise you to check it out."
The letter read, making Mark's heart sink in his chest right away. When
looking up the address he found out that it was some kind of salon in a
shady part of town. It was a while away from the suburban neighbourhood
he lived in. It was an area that had always kind of given him the creeps
and he really didn't look forward to going there, especially not wearing
panties under his clothes.
After checking out the updated website however there was no more doubt
in Mark's mind. He would be going to that salon willing or not. If he
had thought the website had looked bad before it was terrible now.
Apparently the blackmailer had been watching him, that while he had been
so careful to check his windows. Upon closer inspection he noticed that
the angle came from his own webcam?!
As fast as he could he grabbed a post it note and put it over the
webcam. At least the source was eliminated now. Not for long though as
he nearly instantly got a text from that anonymous number. "I see you
discovered my eyes, you better uncover that webcam right fucking now
though or I swear to you everything is going online this instant." The
message read making Mark take off the post it with an intense feeling of
defeat. He knew that this was basically giving permission to his
blackmailer to film him, but what could he do about it?
Mark felt so lost, rationally he knew that he should cover up the
webcam, but this website was so awful. It had a whole gallery of videos
of him jerking off in various panties with various dirty boxers over his
head. It was the caption that filled him with real dread though. "Sissy
Mark has clearly grown addicted to panties and has been shopping for
them a lot. Although he claims not to like cock the fact that he steals
his daddies dirty underwear to masturbate with clearly shows otherwise.
What sissy Mark really needs is a big strong man to show him just what a
cock loving slut he really is."
Great Mark thought, the chance of getting raped if this ever became
public has just exponentially increased. What was he going to do? It
seemed to be too late to back out now. The only thing he could think off
was just show up at that salon. How bad could it really be? What could
they do? Put some makeup on him? Sure, it would be humiliating and even
worse to get through that neighbourhood, but he would just wear a hoody
and wash it off as soon as he got home Mark thought.
No one would ever find out, at least he hoped so. For the remainder of
the evening Mark followed the same routine he had been following for
more than a week now. He slipped on the new panties, a thong in white
satin with bright violet lace around the edges and a small violet bow
upfront. All his panties were colourful in some silky or lace fabric and
very sexy. He didn't care anymore though. All he cared about now was
getting his jerk off session over with before going to bed worried about
his salon visit tomorrow.
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