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[Author's Note:
Thank you for the comments and since I had to re-read this story to
remember where I was going, I'd like to thank you all for ignoring the
grammar and spelling issues. Commenters noted the discrepancy in ages
between Day 1 and Day 3. It's my fault but we'll just say that Mark is
almost 17 and tells people he is that age when he wants to seem older
and tells the truth when he wants to seem younger.
Let me know what you think of the next part.]
No Hands - Day 3 - Part 2 Tracy
Mark sat on the couch with the blanket he had used the night before
pulled across his lap. It was the best he could manage with his useless
hands. He watched as the sunlight streaming through the living room
window cut a shaft of light into the carpet. Dust in the air danced in
the beam whose lazy movements occupied his thoughts enough to allow some
distraction from the days events. His fear that somehow the rigid
device attached to his most precious of body parts would be a source of
unending pain was apparently premature. It was more a source of
constant awareness as his teenage hormones constantly tested its
confines. He even had to admit a kind of pleasure. Whether this
stemmed from the uniqueness of the device or the uniqueness of the
person who had placed it on him, was still unclear.
Those green eyes, Nancy's eyes, filled his mind. As inexperienced as he
was with women he could not be sure of the level of her interest, but to
him it seemed she was struggling to control herself. Did that mean she
wanted to increase his level of discomfort or was it an attraction to
the situation itself. How many times could she have been involved in
such a scenario. It was all so confusing, not the least of which was
his own feelings. He should be horrified, he should be threatening
vicious reprisals, he should be running to the nearest neighbor for
help. The dust motes continued their dance as he remained still.
The sun had fled before the door opened and his aunt walked in. A sack
of groceries bobbled in her hands as her eyes found his. She placed the
bag on the ground and without a word stood before him. "Wow."
Mark looked away, unable to meet her gaze. He knew what she was seeing.
Shortly after Nancy had left he spent quite a bit of time in front of a
mirror trying to decide if it was Nancy's work or his face. He looked
like a prepubescent girl with his flat chest aided by the lack of body
hair and decorative corset. "I tried to warn you," Aunt Tracy
continued.
Mark nodded staring at his aunt's shoes partially covered by the pastel
hued scrubs. "You did."
"I take it by the efforts you took to cover your waist you aren't fully
clothed?"
Mark nodded again.
"I've seen panties, obviously," Aunt Tracy continued.
Mark swallowed and tried to pull the blanket closer but his spandex
covered arms slipped uselessly across the material. "It's uh..."
"Surely nothing I haven't seen before?"
Mark looked up at that but did not respond.
The look sparked something inside his Aunt. "Shit, what did she do to
you?" Without warning she ripped the blanket away.
Heat blossomed across Mark's skin as he tried to press himself into the
cushions. Aunt Tracy had her head cocked to one side in confusion.
"What the hell..."
Mark's voice trembled as he spoke. "She called it a chastity device.
It stops..." Mark hesitated not sure how to explain. "It stops
erections."
"Does it hurt?" Aunt Tracy asked.
"Yes..." Mark hesitated again. "I mean no, not right now, but it's
impossible to forget about."
Tracy knelt down and inspected his crotch at a level of intimacy he was
would expect only from doctors and hopefully someday a girl who was not
family. "Locked on? I think this has gone on long enough," Aunt Tracy
said. She stepped backward and pulled a cellphone from her purse. She
waited a moment. "Nancy, get over her now. And bring the key." She
pressed the surface of the phone and tossed it onto the coffee table.
"Stand up, Marcie," Aunt Tracy ordered.
Mark winced at the feminine version of his name but he was not in a
combative mood, in fact his aunt's sudden ferocity seemed to awaken his
dormant arousal. He stood but could not meet her eyes. "My god you're
gorgeous. A little flat-chested but that makes it even more amazing.
Just imagine how you would look with a full set of curves."
Mark swallowed not answering until a subtle click drew his attention.
Aunt Tracy held her phone pointed in his direction the sound must have
been the camera. "What...."
"I'm sorry, but my sister would kill me if I didn't show her this,"
Tracy answered.
"Your sister?" Mark said quietly and then his eyes grew wide in
realization. "My Mom! You can't..."
Aunt Tracy looked at him in confusion. "I can't? Why not?"
"Because, I'm a guy, you can't..."
"Trust me. She's going to love this," Tracy interrupted.
"No stop, what about my Dad?"
"She won't show him," Aunt Tracy said with confidence.
"What if she does?" Mark demanded his voice rising in anger.
Aunt Tracy looked up from him. "This could have ended yesterday, but
no, you had to push things. You looked amazing yesterday and I took no
photos thinking it would be our little secret. Well now it means a
picture for your Mom." She turned the phone screen that displayed a
picture showing the upper third of his body. Part of the corset was
visible and the white spandex on his arms looked like he was wearing
ladie's shoulder-length gloves. "And I'd like to see you stop me." She
pressed a button. "I better follow that with a text message or she'll
be mighty confused."
Mark sagged at the thought of his Mom seeing his undeniably girlish
appearance. "What are you going to say?" Panic was rising in his
stomach and he fought to keep it down.
"The truth of course, you lost a bet and a friend of mine dolled you
up," Aunt Tracy said.
"But what about..." Mark pointed one of his arms downward.
"That's not in the picture and she doesn't need to worry about that."
Time ticked by as his aunt left him to his thoughts and picked up the
sack of groceries. A knock echoed from the front door. "That must be
Nancy."
For the second time that day Nancy strode into the room, she had
dispensed with the leggings and T-shirt and was wearing a short black
dress that hugged her body from her collar bone to just above her knees.
The long sleeves were a dark transparent nylon that matched the nylon
hosiery she wore with a pair of black pumps. "Going out were we?" Aunt
Tracy said.
Nancy smiled, not taking her eyes off Mark as he absorbed the look of
her curvy body constrained by the body-hugging material of the dress.
"Yes, I felt like having some fun tonight. Do you like my dress, Mark?"
Still unused to being displayed in front of the women Mark said nothing
only moved his shoulders with an embarrassed shrug while keeping his
stiff wrists crossed over his privates.
"Nancy, you are an absolute witch," Aunt Tracy said. "Give me the key.
Now."
Nancy shook her head with delight causing her red curls to bounce across
her shoulders. "Oh come on Tracy, we could have so much fun with him.
I mean look at him, he's adorable."
"Nancy," Tracy said sternly. "What we do or don't do is up to me. Give
me the key. He's my responsibility and I'll not let you keep him
trapped without my permission."
"Ok, I'll give it to you, but please..." Nancy sank to her knees near
Mark revealing that her dress left her back bare to just above the curve
of her buttocks. "...please, don't unlock him."
"You don't know anything about this device," Tracy argued.
"It's safe, I did my research," Nancy said back still on her knees but
it was obvious she had a glimmer of hope.
"How did you ever come up with the idea of chastity anyway?" Tracy
asked.
Nancy shrugged. "Internet, I suppose."
"Why?" Tracy asked while stepping closer standing over the kneeling
woman.
Nancy stepped closer before kneeling down, her hand reached out to
caress Mark's leg. "I don't know, at first I just wanted to do
something that would make him regret lying to me about giving up the bet
you know."
Aunt Tracy made a rolling gesture with her hand.
"Now though, I don't know, I've been thinking about him every moment
since I left. So helpless, so pretty..." Nancy spoke as her hand moved
higher on Mark's leg making slow circles along the way.
Tracy stepped forward and slapped her hand away. "Stand up and sit at
the table." Nancy darted away but looked over her shoulder at Mark
catching his eye. Her green eyes blazed with a fire that proved the
truth of her words. "Come along Mark, let's find you some clothing."
"Come on Tracy, don't do that," Nancy whined.
"When I come back I better see the key sitting on the table or you'll
never see the inside of this house again. Understand?" Aunt Tracy said.
Nancy stuck her tongue out.
Mark followed his aunt into her bedroom where she immediately walked to
her closet spending a few minutes inside sliding hangars across the
metal bar. "Ah, here we are." She exited the closet carrying a hangar
covered with an opaque plastic bag. "I wore this a long time ago." She
withdrew the bag to reveal a brilliant white dress that looked way too
short for his aunt let alone Mark's slightly taller frame. The dress
was covered with a pure white net like fabric embroidered with a flower
and leaf design. Tracy unzipped it from the hangar and knelt down. The
color would match perfectly with his stockings and the coverings over
his arms, a fact not unnoticed by Mark. "Alright, step into it."
"Can't I just wear some of your old scrubs?" Mark asked.
"That would look odd with those heels," Aunt Tracy responded.
"Well take them off," Mark said at the same moment as Tracy's phone
beeped from where she had put it on the bed.
"Hold on a second." Tracy glanced at her phone and her face lit up into
a smile. "Your Mom responded, any guesses as to what she said."
"She thinks it's a joke," Mark answered.
"No, guess again."
"She's furious with you," Mark answered while still staring at the white
confection laid out on the bed.
"Sort of, I'll give you half credit. She's upset she isn't here to see
you in person, and wants me to take lots of pictures."
"Bull shit," Mark said refusing to believe his pragmatic, down-to-earth
Mom would say such a thing.
Tracy flipped the phone around and held it in front of his eyes. He
read the words but still would not believe them. "You cooked this up
with my Mom yesterday knowing this would happen."
"Hardly, she's on vacation and having all kinds of fun. She should have
the decency to feel bad after dumping her kid here."
Mark furrowed his brow thinking about the situation from his Aunt's
point of view. "You didn't want me here?"
Aunt Tracy sighed. "No it's not that, just sibling rivalry. I'm sorry
for saying that, especially now. It's just that your Mom always had it
easy, sometimes I'm a little jealous."
Mark struggled to reorient his point of view. He had never really
thought of what it must be like for the sisters growing up and now he
was getting some insight. "So what are you going to do? I don't want
to wear that dress."
"You would rather walk around in lingerie?" Aunt Tracy smiled.
"No, I can wear your scrubs, even the pink ones are miles better than
that." Mark gestured toward the dress.
"You can't take them off when you need to use the bathroom. I'm afraid
it's skirts for you, and short ones too. I won't always be around to
disrobe you and I really don't want to."
"Fine then, take the casts off you don't have to teach me to drive or
buy a laptop," Mark said.
"We'll talk that over later, first you have to put on the dress," Aunt
Tracy said kneeling down and holding it open for him to step into.
Mark stared down at her not willing, or perhaps not able to lift his
leg.
"Shall I call Nancy for help?" His aunt said unable to keep the smile
from her voice. "It seems she has certain techniques to get you to do
things you don't want to do. I mean your legs are so smooth."
"No, don't call her. Why are you doing this?" Mark asked quietly.
Nancy looked up from where she knelt with the dress. "Curiosity at this
point." Mark lifted each leg in turn and his aunt slid the dress up his
legs. His spandex-slick arms easily moved through the short sleeves
that gathered around his biceps creating a white poof of a sleeve around
each shoulder. The dress had voluminous skirts which flared out from
the high waist giving him the illusion of hips. The hem fell to mid-
thigh and the slightest bend of his waist would reveal the tops of his
white stockings. Aunt Tracy picked at the embroidered net overlay to
make sure it was straight before stepping back with a smile. "Still my
heart, you are a vision."
Mark shook his head. "Please, I'm a guy. I shouldn't be a vision of
anything."
"Sorry, facts is facts. Now hold your hands behind your back and I'll
send a picture to your Mom. Unless you want to show her your casts,
imagine her questions then?" Aunt Tracy said.
"Don't send this to Mom, please," Mark begged.
"Sorry too late for that, besides have you looked in the mirror?" his
aunt said.
"Yes," Mark said in a voice barely audible.
"You know then."
"I know I look like a girl and it sucks," Mark said. "And the dress
surely makes it worse."
Aunt Tracy shrugged. "Look again."
Mark rotated ninety degrees toward a mirror above his aunt's dresser.
The white dress transformed him into a feminine angel and his
uncomfortable shyness combined with his unstable footing created an
image of innocent girlishness. "Oh god, it's so much worse." He turned
back toward Aunt Tracy who was holding her camera with a smile on her
face.
"Perfect pose, with a delightful look of surprise. Come on let's go
talk to Nancy." Tracy moved toward the bedroom door.
Mark was more stunned by his appearance than he could express. His
thoughts rolled as he carefully followed his aunt trying to concentrate
on his steps to distract himself from the memory of himself in the
mirror. When they reached the main room Nancy stood in wide eyed shock.
"Oh my God." Nancy tumbled from her place at the table obviously
forgetting the heels she wore. After walking around him several times,
she gained her voice. "The key is on the table, but please, please,
please don't free him. That dress is just perfect, where did you get
it?"
"I wore it once long ago, it was too short, I constantly worried I was
flashing my panties," Aunt Tracy said with a smile while watching Mark
push the wide skirts down. "Listen, you put that thing on him without
his permission. It has to come off," Aunt Tracy said.
Nancy was not listening. She stepped closer to Mark and whispered
quickly into his ear. "Give me permission, please. Just tell her you
want to leave it on. I'll make it worth your while, I'll do anything,
have you ever had a blow job?"
"Nancy!" Aunt Tracy yelled at her friend's suggestion. "He's a
teenager."
"Psshaw!" Nancy scoffed. "You and I did worse at his age."
His aunt remained quiet not disputing the accusation but maintained a
disapproving visage until Mark said. "I'll keep it."
Nancy's eyes lit up like twin spotlights but Aunt Tracy grabbed his arm.
"Come back into my room, she's obviously a bad influence. We'll discuss
this in private." Once in the room his aunt rounded on Mark. "You
can't trust what she says, and you're too young. And she's not going to
do..." Nancy stumbled over the words. "... that act."
Mark shrugged and sat on the bed. The dress was so short that he felt
the bedspread against his bare buttocks. "She seems to be having fun.
What's the worst that could happen?"
Aunt Tracy shook her head. "She isn't going to be your girlfriend.
You're way too young."
"I know. It's just..." Mark hesitated.
"It's just what?" Tracy prompted.
"Last month there was this school dance." Mark swallowed before
continuing. "There was this girl I really wanted to take. I suppose
she was out of my league and it took a fe w days for me to work up the
nerve but I finally managed to ask her." Mark stopped unable to finish.
"She turned you down. That sucks, I'm sorry Mark," Aunt Tracy said
filling the uncomfortable silence.
"I wish," Mark continued. "She..." His voice cracked with a suppressed
sob as the muscles of his throat tightened. "She laughed at me. Just
laughed, said nothing else. She walked away laughing." Mark looked
down toward his feet but only saw the billowy white dress and shiny
white nylons. "Despite this thing," Mark waved his oval hand toward his
waist, "having Nancy go crazy over me feels kinda' nice."
"But it's not you Mark, it's Marcie she's all excited about. And not
just that either, it's also the control she has over you."
Mark shivered and slid his shiny arms across the dress that poofed out
from his body. "Yes, I'm sure you're right."
Tracy walked closer and pulled Mark to his feet. She pulled him into a
hug. "Remember this is all a game, a bit of pretend."
Mark nodded.
"Seriously, I need you to understand," Aunt Tracy said.
"I do."
"Ok, Nancy's working tomorrow, maybe we can start on your driving
lessons."
Mark looked at his aunt in confusion. "Not with casts on my hands."
"True those will have to come off. Now come on let's deal with Nancy."
Aunt Tracy walked from the room.
Nancy was sitting at the table with her legs crossed displaying a
beautiful set of legs encased in dark hosiery. "Marcie is willing to
play your game Nancy."
Nancy's face blossomed in all-consuming joy and she leapt to her feet
again forgetting the heels grimacing with an almost-twisted ankle. She
obviously was not accustomed to wearing the shoes. "I promise you won't
regret this."
"However..." Aunt Tracy said. "There are some rules and the only reason
I'm even considering this is because Marcie is willing and it will keep
her occupied for his stay here."
"And you're just as amazed at how he looks as I am," Nancy said with a
smile at her friend.
Aunt Tracy ignored the remark. "I keep the key and Mark will get a
chance to be free at least once a day, just in case things turn out
differently than he is currently being led to believe." Tracy glared
pointedly at Nancy.
Nancy paused in her jubilations long enough to think through the
implications of what was being proposed. "One chance? Everyday?"
"These aren't hard and fast rules, but yes, Marcie will get a chance, if
she doesn't take it she will be stuck for another day. At least until I
change the rules."
"Jeez, little miss dictator," Nancy smiled.
"My house, my nephew...er niece, my rules," Tracy responded.
"So all I have to do is convince her to stay nicely locked up," Nancy
giggled.
"Pretty hard to do considering you have to work tomorrow."
Nancy's face fell. "Damn it, that's right."
"And since I'm off tomorrow," Aunt Tracy, "I want to start his driving
lessons."
Nancy nodded.
"We need to find something easier to trap his hands than casts."
"Uh, I'll just quit the bet," Mark said quickly.
"Oh, well that makes it easier..." Aunt Tracy started. "I'll look into
what it takes to teach you to drive I'm sure there is some test to take
or something."
Nancy interrupted by stepping up to Mark and pushing her breasts into
his chest. "Don't give up. Not now. What are you going to use your
hands for anyway."
"Doesn't matter I'm not letting him out tonight no matter what he says,
I'm too tired," his aunt declared. "So are you really going to stay
locked just because Nancy wants you to."
Mark looked at Nancy and reminded himself that it was all a game.
Nancy's hips started a slow sway and she placed her arms behind her back
forcing her breasts into more prominence beneath the tight black fabric
of her dress. "Yes."
"Fine then, Nancy you need to get him settled for bed. That includes
feeding him."
"My pleasure, he can lick my fingers," Nancy smiled.
Tracy shook her head and disappeared into the kitchen. "Just don't
damage that dress."
"Oh I wouldn't dream of that."
They ate in the kitchen in relative silence the weariness evident on
Tracy's face now that the shock of seeing Mark had worn off. "I'm off
to bed."
"Alright, I have to leave soon but I'll get Marcie to bed first," Nancy
said while feeding small forkfuls of food to Mark.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Aunt Tracy said her voice trailing
off as she moved into her bedroom.
"Phooey, she's not the least bit fun. At least I have you all to
myself."
Mark swallowed the food. "Nancy I can't pretend to know why you're
doing this."
Tracy shrugged. "It's fun. More fun than I ever remember having
actually. I don't want to overthink things, so stop asking questions."
"Alright. You're in charge, what's next," Mark said.
Nancy's eyes blazed with green fire at his words and she slid her hand
forward toward his arm. "I'm going to get you ready for bed. Come
along."
"Do you remember that first day you found me naked in bed?" Mark asked
as he followed the fiery redhead down the short hall.
"Of course," Nancy smiled.
"You said that any physical contact between us would be kept clinical or
accidental," Mark continued.
Nancy stopped and turned toward him sliding her hand behind his neck
pulling him closer, they were of similar heights since Nancy had finally
kicked off her heels. She pulled his earlobe between her lips as her
other hand slid beneath the dress and traced the curve of his buttocks
just where his stockings stopped. "Congratulations Marcie, you
successfully seduced me," Nancy whispered. "Now I can't keep my hands
off you. A true gentleman would not take advantage of such wanton
behavior." Nancy's right hand found the ribbons woven into his hair and
gripped them tightly pulling his head back slightly. Her other hand
rose higher tracing the cleft of his buttocks. "Question is, are you
still a gentleman?" A firm pressure pulled his head backward and
Nancy's tongue followed the edge of his jaw until she was gently sucking
on his neck.
Mark was utterly lost. Her touch, her smell, her power, all combined to
keep his mind from functioning. When she finally pulled away and
released the ribbons from her grasp his eyes were closed and he quickly
began to fall backwards having relinquished even his balance over to
Nancy's control. She quickly caught him and led him into the bathroom.
She lowered the zipper on the dress and carefully had him step out of
it. "Sit down on the toilet and I'll get you out of those shoes."
More orders followed until Mark was naked save for the white arm covers
and the restrictive jewelry covering his privates. "I'll help you brush
your teeth and then leave you to the toilet."
Minutes later Mark was in bed and Nancy was carefully spreading the
ivory satin sheets across his body. She sat on one side of the bed with
her knee cocked in such a way that the short dress rose up one leg.
Unfortunately her body was angled away from him and he could not see any
more than a generous amount of dark nylon covered thigh. She was
working on his hair removing the intricate white ribbons she had woven
into his too-short style. The glossy ribbons slipped through her
fingers as she worked making a white silky pile on his chest. Once free
of his hair she wrapped the long satin loosely around his neck tying it
in a large bow. "Your aunt is exhausted so there won't be any getting
out of bed tonight and watching television." Nancy wrapped the ends of
the ribbon around the headboard. You'll be comfortable if you don't
struggle, this isn't a noose or anything, just some insurance that you
stay in bed." She then picked up the sleep mask.
"Please I don't need that," Mark said.
"Remember, I'm in charge." Nancy tugged the mask over his eyes plunging
him into complete darkness. "Sweet dreams."
* * *
Nancy walked through the living room and picked up her heels from the
floor. She then noticed Tracy's phone on the table. "Took the key but
forgot your phone," Nancy whispered and slid her finger across the
screen. "And you don't lock it, how careless."
Nancy's eyes darted across the screen and smiled wickedly. "Damn he has
an awesome Mom."
Tracy moved to set the phone back down but stopped suddenly and quickly
began to move her fingers across the screen obviously typing. "There
now we'll see what happens." She pressed a final button and set the
phone back on the table before leaving for home.
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