Brian and the Living Mannequin
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I had been to the flea market several times but never had I seen this new
stall. It was full of dresses most of them a gush of frills and lace. I
must admit I fell in love with several dresses immediately but one in
particular. Pink satin,layer upon layer of frills and lace.....but also
rather strangely the mannequin it was draped on seemed to capture my
attention, it was the eyes in particular. Whoever made the mannequin had
gone to great lengths to make them look real, and in them I felt
something.....submission, a strange feeling but a strong one.I circled
the market plucking up the courage to ask about the dress. In the end I
decided to pretend I was a collector.
"I'm quite interested in this dress," I informed the elderly stall
holder.
"Ahh you have a good eye....are you a collector?" She smiled.
"Yes, yes I am....it looks Victorian," I guessed looking at the style.
"Yes it is," she beamed, perhaps looking forward to a sale.
I looked at the price tag to find it was rather highly priced at five
hundred pound. Since I lived alone I pleased myself how I spent my money.
I had also invested in the stock markets when I was younger which meant I
was pretty much well off not needing to work for the rest of my life. So
the price though quite high was well within my budget.
"And the mannequin....I quite like it and could use it to display the
dress," I lied since I would be wearing it first chance I got.
"Mmm the mannequin...." She scratched her chin and added another one
hundred pounds.
"Deal," I said and we shuck hands.
She took my address and told me her boys would deliver it the following
day. As I left her I could have sworn she had a wicked grin on her lips.
Then I realised why, of course I should have haggled for a better price,
no doubt I paid over the odds for the dress.
Home I thrilled at the thought of putting on the new dress. I lived alone
never having married, largely due to my predilection for dressing en
femme....the frillier the better. I have had a couple of relationships
but once I revealed my intimate desires they ran for the hills. Ironic
since woman are always asking men to get in contact with their feminine
side, yet when we dress up girly they run a mile. It seems strange that
they think since we dress up girly we cannot be a real man....to protect
and look after them....surely we can do both!
The dress was delivered the following day by a couple of burly men
obviously the stall holders sons. Once again I noticed smirks on their
faces as they left. On my own I circled the dress marveling at the layers
of frills....my cock hardened in anticipation of wearing it. I so much
wanted to try the dress on, to swish about in all those frills. Being old
fashioned there was no zip at the back, instead it was laced up. I undid
the ribbons and loosened them enough for me to lift the dress off the
mannequin.
Carefully I lay the dress on the table and returned to the mannequin, for
some reason drawn to it. It was now only wearing a white corset and pink
bloomer knickers. The corset made my mouth water, it was heavily boned
and looked deliciously restricting. It also thrust the mannequin's tits
out deliciously. Stepping forward I wondered what it would be like to
feel its tight embrace and so decided to remove it as well. Looking at
the corset I mused that maybe I had got a good deal after all. I reached
out and almost reverently for some reason stroked the mannequins cheek,
it was soft, wax like but distinctly warm. Surprised by this I gently
touched the ripe breasts to find them also soft and warm. This was
obviously a special mannequin. I reasoned that it was warm to the touch
because it was warm in the house but there was a small niggle of
confusion.
Brushing my doubts aside I moved around to the back of the mannequin,
aching to remove the corset and try its restrictive touch. I was
surprised to find the mannequins pink bloomers had a split at the back,
normally laced up it was open displaying soft round mounds. Even more
surprising was the fact the post that held it up disappeared into the
crease between the two mounds! I got to my knees and gently parted the
soft waxy mounds to find that it disappeared into what could only be the
mannequins....puckered hole....how strange. So stood once more and taking
her by the hips gently lifted only to find she was quite heavy.
In the end I had to take her under the armpits and gently lift her up off
the stand. There was a gentle sucking sound and she was free. Reverently
I laid her on the couch noticing as I did that in my head the mannequin
was not an it.....but a she. In fact strangely a female name sprang
immediately to mind....Christeen.....Chrissy for short. How strange this
notion was, but it stuck.... I looked down at Chrissy as she lounged on
the couch! Taking my eyes from her I looked at the stand she was on and
was shocked to see how phallic it looked. It certainly widened where it
had entered her and had a distinct head at the top.
I set the stand aside and returned my attention to her. As I had carried
her to the couch I had noticed she had joints at all the points a human
has. Carefully I sat her up. Bending her feet, knees and hips to allow
her to sit in a natural position. The maker of this mannequin had gone to
great lengths to make her so lifelike....and fully poseable.
A wicked though crossed my mind... if she had a lifelike puckered
hole.... did she have a pussy. It seemed strange that the maker had gone
to such lengths only to leave her smooth between her legs. With a thrill
of discovery I took the waistband of the panties and pulled them down to
her knees. What I saw made me gasp in surprised....she did not have a
pussy.....she had an eight inch cock, jointed at the base so it could be
positioned at any angle! I do not know why but I reached out and touched
it....stroked it. The same waxy feel, but it seemed hotter than the other
parts of her I mused. I pushed the cock back up against her stomach and
pulled the knickers back into place a little shocked and confused.
Looking sidelong at the frilly pink dress I made the decision, picking
her up in my arms I carried her upstairs and laid her on my bed before
returning for the dress. Somehow it did not seem right to take off her
corset and knickers so I picked some of my own to match the dress. Pink
opaque stockings, pink suspender belt that dripped with frills the
matching panties and a satin pink boned corset. Strangely I looked to her
as I made my choices wondering if she would agree with them.
As I said I lived alone so I was soon naked displaying my hairless body
to her, to be honest I did not have much body hair to speak of but what
little I did was removed with hair remover. I had a very lifelike pair a
fake breasts so I slipped them on massaging the erect nipples and
luxuriating in their weight. Eager to try on the dress I slipped on the
corset revelling in its cool silky touch. I pulled the laces so tight I
could hardly breath, admiring the feminine figure I had created in the
full length mirror. Looking at my reflection I caught her gaze and
blushed, were she real what would she say at the pathetic male I was! I
added the knickers feeling them caress my rock hard five inch cock making
me gasp. I should have put it in chastity knowing how horny I was but I
wanted to play today. The suspender belt next attached to the stockings
pulling them straight and taught.
I once again checked myself in the mirror and once again found myself
seeking her approval. Now en femme I minced to the makeup table and sat
before making up my face delicately feminine and very sissy. Now the big
moment I shuddered with delight....the mannequin looked on approvingly it
seemed. I picked up the dress and marvelled at the frills and layers. The
sleeves were long ending in a ruffle of frills at the wrists, the waist
pulled in tight, the neck line low and plunging. Careful so as not to
spoil my makeup I slipped into the dress, shuddering at its cool embrace
and excitement of course. I fumbled for a few minutes tying the laces at
the back ruing the fact I did not have someone to share my passion.....
but now I did!
I resisted the temptation to admire myself in the mirror before slipping
a pair of glossy pink high heels and the final touch a pink wing, curly
with bangs to frame my delicately made up face. Then I stepped before the
mirror and gasped at the girly figure I presented. The dress a gush of
pink layers and frills fitted perfectly. Tight and figure hugging at the
waist and the low neck line flaunted my tits like ripe melons....
delicious.
Taking out my camera I got lots of shots and then presented myself to the
mannequin.... Chrissy. I performed a deep curtsy almost seeking her
approval. With this silly notion in my head I logged onto my laptop and
uploaded the pictures to Fetlife. I then surfed the net looking at other
sissy things until my excitement was at its peak and I knew I had to
pleasure myself. Not wanting to dirty the dress I reluctantly slipped out
of it watched intently by Chrissy. In fact it was her intent gaze that
reminded me she had a cock.
A wicked thought entered my head and without another thought I was
climbing onto the bed between her legs. With trembling hands I removed
her knickers to reveal her eight inch cock which was standing straight up
erect! Had I caught it when I removed the knickers I mused. I looked at
her cock and was in two minds....this seemed wrong...dirty. But then I
reasoned it was just the same as pleasuring myself with a dildo, which I
had done several times. So with my cock leaking with excitement I slipped
off my own panties and straddled her hips feeling her cock nudge against
my bottom.
For some reason I stared into those soulful eyes as I reached between my
legs and positioned the head against my pussy lips. Then I slowly lowered
myself onto her. Too late I realised I had not used any lubrication and
was surprised to find she slipped inside easily. Realising this I lowered
my full weight until I was sitting in her lap, fully impaled. It felt so
wrong, but oh soooooo right. I crooned my pleasure looking down at the
burning passion in her eyes. I shook my head trying to get away from the
notion that she was enjoying this as much as me after all she was
inanimate! Then I realised what pleasure and excitement I was getting
thinking she was real....with that I abandoned myself to the moment. In
fact I took her hands and positioned them on my hips so to all intent and
purpose it looked as though she was guiding me onto her rock hard cock. I
then began to slowly hump her cock, revelling in the moment the bulbous
head massaged my prostate. After a while I reached down and began to
gently stroke my own rock hard cock. It was slick with pre cum so it was
easy to stroke it and soon I was moaning my impending climax. As the
pleasure grew so did my humping and soon I was going at it with abandon.
"YES...YES....YES....FUCK ME....FUCK ME HARD!" I screamed at the top of
my lungs.
The climax was exquisite.......and mind blowing leaving me a gasping
wreck.
After a few moments I lifted myself from her and was surprised to find I
felt slightly wet inside, since I had not used lube I could not
understand how. I also had the strangest craving to lick her clean which
came as quite a surprise because post climax I was not usually in the
mood for such things. However I crawled between her legs and licked up
the length of her cock....almost salaciously as if trying to please
her....which was ridiculous. Though not as ridiculous as the fact she
tasted.....musky....salty....metallic....no that can't be! I mused. So
somewhat embarrassed I grabbed her bloomers and covered her satiated
cock. I also slipped her into a sexy pink negligee before slipping into
bed beside her and falling into a sated sleep myself.
The following day I noticed faint dark ring marks at my elbows as I
showered in the morning but thought nothing of it and got on with my day.
I had a little prep work to do for an upcoming job so in knickers and
teddy I sat at my laptop, ah the joys of being single, I let Chrissy
sleep in whilst I worked.
Midday I slipped into my maid's uniform and helped Chrissy to dress. I
had a few cocktail dresses, all slinky of course so I slipped her into
one of theses, since we were both the same size it fitted perfectly. I
then got on with the housework, my cock carefully locked away in a
chastity cage. It had to be this way otherwise the housework would not
get done. I also prepared dinner and then once it was ready I carried
Chrissy down to sit with me and with a thrill of excitement put on the
dress. I had to admit that having dinner with Chrissy sat across from me
did seem a bit "Bates Motel"-ish.... still the frilly dress kept my
excitement level up, and as an added thrill I still had my tiny pink
chastity cage on.
After dinner I set the washing up aside knowing my sissy maid would have
something to do the following day. And with a thrill of excitement
carried Chrissy into the living room. This time I did not remove the
dress I was so turned on. I sat Chrissy on the couch and then kneeling
before her I spoke.
"Please may I worship your beautiful cock Mistress," I crooned.
In my head she was now Mistress Christine.....my tranny Mistress!
She of course accepted my obedience and I pushed up her skirt to find her
cock hot and hard in her panties. I kissed it through her panties
imagining her pleasure at my gentle touch. Kissing up its length I
reached up and taking hold of the waistband of her panties pulled them
down. She sprang to life hot and hard in my face and I greedily sucked
her down, relishing the musky taste. Keeping eye contact I took the whole
length of her cock down my throat surprising myself how easily she
slipped inside me. And then I pleasured her cock, bobbing up and down
then licking, then bobbing once more bringing her closer and closer to
climax....until I felt her throb inside my throat and fill me with her
juices. In the back of my head it seemed ridiculous but I was sure I felt
the pulse of liquid....spunk into me. I was however so hot and horny it
did not matter. Rising to my feet I almost ripped off my panties before
sitting on her lap and impaling myself on her still rock hard cock.
"Mmmmmmm YES!" I growled.
She was more demanding this time and her hands found my ripe tits as I
humped her cock. The fuck was hot and passionate and with a shock midway
through I found my climax building. Having not touched myself I was
surprised this was happening...the fabled sissygasm. My locked up cock
throbbed and pulsed in its tight confines as I whined my pleasure.
"OH MISTRESS!......PLEASE MAY I CUM!" I begged feeling my passion rising.
....no answer.
"PLEASE!....OH PLEASE MISTRESS!! I mewled.
My climax was coming like a freight train....the pleasure was like
nothing I had felt before....and there was no stopping it. I balance on
the knife edge between pleasure and obedience.
"PLEEEEEEEASE!!!....PLEASE MISTRESS!" I screamed.
"Yes you may cum my sissy pet."
"AHHHH....YES...YES...YES!" I screamed to the room.
My sissy juices literally exploded from my locked up cock and since it
was pointed down splashed all over the base of Mistresses cock. The
climax was hot and wild leaving me exhausted so I slumped down still
impaled on her cock. Having regained my senses I slowly...almost
reluctantly allowed myself to slide from her. The look I got when I was
kneeling between her knees told me everything. I was soon licking her
cock clean and then on to the base of her cock to slurp up my own juices.
I then carried her to bed and after putting her into a negligee snuggled
in beside her. We spooned together, her behind so that her hard cock
rested in the crease of my sissy pussy, her arm holding me tight. In this
way I fell into a blissful sleep.
The following day when I got out bed to go for a shower I felt
stiff....not painfully stiff just slow to move. Also in the shower I
found the black marks at my elbows had got darker....and there were
similar black rings around my knees....how strange. The day started as
usual with me doing some work on my new project however I was distracted
by Chrissy!And was soon in my maids uniform being inspected by her before
I did my chores. She picked up several faults in my attire so I started
my work with a painfully striped bottom.
After dinner in the evening Chrissy was feeling quite horny after
watching me prance around the house all day so she made me dress slutty
for the evening. She had me suck her cock before she fucked me like a
bitch on all fours. That night when we went to bed we both wore negligee
and neither of us had knickers on, I found out why when I woke to find
her rock hard cock rubbing between my ass cheeks the following day.
Slowly waking my pulse rising I reached back and placed the bulbous head
against my pussy, then slowly pushed back impaling myself deliciously. I
crooned my pleasure as I slowly humped her morning glory. Reaching down I
caressed my own rock hard cock. However I did not grip it like I normally
would. Instead I cupped my hand over it and allowed the movement of my
humping Mistresses cock to pleasure my own. Since I was immensely excited
there was plenty of lubrication. I judged my climax to coincide with
Mistresses balancing on that exquisite knife edge waiting for the throb
and pulse of her cock. Just when I thought I was going out of my mind
with pleasure I felt the tell tale pulse and the gush of her spunk at the
same time I spurted my own before snuggling against her falling into a
light doze....still impaled on her cock!
I woke some time later and after cleaning Mistress and myself headed for
a shower. Once again I found it hard to move and when I got in the shower
had another shock. The rings on my joints....all my joints were very
pronounced now....including a ring at the base of my cock! In fact I
realised they looked distinctly like the joints of a mannequin. This
revelation had me reeling and brought me back to reality. Shaking I went
downstairs and made myself breakfast. Something was really wrong and it
had to do with Chrissy....no not Chrissy....the mannequin! She had put me
under some kind of spell.....not she ...it! My thoughts were all jumbled
and I was really confused but one thing was for sure had to stop thinking
of the mannequin as Mistress Chrissy.
Rather pathetically I stayed downstairs most of the morning, pottering
around the house and doing some prep for my next job....avoiding her....
it! In the end I had to go upstairs....my intention to put her back in
her original dress so that I could sell her back to the old lady.... I
think I had her card.
"Where the fuck have you been!" demanded Mistress Chrissy as I entered
the bedroom.
Like a wimp I fell to my knees and begged her forgiveness....but she was
livid. Soon I was naked over the bed as stroke after stroke of the crop
landed on my exposed ass. Soon my poor ass was a mass of welts some of
them bloody. But she did not stop there, I felt her cock enter me as she
savagely fucked me kneeling over the bed. When she had vented her rage I
cleaned her and myself up and helped her dress before donning my maids
dress and attending her every need for the rest of the day. I must say
when I slumped into bed that night my ass was red raw and my sissy pussy
a gaping wreck.
I was awakened through the night by a strange sound. Listening intently I
realised that someone was breaking in to the house. I made to get up to
grab my phone and call the police but was shocked to find I could not
move....I seemed to be paralyzed! Some time during the night I had rolled
onto my back and now all I could do was stare at the ceiling. The shock
and horror of my situation sent my sense reeling. I strained listening to
footsteps draw closer but found I could not move a muscle. Then two
grinning faces appeared above me. To my shock I realised it was the two
sons of the old lady that had sold me Mistress Chrissy!
"Looks like she's ready," snickered one.
The bed sheets were thrown back and with my limited vision I got another
shock. I now had a pair of substantial tits....they looked waxy in the
light from the lamp they had switched on. I felt rough hands grab me and
I was flipped onto my belly, as I did I felt my cock hard and.....bigger!
pushed into the soft mattress. I felt hands on my legs and I was lifted
up....positioned with my ass in the air....their was a chuckle.
"Mmmmm cute butt....nice tight pussy....just the way I like em," he
growled.
Hands on my arms and I was lifted to be positioned on all fours my head
lifted up so that I could at last see more of the room. Mistress Chrissy
sat across from me in her negligee with what could only be a bemused
smile on her face.Then my view of her was blocked as the other son
stepped in front of me. Reaching out he placed both hands on my face,
fingers on my jaw thumbs on my chin. Then with a little pressure he
popped my mouth wide open where it stayed as he yanked his zipper down.
Shivering inside I knew exactly what was coming....but I also wondered,
could Mistress Chrissy have taken my cock in the same way....not that she
would have deigned to do so!
I was returned to reality by the sight of his huge cock thrust menacingly
in my face....the pungent musky scent overwhelming my sense. Without
preamble he thrust all ten inches inside me and down my throat. I could
do nothing to stop him but then did I want to? The feel of his cock
inside was so strange...hot....soft, I could feel the pulse of the blood
in this hot turgid shaft! And the taste, salty...metallic....all man. I
deserved this since I was not a real man, I revelled in my new found
sissy faggot status.
Just as I was growing accustomed to the shaft embedded in my throat the
second cock entered my sissy pussy impaling me. Had I been able too I
would have shivered my delight at this double penetration as it was I
could only revel inside. Then they fucked me brutally but too my joy I
found giving them pleasure also gave me pleasure as wave after wave of
ecstasy rippled through my body. So much pleasure in fact I thought I was
going to loose my mind! Eventually they both dumped their sticky spunk
into me another heightened pleasurable feeling.
One of them then carried me to the bathroom to clean me up. When he
carried me back into the bedroom Mistress Chrissy was back in her
original dress and it would appear she had picked out the most sissy
attire for me to wear. They dressed me and I revelled still in their
touch even though it was now function and not sexual. I was then loaded
along with Mistress Chrissy into the back of a van to be taken who knows
where? The journey was long and after a while the rocking of the van sent
me into an exhausted sleep.
I awoke to the strangest feeling, I was standing unable to move and my
sissy pussy was filled with something large....and dare I say it
pleasurable. With a shock I realised I was on a stand much like the one I
had first found Mistress Chrissy on. I was in a dark room but as my eyes
grew accustomed to the dark I could see other figures. As I was getting
my bearing the light was switched on and after the initial squinting I
was better able to see my surroundings. What I saw gave me quite a shock.
The room was small but in it were several life like mannequins just like
me, in fact across from me was Mistress Chrissy. I heard the click of
heels then the old women that had sold me Mistress Chrissy came into
view. She looked at Mistress Chrissy a smug grin on her face.
"You did well gurl....quite a catch." She looked sidelong at me.
"And as I promised you will be released...." she added.
I looked at Mistress Chrissy and could have sworn I saw relief.
"...but release....from me not from being a fuck doll," she snickered.
Mistress Chrissy seemed shocked.
"I've sold you to a fat perverted doll collector....I'm sure you're going
to love your new life getting fucked up the ass by him...wont
you.....hubby." She laughed uproariously.
I reeled at this revelation....and then shivered as her attention was
drawn to me.
"As for you sissy.....we are going to have such fun!"
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