Dolly Part 4
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The card showed that the package was addressed to Miss Didi Willis. What
could it be that needed a signature? Although I did buy clothes and some
"other" items by mail order, these were bought under my own name - ie the
name on my credit card. And normally, if I wasn't in they were left in the
porch or sometimes with a neighbour. So on the Saturday morning I went
along to the post office with my new security badge. I signed for the
package - by this time I had been accustomed to signing documents as Didi.
There was no sender's name on the package. But there was a return address.
I recognised the address. It was where my recent sissiness had been
established. The package was from Mummy. I tried to appear nonchalant as I
took the package home. But what could it contain? My heart was pounding
and there was a little tingling sensation in my cock...
As soon as I got home I opened the package. It contained several items. In
a clear plastic bag was a pair of luscious pink knickers. I could see that
the name "Didi" had been embroidered just above the left leg-hole. There
was a lipstick. A small box contained a thin gold chain necklace. A larger
box was securely taped and I needed to get a knife to open it. I gasped
when I saw what it contained; a pink plastic chastity device. I knew what
it was, of course, although I had never actually touched one. The part
where one's cock was supposed to go seemed very small...
There was also an envelope in the package addressed to Didi. I recognised
Mummy's writing, although I already knew that it was she who had sent the
package. I realised that I had left this to last because I was nervous
about what it might contain. But finally I opened it. It contained a
formal invite to Mummy's wedding with (surprise, surprise) additional
instructions from Mummy. The instructions read: "The chastity device is
for you to wear at my wedding to prevent any embarrassing cock-ups. I
suggest you practise wearing it beforehand. Wear one of the keys on the
necklace and keep the other one somewhere safe at home. Carefully wash and
iron your knickers so that they are pristine for the wedding day. And on
the morning of the wedding you must use the depilatory cream on your
entire pubic area. I want us both to know that your bits are completely
hairless. You must come to the wedding wearing the device, the necklace
with the key, the red lipstick, the pink knickers AND the pink pendant
earrings I gave you. I will tell you later what else I want you to wear."
Of course, I knew that when Mummy made a suggestion, it was in fact an
order that must be obeyed. I took off my dress and knickers, and carefully
read the instructions that came with the chastity device. I checked that
the keys worked in the padlock. (Just in case Mummy had intended a rather
mean trick!) There was a part that fitted behind the balls. In fact there
were three different sizes for this part so that the wearer could find the
best fit. I found that the medium size was best. But then there was a
problem with fitting the front part of the device. Even when my cock was
fairly limp it would not fit into the tiny plastic container. I realised
that it was only going to fit in if it had been reduced to the minimum
possible size beforehand. The thought struck me that I could perhaps try
on my new knickers before locking up my cock in plastic. I removed them
from the plastic bag. They were lovely and soft and silky. They felt even
more gorgeous than they had looked when in the bag. And when I stepped
into them and pulled them up there was an immediate reaction. They were
wonderfully cool and soft on my bottom and (by now) huge erection. It
wasn't long before they needed to be laundered. I went to the bathroom and
washed my sticky parts. There was now no difficulty in fitting the front
of the chastity device. I inserted the little padlock and snapped it shut.
I put my knickers back on (not the pair I had just soaked!). Looking in
the mirror I could see that there was hardly a bulge, although the outline
of the little padlock was evident. I put one of the keys on the necklace
and put the chain round my neck. I put the other key safely away at the
back of my knicker drawer. Then I put my dress back on and took my newly
soiled knickers downstairs to wash. Gently. By hand.
It was quite comfortable wearing the chastity device. I realised that it
would be very reassuring to know that when I was in the office or out in
public there would be no embarrassing moments when the front of my skirt
could indicate that I had a tent-pole in my knickers. But it was certainly
different that the only parts of my genitals that I could touch with my
fingers were my balls. And only my balls were in contact with my silky
knickers.
And later, I discovered that while the device would prevent me getting an
erection, it didn't prevent my cock from trying to get one. And when that
happened I realised just how small the device was. Small, but strong
enough to exert a firm squeezing effect. Moderately painful. And the
desire for an erection subsided rapidly. Until the next time. I kept the
device on until bedtime. And then my cock celebrated its release from
captivity. The next morning, before my shower, I took the necessary steps
to ensure that I would be able to fit into the device...
For the next week or two I followed the pattern of wearing the device from
early morning until bedtime. It certainly gave me a lot more confidence in
the office or out shopping. Although there were still a few moments of
moderately painful squeezing from time to time. Moments when a naughty
sissy was punished for having naughty thoughts. And the strange sensation
of having my cock constrained while my balls were dangling free.
The weekend of the wedding was approaching fast. Another package from
Mummy was delivered. I opened it to find a dress for me to wear at the
wedding. A note advised me to try it on in case there was a problem with
the fit, but if it was OK I should take it off again and hang it up
carefully in the wardrobe. I found it was a perfect fit. It was quite
short, but long enough to conceal my stocking-tops. It looked vaguely like
a doll's dress somehow; pink with some white lace. It wasn't exactly what
I would have chosen for a more or less formal occasion. But obviously it
was what Mummy wanted me to wear. The package also included a pair of
matching pink high-heeled shoes.
I was up early on the Saturday morning and applied depilatory cream
liberally over my pubes and bum. I left it to work while I stood, legs
apart, shaving my face. Then it was into the shower to rinse off the cream
along with the modest amount of body hair that regular use of the cream
had left me with. My skin was deliciously smooth and I spent rather longer
than usual in the shower. (Normally, in order to help save the planet, I
carry out the cock reduction technique before getting into the shower. But
not on this occasion.)
Once dry, I put on a skirt and top and went out to the shopping mall. I
had booked into the beauty salon for a hairdo and some expert make-up. I
took the lipstick Mummy had sent. Mummy's friend didn't seem surprised to
see me. Then I went back home to change into my wedding outfit. I put on
the freshly laundered pink knickers and a pair of seamed tan stockings,
taking special care to get the seams straight. Then I put on the new dress
from Mummy. I put on my pink pendant earrings and stepped into a pair of
my new pink shoes. I checked that everything I needed was in my little
white handbag, then put on my light raincoat. I didn't want to show too
much of my lovely legs while walking the short distance to the church.
At the church I slipped off my coat. An usher greeted me with a smile. I
noticed that he took a quick glance at my earrings. He showed me to a pew.
I was surprised to see that there was already a young lady sitting there.
Of course, there were already a number of people sitting in the church,
but what was surprising about the girl in the pew was that she had
earrings exactly the same as mine. And she was wearing the same shade of
lipstick. Her dress wasn't exactly the same as mine, but it was a more or
less similar style. I guessed that she was probably wearing pink knickers
with her name embroidered on them. And a chastity device on her cock. We
smiled at each other nervously as I sat down. I put my folded coat beside
me on the pew. More people arrived and another young lady was shown to
"our" pew. She had the same earrings as we had. And a similar style dress.
Then I noticed that right at the end of the pew there was a doll. I
recognised it as the doll I'd seen at Mummy's on my first visit. The doll
with skirt and petticoats. And (presumably) boy bits in its pretty
knickers. Then Alice arrived and soon afterwards another couple of girls
with more matching earrings. Several of us had folded coats, so these were
all put at the end of the pew, with the boy doll sitting on top of them. I
guess by this time we had all realised why it was that we hadn't been
invited to Mummy's house every weekend. Now we knew that she had had
several different dolls to play with.
I noticed that our pew, with a row of young ladies dressed up like dolls,
wearing matching red lipstick and all with matching pink pendant cock
earrings, attracted glances from other members of the congregation. I
tried to smile sweetly and confidently. But actually, knowing that I was
one of a row of six boys in dresses was very stimulating and I felt a
squeezing sensation inside my chastity device. A skirt-lifting moment was
being prevented. A public embarrassment avoided, albeit not without a
little discomfort. But soon the service began and when the bride arrived,
it was Mummy that most people were interested in watching.
A little later, when the bride and groom walked down the aisle as man and
wife, Mummy gave us all a big smile. Obviously pleased that we had all
arrived. All six of her dollies with her special matching earrings. There
couldn't have been more than six; none of Mummy's dollies would have dared
not to come.
Her new husband also noticed us and seemed rather surprised at our
somewhat uniform appearance. I noticed that he had stud earrings. Perhaps
Mummy had already got him wearing knickers? Perhaps we were there all
together in a row so that he would get an idea of what might be in store
for him? I had that squeezing sensation again. But soon they had walked
past us, followed by the group of immediate family. Then Helen and another
girl appeared. She told us that there would be an hour or two before the
sit-down meal would start. "The photographer will take quite some time,"
she explained. "So the bride would like you all to get to know each other
a bit better. Come along with me to the hotel. It's only a couple of
buildings down the street." She led us out through a side door to avoid
the crowd. At the hotel she led us straight up to the bridal suite. She
already had the key.
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