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Alan pulled open the bus door, and was surprised to see ten of his mates
in the bus. All that stuff about only inviting five was just a wind-up,
he thought. And the lads certainly weren't aware that he was expecting
less. He immediately put behind him the humiliation of the last 24 hours,
and got in to party mode. There was a lot of laughing and joking as they
headed for the race track and much comment about Alans choice of after-
shave. He weathered the storm of derision about stinking like a Turkish
brothel. When they arrived, they were given a pre-set lunch of prawn
salad followed by French fancy cakes. There was a lot of ribbing about
who had chosen the food, it was not the steak and chips that Alan had
imagined might be on the list. "That's what comes when you trust a woman
to organise things" he said as they picked over the lettuce leaves.
But they were all keen to get out on the track, and see what was
available to drive. The afternoon passed by in a blur of pleasure, and
they each had the chance to drive some fabulous high performance cars.
The last drive of the day was a time trial, and the cars had been pre-
selected for each person. Alan was the last to go and having seen his
mates drive the mile distance in Ferraris and Porsches, he was horrified
to see a bright pink VW Beetle wheeled out. The lads thought it was a
hoot, and cheered Alan to get into his girlie car and "drive carefully."
He was indignant and asked if he could change cars, but this was not an
option apparently, on instructions from the lady who booked it. He was
slightly mollified when he discovered that the car had been souped up and
had decent acceleration, but even so, he came last in the time trial.
They headed off to the hotel in the minibus again, and went to the
private room booked for them, which had a bar. The beer started to flow,
and at 8pm, the food was served, with the whole group seated round one
table. By now, Alan had nearly forgotten about his stupid corselette,
although he kept his jacket on just in case it showed through the white
shirt.
The food was good - mixed starters, then steak and chips basically, and
red wine and they were all slowing to a halt over the cheese when the
manager from the hotel announced a special visitor. He then stood back
from the doorway, and in marched two people - a tall woman in a long
black coat and a shorter man in a tuxedo. They strutted to the end of the
room which had more space, and the man plugged in a small boombox he was
carrying and set it going to some loud anthem like music. The woman was
quite an eyeful, her hair a mass of blonde curls and the lads all gasped
when she threw off her coat to the man, to reveal a short red dress which
barely contained her bosom. She strutted her stuff in time to the music,
and picked out Alan as the groom-to-be, and began to flirt with him. The
lads all cheered and encouraged Alan to get up and join in the dance with
blonde.
In the meantime, the man had pulled a stand of some sort out from the
corner, and whipped the cloth off it, revealing two lengths of wood in a
cross shape, attached to the stand. The blonde put her arms around Alan,
and hugged him tight into her bosom, which brought even greater cheers
from the boys. She took control of their movements and he was happy to be
embraced and almost lifted off his feet and she swung him towards the
stand. He felt himself come into contact with something, and was caught
between her body and the stand. Quick as a flash, the man took his wrist
and slid it into a small noose of rope, and pulled it tight, doing the
same to the other wrist, so that Alan was held spread-eagled on the cross
with his arms pulled out above his head.
The strippergram lady continued her dance, and began to interact with her
male helper. She pulled the jacket from him, and threw it to one side,
and then she stood behind him and wrapped her arms around, reaching for
the buttons on his shirt. She swiftly pulled the shirt open, popping the
buttons with her strong hands. The lads were really enjoying this, better
than strip club. They all cried out in surprise, when they realised that
the man was dressed in bright pink corset, and as he dropped his
trousers, he revealed suspenders and black stockings. With a final
flourish, the lead dancer grabbed her man by the hair, and pulled - it
was a wig, and they realised that he was a she, and they roared and
cheered their approval. It was the tall ones turn to be stripped now, and
sure enough, the support dancer, unzipped the red dress on her friend,
and revealed another pink corset and stockings. The two women danced
around the tables, caressing the men, and teasing them with their sexy
bodies.
Alan was feeling rather left out, as they were ignoring him and putting
on a show for the lads. But they soon turned towards him, and Alan could
see their faces more clearly. His heart sank. He recognised Alison, now
her male disguise was gone, and realised that the tall blonde was
actually his Mother-in-law. The two women advanced on him, and began to
caress his body and Sandra took a firm grip on his crotch and squeezed
his caged dick, which was aroused from watching the performance of his
wife, but now suffering horribly from the bite of the pins inside the
cage. Sandra and Alison stood either side of him as the music came to a
close, and then with one swift movement, they grasped his shirt front
from each side, and pulled, the studs popping open and revealing Alan in
his bright pink corselette. The lads suddenly paused in their applause,
trying to work out what they were seeing, then burst out into gales of
laughter at the sight of Alan wearing a matching corset to two ladies.
His trousers were pulled down to show the full effect, and then removed
from his ankles. Alison them ceremoniously and rather sexily, produced a
pair of scissors and cut away his shirt and trousers, and tossed them
into a rubbish bin in the corner.
Sandra called for quiet and made an announcement. "Gentlemen, I hope you
have enjoyed your day, and the supper and entertainment, and I'm sure you
will join in my big thankyou to Alan, soon to be known as Alice for his
sporting contribution - he is joining my family in the next two weeks,
and we thought that we'd show that uniting of Alice and Alison was not
just a superficial event, but ran deeper. Alan interrupted. "My name is
Alan, for heavens sake, not Alice." "Al is Alan or Alice or Alison, they
are all Al, and we need to differentiate between Alison and Alan, so
Alice is my chosen name for you, my lovely boy" replied Sandra. "Well
it's not my choice," complained Alan, at which point, Sandra reached down
and pulled her panties off and stuffed them in his mouth, using a scarf
handed to her by Alison to keep them in place. This brought great cheers
from the lads, who couldn't quite believe their eyes as the announcement
continued.
"In this age of gender confusion, Alison and I have decided that this
marriage will not be based on traditional roles but rather the best
person for the job. I am supporting Alice financially in his investment
business, and expect to do rather better than him, once we have resolved
the current overdraught and debts. In turn Alice will support Alison in
her nursing career, ensuring she has a stable home environment and a good
sex life (cheers from the lads), and finally, Alison will grow her career
to meet my lifelong aspirations for her. So, enjoy the rest of the night,
the minibus arrives at midnight, please ensure Alice is delivered home
safely, and in the meantime, join him in celebrating his new corselette
and celibate condition. Goodnight everyone!"
Alan scowled furiously at this, but the gag prevented him from protesting
his treatment, and indeed that the marriage described was not the sort of
marriage he had in mind. When he got out of this mess, he'd put both
women straight. The lads crowded round him, still bound to the cross, and
cracked jokes at his expense, and eventually someone untied his gag and
he sighed with relief. "Just untie me now, and I might call it a day.
Perhaps we can get the bus in early?"
"No way, pal, or should I call you Palice" joked one of his more extreme
mates. "Its time for a few more beers to celebrate you losing your
bachelorhood. And whats this about being celibate? Is your dick out of
action? Or is it worn out from too much wanking?" The lads just couldn't
stop laughing, and one of them pointed to the closed flap on Alans
crotch, and asked what it was. "Oh nothing, just, part of the bloody
corset." But now they had seen it, they wanted to explore, so it was
unhooked and opened and out popped Alans caged dick. This brought more
roars of laughter, as they pulled and poked it, and commented on the
padlock. They then discovered the padlocks on his corselette and crotch,
and were now becoming intrigued by his predicament.
"So, your Mother-in-law has locked you up in a cock cage and corset, but
who has the keys? Noooo, don't tell me, she's given the keys to Alison so
she decides when its playtime? Under the thumb, already mate, but maybe
we can spring you from the cage, liberate the groom for one last fling
before he's doomed to serve...."
The mechanically minded ones started looking at ways they might pick the
lock or just cut it off, but Alan refused to consider any of these, as he
knew that his financial loan from Sandra might be in jeopardy. "Just
leave it be, and untie me from this cross, I need a beer, and I'm going
to have to borrow a coat from someone to get home. They released him, and
beers started to appear, almost as if the lads wanted to apologise for
the way they had laughed. They commented that he didn't make too bad a
looking bird, just needed some hair and a shave! "Don't go getting any
ideas, you lot, I've got enough on my plate to deal with" he complained.
"Well, any time you fancy a date, just call me" said James, who was
outwardly gay, and rather enjoying the sight of this fella in a corset.
Midnight came, and their minibus turned up to take them all home. It was
quite chill outside, and no-one was keen to offer Alan a coat to hide his
corset, so they marched him out boldly through the hotel foyer, much to
the amusement of the staff and few guests who were still drifting about.
James made a point of sitting next to Alan on the bus, and settled his
hand surreptitiously but firmly on his leg, and hushed Alan as he tried
to protest. "Shhhh sweetheart, its ok to wear a corset, I just love it,
and you look divine to me. I'll make sure none of the lads do anything
stupid like tie you to a lamp-post like you hear about some stagnights.
I'll be your knight in shining armour, you can be my lady-in-waiting."
Alan groaned, and whispered that he didn't want to be anybodys lady-in-
waiting, and please remove your hand from my leg before any of the other
lads see whats going on. James smiled with delight. "Oh my, methinks the
Lady Alice doth protest too much, but its alright, sexy, your secret is
safe with me. I like your chosen name, by the way, Alice is a very pretty
name."
When they got to Alans house, James got out to allow Alan out, and then
announced that as he lived not far from there, he would see Alan in to
his house safely before walking home. The bus drove away, and James took
Alan by the arm, and sashayed down the path with him. "Door keys?" asked
James. Alan fumbled around and realised that he didn't have any keys,
they were in his ruined trousers which got left behind at the hotel.
"Damn, no keys, sorry." James boldly rang the doorbell, and saw a light
come on in the hall.
The door opened, and Alison smiled broadly at the two men. "Safe delivery
of one groom-to-be," announced James with great charm. Alison was a sight
to see, clad in just her pale blue baby doll nightie and negligee and
fluffy slippers. It was a shame he didn't fancy women, thought James.
"Why thankyou, kind sir," she replied, and invited him in for coffee. She
kissed Alan passionately as he came in, and told him how lovely he
looked. Alan scowled. "I'll look better when I get back into my proper
clothes," he complained.
Sandra was in the lounge where they had been enjoying a final glass of
wine, as they waited for Alans return. She was also ready for bed, but in
full length vintage nightdress, a concoction of lace, nylon and ruffles.
Sandra embraced James and gave him a double kiss in true continental
style, and she also took Alan into a bearhug embrace and planted a big
kiss on his cheek, her lipstick remaining bright red.
"Good day out, then James?" she asked. "Did Alice get up to any mischief
after we left?"
"Alice was as good as gold," replied James "he was left on the cross for
a while before we released him, but we did have a good laugh with him
about his little cage." "You may have laughed, but I don't see it that
way" growled Alan. "And I'd like to get out of this corset now if you
don't mind."
Sandra laughed. "Oh but we do mind, the corset was our gift to you for
the whole weekend, so you have the pleasure of wearing it all of
tomorrow..." Alan scowled, but didn't want to start a row whilst James
was there. James tried to break the tension by changing the subject of
the conversation.
"I must say how impressed I was that Alice (if you don't mind me using
Al's new name, grin) joined in the fun tonight, the three of you must
have practiced the deception, we none of us knew who you were when you
arrived."
"Yes we practiced the make-up and costumes, and we also tried to make it
a big surprise for Alice, as it was his stag night. He may have told you
that he is obsessed by the idea of having more kinky adventurous sex, and
as Mummy has prohibited actual vanilla sex ahead of our wedding, we felt
it only fair to Alice to show him how kinky we could be with
unconventional sex in the meantime."
"Look, will you stop calling me Alice, my names Alan, and I'm not into
kinky sex or anything like that," shouted Alan. Sandra looked at Alison,
and then at James. She sighed, and turned to Alan. "I'm really not
prepared to accept this level of antagonism and misbehaviour, Alice. I
might have some sympathy with you, but I know that you have explicitly
asked Alison for kinky sex, she has told me all about your ideas, and as
far as I can tell, this includes gender mixing and boy-boy, boy-girl and
girl-girl action as well as boys being girls and the other way round."
Alan tried to object again, and Sandra grabbed her soiled panties from
her handbag, and looking to the other two for help, stuffed them back
into Alans mouth, the scarf being tied tightly to keep the musky panties
in place. As he tried to rip the gag away, James swiftly used another
scarf to tie Alans wrists behind his back. James was strong and the two
women appreciated his help. They pushed Alice down into an armchair, and
added a further scarf to his ankles, so he was immobile.
"I know its late, but shall we share a bottle of wine whilst we think
about how we take Alice forward? I think we understand her position on
this, she secretly desires kinky sex, but is too embarrassed to admit
it," summarised Sandra. Alan tried to talk through his gag, but they
could not make out what he was trying to say, so they ignored him. "I'll
just pop and fetch a few things that Alison and I have bought, and we can
see additional ideas James has. Isn't this just such fun, planning ahead
for the happy union of these two lovely people?" She returned with a
large box, and the first thing that came out was a pair earplugs and an
MP3 player. I've programmed some nice learning lessons onto this for
Alice to listen to, and it will keep her occupied whilst we have grown-
ups talk. She fitted the ear plugs to him and set the player running.
She then produced a black satin hood which she slid onto Alice's head and
drew the ribbon drawstring closed around his neck, tying it off in a
pretty bow beneath his chin. It was a thick satin, and Alan's vision was
reduced to zero, his head was just filled with the sound of music, in
fact it was the Sound of Music with Julie Andrews singing. He was in a
world of his own.
Alison poured the wine and Sandra began asking James about what he
considered to be kinky sex. James blushed a little, but could see he was
in the presence of a broad-minded woman. "Well, there's penetrative and
non-penetrative, and back and front entrances, and of course oral, and
playing with all sorts of toys, and bdsm in all its forms, punishment,
domme/sub arrangements, and then of course, between same sex and opposite
sex relationships. I can speak more about how two men might have what
they think to be kinky sex, but that's not what you have in mind for
Alice, or is it? What have you tried out so far?"
"Well, he has had the pleasure of giving oral sex to Alison and myself,
and we have milked him - you know, prostate milking. And he has been tied
up quite a bit, mainly to keep focussed on the job in hand" she replied
laughing. "The thing is that I want him to be in no doubt that after he
is married, he will be subservient to Ali and myself - we want FLR
principles to apply to the relationship between Alice and my daughter and
I."
"FLR?" queried James. "Female Led Relationship," came the reply. "Wow,
you have chosen quite a macho guy to introduce to that principle!"
commented James. Sandra smiled and continued. "Mmm yes, but we have some
financial leverage - he is in debt, and needs cash quickly, and he has
fallen for Alison hook, line and sinker. His fancy for kinky sex is
probably focussed on him being allowed to do what he likes, but it won't
be like that. So we need to break him into accepting our view of life
ahead."
James pondered a while. "So I can help in the anal department, but I
think you would be better off using butt plugs and dildoes, as its rare a
straight man would agree to another man taking him in the backdoor."
Sandra nodded thoughtfully. "But you could give him oral practice on your
dick while we take him from behind with a strap-on" and she pulled a
strap on belt out of her box, with several different sized dildoes which
attached to the straps. "Oho, I see you're ahead of me in organising the
equipment!"
"As for normal sex, as you have seen, we have caged him so he doesn't get
up to any hanky-panky with other girls, and I see this as a long term
precaution, with release only to make babies and special treats,"
commented Alison.
James was blown away with the plans these two women had made, and was
eager to help them achieve it, as he had often thought that Alan was way
too cocky for his own good, and also seemed to be pretty down on gay
people. "So when would you like my help then?" he asked. "How about
tomorrow afternoon, and you can stop over for supper, and see how we are
getting on with domesticating Alice. I think in the afternoon, I'd like
to try out another form of kinky sex for our aspiring husband. James
nodded his agreement, and set off back to his flat.
All this time, as they finished up the wine, Alan was sitting bound hand
and foot, feeling pretty woozy from all the drink they had got through in
the day, and sick of listening to Julie Andrews going on about raindrops
on roses and whiskers on kittens. His sensory deprivation left him almost
dizzy when he felt someone untying his ankles. But he remained gagged and
blindfolded and plugged into the music as he was guided up the stairs to
the bathroom. Alison then undid his corset flap and unlocked the strap
between his legs, and rolled his girdle up so he could poo and pee. He
recognised the feel of the toilet seat and let go at once, heaving a sigh
of relief that they had thought he might need to go.
Alison then blotted his dick and wiped his bottom as if was a small
child, and replaced his strap and flap, locking the flap neatly in place.
She then steered him to his bedroom and laid him on the bed, where she
was joined by Sandra, who sat on his legs whilst Alison released his
wrists from the scarf tie. He was too exhausted to fight back and allowed
her to retie his wrists to the bed head, and ankles to the bottom of the
bed.
And suddenly, the music stopped. Glory be, he thought, I was going mad
with it. But Sandra changed the soundtrack to one she prepared earlier.
Sandra's voice, and her message was clear. A relaxing background tune
began to play, and then her voice joined in. "Welcome to the family,
Alice, we are so excited that you are being married to Alison, and will
be her housewife and sissymaid for evermore. You will learn to be a good
girl and keep the house spotless, and cook and do the laundry and all
other tasks she sets you. You will obey her at all times, and accept
punishment as she sees fit. You will love your clothes and keep them
spotless. You will look after her clothes to perfection. You will also
provide the same level of devotion to her mother, who has full rights to
punish you for any misdemeanours......"
And it went on for about ten minutes before looping back to the start.
Her voice was deep and sexy, and whilst he wanted rebel against
everything she was saying, he had no choice but to listen until he fell
into a deep sleep, with the messages sliding into his mind through the
night.
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