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Chapter 8
Victor woke up in a daze as his alarm went off. Well not his alarm, it
sounded more like a porn tape from someone who had forgotten to use their
headphones or the mute button. He wondered where the noise came from as
he had never downloaded or used a sound like this. It wasn't the only
strange thing as he felt weird all over. Weird, but good in away.
Everything around him, especially around his legs felt so soft, slippery
and electrifying.
Less great was the rather intense pain his cock was in as well as the
nasty taste of sperm in his mouth. A taste he sadly knew from when his
girlfriend had kissed him once in the heat of the moment after giving him
a blowjob, something that had instantly killed his mood. In his sleep
groggy mind it was hard to make sense of all these weird unusual
sensations.
Still somewhat groggy Victor moved his hand in the direction of the
noise, feeling weird as something hard attached to his fingers hit the
hard surface of the phone screen and something weirdly fleshy behind the
phone. The alarm stopped as the phone screen lit up, a picture of a
rather average rock hard and rather hairy cock peeking over the edge of
some boxer shorts in a low effort dick pic that instantly grossed Victor
out.
The light of the phone screen also gave him a better look at what had hit
the screen first, the one inch long hot pink acrylic nail stuck to his
finger. The shock of it all made his entire dreadful situation come back
to him. The shock cleared up the fog in his mind making him remember
yesterday's events very clearly. It made him feel a little faint with
embarrassment as he stared at the dick on his phone in horror.
Right at that moment the door to Victors room swung open startling him as
his eyes were forced shut when the light went on soon after. "What the
hell? Who's there?" he exclaimed annoyed yet when he heard the confident
clicking of heels he already knew who it was. Something that was quickly
confirmed as his eyes adjusted to the light and he could see the tall
imposing yet sexy woman fully dressed and ready for her day who had
tricked him into this mess standing at his bedside smirking down on him.
"Good morning Princess Vickie, I hope you had a good first night here.
I'm here to supervise your morning ritual which is pretty much the same
as your evening one. After all I have to check if you still remember
everything correctly," Linda said matter of factly as she walked around
the bed to the far side of the room where she opened the curtains.
"It's fucking early, who the hell even set that alarm? And what's up with
that gross background?" Victor demanded, he was hungry but well rested
now, yesterday's events had faded to a bad memory bringing renewed vigour
to his fight.
"Language sissy! You don't want to start your day bent over my lap now do
you? I set that alarm for you. I won't have you sleeping all day and
lazing through this job I so generously gave you and as you must have
realised yesterday you'll take some time to get ready so you'll need the
head start. I want full productive day's out of you. As far as that new
screensaver of yours is concerned you should be a little more
appreciative. It's your fan mail after all. All pretty things on social
media have to deal with numerous dick pics all the time. Your profile
links just asked to send them to a specific chatbot linked to an app on
your phone which will make sure you'll get to see each and every picture
your fans send you. It'll change every time you open and close your phone
or swipe between screens, I'm sure you'll be popular enough for the app
not to run out of new pictures any time soon and your fans will love
knowing that you have seen their pics," Linda smirked it was an app based
on her idea, developed by her command, an app meant to get the sissies
used to seeing different cocks of all sorts.
Not knowing how to react to this horrid bit of information Victor just
stared at Linda in shock. "So what is it going to be? Are you going to
wish me a good morning and address me a little more respectfully or do
you want me to ben you over my lap and spank you?" She asked calmly.
"You're insane, I demand you remove that app right away, this is just
plain gross. I don't owe you any respect at all. If I have to promote
that stupid store of yours and adhere to this stupid lifestyle then I
demand not to have to suffer more indignities than what I have to post on
those stupid social media profiles. You can't spank me and those nasty
pictures are definitely out of the question," Victor ranted angerly.
Before he was even fully done Linda had thrown his covers off of him, sat
down on the side of his bed and quickly drug him over her lap with
greater force than Victor gave her credit for. It was all done with a
speed that left a recently woken up Victor with no possible response. He
tried to struggle free from Linda's iron grip, but with him already
pinned down on her lap there was no way out anymore.
This time Linda didn't make a show out of the spanking. She just acted
quickly and efficiently. His morning ritual would take a long time that
wasn't a lie and she had a business to run after all. Still she needed to
show him who was the boss around here. He needed to learn his place and
learn to obey each and every command. Considering his overwhelming
situation and what had happened yesterday Linda hadn't expected such a
resistance from Victor it was honestly quite exhilarating as even she had
a hard time keeping him pinned.
With a swift motion Linda pulled his panties down to around his ankles
and flipped his nighty up before starting to rain down a quick torrent of
harsh vicious spanks on his defenceless bottom. Around the seventh spank
Victor's struggles turned to hopeless squirming as he tried avoiding the
sharp stinging spanks, but unlike last time Linda didn't stop at ten, she
pushed through to twenty like she had warned yesterday by which time
Victors bottom felt like it was on fire. He had to try his very best not
to let a tear roll down his cheek.
"So Vickie, what is it going to be? Are you going to apologise and
properly greet me, or are you going to keep on complaining? Just let me
know so I can decide whether I can let you go and we can get on with our
day or if I need to grab the hairbrush for a repeat," Linda simply said
as she admired how his bottom looked an even deeper pink than his panties
by now.
Victor felt torn. He couldn't just be okay with this, with those dick
pics being forced in his face constantly or with this constant treatment
like a sissy. Having to provide content for that account was bad enough
as it was. Then again his bottom was burning a lot, he couldn't risk
getting another spanking like he had just received. Let alone one
administered with a hairbrush. His bottom couldn't stand it.
As much as it hurt his ego he realised he had to give in to Linda's
demands. He had to apologise. There was no way he would get away from the
woman's lap and it wasn't like Linda would stop at 20 extra strokes with
the hairbrush if he didn't yield. After a last attempt to squirm off of
Linda's lap he yielded. "I am sorry for being so rude Miss Linda and I
would like to wish you a good morning as well," Victor said hanging his
head while still laying across Linda's lap.
"Much better Vickie, now get off my lap and go show me how you'll go
about your morning. Remember last night's evening ritual and modify it to
how you think it would fit into a good morning ritual. Don't worry, I'll
be here to follow along and give pointers where needed or remind you when
you forget certain steps," Linda said releasing her grip on Victor who
jumped off her lap and pulled his panties up as fast as possible.
He was just about to walk to the bathroom when his phone moaned loudly
making him blush. Given what was since this morning displayed on his
screen the moans his phone made to signal messages and calls were that
much more embarrassing. Trying to ignore his phone Victor carried on to
the bathroom, but he was stopped dead in his tracks by Linda who was back
up on her feet. "Aren't you forgetting something Vickie? You're phone is
the most important part of your job. It takes priority over all other
parts," she exclaimed.
Embarrassed and defeated Victor sulked back to his bed, fearing what he
would see now when he opened his phone. With Linda's explanation of the
app it worried him greatly. Like he feared the first thing he saw when
opening his phone was another dick pic, this one a bit bigger, just as
hairy, but with greying pubic hair and no underwear in sight. It made him
nauseous, thinking about how he was looking at the cock of a way older
man.
As fast as he could he clicked through to the message from his social
media team just to get the dick out of sight, not that it mattered that
much, the message was just as worrying. "Good morning princess Vickie, I
hope you had a good night's rest and we hope your fans did too. To let
your fans know you care about them that's what you are going to do, you
are going to snap a selfie without make-up after your morning ritual so
it looks like you have just woken up. You will post this to your stories
with the simple words 'good morning and have a nice day' you go and have
a nice day yourself." The message read leaving Victor shocked.
Makeup less even with his somehow softer skin and with his plucked
eyebrows there was no way people who knew him wouldn't recognise him.
Hell even yesterday's makeup selfie which now was his profile picture was
risky enough not a lot of man had such long black curls like he did. It
was part of his identity, his trade mark, the way most of his friends and
family knew him. This was just too risky, he had to find a way out of
this. He simply had to.
"Uhm Miss Linda, I have uhm an important question to ask. Would it be
possible to have a word with the social media team as I'm really
uncomfortable with their latest task," Victor said awkwardly, fearing
that Linda would go over to punishing again. It was the very reason he
tried being as respectful as possible. Which only made him feel
ridiculous beyond believe given how daintily he was dressed. He felt like
a child asking for permission and that for something he considered
evident. Refusing this shouldn't even be a problem, yet with Linda he
knew not doing exactly as he was told, no matter what he was told, was a
problem.
"No way Vickie, those tasks are your very job, all the rest is just there
to make sure you do your job properly. You will carry out each and every
task to the letter and that is final, now get started on your morning
routine," Linda firmly spoke. She knew exactly what his task had been,
after all each and every one had been approved by her personally. His
reaction was the exact one she was hoping for, now all that rested was to
let his worry and desperation get the better of him before offering a
solution.
Hanging his head Victor sulked back to the bathroom. Observing him Linda
made a clear mental note. He would most definitely need some intense
corrections with regards of how he moved. Those were concerns for later
though, now she had a morning ritual to observe.
For the most part the morning ritual went pretty well. He started by
running his bath like Linda had shown yesterday, this was followed by
getting that damn towel out of his hair and stripping out of his current
outfit which was neatly placed in the hamper with special care not to
damage anything. Being naked with his cage on display was embarrassing,
but not nearly as embarrassing as his outfit was.
This was followed by the removal of his facial mask and the application
of more hydrating cream. All excuses not to have to go to the worst step
of all that horrid enema which hung on the wall as a constant reminder of
what still awaited him. Trying to sneakily ignore he still had to do that
enema Victor walked over to the tub and threw in another bath bomb and a
vial of bath oils.
He was just about to step in when Linda coughed once dragging his
attention towards herself. "Aren't you forgetting something sissy? You
need to be clean inside and out, now since the inside cleaning can be
slightly messy I highly suggest you do that first. In fact I insist,"
Linda said with a huge smirk on her face.
Worried Victor looked up at the enema bag on the wall, then at Linda, he
couldn't just give in to this very emasculating treatment that didn't
matter anyways. "Look Miss Linda, with all due respect, but it makes no
sense. I can't use that enema bag besides no one will notice it. Just
please let me skip this step. I can always wash my butt so I certainly
won't stain my panties, but not this," Victor pleaded cautiously afraid
of another spanking, but wanting to stand up for himself anyway, that in
the most polite way possible.
"Vickie, Vickie, Vickie, what am I supposed to do with you? Are you
really going to keep challenging me on every step? I already told you I
would be more than happy to bend you over my lap and do it for you, mixed
with a spanking maybe? I bet if we live stream it you would get a bunch
of fans especially after a clip would certainly go viral. In fact that's
a great idea. Why don't you come and lay across my lap so we can get
started, I'll call Stephanie in here to play camera sissy for us," Linda
suggested as she sat down on the close lidded toilet patting her lap.
Horrified at the prospect Victor rushed to the button to fill the enema
bag then took the nozzle and hose and got in position to administer it
himself on the floor. "Th... that won't be necessary Miss Linda, I'll do
it myself," he said lubing up the nozzle and forcing it up his bottom
before she could reply. He didn't want to give her an opportunity to
force her horrid idea upon him. He'd much rather do it himself than
putting Linda in control of the nozzle and being broadcasted as well.
Linda just smirked, everything was falling into place. Victor even looked
eager to have his enema now, or was it eager to avoid her proposal? It
didn't matter really, he did as she asked which was all that mattered.
While her idea would have been fun it was mainly meant to scare him
anyways. Now that she thought about it she might as well up the ante and
get him a little more obedient for the future.
"Well I guess it wouldn't be wise to stop you mid enema, heavens forbid
the mess you could make. Maybe we can just do it this evening or some
other time then. Your disobedience really gets my creativity flowing so
I guess I should be thankful. I wonder what I'll come up with next time
you refuse," Linda said with a huge smirk, the thought of her making one
of her more outrageous ideas a reality was bound to keep Vickie in check.
Victor didn't answer, he just suffered through his enema, completely
embarrassed and worried about the idea he had given Linda. As bad as his
enema was it would be nothing compared to being broadcasted. One thing
was for certain, he would think twice before refusing Linda anything in
the future.
With his enema over it was time for his heavily scented bath. Setting the
rubber duck timer he started to wash and scrub like he had been told to
yesterday, staying in the warm water for at least thirty minutes under
Linda's constant supervision. By the time he got out his body looked
slightly pink from all the scrubbing, the way it had to look as per
Linda's requirements. He was smoother than ever, smelling heavily like
flowers as the scent only got stronger when he applied the necessary
lotions.
"Much better, you did decent for your first autonomous morning ritual,
I'll probably have to supervise a few more times, but in time I'll be
able to trust you know what to do. Now while you were in the bath I
checked what that task was you were so apprehensive about and I think I
discovered why you were so reluctant. It's about how recognisable you are
isn't it? I mean without makeup and with that hair you look like the
Victor I first met. I also bet there aren't a lot of guys with such
luscious black curls as you. Those thinly plucked eyebrow do nothing to
conceal your identity really," Linda said hitting the nail on the head.
Was she finally seeing things his way for once? Victor thought, this
couldn't be real right? She was of course completely right about his
reason for being so apprehensive but he wasn't quite certain about her
intentions so all he answered with was a cautious nod.
"I know how scary it can be if you want to keep this job a secret from
all your friends and family. I mean we plan to put some money towards
advertising your posts to reach as many people as possible. There only
needs to be one person you know who sees this post and shares it tagging
your personal account and the jack would be out of the box without a
possibility of putting it back in," Linda said trying to sound
understanding, but really only intending to build his fear towards
exposure. It was perfect bait, now all she needed was for him to bite.
"It got me thinking, if you want to keep this secret from those you know
I want to respect that. I only have your best interest in mind after all.
However I also have to think about my franchise. I can't afford to pay
you so royally for a job you don't even do. So that got me thinking and I
think I have the perfect solution for the both of us. A thorough
makeover. I know Suzan is more than capable to hide the real Victor
underneath a fa?ade we can sell as Princess Vickie. I am thinking about a
new hairstyle, and even a new hair colour along with some other non-
permanent treatments to help disguise the real you. If you accept I can
make an exception for this morning cancelling all your tasks until after
your transformation. I'll also allow the deletion of that first picture
and make your new look your profile pic. That way it will be near
impossible for people to recognise you and we can just turn it all back
when your contract ends," Linda offered.
Victor didn't know what to make of this a complete makeover, especially
one led by that horrid Suzan was not something he would ever want. Given
the circumstances it might be his best option though. The idea of a
complete disguise that could be reversed after this was all over
certainly had merit. Things would be at least somewhat easier and less
embarrassing if he could become Princess Vickie. Someone who would simply
cease to exist after his contract ended. It was the best security he had
to be able to turn back to his old life without consequences and a fat
pay-out. After all it wasn't just being recognised by his friends and
family he had to worry about, but also by his followers once this was
over.
As terrible as it was Linda was right this was the best solution
available to him, one that would solve many problems. Naked and
embarrassed he wasn't really in a confident bargaining position, but he
tried anyways. "I... I'll do it, under one condition, I get to remove
that first pic right now, the less people who see it the better," He
stated.
"You have a deal princess, if it allows you to get more into the role of
sissy we need you in, to really adopt the sissy princess Vickie persona
then I believe this can only be mutually beneficial. Why don't you grab
you phone and delete that first picture right away? I'll make a call to
Suzan with the specifics and notify the social media team. I'll soon join
you back in your room to help pick out your outfit for the trip," Linda
said as she rushed out of the bathroom, through the room and into the
hallway.
A feeling of intense relief washed over Victor, for the first time in his
stay here he felt like he had made a decisive victory, finally getting
something done from Linda. He didn't like being a sissy one bit, but at
least this would save him from the possibly terrible consequences. Self-
satisfied he quickly removed last night's picture off of all his
profiles.
Being alone with those worries off his plate he felt somewhat at ease
once again. Which was really strange considering how he was scrubbed
clean and smooth, standing here looking like a real sissy with his hair
free body in nothing but the hot pink chastity cage.
He might think he had won, but once again Linda was the real winner. She
had gotten her wish to push Victor into a thorough makeover and
consequentially further down sissy lane. Best of all she had made him
believe that was what he wanted. Oh manipulating sissies was such fun.
Two quick calls later Linda marched back into Victor's bedroom, smiling
broadly as she saw him standing there awkwardly, but somewhat more
relaxed in the hyper girly room. "Lets find you something pretty to wear
shall we? I was thinking something in sync with the makeover you'll be
getting," She said, instantly seeing the look of worry return on his
face.
It brought him straight back to reality, the fact that he would remain
somewhat more anonymous was quickly overshadowed by the dread of what
other sissy nightmare he would have to wear next. At least if all went
well he wouldn't be recognised as himself after this morning. He remained
none too happy about having to be a sissy.
Linda didn't care one bit however, she just walked over to his closet
which harboured one piece of each item she sold at her CC boutique, as an
influencer she wanted Vickie to show off as much of her collection as
possible. So far most of her customers had been interested in the
classical outfits like sissy maids, school girls and the likes. She
wanted to show that her collection was more than some funny stereo types,
that she also had genuine sissy fashion lines instead of just sissified
versions of stereotypical costumes.
The first thing she compiled was his lingerie. It consisted of a powder
pink nearly white looking satin corset which tied together in the back
with a bright emerald satin ribbon. The garter straps just like the
ribbon in the back were made out of emerald satin with powder pink bows
covering the tabs. The stockings belonging to the set were made out of
powder pink sheer nylon that gave his legs the most subtle pink shine.
They had an emerald back seam and stocking tops. Finally the panties
followed the same colour scheme. Unlike a lot of the panties he had worn
already these were thong styled and on the small side. They were mainly
made out of powder pink satin. The streamers and big bow of his corset
was centred straight above the back part of the thong which rode tightly
and uncomfortably up his butt crack. The front left a hole for his
chastity to peek through, underneath another big emerald satin bow to
provide the hot pink accent in his lingerie to keep it matching with his
nails.
Like before Linda pulled his corset way too tight again to the point
where he was afraid he would be snapped in half. The stockings on the
other hand took him just as long as before, he was terrified of snagging
them so he handled them with the utmost care. A delight for Linda to see.
The way he handled his stockings really made him look like such a sissy.
This time she required him to get his own seams straight and his back
garters attached which took a couple retries and a whole bunch of
fumbling.
His outerwear consisted of two big pieces, an emerald green satin skirt
and a powder pink satin blouse. The skirt was a very long one, starting
where his waist was at its smallest, pulled in the most by his corset and
ending down at his ankles. It hugged his hips and legs very tightly all
the way down to the middle of his shins before flaring out widely in a
ruffled mass down to his ankles. The blouse just like the skirt hugged
his body tightly, the row of buttons in the middle was framed with a
ruffled border on each side. It's neck reached up till just below his
chin and the sleeves were short and puffed up, a big emerald bow sitting
on the edge of each sleeve.
For accessories the outfit had a broad lacquered hot pink belt further
accentuating his pulled in waist, a pair of powder pink lace fingerless
gloves tied off with an emerald ribbon at his wrists, five inch tall
emerald leather stiletto heels with a hot pink heel and a small emerald
green leather clutch purse finished the look.
All dressed up Victor barely had any room to move left. He felt very
insecure on the tall thin heels, only confident enough to maintain his
balance while standing still. Even that was tricky with how close his
legs were force together due to the skirt. The flared out base allowed
some space, but due to the restriction reaching down to his mid-calf that
was only enough to allow one foot to move only a couple of inches in
front of the other. The satin material of his skirt didn't yield one bit
either. If he would want to take a step he would need to put one foot
right in front of the other instead of walking like he use to. It was
bound to give him a pronounced wiggle.
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