Wednesday, August 5, 2020

Tuition with the Bentleys

It wasn't that Andrew had had extremely bad grades or that he was stupid but his pushy widowed mother, being a bit of a snob, was convinced that a son of someone of her standing had to achieve well above average. So when one of her posh friends told her about Mr Bentley who, before retiring, had been the head-master of an eminent prep school and who was now available for private tutoring, she knew immediately what to do, although I doubt if her enthusiasm would have been the same had she known a bit more about the seriously eccentric Bentleys.
So it came about that, every other Friday Andrew's mother would drop him off at the Bentley's large Victorian town house where he would timidly walk up the garden-path and ring the oldfashioned big brass doorbell.
You would then, if you'd been an on-looker, have seen the formidable Mrs Bentley open the door and welcome Andrew, tell him to wipe his feet on the mat, usher him inside the house, and close the big front door after him. The Bentley residence breathed an almost Dickensian atmosphere, as did the inhabitants themselves. The Bentleys supposedly lived there with their niece Ashley whom Andrew had never met as she had to keep to bed as she was sickly and never left her room when Andrew was around.
Inside, Mr Bentley himself would then usher young Andrew into the study whilst his wife heated up a kettle to make some tea.  Andrew would quietly sit down on the large leather settee, once again taking in the atmosphere of the large room with the impressive and almost intimidating amount of books on the shelves.  Of course he didn't see how Mrs Bentley carefully mixed an undefined powder into one of the porcelain cups before bringing in the tea things on a tray.
Today, after Mrs Bentley had poured the tea, Mr Bentley had asked him about how it was returning to school  after the holidays, how he got on with his class mates and teachers and how he had fared with the homework task Mr Bentley had given him at his last visit. The boy politely sipped his tea and nibbled on his cookie whilst Mr. Bentley asked his questions and young Andrew provided his tutor with the appropriate answers which seemed to satisfy the elderly gentleman.
Meanwhile Mr Bentley had sat down next to Andrew on the settee, and Andrew never consciously noticed that Mr Bentley's voice had  gotten a strangely hypnotic, droning quality to it.  Pretty soon, although he was still hearing the words and was able to respond to them, it was with all the animation of a sleepwalker.
Mr Bentley checked his watch as Mrs Bentley was clearing the tea things and he thought about the times Andrew had been their guest in the past and how they had first hypnotized the boy, a job made easier by the introduction of the mind altering drug that they slipped into Andrew's tea. Mr Bentley once again checked his watch...just a few more minutes, and the drug would be at full power. Mr Bentley reflected on how lucky they had been to have found  a subject like Andrew.  He looked at Andrew, sitting on the couch, upright but already in a deep trance.  The boy was small for his 17 years, slim and remarkably graceful in his movements, blonde haired and blue eyed, and atypical for his physical age still without any trace of beard-growth.  All of which added up to Andrew being the almost perfect candidate for their depraved little games.
By the time the tea-things had been put away, the Bentleys decided it was time to proceed to the next stage of the day's activities.  Mrs Bentley now also sat down next to the boy and  started whispering into his ear. Mrs Bentley smiled and then told him to follow her. He stood up and meekly let her guide him up the stairs. And when they came to the door of the mysterious niece's bedroom and Mrs Bentley knocked on the door, informing her 'niece' that it was time to to wake up, he had clearly heard a gentle girlish voice conforming that she was awake, not realising that the words had come from his own mouth.
When Mrs Bentley ushered the mesmerized boy into the utterly feminine bedroom he found that he wasn't surprised to find a beautiful silk robe, a pretty matching set of girls undies consisting of a little bra and knickers, a cute suspender belt and stockings neatly laid out on the bed. On the vanity there was a beautiful wig, makeup and next to it was a very cute pair of highheeled ladies shoes. And when Mrs Bentley made him sit him down in front of the vanity,  after undressing him and helping him donning the undies and stockings he seemed to know instinctively how to apply his makeup and how to finish his transformation by carefully placing the beatiful wig on his head before expertly brushing it into an exciting, very feminine youngish style. Finally he added a pair of small diamond earrings. Meanwhile Mrs Bentley, who had left him alone to let him finish his feminine preparations, had returned carrying the dress she wanted him to wear. It was an utterly girlish peach satin party dress with a pretty little petticoat, short puffy sleeves and a big bow at the back. She the helped the still totally apathetic boy who now looked every inch a very pretty young miss to stand up in his heels and lowered the delicate confection of a dress over his head. She then zipped him up and maneuvered him in front of the full-length mirror.
At first he just stood there like a beautiful manikin, passively taking in his transformation. Mrs Bentley watched him, savoring the next moment.  After a moment or two, she whispered :"Welcome back, my darling Ashley". The effect was completely startling, like a doll coming to life. A spark flashed in his eyes and he took a deep breath, looked at
him/herself in the mirror and, when he saw his image, let out a soft moan. Then as he stood coyly before the full length mirror he struck a sultry pose. Andrew had now once again become Ashley. And when 'she' saw Mrs Bentley approach her and gently caress her shoulders 'she' turned around, kissed her 'aunty' and softly mumbled "Thank you aunty, for making me be Ashley again. It was horrible having to be Andrew all this time". "Well darling, you'll be happy to hear that i just had Andrew's mother on the phone and she has agreed to pick him up on Sunday so Mr Bentley can prepare him even better for the coming schoolyear and that of course means our little lady can be with us a little longer this time. Now let's go downstairs and show uncle Arthur how pretty his 'niece' looks in her gorgeous new party dress. It's a good thing he doesn't have a heart-condition as you look so yummie it could kill someone on the spot", she sniggered. 
As expected Mr Bentley was almost dumbstruck when  'aunty' presented his 'niece' to him, looking like a total pageant princess."Do a little curtsey for your uncle Arthur, Ashley darling." she said with a giggle as Ashley elegantly strolled over to her depraved 'uncle' in her glamorous party dress. She obediently complied and when timidly standing in front of  Mr Bentley, she nervously wobbled a little on her skyscraper heels but then did the most elegant feminine curtsey she could master. "Isn't Ashley just divine?" aunty giggled triumphantly. 'Uncle' Arthur looked her over admiringly and smiled as he noticed our princess's pretty face reddening at his scrutiny. "Okay sweetie, now give your uncle a sweet little kiss to thank him and to show him how much of a little lady you are becoming".
And when the feminized boy obediently stepped forward to give his 'uncle' a sweet little kiss on the lips, 'aunty' was grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat, seeing him acting so deliciously helpless, delicate and ladylike. Of course there was a glass of champagne to celebrate Ashley's return and aunty casually mentioned that after dinner they were expecting a guest in the form of her halfbrother Philip, who Ashley should address as 'uncle' Philip. In her familiar mischievous manner Mrs Bentley also suggested that as her halfbrother was supposedly a rather handsome gentleman, she would be expected to practice her flirting techniques on him. Although her beloved aunty had carefully prepared her for such delightful event to come up, the prospect of it actually happening still scared her a bit too.

Of course Mrs Bentley had had very definite ideas about Ashley's desired behaviours and attitudes towards men right from the start of their delicious little experiment.   
The base of what she was expecting  to accomplish is this: When in company Ashley MUST ALWAYS be acutely conscious and aware of the effect she is having on the men in her presence. Consequently she must also learn to be conscious of what some of her actions, poses and movements will do to them. For most women this is an actual skill but former boys have a little advantage here. As even when they have changed quite a bit, not that long ago they had been adolescent boys who knew very well what the sort of young miss they were now portraying would do to them. They have probably had those reactions themselves seeing their new me in the mirror. Just like deep inside they knew very well what the effect would be when they crossed their perfectly smooth nyloned legs with their incredible stiletto heels in a certain provocative manner. The ones who had been susceptible to the crossdressing bug without the help of a depraved aunt had probably been motivated by very similar emotions already(the concept of being seduced by the girl in the mirror is quite common in (initially)heterosexually motivated transvestites).They just have to learn to revel in the role of the seductress , realizing that the effect the mirror girl has on themself also works on other boys and especially grown men.
The basics for Ashley's succes are thus very much there, we just had to make our precious little lady more and more conscious of them and make him realize how excing and rewarding being desirable and desired can be. She must learn to recognize(and love) the lustfull looks and stares and all other signs(yes, even bulging pants) that men and boys who lust after her will undoubtedly show.
Once we have these concepts firmly anchored in Andrew/Ashley's psyche, together with the fetish and sensual aspects of his conversion he will eventually blossom into a total and complete doll, every man and boy's wet dream. And she will revel in her newfound divalike status too, just because it feels soooo good. Behavioural enhancements like these just always work better if there is some sort of effective reward. So Mrs Bentley had been sure from the beginning that Andrew, through his already impressionable predisposition and the medication they had been given him to make him more responsive and obedient, would respond very well to a professional hypnotherapist like Mrs Bentley herself to firmly anchor the forementioned concepts in his pliable little mind.

Of course Andrew/Ashley knew that in the end he had to but actually kissing a real man was still a step further than the last remaining bit of Andrew could take but at the same time his Ashley side was overjoyed at the prospect and could barely wait to finally show their guest her utterly feminine devotion.
So  when their guest had arrived and when 'uncle' Philip finally entered the room, looking really handsome in a expensive conservative suit and tie, she wasted no time and minced over to greet him with a kiss just like aunty had instructed her to. Uncle Philip had actually put his strong muscular hands on her waist and it had felt wonderfull. And when he reacted by looking down on her with a little smile on his face and said: " Thank you for that, darling, that was very sweet.", Ashley blushed profusely whilst fluttering her eyelashes . It wasn't so much the whole act itself that had sent her mind into a delicious turmoil as it was the gesture of submission to this masculine older gentleman. In the company of this real man she was once again reminded of how she was obviously destined to be the fragile ultra-feminine princess that Mrs Bentley had insisted he/she must become.
Mrs Bentley was of course totally delighted to see Ashley acting the perfect demure and slightly feeble young lady, fluttering her eyelashes, feigning shyness and being hopelessly attracted to him. She was actually pretending to be unsteady in her 5inch heels so he'd have to support her. Yes, she was really the perfect submissive girlthing for this incurably vain gentleman and she pulled out all the tricks....... Ashley played the role to perfection and you can only do that if you really understand the part. Aunty had almost underestimated the devious mind of the 'natural transvestite'. Our sweet little Ashley actually seemed to be completely conscious of what her actions and little affectations were doing to the gentleman. She was(as they say) playing him like a fiddle. The point being that Mrs Bentley had really created a delicious pretend niece that was already taking after her mischievous aunt like few real girls could. Her little lady was actually enjoying acting all shy, prissy and delicate but deep inside she was very much the one who was directing this little play. It's where dominant males (i mean the ones who think they are - Mrs Bentley doesn't believe in the concept of dominant males) always lose out. The perfect submissive miss does not exist as real submissives are mostly people with a very low self opinion who can never handle a scenario like this without falling apart. The perfect shy demure ingenue is in the end bound to be a sweet delicate manipulative bitch.....

Of course every good thing has to come to an end and so does a perfectly succesful evening and when it was time for uncle Philip to take his leave our devious Mrs Bentley insisted that our little lady should accompany him to the door to see him out. And when the two of them stood in the small hallway to say their goodbyes uncle Phillip took a step towards her and stood very close to her. Ashley instantly became acutely aware that never before had she stood so close to a masculine older gentleman, especially one that was as tall and handsome as uncle Phillip. Even on her high heels, Ashley had to stand on her tippy-toes to look into his eyes. It felt as if they stood there for a very longlasting moment, making her feel very shy and at the same time even more anxious about what was to come. He then slowly leaned over getting even closer to her. Ashley could almost feel the heat of his body. Something stirred in her panties. His masculinity physically excited her. Ashley had never felt like this before. It made her feel so deliciously vulnerable, delicate and feminine. Then Ashley felt his hands go down and settle on her waist. He gently pulled her towards him. Ashley had not choice. To keep her balance, Ashley had to take a half step forward, resting her arms on his chest. Ashley could feel his belly on hers and his manhood pressing against her frail body. He was rigidly hard. Ashley felt his pants material brush against her delicate nylons when he moved in even closer to intimately kiss her. He held her like that whilst passionately french kissing her for quite a long time. Ashley totally loved it but Ashley was also still a little scared by her own rather disconcerting reactions and unexpected emotions. That didn't keep her from enthusiastically kissing him back and sucking on his thick muscular tongue though, Aunty's little talks were obviously doing their work (even though Ashley can hardly even remember what they were about.....).
It felt like a whole new set of instincts was guiding her. Oh how intoxicating it was to realize that Ashley herself was causing all these frantic urges in this handsome older gentleman and even more the realization of all the little erotic affectations Ashley would let loose on him to raise his desire for her even more. So here Ashley was,  already wriggling her slender silk encased body against her beau's manly frame as erotically taunting as Ashley could and immediatly feeling the result when he virtually shoved her against the wall , his masculine body now pressing into her so much Ashley felt totally physically overpowered, whilst the gentleman was once more frantically kissing her. And when he finally came up for air young Ashley could actually hear him panting......I think our little lady is really starting to enjoy aunty's little games........

Monday, June 29, 2020

To fight boredom......

Just something I did to kill some time while keepin to my home for Corona related reasons. For the Madge and Timmy fans! Enjoy...

Of course it's once again
a Christeen clone playing
the role of Tim/Tiffany
Your name is NOT Timmy.

Saturday, May 23, 2020

When Beverly found out

                                                    When  Beverly found out and........
                       (After an idea originally suggested in a story by Susan Petty)

Up to recently I was fairly shure my name was Marco but if you could see me now you would never believe it, especially if you saw the way I am dressed now. I'm fully made up as a blushing young bride with my hair done up in a very glamorous updo and I'm wearing an exquisite designer bridal gown and veil with clouds of petticoats and full bridal lingerie and I'm waiting for my devious stepmother to get ready and take me to the very exclusive Girlyboy club theme night which tonight is Brides and Grooms. These nights are held at high class hotels and are run by the Girlyboy club for their members to take part in. The cost is quite high but my 'delightfull' stepmother just loves to put me through these nights as she totally adores seeing me like this.
So how did all this come about? It's not that long a story but I should tell it so other silly boys don't unwittingly fall into the irresistably intoxicating mindtrap I seem to be in myself......

It all started when Beverly, my extremely glamourous stepmother unexpectedly returned home one evening and walked in on me,all made up and dressed to the nines in her prettiest clothes and heels, getting ready to go out. I had planned nothing more than a walk to this small neighbourhood shop to buy a packet of cigarettes from the old man who ran the place and who previously had obviously been completely deceived by my little masquerade and had almost been drooling over the mysterious sophisticated miss visiting his humble little shop. That in itself had been so exciting that I had decided to repeat that little scenario to see how far I could take my little deception........
As I stood in front of her my formidable guardian just stared at me with a slightly menacing amazed look on her face but then I also saw a mischievous little grin start to appear on her face.. "Please stepmother, I can explain" I stuttered.  Of course I couldn't but it's what you say when you are panicking and so stressed that you are actually shaking. "Don't say a word, just sit on the bed and wait for me to come back and don't touch or remove anything until I return." She then went into the bathroom and I could hear her talking to someone on the phone but couldn't make out what was being said. I then heard her rummaging in the medicine cabinet and a tap being run. When she returned stepmother told me to take the  tablets she handed to me and to drink the water."Right, now just let those tablets calm you down and then you can tell
me what you're doing in my finest skirt and silk blouse and my sexiest highheeled shoes. It also looks like you're wearing my prettiest slip  as I can see that lavender lace peeping through the slit of my skirt. And are those stockings or hose you have on your legs?" Stockings I timidly admitted."And what's holding them up, honey?" "A...... garter belt", I mumbled. "Show me," she said.
I lifted the hem of my skirt and slip to reveal the lavish 6 suspender belt holding up the gleaming nylons."Well you have certainly done you homework, Marcia honey". "Marcia ?"I mumbled. "Well you're hardly a boy now, are you. I can't keep calling you Marco now you are becoming such a pretty little lady? You are much too convincing for me to not take your efforts serious.... You even have on the lavender camisole I can see the lace and bows through your pretty blouse, I suppose you have the matching bra on under there somewhere, don't you". I nodded my head "and why is my new black swing coat on the bed? Going out were you?"
"No mother I wouldn't dare", I mumbled unconvincingly. "Why not? No one could mistake you for anything other than a very pretty young miss and a sexy one at that." At that I already could feel my excitable little cockette stirring in the delicious silk panties. Lets look in the handbag shall we? She rummaged through the contents and asked why I had an extra pair of panties and a lipstick in there. Was that in case you got kissed by the gentleman admirer you were meeting and the panties for when his avances would make you have an accident in the ones you were wearing? Strangely the more she said the more aroused I was becoming. Please stepmother, don't keep talking like that. I knew it, your 'are' getting turned on at the thought of some man kissing you and feeling you up, aren't you? She sniggered slightly but then she cupped my fairly non-existent breast in her hand and started to squeeze and fondle my nipple. I involuntarily almost purred at her machinations and begged her to stop (as i was about to cum in my pretty panties).When at first I had feared she would throw me out or/and disown me after catching me in her clothes, it now looked as if my formidable stepmother had very different, probably equally ominous plans.
"And no, I'm not going to punish you if that's what you were thinking. Quite the contrary actually....."(she paused for a moment) You see, we haven't really got on to well as I always wanted a daughter, someone who I could have in the shop with me (she ran a small chain of very exclusive fashion boutiques in town) and who I could dress up in pretty dresses and lingerie and who i could take to the beauty parlour with me. But now I'm starting to think that I can kinda have a very pretty pretend daughter to pamper. Just think, you will never ever have to be an ugly filthy boy again or wear those nasty rough boy's clothes. You will be dressed for most of the time in exquisite tight pencil skirts, sexy satin blouses and pretty party dresses with lots of full fluffy frilly petticoats. Wouldn't you like that? No...., I lied. You are obviously in denial, sweetheart. Just look at how stiff your little peeny has gone at my little suggestions." With that she pushed me back onto the bed and my cockette was clearly trying to escape from my pretty panties. I couldn't believe what she did next as she actually put her hand on my stiff weeny in its silky satin layers of lingerie and gently started to stroke it.
"You desperately want to become my glamorous daughter don't you my darling Marcia." She whispered  ameniable as she once again gently stroked my silky cockette.

"Also honey, I have just made a telephone call and signed us up to this very exclusive Girlyboy club. Its cost me over £5000, just to join and on top of that we have to pay to attend their 'special events'." "What do you mean", I asked? "Well Marcia darling, they have theme nights, for example there's a delightfull Brides and Groom weekend at a very exclusive country hotel. There will be 5 couples consisting of 5 boy brides and then there will be 5 gentlemen who love girly boys like you and payed a small fortune for the privilege who will be the grooms. All 5 couples are dressed in the most gorgeous wedding dresses and weddingsuits and they go through a complete wedding ceremony and then there's a reception and there is dancing. Of course at the peak of the night, the eager pretend grooms will take their beautiful brides up to their honeymoonsuite where the randy husbands will passionately make love to them. Other themes include girly birthday parties where you girly boys wear these ultra-feminine little girl party dresses with masses of fluffy petticoats, ribbons, bows and pretty lacey panties, all in the finest silks and satins. And the men will come dressed as pervy uncles or granddads  and they will watch you play party games like pass the parcel where the parcel contains the most exquisite sexy lingerie and when the music stops you rip the paper off and model the lingerie you unwrap for your masculine older admirers. There's musical chairs which ends in you girlies sitting on your uncles laps being naughty and you'll play all kinds of lovely little games I know you are going to love. I can't wait to take you, darling. I think the wedding weekend is coming up first."

From that day onward my formidable stepmother proceeded by keeping the promises she had made and within days all my boys clothes had been replaced by the most stylish designer dresses, skirts, blouses, highheeled shoes and lingerie any fashionable young miss could possibly wish for. I was instructed on everything a 'young lady' needed to know and how to move, walk, talk and behave in great detail. She actually made me practice certain gestures like coqettishly adjusting a strand of hair or coyly fluttering my eyelashes in front of the mirror untill I did it just right. And then there were small things like doing all the normal daily things with fairly modest two centimeter salon nails, which is not as easy as it looks. Even my room had been stripped of all paraphernalia that could even remotely remind me of ever having been a boy and it now had a vanity and my bed now had satin sheets, fluffy pillows and a frilly pink comforter. In fact i was being submersed in this ultra-feminine lifestyle I had allowed my obviously depraved stepmother to seduce me into so completely that even after a mere week or two my old life was already starting to feel like a distant memory.

So as the limo carrying me and and stepmother, who was as usual dressed to absolute perfection herself, drove up to the red carpet of the Regency Hotel I was appropriately shaking with both apprehension and genuine anxiety over the coming procedures. My beautifull attire, the exorbitant bridal gown, the exquisite bridal lingerie and the stunning hairdo really got the transvestite in me into an extremely heightened state of excitement but I was at the same time still more than a bit scared about the consequenses of me being placed in the position of playing the blushing bride for this mature gentleman who obviously desired me as such. Both of us had been given a short profile and picture of the other and I had of course been instructed extensively by mommy about the coming happenings and ceremony and exactly how to think, act and behave. The gentleman who was to be my 'fiancee' had been handpicked by my stepmother from a number of gentlemen that had anxiously volunteered to be my 'groom' for the occasion.
After we had entered the impressive lobby of the hotel that was exclusively reserved for 'the

 you will never ever have to be an ugly filthy boy again
or wear those nasty rough boy's clothes
club', the first thing on the program for the evening was 'the interview with the bride' where the young 'ladies' were to be interviewed 'on camera' for the official wedding video. Of course no cost or effort was spared. There was a complete talkshow decor with a couch for the bride and her chaperone (in my case: stepmother). And the of course apropriately glamorous dressed lady who was doing the interviews was actually the host of a popular celebrity show on a local television channel. The whole thing was of course carefully scripted and stepmother had really put me through my paces on what to say and how to act during the interview. Of course part of the interview would be about the dress, our hair and appearance but the most important and slightly disturbing part would be us expressing our feelings towards our impending wedding and our grooms in particular. Of course this part was exactly up my devious manipulative stepmother's street as she had already shown when she first caught me now almost six weeks ago and had unexpectedly taken a real delight in making me confess to all kinds of embarrassing feelings and desires. So over the past few weeks my stepmother Beverly had been teasing me mercilessly with my impending wedding and how much in love I must be with my wonderful fiancee. At bedtime she had even expertly assisted me in masturbating whilst making me express my being desperately in love with this older gentleman whom I had never really seen in the flesh. I had been shown a short piece of video of him introducing himself and his framed picture was now near my bedsite to 'get me in the right mood' and I was also provided with a large realistic looking dildo so I would get comfortable  with accomodating 'my man' sexually. In the end she had me loudly moaning how much I wanted to be with him whilst I was impaling my slender silk envelloped body on this substitute penis.
Finally the game culminated into the moment when my gown had arrived and she had me completely dressed up as a beautiful bride with the veil all the accessories and perfectly made up  for my final 'rehearsal'.
And then, whilst leading me towards the full length mirror that forced me to me take in the unescapable reality of this, my ultimate transformation, she continued in her sweetest insicere voice: "It's what 'every' girl dreams of, right Marcia darling? And that's what you have secretly dreamt about too, haven't you, princess? To wear your beautiful wedding gown and to feel totally and utterly feminine and sexy for your man? "Just think about it, you standing next to your handsome mature fiancée, reciting your vows to love, honor and obey him? And all club members will be there to witness it. It will be the event of the season, you, the gorgeous but apropriately timid bride standing before him looking absolutely ravishing in your exquisitely beautiful satin gown. At that point you'll probably be totally overcome by exitement and feelings of love and affection but at the same time you'll still be a bit fearful of what it will feel like to have your man take you in his arms, hold you close and passionately kiss you.
Meanwhile, he has of course fallen completely in lust after standing next to the perfect vision of virginal beauty that you project. To your man, you are of course the most beautiful young miss he ever set his eyes on and all he wants to do now is to take you and claim you as 'his' lady. You will love it. Being desired and feeling desireable is ultimately what it's all about, princess."
She had also arranged a session of hypno therapy with a friend of her who usually did sessions like these for people who were up for exams of some sort. Not anything as far reaching as changing my psyche but she ashured me it would boost my confidence in my role as the perfect blushing bride.

To wear your beautiful wedding gown and to feel totally
and utterly feminine and sexy for your man
After all this it should not be a total surprise that if one watches the wedding video and the forementioned interview, I was completely convincing when after the initiating congratulations and the chitchat around how gorgeous I looked in the dress, I the beautiful bride passionately declared being totally and desparately in love with my wonderfull fiancee and that I almost couldn't wait for him to take my virginity. By then I think i almost meant it too and on top of being totally turned on sexually there were even some real tears of joy in my eyes when i spoke the words. There is something in expressing certain things in words that changes reality. It's not quite that it magically becomes true but speaking the words out loud in a way makes the possibility more of a reality in ones mind. I can't put my finger on it exactly but it definitely changes things.
Looking back at the video was both crazy and wonderfull, seeing myself looking up at this aristocratic looking older gentleman as if he was some sort of adonis during the ceremony that was led by an actor
 this aristocratic looking
older gentleman
dressed as a priest still sends shivers down my spine. Then completely melting into him when he was allowed to kiss his wanton bride... Even now as I'm looking back, it still makes me cream my panties. Later, after the all the congratulations and the traditional sexy bride and groom dance where I already noticed my man being throbbing hard against my almost shaking body, the rest of the night was filled with romantic kisses and making out whilst the beautifull little bride had wantonly settled her silk encased tush on her large masculine husband's lap. What happened later when I had tossed the bridal bouquet and my man took me up to our suite and actually carried me over the treshold was of course not in the video but I promiss you it was wonderfull. He was a complete gentleman and even though my lover is quite a large man he was very gentle with me. He made me feel like his beautifull bride completely and I loved every minute of it....and when I close my eyes I can still feel him inside me now... Stepmother was of course totally ecstatic about the final result of her machinations and I am already looking forward to the next delicious club-event where I will do my utmost to be the sexiest ultra feminine girly girl in the world for my lovely old pervy uncle. I think I'm in love......

Wednesday, February 5, 2020

'Halloween Belle' by Saskia

Madge and Timmy:
'Halloween Belle'
loosely based on the 'Madge and Timmy' stories by A.W.(Anonymous Writer)

It has only been 5 months now since his estranged parents ugly divorce and since Timmy landed into Madge's care on a permanent basis and there was already not much of the boy left in our heroin. Tim's initial almost violent protests against Madge's disturbing plans and ministrations had virtually stopped or had been silenced by now. Madge commanding ways and natural dominance had seen to that.  Of course he was still pretending to fight what was happening to him but he also knew that for as long as he could remember he had actually secretly fantasized and dreamed about a strangely exciting imaginary world where these haughty older ladies for their sheer amusement, dressed him as an ultra feminine young miss in the most exquisitely feminine girls clothes, corsets, nylon stockings and impossibly high-heeled shoes and then, laughing at his ridiculous pretensions to have any say in the matter, kept him in bondage and submission as their delicate obedient sissyfied plaything. So if it had already thrilled him with strange delightful emotions to imagine himself all dressed up in the extravagant dresses, skirts and gowns of a very fashionable young lady, undergoing punishments and humiliations and dainty tortures at the hands of beautiful domineering women who were totally deaf to his pleas and protestations, how much more thrilled and excited could he necessarily be when Madge's appearance in his life made his shamefull secret dreams come as true as they seemed to be now! He had never had a chance...
And now, as some time has passed under our darling Madge's strict supervision, young Tiffany-Tim almost seemed eager to fully embrace dressing as a pretty little lady, doing his hair and make-up without even having to be told, almost as to show off his now total compliance to being the desireable delicate ultra feminine princess that Madge was forcing him to become. It often feels like inside him there now is this authorative inner voice that for some reason makes him accept and finally even desire the strange and scary experiences his formidable guardian was forcing upon him. The voice that seems to find an almost sadistic pleasure in destroying all that is left of Timmy and it seems to fully echo Madge's opinions and demands. It's of course also the delightful silky feel of the clothes, the feminine fabrics, and how they feel when he walks and moves about and how they constantly seem to caress his now so sensitive body when he's wearing a particularly figurehugging slip or dress .  To feel how his garter straps pulled on his stocking tops, and how tight the girdle is and how it molds him into an almost cartoonesque ultra-feminine shape.  And seeing the pretty nylons shine and how slippery and silky they feel on his smooth legs and how he can hear their loud swishy noises with each step as his smooth feminine legs rub against each other. It is for a large part these intoxicating sensations that gave Madge this power over him to begin with and she was exploiting this weakness to the full as everything she now allowed him to wear was exclusively made of delicate ultra-feminine materials like nylon, silk, satin or taffeta.... Needless to say that anything that had even vaguely resembled boys clothes had been banned completely. It was tight pencil skirts, girdles, nylon stockings, pretty silk blouses and exquisite high-heeled shoes all the way now. It wouldn't be long before Tim/Tiffany's calf muscles would have adjusted so far he would hardly be able to walk in anything but the highest of stiletto heels.
Madge had to be creative though to keep the momentum going so on top of his already intense daily training ever so often she would add some extra-curricular activities to keep poor Timmy on his toes and to exploit his depraved little affectation to the full.
Sometimes these take the form of ellaborate dressing-up sessions in deliciously outrageous or very restricting feminine costumes that tickle his fetishist preferences.......
And sometimes she just likes to mess with our little lady's impressionable mind. Like at night she'd have  him all dressed up in his sexiest silky babydoll nighty and his prettiest panties and Madge of course immaculately done up looking irresistably menacing and overpowering. The whole game is even more effective due to Timmy already being bit drowsy from the pill she slipped into his champagne to make his already feeble little mind even more susceptible to her delightful little suggestions. She'd sit next to our pretty princess on his impossibly femine bed in his now impossibly feminine and elegant bedroom when she tauntingly tells him about her delicious but slightly disturbing plans for his future. Meanwhile sweetly caressing him with her perfectly manicured hand under the bedspread until he's totally helpless to resist the sweet erotic agony she is forcing upon him. She keeps this up until our darling is almost in a hysterical state of arousal and is panting for release. At that moment, she knows he is ready to agree to do or say anything she wants him to. She makes him admit to the most embarassing acts and thoughts like him desperately wanting to be kissed and held by manly men and even have him beg her to make him have a boyfriend. Of course she records these statements and confessions for later use when her protégée may have the ridiculous impertinence to rebell against the wonderfull plans she has with him. At their most recent intimate little game our precious little darling actually confessed to desperately desiring to be with a much older masculine man  and wanting to be his pampered little girlfriend or even his trophy wife.  Some of his adorable  girlish little fantasies may be made to come true one of these days but any protests on his behalf will not sound very convincing after his confessions. There is nothing wrong with a little blackmail.......
Of course sweet depraved Madge finds it absolutely intoxicating to see our poor young protégée slowly but inevitably turn into this demure, fragile and almost compulsively dainty wanton princess.  Timmy-Tiffany practically delights in and relishes her own helplessness these days. Like he's now a delicious luxury item, much too delicate and not really made to exist in the real world. Just transforming him into a girl just isn't enough, in the end we want Timmy to be the ultimate archetype of femininity, the perfect damsell in distress and as such both physical and emotionally a virtual invalid.

The next opportunity for one of Madge's ellaborate dressing-up games was Halloween. Madge loved to make a big thing of it and this year she chose a 'Gone with the wind' theme which obviously gave her a perfect reason to get her charge into some really over the top hyper-feminine outfits and to make her 'princess' participate in one or two of her depraved little games. Of course no expenses were spared and she had her friend Conchita, who specialized in very extravagant quinceanera dresses, measure Timmy for the most frilly southern belle dress possible. The final dress was a total dream in pale pink siks and satins and oodles of lace with layer upon layer of delicious petticoats. Of course it came with all the fitting accessories. It even had one of these bonnet type hats with lots of ruches and frills that was kept in place by satin ribbons that were tied into a pretty bow under our little lady's chin. Of course on the day Madge herself and Mildred, her closest friend and part-time maid and housekeeper, would be in period costumes as well. Naturally just dressing up on the day hadn't been enough, Timmy had to be perfect so before the day finally arrived Madge put him through his paces and had him practice relentlessly on elegantly managing the big hoop skirt and the many layers of frothy petticoats. How to move around in them and how to sit down elegantly and even how to curtsey and to behave appropriately submissive and ladylike for the occasion. Madge was as always a stickler for detail. On the day itself even the sweets for the trick or treaters were elegantly wrapped to look right with our little lady's exquisite costume. At first Timmy had been jittery and uneasy about having to be the one to open the door to welcome the neighbourhood children.....,what if one of them or one of the parents escorting the younger ones recognized him......? The contrary was true of course, Timmy/Scarlet was a  big hit. The young girls were ecstatic about the beautifull lady in the pretty dress and the adults kept complimenting the blushing Timmy on 'her' costume as well. Only the few older boys accompanying their younger sibblings were a bit unnerving as they obviously had different feelings towards such an attractive young miss. One of em even let out a genuine wolf-whistle when Timmy/Scarlet appeared at the door. All in all our pretend-girl's ego got quite a boost from the whole experience. The next thing on the program was however far more alarming.
When our dear mischievous Mildred had mentioned that our next door neighbour mr. Blenkinsop who used to be a bit of an amateur actor in his younger days and who had played Rhett Butler in the local theatre production of 'Gone with the wind', always dressed up in his old theatre costume at Halloween, Madge had had one of her 'enchanting' little epiphanies. These seldom seemed 'good news' for poor Timmy and this time wasn't very different.
 After having an obviously agreeable telephone conversation with said mature gentleman it had been decided that on the night in question Mildred would take Madge's 'niece' over to his house to 'get aquainted' as he had clearly been excited over meeting a beautifull southern belle like 'Tiffany'(the name Madge used for Tim when they were in company)..... Off course Timmy hadn't been told beforehand as not to unnecessarily scare him.
 So here is our darling Timmy, of course still very apprenhensive about being taken out to show off his delicious costume to the elderly town casanova next door but was no longer daring to fight his inevitable faith. By now he knew very well that Madge always gets her way. It was unavoidable that he'd completely accepted that at least today he was to be this adorable highly erotisized extremely frilly interpretation of the 'southern belle'. An impossibly feminine and almost compulsively dainty debutante, relishing his/her own helplessness and vulnerability, dressed to the nines in what can only be described as a cloud of bows, frills, and a mass of petticoats in assorted silks and similar sensuous materials. Of course Madge had made shure that underneath this our little lady was wearing the prettiest silk undies and silkiest stockings one could possibly find. The more historically correct bloomers and pantaloons were just a bit too rough and sexless for her pretty protege. Of course his make-up was flawless too. In the end Timmy was now the perfect personification of a young Scarlet O'Hara on feminine steroids.
Of course Mildred had been briefed about how far Madge would allow this adventure to go, as Madge knew very well that Mildred's penchant for depravity easily matched her own and she did not want to see Timmy return as 'damaged goods' this evening just because her friend got impatient or too eager.

Finally Mildred, dressed in a beautifull Victorian maid's costume, rang the doorbell of our neighbour's house and a moment later this older Rhett Butler lookalike appeared at the door, grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat...... "O my..,Madge really didn't exaggerate when she said her 'niece' made the prettiest 'Scarlet' ever, didn't she?", he said as he actually kissed our heroine's delicate gloved hand. Young Timmy actually blushed profusely at this gesture, that once again confirmed him in his role of  the delicate vulnerable damsell he was being made into. Mildred smiled. It was all going perfect so far. When 'Rhet' asked his lady-visitors in he galantly offered a slightly flustered 'Scarlet' his arm, which was of course again reason for blushes. Up to now it was all very 'Gone with the wind'. As Scarlet/Timmy timidly accepted the tall, slightly arrogant gentleman's arm to enter the house and tried to mince along as elegant as possible whilst barely managing the huge dress and the many delicious layers of peticoats A michievous Mildred had a fiendish grin on her face and was filming everything on her phone. "Madge is going to love this" she thought. As the older gentleman led the ladies into the main room he took his seat in large armchair an then turned to Timmy, saying :"Now let me look at you a bit closer, darling".
"Curtsey for Rhett, Tiffany my sweet." ,Mildred said with a giggle in her voice as Timmie stood there in the gentleman's living room in his exquisite glamorous ballgown. He timidly complied and when he was standing in front of Mildred's old friend mr.Blenkinsop he wobbled a bit on his skyscraper heels but then did the most elegant feminine curtsey he could master!
"Isn't Tiffany just darling?" Mildred giggled as her old friend looked her/him over and stifled an amused chuckle himself as he noticed Tiffany's pretty face reddening even through her makeup. "Okay sweetie, now give Rhett a sweet little kiss to introduce yourself." "I think she should come and sit on my lap first.",mr.Blenkinsop boldly exclaimed.  And with that this brazen Rhett Butler impersonator didn't waste any time and blatantly drew young Timmy closer and placed him firmly on his lap whilst holding our perplexed debutant tightly around her small corsetted waist. Even Mildred was surprised at the audacity of the mature playboys avances. Timmy was of course completely panic-stricken and aghast and when his 'beau' then announced that his make-believe Scarlet now owed him a 'real' kiss, he was just too stunned to react. Rhett however wasn't going to wait for further permission and passionately kissed our young ingenue straight on the mouth. For a brief moment Timmy tried to turn away but the older man was just too persistent in his effort and when his thick muscular tongue forced his way into our little lady's mouth he/she was too stupified to put up any sort of a fight. And when they finally came up for air young Timmy looked as if he was in shock and too petrified to even react. It was like his conscious mind had just retreated so not to have to cope with the overwhelming experience. So when his impertinent admirer took this as submission and kissed his beloved again our delightfull pretend-Scarlet just submitted to her faith and by the third kiss it started to look as if she was actually returning his passionate kisses. And when Mildred, who was still getting everything on video, saw Timmy's delicate gloved hands almost lovingly going around his beau's neck to draw him even closer and to continue forementioned intimate mouthcontact, she was  actually getting moist in her knickers. The video now showed what looked like the two passionately making out. Mildred was almost sorry she had to end this before the point of no return would be reached. Madge wouldn't want things to go too far(yet- as Madge didn't approve of sex before marriage(lol)) but up to now the whole exercise had been absolutely perfect. Madge was never going to give the poor thing a rest with this embarassing proof of his obvious 'voluntary' submission to a man who was old enough to be his grandfather.....

Removed a post....

I've just removed my extended and edited rewrite of A.W.'s The Perfect Little Lady. It was an interesting writing exercise but in hindsight it was exactly that, an exercise. It did however bring me one or two scenario ideas that got me writing a story myself after a bit of a writing slump. I decided to take my version of the story down as i do want to use parts of the rewrite (the parts i added to the original)in my own story and i didn't want to repeat myself. Especially because in this particular genre we already tend to write the same story again and again already(lol). The original A.W. version of the story is of course still available on Fictionmania. http://www.fictionmania.tv/stories/readtextstory.html?storyID=3321531662255562240

Sunday, December 8, 2019

The classics: Bill Ward

I recently had a look around for them. Been a fan for ages. As an intermezzo between writings I thought you might like em too. Enjoy!

Wednesday, December 26, 2018

Madge & Timmy : Resistance is Futile

Madge & Timmy : Resistance is Futile
(A Madge and Timmy Tribute based on the writings of AW(Anonymous Writer))

When mrs. Madge Dubois told my mum she could cure me of my nasty habbits and unwanted behaviours, she didn't tell her she actually considered being an unruly adolescent boy an especially nasty habbit in itself... And now, after almost two years under her matronly supervision, she says I'm almost cured....Meanwhile mum and dad had gotten divorced and as mum moved away to live with her new boyfriend and my dad had no time to take care of a teenage son because of him working abroad most of the time(well, that was what I was told at the time but I much later found out that he had actually been commited to a psychiatric hospital after having had a strange shady affair with Madge herself), it had been agreed that I would move in with mrs. Dubois, who was seen as a pillar of the local community, on a permanent basis. By then Madge's plans for my gradual but inescapable transition from boisterous little Timmy to demure young Tiffany had already been well established. To keep up appearances, mrs. Dubois friends and relations were informed about how she had, of course for purely charitable reasons, taken in her former neighbours troubled adolescent son who's earlier rebellious behaviour had turned out to actually have been caused by a tragic deeprooted gender dissatisfaction. So in the end it looked as if she was just helping a confused effeminate teenage boy to discover and accept his true gender. The reality however was that mrs. Dubois was a seriously cruel and depraved lady who just loved force-feminizing the pervy crossdressing boy next door after catching me tryng on her pretty undies and stockings. Few people knew that before becoming the very decent and respectable mrs. Dubois, Madge had actually had a rather succesfull career as a very exclusive upscale dominatrix under the name madame M....

And when Madge introduced me to her older brother Harold, who was a rather stern-looking retired schoolmaster in his early sixties, I had no idea she had already promissed him she would soon have me dreaming of becoming his devoted ultra-feminine trophy bride.....

As usual Madge was probably right......
I had of course been so scared I was almost shaking with fear and apprehension as this actually was the very first time I would be seen by a man in my new role. Madge actually made me do a little curtsey for this intimidating older gentleman who then showered me with compliments on my appearance, femininity and general elegance. That immediately had effect and I blushed profusely. Over time mr. Harold turned out to be quite gentle and polite in his own belittling manner. He would always adress me as young lady and in conversation usually referred to me as our little lady. For some unknown reason I found this slightly belittling attitude quite exciting as it seemed to confirm and finalize my complete acceptance of my feminine nature. I started to revell in showing of my effeminate little affectations to my stern masculine admirer whom I of course still had to adress as Sir. I loved it.... I really wanted him to belittle me, to treat me like the empty headed submissive girlthing I portraied, his pretty little lady... There was something so very sexy about surrendering myself willingly to the life that had earlier been forced upon me.
Seeing the appreciating slightly dirty smile on mr. Harold's face when I timidly tried out a particularly coquettish move or action would almost make me wet my pretty panties. The first few times I was in his presence, nothing really happened beyond some timid flirting and an incidental furtive touch, it was all very formal and polite despite there being a undeniable suppressed erotic tension in the air.
Meanwhile, much to Madge's approval, the situation had raised my interest in dressing up as seductively as possible to seek his approval. I pretended not to see Madge grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat when I insisted on wearing my highest stiletto's, the tightest most restrictive foudationwear and my prettiest dresses when Harold was visiting. I also made an extra effort with my hair and make-up to show my total compliance to being the desireable delicate ultra feminine princess that Madge had forced me to become. It often feels like there is this authorative inner voice that for some reason makes me do and desire these experiences. The voice that seems to find an almost sadistic pleasure in destroying all that is left of Timmy and it seems to fully echo Madge's opinions and demands. It's of course also the delightful silky feel of the clothes, the feminine fabrics, and how they feel when I walk and move about and how they constantly seem to caress my body when I'm wearing a particularly figurehugging slip or dress .  To feel how my garter straps pulled on my stocking tops, and how tight the girdle is and how it molds me into a feminine shape.  And how the nylons shine and how slippery and silky they feel on my smooth legs and how you can hear their swishy noises with each step as my smooth feminine legs rub against each other. It is amongst others these intoxicating sensations that gave Madge this power over me to begin with and she exploited my weakness to the full as everything she allowed me to wear now was exclusively made of slinky feminine materials like nylon, silk, satin or taffeta.... Needless to say that anything that even vaguely resembled boys clothes had been thrown out or even burned ages ago.
So here I was again, dressed up to the nines in an exquisite impossibly narrow and restrictive black taffetta skirt and an equally glamorous creme satin blouse. Underneath I wore a pretty little padded push-up bra that made the small fleshy mounds on my chest look like real boobies and a beautiful high girdle with six suspenders that held up a pair of shiney fully fashioned black nylons with perfectly straight seams. Of course I wore a pair of extremely higheeled stiletto's and every strand of my very feminine light-blonde hairdo was kept perfectly in place with a liberal dose of hairspray. Sparkling glossy lips,  glamorous false eyelashes and a pair of pretty diamond earrings completed the look. Madge was totally delighted. "Darling, you look absolutely perfect, my brother will totally love you like this, so deliciously helpless, delicate and ladylike, just how he likes it. And furthermore, now you seem to like him so much, I think it would, from now on, be appropriate to great him with a sweet little kiss...He'll like that.... Look honey, I know that deep down you are still fighting your true nature but I'm convinced your pretty little panties are straining to keep your little thingie down in its silken prison every time you are in his presence. My brother has that effect on the ladies" I was shure I was blushing profusely as she had of course been right...."Look sweetheart, you just stand close to him on tippytoes and give him a sweet little kiss on the mouth, nothing wildly intimate of course as you know that in general I don't much appreciate public displays of affection. Both me and my brother just prefer to keep to a certain amount of decorum and reticence, even in amorous matters like these. What you two get up to when you are alone however is of course completely up to my brother. Although mr. Harold will always behave like the perfect gentleman, a masculine man like him still has needs and desires, especially when he is in the company of a very sexy young lady like you."
When Madge led me to the lounge where mr. Harold would be awaiting us I was very nervous. Of course I had toyed with the idea but actually kissing a man was still a step further than the last remaining bit of Timmy could take but my Tiffany side was totally overjoyed at the prospect and could barely wait to finally show mr. Harold my utterly feminine devotion.
So when we entered the room and mr. Harold rose from his seat to greet us, looking particularly imposing and handsome in a expensive conservative suit and tie, I wasted no time and elegantly minced over to kiss my mature dream-man on the lips just like Madge had told me to. Mr. Harold had actually put his large muscular hands on my waist when our lips met and it had felt totally wonderful. And when he reacted by looking down on me with a superior little smile on his face and said: " Thank you for that, darling, that was very very sweet.", I blushed profusely whilst fluttering my eyelashes . It wasn't so much the whole act itself that had sent my mind into a delicious turmoil as it was the gesture of submission to this masculine older gentleman. In the company of this real man I was constantly reminded that I was obviously destined to be the fragile ultra-feminine princess that mrs. Dubois had insisted I must become.
Madge was of course ecstatic over her latest victory and decided we should have drinks. "As our little lady has been so deliciously cooperative recently I think miss Tiffany is grown up enough to have a drink with us now.... so Champagne it is."
So whilst the three of us had a glass of bublies and Madge and her brother made polite smalltalk, I was still a bit giddy from earlier happenings and acutely aware of the presence of the man I just kissed. And he kept looking me over too with an expression of what looked like a combination of desire and mild amusement on his face. Of course Madge's conditioning had me reacting as amenable as possible to his  manly attention by timidly blushing and fluttering my eyelashes at him. And as she predicted, unlike all outward appearances, I once again had a very unladylike little bulge in my pretty little panties. I just couldn't help it, even when I should probably be disgusted, this manly older man seemed to push all my girly buttons.
So after finishing her second glass of champagne an obviously very content Madge politely excused herself with the explanation that she had an important call to make and had to leave us alone for a bit. When Madge had left the room, mr. Harold sat down on the couch and padding the place next to him gestured me to join him and of course I eagerly complied and elegantly strolled over to the couch to sit down as close to him as possible. "May I say you are looking extremely glamorous and feminine today, darling. "Upon which I again blushed and timidly mumbled a "Thank you, sir". He then smilingly asked me if that meant I would give him another little kiss, with me of course nervously murmuring a meek "Yes sir"whilst looking up to him longingly. And then it happened...., the first little kiss was still quite innocent but then I felt his big hand slipping around my slender silken waist and he kissed me again, this time more ardently and I hesitantly let his thick muscular tongue slip into my mouth...The kiss seemed to last forever and then came another and another.....And by then my arms were lovingly resting on his shoulders and I was virtually rubbing my slender body against him, his one hand still posessively holding me around my waist whilst the other was gently caressing my smooth nylon-encased knee. I was in a delicious trance....and we must have been making out like this for almost twenty minutes or so when a polite knock on the door anounced the return of Madge. Of course we hastily returned to a pose of almostcomplete innocence although I must still have looked a bit dishevelled when she entered the room and looked us over with a sly knowing smile on her face. She then informed Harold he was needed elsewhere for an urgent business matter and after allowing me to give him a polite little goodbye-kiss she sent me off to fix my make-up. My make-up wasn't the only thing that had to be fixed though as I had obviously spontaneously orgasmed during the proceedings and had to clean up down  there too. Luckily Madge had me carrying an extra pair of pretty knickers in my purse for just these kind off circumstances.....

Madge was of course completely ecstatic about recent happenings and though nothing much was actually divulged about her future plans for me, the fact that during the following days (my beloved mr. Harold would not be visiting for at least a week) Madge had me studying every upscale bridal catalogue and magazine she had been able to lay her hands on, should have been a clue...........