hiddensissy
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Hello! This story is like a peep show. I'll be describing my ultimate sissy weekend, and you can "watch" as I post. I'm role playing...playing with myself as you watch. I look forward to PMs!
Ultimate Sissy Weekend (closed for hidden sissy)
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hiddensissy
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Chapter 1
My hands were trembling and I was trying not to sweat when I made the last turn on to an upper class neighborhood. I had finally got up the nerve to actually go through with my sissy fantasy. A few weeks prior on AOL, I came across an older cross dresser that was advertising in her profile that she was looking for younger crossdressers to present to her black boyfriend. Her name was Marcia and, I contacted her, under the guise of looking at a crossdresser's pics, but she quickly found me out. She seemed so in tune and was very convincing. Over the course of those few weeks, she had slowly coaxed me to send a picture of my face. The next day, when she saw me on line, she told me she had shown it to her boyfriend, and he said that he wanted me.
She told me that her boyfriend was a discreet, well to do black man, who had an appetite for young white sissies. Marcia was in her 50s, but he had told her to be on the lookout for a nice young white sissy. That ended up being me...
She coaxed me more. She told me she knew that deep down inside I was a sissy. I admitted to having dressed when I was much younger but always kept it hidden. The more she talked, the more I was enticed. The proposal was that I take a three day weekend. I'd arrive earlier in the morning and she'd spend the morning making me over. Her boyfriend would be home in the afternoon...
I couldn't resist, and now here I was, slowly driving down the street, approaching the address she'd given me. Her instructions to me were to arrive at 9:30 in the morning, pull into the driveway, and on in to the garage. She would meet me there.
It was a nice house with an empty two car garage. I didn't see anyone in the garage as I slowed to pull inside, but I pulled in, put the car in park, and turned off the engine. Silence, except for the outside noise, and then...the humming of the automatic garage door opener, closing the door behind me. I was being sealed in. I hesitated for a moment, pulled out the keys, and got out of the car. There I was standing in the garage wearing a pair of non descript shorts, a T-shirt, and a pair of sandals.
Once the garage door finished closing, I heard the sound of the door leading to the house open. I looked up and immediately recognized Marcia. She actually looked more appealing in her pics, but she was still done up. She stepped in the room wearing a red minidress that showed a lot of skin and some red patent mules. Her makeup was done very well, but trashy. She took a few steps towards me.
"Glad to see you made it, Danielle," she said with an air of authority over me. She looked to be approaching 50, which made her at least 25 years older than me since I was only 22. She'd gotten me to divulge so much about my inner sissy. She had the upper hand on me and she knew it.
"I'm Marcia," she said, reaching out a limp hand.
"I'm..."
"Danielle," she blurted out, cutting me off. "For now...My boyfriend might want to rename you." She just stood there eyeing me up and down with excitement.
"Nevermind, Danielle, did you do what I told you to do? And did you clean yourself out?"
"Yes, Marcia." I was trying my best sissy voice, but my throat was dry and raspy.
She was referring to a strict set of instructions she had insisted that I follow before arriving. I had to stop eating at a certain time, and several enemas. I was to get rid of my body hair, including a shave around my cockette. I also painted my toenails hot pink. She said she would do the fingernails.
I just stood there mute, not knowing what would happen now. But she didn't waste a moment, grabbing me by the wrist and leading my through the door.
"Come right this way. We only have a few hours to get you ready. He said he's coming home early today because of the big weekend."
She led me inside and we headed straight for the bathroom. I looked around at the rest of the house as we walked and saw that it was a very nice place.
"It's been a while since my boyfriend, Dewayne, has had a weekend like this. A nice young, white sissy...and you're a virgin down there? He's gonna love it."
We walked in the bathroom and she closed the door.
My hands were trembling and I was trying not to sweat when I made the last turn on to an upper class neighborhood. I had finally got up the nerve to actually go through with my sissy fantasy. A few weeks prior on AOL, I came across an older cross dresser that was advertising in her profile that she was looking for younger crossdressers to present to her black boyfriend. Her name was Marcia and, I contacted her, under the guise of looking at a crossdresser's pics, but she quickly found me out. She seemed so in tune and was very convincing. Over the course of those few weeks, she had slowly coaxed me to send a picture of my face. The next day, when she saw me on line, she told me she had shown it to her boyfriend, and he said that he wanted me.
She told me that her boyfriend was a discreet, well to do black man, who had an appetite for young white sissies. Marcia was in her 50s, but he had told her to be on the lookout for a nice young white sissy. That ended up being me...
She coaxed me more. She told me she knew that deep down inside I was a sissy. I admitted to having dressed when I was much younger but always kept it hidden. The more she talked, the more I was enticed. The proposal was that I take a three day weekend. I'd arrive earlier in the morning and she'd spend the morning making me over. Her boyfriend would be home in the afternoon...
I couldn't resist, and now here I was, slowly driving down the street, approaching the address she'd given me. Her instructions to me were to arrive at 9:30 in the morning, pull into the driveway, and on in to the garage. She would meet me there.
It was a nice house with an empty two car garage. I didn't see anyone in the garage as I slowed to pull inside, but I pulled in, put the car in park, and turned off the engine. Silence, except for the outside noise, and then...the humming of the automatic garage door opener, closing the door behind me. I was being sealed in. I hesitated for a moment, pulled out the keys, and got out of the car. There I was standing in the garage wearing a pair of non descript shorts, a T-shirt, and a pair of sandals.
Once the garage door finished closing, I heard the sound of the door leading to the house open. I looked up and immediately recognized Marcia. She actually looked more appealing in her pics, but she was still done up. She stepped in the room wearing a red minidress that showed a lot of skin and some red patent mules. Her makeup was done very well, but trashy. She took a few steps towards me.
"Glad to see you made it, Danielle," she said with an air of authority over me. She looked to be approaching 50, which made her at least 25 years older than me since I was only 22. She'd gotten me to divulge so much about my inner sissy. She had the upper hand on me and she knew it.
"I'm Marcia," she said, reaching out a limp hand.
"I'm..."
"Danielle," she blurted out, cutting me off. "For now...My boyfriend might want to rename you." She just stood there eyeing me up and down with excitement.
"Nevermind, Danielle, did you do what I told you to do? And did you clean yourself out?"
"Yes, Marcia." I was trying my best sissy voice, but my throat was dry and raspy.
She was referring to a strict set of instructions she had insisted that I follow before arriving. I had to stop eating at a certain time, and several enemas. I was to get rid of my body hair, including a shave around my cockette. I also painted my toenails hot pink. She said she would do the fingernails.
I just stood there mute, not knowing what would happen now. But she didn't waste a moment, grabbing me by the wrist and leading my through the door.
"Come right this way. We only have a few hours to get you ready. He said he's coming home early today because of the big weekend."
She led me inside and we headed straight for the bathroom. I looked around at the rest of the house as we walked and saw that it was a very nice place.
"It's been a while since my boyfriend, Dewayne, has had a weekend like this. A nice young, white sissy...and you're a virgin down there? He's gonna love it."
We walked in the bathroom and she closed the door.
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Chapter 2
"Strip!" It was an order.
I lowered my head and began to undress. It didn't take long, as all I was wearing was a pair of shorts, a shirt, and sandals. I folded up my clothes and set them on the countertop. She stood there still eyeing me.
"Why is that cockette hard?" she asked.
I looked down. I was so aroused at this point that not only was my cock hard, I didn't even notice it.
"I'm sorry," I whispered.
"Nevermind. We will deal with that in a bit. When was the last time you came? Did you stop playing with it when I told you too?"
"It's been two weeks."
"I'm sure you've got a case of the blueballs by now...good." She laughed. "Now get in that bathtub and start running the water as hot as you can stand it."
With that, she abruptly walked out the door, her heels clicking as she walked away. In the meantime I did as I was told and got into the tub. It didn't take long for the water to get hot, and I began to fill the tub around me with steaming water. As I lay back, Marcia came back into the bathroom. She was carrying a purple bottle and showed it to me as I was sitting there.
"Victoria's Secret, Love Spell... Dewayne loves it."
She uncapped it and poured a liberal dose of the bubble bath, and the stong scent of Love Spell permeated the air.
"Mix it around," she said. "The hot water will open up your pores and allow your skin to absorb this sissy scent deep inside, the way Dewayne is going to do to you."
She made me sit in the near scalding, heavily scented water for well over 30 minutes. The whole time she was coming and going from the bathroom, getting things ready. When she was sure that the scent had taken to my smooth body, she told me to get out. Marcia gave me a thick pink towel to dry myself off with and I wrapped it around myself like a girl.
She led me into the adjoining bedroom and had me sit down on the side of the bed. Marcia tossed me another purple Love Spell tube. It was the body lotion.
"Put it on thick."
"Yes, Marcia," I whimpered back. With trembling hands I began to massage the fragrant lotion into my skin, sealing in the sissy scent. In the meantime, Marcia placed a chair in front of me and sat down in it.
She forced my legs apart, my cockette still hard. Marcia tisked, and said we'd have to do something about that. When she was satisfied I'd lotioned myself thoroughly she handed me two cold packs, and told me to hold them over my cockette.
"You're going to learn, Danielle... Dewayne is the man this weekend."
I could feel my erection slowly subsiding, and after a few minutes of Marcia talking to me about random non sexual topics, it was totally soft. That's when Marcia quickly took out a pink plastic chastity device and put it on my cockette. She must have been experienced because she had no trouble getting it on me in just a few seconds. Of course, I also sat there and let her do it. Once she had it on me, she locked it with a small gold lock. She also affixed a small bell on the end so that it jingled every time I moved.
Having locked up my cockette, she pulled out a small pink satin bag with a white ribbon drawstring. She put my nuts in the bag and tied the ribbon, forming a bow right beneath my caged cockette.
Marcia laughed.
"I gotta keep you nice and horny, so I can't let you cum...and you won't unless Dewayne decides you can...to to get you dressed..."
"Strip!" It was an order.
I lowered my head and began to undress. It didn't take long, as all I was wearing was a pair of shorts, a shirt, and sandals. I folded up my clothes and set them on the countertop. She stood there still eyeing me.
"Why is that cockette hard?" she asked.
I looked down. I was so aroused at this point that not only was my cock hard, I didn't even notice it.
"I'm sorry," I whispered.
"Nevermind. We will deal with that in a bit. When was the last time you came? Did you stop playing with it when I told you too?"
"It's been two weeks."
"I'm sure you've got a case of the blueballs by now...good." She laughed. "Now get in that bathtub and start running the water as hot as you can stand it."
With that, she abruptly walked out the door, her heels clicking as she walked away. In the meantime I did as I was told and got into the tub. It didn't take long for the water to get hot, and I began to fill the tub around me with steaming water. As I lay back, Marcia came back into the bathroom. She was carrying a purple bottle and showed it to me as I was sitting there.
"Victoria's Secret, Love Spell... Dewayne loves it."
She uncapped it and poured a liberal dose of the bubble bath, and the stong scent of Love Spell permeated the air.
"Mix it around," she said. "The hot water will open up your pores and allow your skin to absorb this sissy scent deep inside, the way Dewayne is going to do to you."
She made me sit in the near scalding, heavily scented water for well over 30 minutes. The whole time she was coming and going from the bathroom, getting things ready. When she was sure that the scent had taken to my smooth body, she told me to get out. Marcia gave me a thick pink towel to dry myself off with and I wrapped it around myself like a girl.
She led me into the adjoining bedroom and had me sit down on the side of the bed. Marcia tossed me another purple Love Spell tube. It was the body lotion.
"Put it on thick."
"Yes, Marcia," I whimpered back. With trembling hands I began to massage the fragrant lotion into my skin, sealing in the sissy scent. In the meantime, Marcia placed a chair in front of me and sat down in it.
She forced my legs apart, my cockette still hard. Marcia tisked, and said we'd have to do something about that. When she was satisfied I'd lotioned myself thoroughly she handed me two cold packs, and told me to hold them over my cockette.
"You're going to learn, Danielle... Dewayne is the man this weekend."
I could feel my erection slowly subsiding, and after a few minutes of Marcia talking to me about random non sexual topics, it was totally soft. That's when Marcia quickly took out a pink plastic chastity device and put it on my cockette. She must have been experienced because she had no trouble getting it on me in just a few seconds. Of course, I also sat there and let her do it. Once she had it on me, she locked it with a small gold lock. She also affixed a small bell on the end so that it jingled every time I moved.
Having locked up my cockette, she pulled out a small pink satin bag with a white ribbon drawstring. She put my nuts in the bag and tied the ribbon, forming a bow right beneath my caged cockette.
Marcia laughed.
"I gotta keep you nice and horny, so I can't let you cum...and you won't unless Dewayne decides you can...to to get you dressed..."
hiddensissy
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Chapter 3
Item by item, Marcia commanded me to put on, starting with a pair of white lace crotchless panties, that allowed full display of my caged cockette. Between the girly feel of the panties, and the bow Marcia had tired brushing against my inner thighs, I was nearly shaking with anticipation. The heavy scent of sissy in the air was overpowering.
Marcia then pulled out a box with some shoes in it. They were white 4" wedge sandals with a strap around the ankle. I did not even need to be told what to do. With trembling hands I slowly buckled the shoes around my ankles. Marcia bent down and attached a small lock to each ankle.
The next 45 minutes were torture. Marcia made me sit while she made up my face, and set my wig, which was a shoulder length, brunette bob style wig. The whole time she was making me up, she was telling me filthy anecdotes that were all sex related. Once she was satisfied, she had me step in to a white and pastel blue floral print, 1950s style sleeveless swing dress.
I felt like a complete sissy.
Item by item, Marcia commanded me to put on, starting with a pair of white lace crotchless panties, that allowed full display of my caged cockette. Between the girly feel of the panties, and the bow Marcia had tired brushing against my inner thighs, I was nearly shaking with anticipation. The heavy scent of sissy in the air was overpowering.
Marcia then pulled out a box with some shoes in it. They were white 4" wedge sandals with a strap around the ankle. I did not even need to be told what to do. With trembling hands I slowly buckled the shoes around my ankles. Marcia bent down and attached a small lock to each ankle.
The next 45 minutes were torture. Marcia made me sit while she made up my face, and set my wig, which was a shoulder length, brunette bob style wig. The whole time she was making me up, she was telling me filthy anecdotes that were all sex related. Once she was satisfied, she had me step in to a white and pastel blue floral print, 1950s style sleeveless swing dress.
I felt like a complete sissy.
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