Thursday, September 16, 2010

I Scream, You Scream (A Story)

It was going even better than I had planned. Just a few final details to attend to, and I would have everything I was dreaming about lately. I was on the phone speaking with our lawyer feigning innocence and serious concern... "So it could ruin his whole life... What if somebody does find out?... He might have to register as a sex offender?... He could actually go to prison?..." All the answers that I was expecting to hear.

Some cooperation from my sister, and her 16 year old daughter, who's reputation was a bit questionable, and a nanny-cam, was all it took! I was all set and able to spring my trap, tonight! Yup there's going to be some BIG changes around here come tomorrow morning. Now don't get me wrong, Cal doesn't treat me bad, but he's nerdy, geeky, weird, and has this one big perversion that drives me nuts.

Suzy Creamtreetz! The name of our ice cream store chain, and our incredibly popular mascot, who was origionated by by mom. Thirty-two stores in six counties and two states, and still growing! And each and every one of those stores has a person playing the part of Suzy! Walking around town in her garishly sissy attire, during the spring and summer months, passing balloons out to the kids, then serving as a hostess in the store during the rest of the year. We even employ several full-time substitutes, because it it a seven day a week operation, and people need time off. It might not sound cost-effective, but in these parts, Suzy is as well known to children as Ronald McDonald, or Santa Claus, which makes it like Christmas year round, as far as the revenue goes! Now at the time she started all this, her costumes weren't viewed as sexy, or sissy... just young and childish, which, of course, children related to. But today... OMG.. but it's hard to argue with tradition, or success.

He's in charge of the company, and makes the rounds to all the stores. He usually isn't checking out other women, but he completely dotes on anyone who's wearing a Suzy Creamtreetz costume. It wasn't just one dress. There were about six differnt styles for 'Suzy' to choose from, but they all had the same theme. Short, frilly, sissy type dresses with petticoats. All of them were pink, white, or a combination of the two colors . But no matter which one of them someone happens to be wearing, Cal can't keep his eyes of them. I was a bit offended last year, when we went to a Halloween party, and some guy went as my mom, in drag-queen fashion, but Cal was treating him like he was the queen of some second-world nation. I didn't really like to, but once in a while I would wear one of the costumes, when I wanted him to show some initiative in the sack, and it worked every time.

But I guess it all evens out, because I've developed a perversion of my own over the last few months. I was on-line, and accidentally stumbled upon a site that had to do with feminization and chastisement of men. Turning my husband into a pathetic, wimpy, sissy slave, PERMANENTLY is ALL I think about these days. Even when I'm not horny. The thought of having so much control over a mate, to the point where he is more like a pet absolutely drives me wild!. So I guess one plus one really does equal two. He was helplessly trapped, and wouldn't even be aware of it until it was FAR too late! Everything was in place, And all my people and equipment were at the ready. This was certainly going to be a rude awakening!

I was determined to start it all off with some teasing and torment! ! Having like eighty Suzy Creamtreetz costumes floating around, it's easy to get your hands on one when you need it! When he came through the door and saw me in it, he was all over me. 'Wait till later, honey, I mean we have to have dinner first... I want you to really be Jonesing for it." I seductively suggested. So I imagine, you can understand, that now we were both HOT! So we had some wine with dinner, and his, of course, was laced. So knowing that I had left him missing out on perhaps one of the biggest orgasms of his life, which would have been his last, got me going! And knowing that the tattoo/piercing guy was not due for another two hours, I broke out 'Old Faithful' and had one of the best orgasms of my life.

He slept really soundly, despite all the piercing and tattooing, but I had set my alarm to be sure that I would be right there when he awoke, tied spread-eagle to the bed. I had to make sure that he couldn't just knee-jerk react to his predicament, until I had fully explained his new circumstances, and place in life. I had him nicely 'tucked in', in more ways than one, and he could certainly feel that quite a few things were a lot different, despite the fact that he doesn't know what they are! Of course he must have been aware that he was wearing something smooth, and somewhat stiff, and that he was certainly wearing shoes. And I'm pretty sure he had to notice that his nut sacks and penis were sore as hell. It took everything I had not to start rubbing myself as soon as his tirade started! It was going to be so much fun, letting him discover his exquisite little, PERMANENT changes one by one! OMG, that word just gets my juices flowing! Especially being that, realistically, his future has all been set in stone, and he doesn't even know it yet!

So after being called the B word and the C word, I popped the video in, and told him that he needs to watch it, and listen to what I have to say. You see, we knew Cal would be working at that particular store that week, and that their regular Suzy was on vacation, and they got my niece to fill in for her. Amazing what the lack of sound does to change one's interpretation of video. You know, a picture is worth a thousand words! My niece had done a SUPER job, when she went in the office to discuss some trivial matter. There was nothing even close to 'sex' involved, but there certainly was a lot of what could be considered to be, 'inappropriate' behaviour considering it was between an adult and a juvenile. All instigated, of, course, by my niece, but she went out of her way to make it look like Cal was the aggressor. And as I explained to Cal, and had spoken with our lawyer about, this could land him in some pretty deep trouble. But I was also holding a trump card! Cal was terrified of my sister's husband Joe! And if Joe knew would had transpired, Cal might be better off being arrested!

I could see in his face that he knew I had him! And I'm giggling to myself, because he only has a few clues as to what's been done to him! So I tell him that I already have 911 dialed up on the phone, and that I am going to release him, and that if he makes one suspicious move, that I will press the send button.We all know how that works, and he agrees to be cool. I had covered the mirrors on the wardrobe door with a sheet, so that he couldn't have a look at his new persona until I allowed it. So I pull down the sheet, unlock all his bondage apparatus, and proudly announce... Ta Da... It's SUZY CREAMTREETZ! He got out from under the covers, and had a good look at himself wearing the frilly, pink satin dress, with his face all made up, and the long, blonde, wig, with just oodles and oodles of curls,. The dress was short, but not so much as to reveal his panties. It had a very flouncy attached petticoat, and all kinds of lace, ribbons, and ruffles, all over the place. Just like the ones you see on-line in places that sell dresses for adult sissies. As a matter of fact, that's where we buy them. Sheer lace ankle socks with a frilly top trim , pink high heels, and a delicate pair of sheer, see-through fingerless gloves to top of the sweet look. Pretty pink from head to toe!

His entire face turned white as a ghost, as he viewed himself in the mirror. I didn't know that PERMANENT blush could turn pale like that! And now I was getting HOT... again! You know how with girl's costumes that have real short skirts, how the panties are supposed to be made out of like the same material as the costume, and are OK to be 'flashed'? Well I made sure that hers were so sheer, lacy, and frilly, that it was obvious, they were made to be protected from view! Well I had a perfect perspective, and as I laughed, I said, 'GIRL, you really need to learn to keep that view to yourself!" I was shocked at how well she understood my comment, and how quickly she crossed her legs! This, was certainly a very good sign. Then I was sure! It wasn't about the character, or the person, it was about the COSTUME itself! Check and Mate', I gloated to myself, as she instinctively crossed her legs to hide her humiliation! But she still had some kick in her, and went through the obligatory rants, raves, and refusals, but I stopped all that by flashing the cell phone at her. She realized that she wouldn't be able to get herself all 'changed back' before the police arrived, despite the fact that she didn't know that it wouldn't even be possible!

So now I don't know who's head is reeling more, her's or mine, because she only has a HINT as to her new situation, and I am just 'Creamtreeting' knowing how much more she has to discover. Well, I guess crossing her legs brought this item to her attention... She brazenly exited her feminine pose, and spread her legs, as her hands found their way to her crotch, and exclaimed; "WTF IS THIS?"... OMG! this is SO FREAKIN HOT, I thought to myself.

Well you know how geeks are. This guy had a tool box that consisted of two Phillips, two straight screwdrivers, a pair of pliers, and a vice grips. He didn't even own a power tool! We once had a fight because he wanted to pay some guy $25 to assemble an entertainment center he had purchased.. I did it myself... with his lousy tools! So it wasn't very likely that she was going to find a way out any type of penile imprisonment. Some creative piercing of some personal parts was certainly going to ensure that everything stayed just the way I wanted it. But for now, it was just the large ring in the piercing at the base of the head, with a wide pink ribbon, pulling it back between his legs, and then sewn to the back of the waist of the panties. I had to give the piercings some time to heal before I could move on to better devices. But, for now, it served the purposes I wanted most of all. He would not be able to get an erection, and at least from the front, his crotch would look as flat as any other girls. "Oh ... That... I stated matter of factly... would be your 'protection'... You see, SISSIES do not achieve orgasms... they only give them. ... And YOU are NOW, a First-class-sissy! Not to mention that I wouldn't want a horrible little bulge spoiling the look of the crotch of your pretty panties." Suddenly the washed out blush returned to normal, and had an amplification, as she got her first taste of the permanence of my work.

She furtively tried to pull down her panties to have a closer look at the horrid contraption, and was greeted by another one of my little surprises. I had woven a wide, pink ribbon through the area of the waistline, pulled it tight, tied a bow in the front, and put a hasp through the bow, and finished it all off with a metal washer and an adorable little padlock! The bow could not be untied, making it impossible to pull down her panties! As soon as she began her pathetic protests, I knew it was time to test my new found power... 'SILENCE!" I commanded... showing the cell phone again. ONE MORE WORD out of you, and the cops will be here!" It worked! I continued; "Just imagine if I did hit the send button, and showed the cops your little performance on the video, and they arrested you. Think about the entertainment everyone would have, when they strip-searched you, and found you exquisitely locked and chastised in your frillllly little panties!"

We both knew the game was over, so it was time for me to start enjoying my new authority. I forced her into all different kinds of girlie poses, and took oodles of pix with my phone. Now it was time to start establishing some rules. I knew she had a couple million questions, and that I would have to let her speak sometime." Here's how it will be", I told her. "You are no longer to refer to me as honey, dear, or any other titles of the sort. You are to address me as Miss Lori. AT ALL TIMES. If you wish to speak to me, and you are seated, you are to daintily cross your legs, if they are not already in that position, and you are to raise your hand like a schoolgirl, and gently, and delicately wave it. You are not to speak, until I acknowledge you, and ask you what you want. If you are standing, you are to stand very straight, and pull your legs tightly together. You are then to pull your elbow tight against your body, and with your hand at shoulder level, flip your wrist back, so that the palm of your hand is facing up. That's a bit complicated, and we'll work on that later. But when that does happen, after being acknowledged, you are to give a very well practiced curtsy before speaking. And don't worry about being able to do so properly because you will be taking lessons. And in NO CASE WHATSOEVER, are you to raise your hand to issue any kind of complaint. When I recognize you, you are to begin whatever it is you have to say, with 'Miss Lori'... Understood?"

I was kind of shocked and thrilled as she crossed her legs and raised her hand, exactly as I had instructed her to. "Yes, Karen' I stated. She looked at me odd, but realized that this was the name I was going to be calling here by. Some of her questions I answered, and some I told her that I was not going to answer at this time, and that she was not allowed to pursue. Some of her questions, I sternly told her, sounded like complaints to me. She got the message on those, and was fast learning what was and wasn't acceptable. When she asked how long I planned on keeping her like this, I told her that I had not yet decided, and it was for an indefinite period of time. I was kind of snickering to myself about that one, because I knew she was only about one hour away from realizing that her status as Karen was going to be PERMANENT. I could actually feel myself getting moist between the legs, thinking about the manner in which the discovery would be made.

When she asked me, with a look of terror in her eyes, what I planned on doing about her work, I told her that we would discuss that after breakfast, which really started my juices flowing! So it was time to reaffirm my status as Alpha Dog... "What is your name?" I inquired... no response. "I still have 911 dialed up," I threatened. With that, she crossed her legs, and rose her hand. "You do not have to raise your hand to answer me, it is only when you want to start the conversation, that you need to do so," I stated. "I guess my name is Karen," she meekly mumbled. "I GUESS?????, I fumed... that certainly will not do! I guess we need to learn a lesson for that! From now on, when ANYONE, asks you what your name is, you are to proudly, and enthusiastically respond, in the brightest and most girlie voice that you are capable of, 'My name is Karen,' and you are to wiggle your fingers around, in a very girlie fashion while saying it!" OMG! This just popped up in my head! It was getting hard to hide how really turned on I was getting! It was going to be SO humiliating to her, to state her name in such a sissy fashion, and I had just, on a whim, made it a permanent condition of her life! I looked her square in her made-up eyes and scolded; "This is the first of many, PERMANENT punishments you will be receiving, if you do not accept, and act your role properly... UNDERSTAND?" "Yes," she timidly replied. " Now let's try that again... "What is your name?" It came out of her pretty much like I had instructed, but I could see this was something else she was going to find herself practicing to perfect. "Good enough, sweetie," I said. . "Now get your butt out to the kitchen so we can eat." As I watched her skirted butt swish by me, I couldn't resit hiking up the hem of her dress, and giving her a playful, but firm, smack on her pantied fanny. I still loved and cared for her, just in a whole different way now.

She just sat quietly while I prepared us some eggs and homefries and such, which certainly was out of character. Usually there was nagging about which frying pan I was using, or that I was using too much butter. This was certainly going to be a change for the better. She raised her hand a few times during breakfast but I was enjoying the peace and quiet. The first time she did, I told her; "Not now Karen." And she immediately raised it again. I looked at her and said, "Is it an EMERGENCY?" She blushed, shook her head no, and put her hand right back down. It was truly adorable... just like a shy little girl. And I had just made another rule, without even having to express it in detail.

Now comes my favorite part of the whole day! It was kind of mean, but was way fun, and really laid the law down, and put things into perspective. She thought this was a day off for her, because there was a store mangers meeting that day. Upper management such as her, myself,, my sister and her husband, Joe, didn't normally attend these. I told her that my sister had called, and it turned out that one of the managers had brought up an issue that really needed our attention, and it was going to be discussed at the meeting. so we all needed to attend. Her eyes got huge as saucers, and her hand shot right up. I reminded her of the proper way of asking for permission to speak, and she complied. She asked what time the meeting was, and I told her that it was in two hours. I could see the panic, and she totally lost it, and forgot all she had been taught, and started screaming. So I picked up my cell phone and brought 911 up again. That phone is one handy little thing. So she properly raised her hand, and asked about how she was expected to attend. I sternly warned her that I had had enough of her insubordination, and SWORE to her, that if she acted out like that one more time, that I would send the call. She knew that I meant it! I always back up my threats.

I explained to her that she was welcome to go to our room and take off her makeup and her outfit, and that she could change into whatever she wanted. She asked me about the locked panties, and I explained to her that there was no reason why she shouldn't keep them on, because I did not want to undo her makeshift chasity device. She accepted that, and probably felt a huge relief, thinking that I was overplaying the situation, and was going to turn here into one of those sissies who wear dresses at home, but go to work wearing only women's underwear under their normal work clothes. WRONG-O! I told her that I did not want to hear from her again for the next hour. NO MATTER WHAT! That was pure evil! I was amazed that she obeyed, because I'm sure that she was shocked by all the rest of my surprises! So right on the one hour mark, she comes dashing back into the kitchen, somewhat disheveled, with her makeup, that which could be, removed, but still wearing every bit of the costume except for the gloves.

I asked here if she had decided that she liked her new outfit, and couldn't wait to be seen it by the rest of the world. She dared to call me sarcastic, but I let it go, remained calm, and told her I didn't like her attitude a bit, and suggested that maybe another permanent punishment was called for. It was the final nail in her coffin. and she became docile again. And that would have bee here last chance to defy, and possibly leave. But she was in a pretty vulnerable situation... I mean she managed to take off her mascara, foundation, eye shadow, lipstick, and nail polish, but she was still wearing eyeliner, lip liner, and blush, all of which had been tattooed on! I had made sure that there were no sharp objects in our bathroom or bedroom, so that she would not be able to cut her dress off when she discovered there were was a heavy loop attached to each side of the zipper, at the top of the dress, which had her padlocked into it. Once she discovered that, I imagine she figured it would upset me greatly if she damaged the dress trying to tear it off of her. She wasn't able to take the socks off, because after I had buckled her shoes on her, I had sewn the straps together right behind the buckles. As poofy as the dress was, she certainly would not have been able to put the flouncy bottom inside of a pair of pants, even if she could have worked the legs over the shoes! Just MAYBE, she could have covered the billowy bodice of the dress with a shirt or jacket, but that would look even more foolish then the ensemble did! The wig could be taken off, but there was a flap of fabric sewn into the cap, which attached it to the back of the dress. The fact that she was still wearing the wig led me rto believe that she would rather be seen as a girl, then a femmed up man, just as I had hoped. She was hopelessly trapped and at my mercy, of which there would be little.

"So are you tyring to tell me that you are unable to change your outfit", I coyly asked. "Yes, Miss Lori", she meekly responded. I think she actually believed that I was going to give her a last second reprieve, when she put up her hand and asked me if I would please give her the key to the dress. But I had made sure that I wouldn't back out, and calmly explained that I had disposed of the key, and that opening the lock was not possible. "Well sweetie, we don't have much time, and we DO have to attend. So I guess you're just going to have to go with what you're wearing." I said sweetly and softly. "But at least we do have time to get your make up fixed back up, and get your nails polished again... you'd like that... wouldn't you?"

The End... at least for now.

Text COPYRIGHT 2010 Karen Trexler and Kaytrex ENT

Superb images by Tiffany Amber Rhoads.The author wishes to thank her for generously allowing them to be used in conjuction with this story! Be sure to check her out on Flickr,  and by all means, leave your comments of approval for all the effort she puts into looking her very best!

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