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I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may
contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is
offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy ....
enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up
with what I have now.
The following was a "Story Thread" from the now defunct
"*Dom/Sub*" sub-board of the Jersey Shore System, which dates
back to 1986. The story grew from messages placed on that board
and was continued by anyone who cared to pick up the "pen" and
write with it. I have condensed it slightly by removing the
intermediary message headers and replacing them with a single
line indicating the authoress of each section. As you will see,
the story is anything but complete, so it will now be up to you
(and me and everybody else on here) to continue it. If you ever
felt that you had an idea for a story that you wanted to pursue
or read one by somebody else and said to yourself "Gee I wish
this could have happened" or "that character should have...," now
you have your chance. The stage is set, the lights are on, the
orchestra is playing and the cast is in the wings, waiting for
the script for the next act. YOU are the authoress! It's all up
to YOU now! Feel free to build on to it and have fun with it!
Msg#:43700 *Dom/Sub*
11/13/86 09:58:28 (Read 29 Times)
~From: ROBIN ECKER
To: ALL
Subj: STORY
Sometimes a "story" can provide a catalyst for unleashing
some of our latent creative talents. I'll provide the basic
scene and perhaps some of you will "add on" as appropriate. Have
fun....
Michael was 34 years old, well built and athletic. His
rapid, if ruthless, assent to the top of his corporation provided
an excellent opportunity to exercise the power he so relished.
His one, though carefully concealed, weakness was a secret
interest in x-dressing. He occasionally indulged this harmless
fantasy when the urge became too overwhelming. An occasional
pair of lace panties -- changed into while in the privacy of his
office -- and a few magazines which dealt with x-dressing was as
far as he let himself go. And all of this carefully locked away
in his office safe. That all changed one morning when he opened
his office door and found a carefully wrapped package -- tied in
a pink silk bow -- sitting on his desk. He was curious.
Perhaps Linda, his prim and proper secretary, had left him a
present. No, he reflected, not after spending the better part of
two years running for his coffee and putting up with his sexist
jokes and brazen advances. Yet he felt something was wrong. He
froze as, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the door of his
private safe was open...
****** From: KRISTI BETH *****
Michael sat still for a moment in stunned silence, then
eased himself slowly out of his chair to the safe. The safe was
empty, not only were the panties and the magazines missing, but
so was the sizable quantity of cash he kept there. A plain piece
of paper was inside the safe. The letters on the paper had been
čcut out of old newspapers. "Open the package......NOW!!!"
***** From: KRISTI BETH *****
Michael moved back to the package sitting on his desk. With
trembling hands, he slowly opened the package. Inside was another
note. It read: I know your secret. You will do as I say! Before
removing any of the other contents of this package, drop your
pants and tie your disgusting male thing in the pretty pink
ribbon that adorned this package. Once you have completed this
first task you shall examine the rest of the contents of this
package. A further set of instructions awaits at the bottom of
the box.
***** From: KRISTI BETH *****
Michael continued his examination of the package. He had
followed the instructions so far. Inside the package was a pair
of frilly pink panties with white lace trim and a matching bra.
A pair of handcuffs and the second set of instructions
completed the contents of the package. Michael grabbed the second
set of instructions. It read: I will reveal your secret to all of
your employees and family members unless you follow all of my
instructions. Put on the panties and the bra. Do not put your
male clothing on over top of them. Put the handcuffs on your
wrists. Make sure your hands are behind your back when you do
this. At 9:00A.M. you will have a visitor to your office. Do
exactly as she says. I will be watching.......
***** From: ROBIN ECKER *****
Michael examined the delicate pink, lace trimmed panties.
They were so feminine! His hands trembled as he stepped into
them and pulled them to his waist. He had some difficulty with
the bra, but finally managed to snap it in place. The handcuffs
looked cold and threatening...but what other choice did he
have?!! Once he put them on, he would be totally at the mercy of
his tormentor; but there was literally no other choice to make.
He snapped them in place, behind his back. Michael sat back
behind his impressive executive desk....feeling humiliated and
exposed. He might be able to get the panties off, but with the
handcuffs getting the bra off was out of the question. He sat
with his legs held tightly together, feeling more like a demure
little girl than a macho corporate executive. He looked at his
office clock -- almost a half hour to go. What if someone should
walk in?!! Oh God! Please hurry up, who ever you are!! The
psychological pressure was terrible; but to make matters worse,
Michael also discovered a pressure in his bladder! He began to
squirm and fidget as his morning coffee began to make itself
known. "Whoever you are, please hurry!!!" he prayed, as he
squirmed in his leather chair.....
***** From: ROBIN ECKER *****
At exactly 9 o'clock Michael's door opened and Linda, his
čpretty, young, secretary stepped in. Her eyes opened wide and a
shocked look came to her face. Michael was sick! "It isn't her!"
he thought. But Linda's expression only lasted a second, as it
was replaced by a knowing grin. "Well, well," she smirked, "what
do we have here?" She walked around his desk and spun Michael
around in the chair so he faced her. "My, my, pink undies look
so becoming on you Michael, or perhaps I should say 'Micky'."
"Look, Linda," Michael began, "I know we can make a deal..." But
Linda cut him short. "Sure, but on my terms, you little sissy.
I know all about your interest in wearing ladies undies and
unless you want to be ruined in this business you're going to be
my little slave for some time to come!" There wasn't much he
could do, sitting there in bra and panties and handcuffs. Linda
raised her leg and put the toe of her high heeled black pump on
his pantied crotch. She let her skirt slide back, giving Michael
a view of sleek leg, garter, and black lace panty. "I've taken
the liberty of canceling all of your appointments today. After
all, running a string of department stores can be exhausting; and
I'm sure you'd be self-conscious conducting business in your
little bra and panty set!" she teased. Linda reached down and
fingered the end of the pink silk ribbon which "Micky" had tied
around his penis. "Come on," she commanded, as she walked him
over to his closet, "I've got the rest of your wardrobe in here.
I've always wanted my own real live Barbie Doll! We're going to
have so much fun, Pet Lamb!" Michael followed her, his head down,
cheeks on fire with shame. What could she have behind that
door?!!!
***** From: KAREN T *****
As Linda grasped the closet doorknob, a chill went through
Michael. His mind, suspended in time, was churning at a frantic
pace as the entire morning flashed back before him. "The notes.
The notes," he thought. "Linda was the visitor, but who was the
one who was watching? Did Linda write those instructions or was
there someone else involved, even at this moment, watching what
was happening, watching him standing there, in his pretty bra and
frilly panties, with his hands locked behind his back?" He was
snapped back to reality though, when, as his secretary opened the
door of the closet, he saw, hanging where he kept his spare rain
coat and a change of clothes, a pretty pink dress, full slip,
petticoats and a maroon women's overcoat. On the floor, where
he kept his Totes rain boots and a pair of old shoes were a pair
of pink leather pumps with three inch heels. On the shelves were
other lingerie items, a purse, and some cosmetics. All of his
male clothing was gone, nowhere to be seen.
***** From: KAREN T *****
He was in a daze as Linda started to speak again. "Now
Micky, as you can see, your new wardrobe is a little different
from what you were used to, but I'm sure you'll find the clothes
quite comfortable. First though, we're going to have to get rid
of all that ugly masculine hair all over your body." Linda
picked up the ribbon attached to Micky's "member" and led him
čover to the private bathroom attached to Michael's office.
Reaching into the vanity cabinet, she took out a Polaroid camera
and shot several pictures of Michael, displaying his pretty
lingerie. After putting these in her desk in the outer office,
she released Michael's handcuffs and told him to remove the bra.
She re-cuffed his hands over the shower curtain bar and proceeded
to remove his panties and cover him from the neck down with a
depilatory. Linda set a timer and walked back to her desk,
leaving Michael to wait, standing, while the hair remover did
it's work.
***** From: KAREN T *****
Michael was terrified at what he had let himself get
into. Sure, he was the one who put on the handcuffs, he didn't
have to; he could have tried to tough it out with whoever his
mysterious visitor would be, but he didn't. He just
followed the instructions and here he was, strung up like a
piece of meat, left to cure. From the outer office, he could
hear Linda talking on the phone, and he distinctly heard the
name "Micky" and some references to "our little girl." "Who was
she calling? Who else could she have told about him already?"
The questions were banging inside his head. Was this the
mysterious person who wrote the last instructions?........
***** From: ROBIN ECKER *****
.....It seemed like hours before Linda returned. She unlocked
his handcuffs and ordered him into the shower. The cream had
done its job very well, as "Micky" emerged as hairless as a
toddler from the neck down! Linda obviously enjoyed his
embarrassment, taking every opportunity to comment about her
"hairless little sissy." She ordered him from the bathroom, and
back to his office, where she had left his outfit for the day.
Linda held the original pair of pink panties for Micky to step
into, then helped him squeeze into the slightly padded, matching
bra. "Oh, Micky! Wait until you see the lovely nylons and pretty
garter belt I picked out for you!" With that, Linda held up a
pair of pale pink designer nylons and a very frilly white garter
belt. Michael blushed 'lollipop red' as she held them out to him,
and he carefully attached the ultra-feminine garter belt around
his waist. Michael carefully rolled the sheer stockings up his
hairless legs and attached them to the garters. After he was
finished, Linda took his hand and walked him to the closet. He
felt just like one of those pin-ups he remembered from his
youth....standing there like a demure young lady...in nylons, bra
and panty....who just happened to lose her skirt! Linda helped
him don the slip and petticoats and buttoned him into the pretty
pink party dress. The final touch was the pink pumps. Michael
sat down while Linda placed them on his stocking clad feet and
secured their dainty straps across his ankles. Michael rose from
the chair...uncertain in his new heels.....almost tripping.
"There, there Lil' girl," mocked Linda, "you haven't had much
experience walking in heels yet." Michael really felt more like
"Micky" as he stood there in his frilly petticoats and swirly
čparty dress! The skirt blossomed out from his starchy petticoats
and its already short length made "girlish modesty" a real
challenge.....
***** From: ROBIN ECKER *****
"How about a little pirouette to show off your new undies,
Micky?" Mocked Linda. Michael was beside himself, "a
pirouette?!!" Turning beet red from embarrassment, he tried to
execute a graceful pirouette. He felt a rush of girlish
excitement as his skirt and petticoats started to loft high about
his thighs. As he turned the tops of his nylons came into view,
followed shortly by a hint of lace trimmed panty! "Very nice,"
giggled Linda, "you look so charming in that skirt. I wish I had
gotten you into one sooner!" But Michael wasn't ready for what
was coming, as Linda commanded him to take the hem of his skirt
in his hands and lift it above his waist. "Pretty, very pretty
young lady," giggled Linda, as the once proud executive stood
there exposing his frilly undies to this mere girl. Linda made
him stand like that...totally exposed...while she snapped a few
pictures for her private photo collection. The effect wasn't
lost on Michael, who was beginning to get a bit excited. "Well,
well, it looks like you appreciate getting your picture taken,
Micky," smiled Linda, "just wait until we go over to the
company's store at the new mall. I've arranged for us to have
special access to it this evening. We'll be outfitting you in
all sorts of new clothes!" Michael pleaded to be let go, to stop
this insanity. He offered Linda whatever she wanted. "Whatever I
want?" she smiled, "Well, I think I've got whatever I want right
now. If I want to I can turn you over my knee and spank you
until you cry like a little girl. Or I can dress you like a coy
little French Maid in lacy panties and revealing petticoats. If
I want, I can turn even turn Michael into "Baby Micky" and dress
"her" up in dydies and a baby bonnet!" Michael paled at that
last comment, causing Linda to realize she struck a nerve. "Yes,"
she giggled, "how would big, strong Michael like to become widdle
"Baby Micky" in a pink diaper?"......cont.
***** From: KAREN T *****
..."But that will have to wait 'til later, because right now
I've got to get you ready to go to your beauty parlor appointment
or we are going to be late." Linda then sat Michael down and
started to make up Micky's face. "I'm not going to make this a
fancy job;" she said, "because you will be getting a facial and a
new make-up job at the salon. This is just enough so that you
will be able to walk out on the street without looking too much
like a man." Linda proceeded to coat his face with foundation
and a little blush and did Micky's lips with a bright pink
lipstick. A shoulder length brunette wig and a pair of
sunglasses completed the look and as Michael stood staring at his
reflection in the mirror, Linda took the coat out of the closet
and helped him into it.
Handing Michael a purse and picking up her own coat, Linda told
čhim to start walking as they were on their way. Hoping to
humiliate her little sissy, Linda didn't bother getting her car
out of the lot and instead hailed a cab for the short trip to the
salon. She knew at once that she made the right choice, as she
looked in the rear view mirror seeing the knowing look in the
cabbie's face. Linda didn't miss a trick as she, in a very
sarcastic tone of voice, asked the cabbie how he liked her sister
Micky's new hairdo. The cabbie had a hard time trying to keep a
straight face as he answered in the same tone that he thought she
was very cute. Michael just sat there and turned beet red,
although under his heavy make-up, only he noticed. After that,
the ride was mercifully short. As they stepped out of the cab in
front of the salon, the cabbie tipped his hat and said to them,
"Have a nice day LADIES" and laughed loudly as he drove away.
Linda had to lead "Micky" by the hand into the salon because poor
Michael was petrified with fear that he might be recognized to be
a man. He didn't have to worry long. When they got to the
reception table, one of the beauticians walked over to Linda and
after exchanging greetings, said "Well, so this is our little
sissy eh? Lets take him back to the private rooms and see what
we can do to make a pretty lady out of him.".....cont'd.