Message-ID: <2406eli$9707291856@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/2406.txt> From: nostrumo@nienor.IN-Berlin.DE (Nostrumo) Subject: Repost TG: A Girl's Place is the Mall by Mistress Kay (3/3) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.tg,alt.sex.stories.moderated Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <5rllno$k2u@nienor.in-berlin.de> Hi. One of these stories in which you learn how wicked your aunt really is. Be happy that yours isn't that wicked :). As usual I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null. If you are an author and wish to remain anonymouns or just try to avoid the replies to your work. I offer you the chance of posting your stories and collecting the response for you. This offer only stands for story postings and for nothing else. Enjoy the story. Ciao Nostrumo >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> cut here with a sharp knife <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< _A_Girl's_Place_is_the_Mall____________________________by_Mistress_Kay_ 3 were two ends at one end and a simple loop at the other. She slipped the loop through the ring and then threaded the loose end through the loop. I was starting to get excited but the leather strap kept me from getting an erection. Then without any warning she pushed the long loose end between my leg and spun me around so fast I almost fell in those heels. She held my hips while Aunt Sinthia forced each testicle up into my body cavity. The pain was total agony and I became very faint. "You'll understand in a little bit why I did this", she said almost apologetically. Then I felt her pull the cord ends so that my penis was pulled completely up between my thighs, completely out of sight. Without testicles to be in the way, I was very smooth and actually had a wide cleft and what might look like pussy lips. At my back, about the point where my waist was, Aunt Sinthia tied a knot and then she looped the remaining length around to the front of my waist and then again around to the back. At that point she tied the ends into a double knot. "Aunt Sinthia", I whined, "I'm scared and now I have to pee". She led me to the potty and said, "why my dear 'girl', sit down and pee, but be sure to wipe yourself when you get up as I am afraid, you'll be a bit wet". It worked and as she said, I was quite wet from the way things were positioned. Aunt Sinthia said to me, "its time to change your Tampon honey. Find the string and pull it out by the string. Don't let it fall into the toilet however, as it might clog the plumbing. We girls always try to dispose of those things in a box you usually find in the stall". I did as I was told and had a really strange feeling as the bloated Tampon came out. I wiped off and then Kay said, "Now we are going to add a special sensation for you which you will do on a regular daily basis. This bulb syringe has a solution of Premarin cream and water in it. The tip of the syringe is long enough to go way up your bottom. Insert it and squeeze hard... again ..." Oh what a strange feeling. It was as if I had someone in me and he came with a massive load. Kay continued, " Good, now here dear sissy, is a replacement Tampon for you. Go ahead, put it in...yes all the way". Oh my god I said as I plunged the Tampon in and my rosebud closed over it. Another incredible rush of emotion hit me. "Now dear girl, that will make sure you have no unseemly leakage through your evening. As I stood up straight, I was told to walk to the living room and back. Those horrible heels made me sway and weave like a drunken sailor. The strong tug of the garters on my stockings was an evil reminder of how trashy I was. Worse however, was the effect of my thighs and stocking tops, rubbing on the tied down head of my hidden sex. I tried to walk without my thighs touching and that made my gait even more exaggerated. "Good", said Aunt Sinthia, "she is beginning to move like a real sissy. Kay had finished dressing and was in a hot leather two piece suit. When she came back Aunt Sinthia said to her, " I want you to get her undies on her and make her keep practicing her walk. You might also put a couple of coats of red polish on her nails to cover that high school pink and match her lipstick and toe nails. When I am dressed, we'll put the rest of her clothes on her and finish her hair. By then John should be here for her". For her???? What did that mean??? Kay helped me with the black lace bra and the heavy bust forms. They obviously showed a nipple through the sheer fabric. Then I was given a very brief thong bikini panty to put on and lastly the bare fanny girdle. Once again Kay, used the opportunity to force a lot of cheek out of the cutout space so my buttocks were very pronounced. The fabric of the panty girdle was doing a real number on my male sex. Kay checked and when she had me feel it, the entire crotch area was a deep valley with nothing even remotely indicating anything but a feminine body. "Now let's do her corset", said Aunt Sinthia. "Oh no I pleaded, "can't you just do that waist cincher you bought and the wide leather belt you normally wear Aunt Sinthia", I whined. She replied, "you know Kay, we do want her loose for John and dancing and we can achieve the hourglass figure we want with that waist cincher. I can wear a gold chain on my waist tonight and that will send another message incase there are playmates here tonight. She turned to me and said, "you know the line of your figure will actually be more exaggerated and will attract more attention in the bar and in the lounge where the dancing is. Are you sure you have the where with all to handle that?" "Oh yes", I pleaded, I am so shrunk already and if you want me to entertain this man properly, I must be able to move". Kay brought out the well boned and exaggeratedly shaped waist cincher. It was placed around my waist and they began to pull and tug at the laces. I felt myself being squeezed in at the middle and my breath becoming shorter and shorter. Aunt Sinthia was right, the shape was definitely more exaggerated and it was obvious that I was severely figure trained. This way my hips had more freedom and I knew my ass would move more provocatively. I didn't care however as I was happy to not have the upper body restriction. My waist had been taken down almost 6 inches and I had to either sit upright or stand all the time. Then Kay did my nails in the two coats of iridescent red polish Aunt Sinthia wanted and I was made to continue walking practice. My calf muscles were screaming in agony, but I was mastering the heels. I found myself saying, I hope this guy is worth the effort. Then I recoiled in shock at the essence of what I was saying, if even just to myself. What had happened to me since yesterday. Aunt Sinthia finished dressing and came out in a stunning champagne silk blouse with a deep vee neck and a black kid skirt that had to be mid thigh length. Her heels were as bad as mine! Well lets show her the skirt we bought for her and do her hair. I want those nails really dry so if she has to undress tonite with she won't ruin the clothes with polish. Kay reached in a bag and took out a skirt that was at best 19 inches long. However, when she unfolded it it looked no bigger than a large "tube top". She put both arms in the skirt and stretched it in several directions saying, "dear sweet slutty sissy, this will hug every inch of that beautiful fanny and the shape of your upper thighs. It truly has a Latin fanny". She also handed me a gold pair of long earrings that tinkled just like the silver ones I had on earlier. I hooked them to the loops in my newly pierced ears. They were much longer and more noisy than the daytime ones. Aunt Sinthia added, "You will be so attractive that your date, that hulk of a football player, will be crazy about you. That way, you won't have to show any initiative at all and on top of that, he'll have to fight off every other man in the bar. You'll love the attention and as Kay said, earlier, you'll be begging for the right to have any initiative at all!" Now lets do your hair and get your skirt on (she giggled uncontrollably at that point). I was so worried about everything. I felt so strange. There was no question I was hot looking. I bet they weren't even go to let me wear a slip under the skirt. They just wanted a totally sexual presentation and I wasn't allowed any initiative or freedom of thought. Its as if I was a property they were marketing to every sexually active man and woman in town. I had no idea what would come about this evening and also they had said we were here for a week. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /