From pattee@mail.ohio.net Wed Feb 26 09:45:45 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: TG: Seduced part 3 From: michelle <pattee@mail.ohio.net> Date: Wed, 26 Feb 1997 06:45:45 -0800 DISCLAIMER: Simply go away if you’re not 21 and cannot yet spell. SEDUCED: part three mike was scared! he had been left back by his car by Jennifer and Jamie and now was headed home to see his wife. The only trouble was that he was carrying a nylon pink babydoll nightie on a satin hanger with a matching panty attached -- AND he was wearing a pink camisole under his shirt and had pink matching panties and garter under his pants. he had no socks, but in their place were silk stockings. Other than that -- well -- he was just the same old husband -- or WAS he? he pulled into the drive and was distressed to see his wife’s car parked in front of the garage. he wouldn’t be able to sneak into the house without his neighbor seeing him -- and see him she did -- his neighbor Misty, that is. She was a good-looking thing of about 30 years of age -- great shape -- divorced -- and always flirting with mike. She was waiting for him to get out of the car. “Hi mike!”, she called, crossing the lawn to greet her neighbor. mike was uncertain what to do, so he just stood there like a dunce until Misty got close. “What do you GOT there?”, she piped eyeing the silky nightie mike was holding. “Something sexy for the wife?” “uhh -- well -- uhh” -- mike just couldn’t seem to get out any words as he turned bright red with embarrassment. All of a sudden it was obvious from the look in her eyes that Misty caught a glimpse of the pink underthings mike was wearing. Her eyes fell across his body toward his feet which clearly displayed some rather attractive nylons. his pants were short enough for anyone to see that his legs -- at least his ankles -- were shaved. “Don’t tell me that’s FOR YOU?”, she shrieked out in loud laughter. “Are you one of those fellows who’s into wearing female clothing -- are you a -- a transvestite?”, she asked, still trying to compose herself. “i really have to go, Misty”, mike said as he scurried toward the house. “Alright, honey -- but maybe you can come over sometime and try on something sexy for ME!”, she said with a laugh as she headed back towards her house. “What did Misty want?”, asked Sandy as mike walked through the door. “Oh -- nothing much”, mike said hoping to be able to get to the bedroom without being noticed by his wife. he wasn’t that lucky. “What do you HAVE there, honey!”, she asked as she spied the silky clothing. “Are those for ME?” -- mike had been programmed not to lie to his wife -- and try as he might, he found himself saying: “no, dear -- they’re for ME!” “Now what do you mean by THAT?”, said Sandy as she came across the room to see closer what he had brought in. “Are those what I THINK they are?” “It’s my nightie”, said mike against his will. “i have to wear it to bed tonight!” “The hell you ARE!”, said Sandy, getting a little more than perturbed. And then SHE spied the feminine clothing exposing itself beneath his male clothes. “What the hell is going ON here, mike?”, she demanded. “It’s a long story”, said mike with his voice shaking. “Maybe i ought to get you a drink before i tell it.” “I’d welcome that!”, said Sandy as she stood open-mouthed at her usually macho husband. mike put his nightie on the table and went into the kitchen to “prepare” his wife’s pink lemonade. While he was doing that, Sandy was taking a closer look at the ultra feminine garb he had brought home. “What’s gotten INTO you, mike?”, she asked with some concern in her voice. “i’ll tell you everything”, mike said as he handed her the drink. “First drink this down -- and we’ll talk.” Sandy took a large sip of the drink and almost as soon the same far-away look overtook her as overtook mike back at the bar. “Do you feel ok?”, asked mike, looking at his wife. “I’m fine”, she said as she drifted far away into a fantasy world of the mind-controling substance. “i’m going to play you some music dear”, said mike as he retrieved the tape Jennifer had given him and put it in the tape recorder. “Let me put these earphones on your ears so you can hear better.” Sandy began to listen to the voice that began to carry her into a world she had never known. “I am Mistress Jennifer”, said the voice. “Your husband is my slave -- he is becoming my slave girl -- just as YOU are becoming my slave girl. Close your eyes -- let the magic fill your body -- listen to my voice -- drift farther and farther into my web of sin -- let yourself go -- you are mine.” As the instructions went on, Sandy listened with her eyes closed. Then she began to unbutton her blouse and toy with her nipples. mike watched in fascination at the scene unfolding before him. The voice continued in Sandy’s ears: “We are going to turn mikey into michelle, aren’t we? My little slave girl, sandy, is going to help. michelle is no longer YOUR husband -- she is now MY toy! The very thought of turning your husband into a girl EXCITES you as nothing ever has. You feel the tingle in your breasts traveling down toward your now moist pussy. UNBUTTON your blouse -- pinch your nipples -- feel the heat rise as you get ready to feminize your sissy husband. he is MINE, you know -- YOU are mine. you BOTH belong to ME now. SAY IT!” As Sandy sat there playing with her nipples, she suddenly said: “i belong to YOU! we BOTH belong to YOU!” mike’s stomach TURNED as he knew what was going on. The drug had worked on his wife in the same way it worked on HIM -- only this time HE was the one who was doing the programming. And it was his WIFE that he was conditioning through the tape! -- she was being conditioned to further enslave HIM! Sandy abruptly took off the headphones -- and looked sweetly at her husband. “Take off those UGLY male clothes”, she said with some authority. mike WANTED to argue with her -- but found he could no more resist HER than he could Jennifer. They were both programmed now to play a game for a Mistress that wasn’t even there. he slipped off his shirt and pants and stood before his wife in the cami, panties, garter and stocking. “MY!”, said Sandy -- “aren’t WE pretty! But I think we need some MAKEUP -- don’t YOU michelle?” mike shook his head, yes, against his will as Sandy took his hand and led him to her vanity. For the next half hour she applied just the right amount of makeup to turn him into a more feminine sort of man. his lips were red -- his nails were red -- his cheeks were blush -- his eyes were defined -- his body was powdered and perfumed. “And now for the nightie”, said Sandy as she retrieved the garment mike had brought home. “Put this on for me”, she demanded. mike took off the feminine items that Jamie had dressed him in and slipped on the panties and nightie. The nightgown didn’t quite cover the panty which stood out now under the hardon that mike had developed. “MY! -- you are a pretty girl”, said Sandy. “Now go out and get my paper for me!” “Please, Sandy -- don’t make me do that! You KNOW that Misty is always out looking for me!” “GO!”, said Sandy -- and mike went towards the door to make the long walk to the mailbox -- across the street from his driveway. It was still light. “I don’t KNOW about you!”, said Misty from her yard as she saw the feminized male scurrying along the drive. “It looks to ME like your wife is finally wearing the PANTS -- and YOU, the PANTIES!”, she laughed. mike just got the paper and ran back to the house under the disapproving stare of yet several OTHER of his neighbors. “Why did you make me DO that?”, he asked. “Because you’re our SLAVE!”, Sandy responded. “Now get that pantied ass of yours TO BED!” mike dropped the paper and went to the bedroom with Sandy on his tale. he began to get into the bed when Sandy told him to stop. “Before you hit the sack -- maybe I ought to hit that sissy ass of yours!”, she said. “Bend over my knee!” Sandy was seated at her upstairs vanity -- and mike found himself being pulled toward his wife. he bent over her knee as she picked up a brush and began to spank his panty-covered ass. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “you don’t know how long I’ve waited to do this”, Sandy said with a great sense of satisfaction as she spanked the hell out of her husband. he was in tears before she stopped. “Now get in bed!”, she demanded. Sandy disrobed quickly -- and cuddled next to her sobbing husband. “I think you BELONG in panties!”, she said. “From now on -- this is how it’s going to be for you!” She began to fondle and caress his smooth, shaved body. It excited her to no end to feel the feminine skin of her once virile husband. As she began to kiss him and fondle his hard cock, he came in his panties. “Naughty GIRL!”, she said with a laugh. “Now you’re going to have to SLEEP that way!” And that’s EXACTLY how he slept -- and he slept HARD. In the morning he looked for his wife -- but didn’t find her. She was in the kitchen -- drinking some of his pink lemonade! Then she sat down and listened to the “music” he had brought. The programming worked PERFECTLY! mike felt the cum hardened panties and decided to freshen up and take a shower. It was THERE that he got a shock. his tits were a bit swollen and sensitive. his hips had gained some weight and his ass seemed a little bigger! “What the hell is going ON!”, he wondered. he hurried out of the shower to find his wife. “Look at THIS”, he said with an worried voice. Sandy took off her headphones and looked at her husband’s nude body. “your tits look like MINE -- when I was 12 years old!”, she said matter-of-factly. “And it looks like your taking on a little more feminine shape!” “What are we going to DO about it?”, asked mike in a panic. “WE are going to do NOTHING!”, she said. “YOU are going to put on some panties, a blouse and some shorts, and go back to Mistress Jennifer’s house.” “PLEASE, dear -- don’t DO this to us!”, mike pleaded. “Get going, michelle -- before I SPANK you again!”, said Sandy. She walked mike upstairs and pulled out some fresh panties, a satin blouse -- and a pair of shorts that would barely fit him. “Before you go -- I want you to drop off something for Misty!”, she said. “i CAN’T”, said mike. But it was to no avail. he KNEW he could do nothing to resist her. Going out the door Sandy gave him a bag full of male underwear and socks. “Give this to Misty and ask her to destroy them for you!”, she demanded. mike went across the lawn to his neighbor. his long, shapely legs looked lovely -- even on a feminized male under the white short shorts Sandy put him in. They were TIGHT! -- and clearly showed the panty-line of the red panty he was wearing underneath. he rang the bell and watched the door open. Misty was still in her nightgown -- a frilly, see-through thing that exposed her yet firm body. “mike! -- I see your wife has things well in hand!”, said Misty as she looked the femininized man up and down closely examining his smooth body. “DO come in!” mike walked in the house and handed the bag to Misty and said, “Sandy said you should destroy these -- i won’t be needing them anymore.” Misty looked in the bag and was shocked to see it full of male underwear. “YOU want me to destroy these things?”, she asked with almost some concern in her voice. “Is someone DOING this to you?”, she asked. “Look, Misty”, mike said, “i just want you to destroy these things for me.” It was his most embarrassing moment ever up this point. he was dressed in quite feminine attire talking to his sexy neighbor who was dressed for bed in a flimsy, sheer, nylon nightgown. Misty took his hand and led him further into the house -- mike really didn’t want to go. his cock started to respond to the sexy figure she presented before him -- it began to stretch his already tight shorts. Misty looked at this crotch and then at his eyes and said, “to each his own, I guess! But you know, mike, this whole scene really excites me! I think you look GREAT as a girl.” She put her arms on mike’s shoulders and let them drift down to his sensitive tits. As she began to fondle them through hisi blouse he winced in pain. “What’s the MATTER, honey -- do they hurt?”, she asked. “They’re a bit swollen this morning!”, mike said, still unable to respond to Misty’s advances. Misty just looked deeply into his eyes and kissed him fully on the mouth. “Come by sometime -- maybe I’D like to get into those panties of yours!”, she said. With that, mike felt he had permission to leave the house -- he did. he went straight to his car and drove to the Mistress’s house leaving his bag of underclothing behind with Misty. Maybe the Mistress would have pity on him and let him be a MAN today! Maybe TODAY -- it would be better. (shall i continue?)