Brought out of the Closet
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BROUGHT OUT OF THE CLOSET
For the last 18 years my Wife and I have explored many areas of
fetish. Her passion to control and humiliate me, and my fetish of
being "forced femme'd" and sissified by her. This is a true story of
the first time I was shown off by my Wife/Mistress Ms Nancy
It took many years of teasing talk before I was put on "display" (or
shown-off). I was 100% sure that it was all just playful talk when
the subject first came up. My Wife/Mistress would tell me that "soon
selective others" will know all about my "sissy-julie" (julie being
the name she gave me because it is similar to my male name). This
would cause a reaction from me of begging - whimpering, and pleading
with her asking her not to allow that to happen. She would get all
warm and giggle with a grin and a glow on her face as I squirmed and
whimpered.
In our pre-chastity days I would be obviously aroused from the
thought of being exposed to a third person, but considering our
network of friends at the time, I was even more convinced that she
wasn't really serious, they seemed to be way vanilla (specially the
Ladies). Oh, my was I ever wrong about that. Come to find out, two of
them had known about the progression of "julie" for quite some time.
I will never forget the feeling I had the day she had me dressed-up
completely en femme. I was dressed in full maid attire, a pink custom
made long sleeved maid's dress with white lace trim and white
petticoat. Under the dress I was laced-up in a full length, custom
made, heavy boned corset, so tight it was hard to breathe. The corset
has "D" size bra cups that were filled with silicon forms that were
held tightly in place. The corset has four garters for each leg; they
were used to hold up a pair very expensive white lace top-seamed silk
stockings which tightly fitted over my smooth shaved legs and pink
painted toenails. A clear CB3000 was locked on my smooth hair free
"clitty" and covered up with a pair of white poofy style-laced tennis
panties. On my feet were a pair of pink leather mid-calf boots with
5 inch spiked heels, with white laces and little silver bells tied on
the lace ends (the little bells give off a light jingle sound with
every movement of the foot). At the top of each boot is a small clasp
to which she adds a small padlock so I cannot take them off.
My finger nails had glue on extensions and were painted hot pink
with several coats of clear on top. She had spent close to an hour
doing my makeup, making sure it was just right. A blended combination
of purple-blue-pink eye shadow, black eyeliner, false eye-lashes
blended with my own by several coats of mascara and curled upwards.
She shaped my eyebrows a little and colored them in to give them the
perfect female arch shape. My cheek bones were defined with various
shades of hot pink blush. As always she paid special attention to my
lips, re-shaping them with a hot pink pencil making sure they have a
female "bow" shape larger than my natural lip line. Several coats of
thick-n-creamy hot pink "kiss-proof color-stay" lipstick followed and
topped off with a little of clear gloss.
My Wife then styled my long light-auburn wig that has wavy curls and
tucked under bangs. She fussed with it forever, adding a fat white
lace bow to back-center of my head and then some hair spray. Large
dangly gold double hoop earrings were added to my already pierced
ears. As always, when dressed like this, a wide pink leather collar
with white lace trim with a "D" ring was placed around my neck, and
matching cuffs with "D" rings were added to each wrist.
I was simply tied to a chair in our walk-in closet having to stare
at myself in a full length mirror (a typical/normal time-out
punishment). I had only been sitting there about 20 minutes when I
heard the door-bell ring, and then hearing a familiar female voice
(but really could not make out exactly who it was) talking with my
Wife and the faint sounds of giggles. Soon I heard the sounds of
somebody approaching the room and then the closet door opened.
My wife stood there looking as lovely as ever, smiling from ear to
ear. She had that "creative" gleam in her eyes and was holding a pink
leather leash that matched the pink leather/white laced collar and
cuffs I was wearing. She approached me and knelt down so that she was
at eye level with me, she looked me in the eyes as she attached the
leash to the "D" ring on my neck collar and told me in her soft
sultry voice; "julie dear, you know I love you and would never harm
you right?" I nodded slowly and started to speak, she then placed her
index finger on my lips and said, "shhhhhh, just listen." She
continued by saying, "I have told you many times how important I
think it is that a few selective others get to see how cute you look,
and today is the day I bring you out of the closet."
My heart was racing so fast I was shaking with anticipation and
fear. She explained that the rules were the same as always when she
had me in this state of total control, no speaking unless spoken to
and my vocabulary needs to limited to "yes ma'am, thank you ma'am"
(unless asked a direct question that required a reply), and I was
expected to do exactly as told with respect and grace (just like we
had practiced over and over). She added, "make me proud please, and
you will be duly rewarded." She told me she loved me very much, and
not to worry, this wasn't going to harm me and might even be fun for
me. She also ensured me that our guest fully understood my situation
and completely accepted it and thought it was not so abnormal and
erotically sexy.
After I calmed down a bit, I thought for sure I was going to break
my CB3000 from the pressure. My mind raced as I wondered who it was
that was here, I wanted to ask, but since I was just re-explained the
rules, I thought it was best I remained silent. She helped me stand
up, gave me a quick look-over, fluffed out my petticoat and walked me
into the master bathroom next to the closet. She fixed my long curly
wig little so it looked perfect and gave it a little shot of hair
spray. She then held my chin and turned my face from side to side to
check my makeup in the light. All of my makeup was still out on the
counter, she dabbed a little powder on my chin and nose, then added a
bit more blush and lipstick, topped it off with another layer of
ultra shiny gloss.
She had the sexiest, evil grin on her face (it gave me goose-bumps)
as she told me to remember to smile. At this point she removed the
clasps that linked my wrist cuffs together. She walked behind me and
told me to bend over so she could make sure the seams on my stockings
were perfect, she patted me on my pantied butt and told me, "ok you
look perfect, let's do this!"
A slight tug on the leash ended my hesitation and I followed her
through the bedroom to the top of the stairs. She paused and turned
around to look at me, she took me by the wrist and pulled my arm down
straight and bent my wrist so that my palm of my hand facing the
floor, I self corrected the other arm and hand and she winked and
whispered, "that's better, now come-on be careful on the stairs." I
tried to walk with sissy style and grace like she had taught me and
we descended the stairs. My heart raced as I followed her two steps
behind as we approached the living-room/dining room area.
My view was blocked at first, but standing in the living room was a
female with her back turned as she looked out the big bay window at
our view of the valley and mountains. I knew who it was immediately.
It was her best friend Cindy, her friend of 25 plus years clear back
>from Jr High School. Cindy was the maid-of-honor at our wedding 18
years ago, and my Wife was the maid-of honor at Cindy's wedding, and
I was the best-man (because she married my best friend Dave) a few
years after that (a marriage that only lasted about 6 years). Cindy
is now single and a very successful professional Lawyer. At that
moment I had no idea that Cindy had known about "julie" for years.
When Cindy turned around and saw me, she gasped, and I thought her
jaw was going to hit the floor. She was speechless at first, her only
words were "Oh my goodness!" My Wife stood tall and proud with a huge
smile as she introduced me, "Cindy, this is julie, and julie, I am
sure you know Cindy." I could feel the heat on my face from blushing
as I squeaked out a "yes ma'am" and they both giggled. Cindy told my
Wife that the pictures she had shown her did no justice to seeing the
real thing. Cindy walked over to me to take a better look, she took
me by the hand and raised my arm as if to pose me for a better
perspective. She looked at my Wife and said, "Oh my, he looks
perfect!" My wife calmly cleared her throat and said, "She", and
Cindy giggled again, "oh yes, she."
Cindy looked at my Wife and asked if the leash was really necessary?
My Wife reached over and unhooked the leash while saying, "probably
not now."
Cindy walked around me a few times looking me over, while telling my
Wife, "I swear I would never known it was the same person, you have
done such an excellent job, I just love it." I just stood there
totally humbled, head lowered and blushing.
My wife asked Cindy if she'd like some coffee, and Cindy told her
that sounded wonderful. My wife looked at me and I just went with it
and said, "yes ma'am," and smiled. I then made an attempt at a curtsy
before turning around to walk to the kitchen and prepare the tray
with coffee, cups and cream and sugar. The two Ladies sat in the
living room chatting, smiling and giggling as I walked off taking
baby steps in my 5 inch heels, trying to be graceful.
I returned with the tray and coffee, cups, cream and sugar, I even
added some fancy cookies on a small plate for them. I was so careful
to be perfect and relax, remembering to bend at the waist and be as
dainty as I could. I was really getting into it, mainly because of
Cindy's open acceptance of the whole thing. It was humiliating but
not as bad as I had feared.
I had not realized at that point, that my humiliation was about to
happen. Cindy said to my Wife, "does she have it on now?"
I was puzzled for a second, and then my Wife replied; "yes she does,
and the key is right here around my neck." A chill ran down my spine
as I blushed and lowered my head. Cindy asked my Wife if she was
allowed to see it, she followed that with, "I am so dying to see it."
My Wife laughed and told her, "of course you can see it."
I stood there mortified, I this thinking no way she's going to have
me show her my caged penis, there's just no way! My wife looked and
me smiling and said, "julie dear, pull down your panties and lift
your dress up so Ms Cindy can see your cute little caged wee wee."
I hesitated, and my Wife's expression changed, I gulped hard and
reached up and pulled my panties down. My wife said, "move closer
dear so she can get a good look."
I shuffled closer with my panties around my ankles until I was about
12 inches from Cindy. My wife said, "ok julie lift up your dress and
petticoat and spread your legs apart further."
I did as I was told, putting myself on full display. They both
laughed out loud as they looked at it, I was in total humiliation at
that point. Cindy had never seen a device like this in real life, she
loved it and told my Wife how perfect it was. Cindy asked my Wife if
she could touch it, my Wife told her, "sure, it's completely harmless
like that."
Cindy touched it and twisted and pulled slightly asking my Wife if I
could get out of it. My wife explained to her that maybe with an ice
pack I could escape, but without the key I could never get back in
it. My Wife also explained to her that if I knew what was good for
me, I would just behave as expected or she'd upgrade to a more secure
device and maybe destroy the keys.
They both looked and me and laughed. Cindy then asked if she had to
order the size that small or did they make a 'size small', because
that was the tiniest penis she had ever seen. They both burst into
laughter as my wife told her, "no, that's the size it came in."
hen my Wife told me to pull my panties back up and go prepare some
more coffee, and so I did as I was told with another squeaky, "yes
ma'am."
That was my first exposure to another person in my sissified state.
It was extremely humiliating, but hind-sight being 20/20, it wasn't
so bad. Since then Ms Cindy has made several more visits for
afternoon coffee and several evening meals prepared and served by
'The Maid', she has become a vital part of my total sissification.
Sissy Maid julie
(Feed-back or comments would be gratefully accepted by emailing:
julie1@arcticfusion.com)