Carl
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"Carl"
I was finishing with the supper dishes when the phone rang. I answered
the call and heard Carl's voice on the other end. He lived in the same
apartment complex as I did, on the third floor two doors down. "Hi
Brian, sorry to bother you but could you stop down, I'm trying to move
my entertainment center and can't manage it myself" he asked. I didn't
socialize with Carl much and since we worked at different times I
didn't see that much of him. But I figured he needed the help so I
agreed to go over.
It was innocent enough but it still bothered me. Carl had divorced a
couple years ago and was living alone like I was. I had noticed he kept
his key under his welcome mat and for something to do one afternoon
while he was at work I entered his apartment and took a look around. I
noticed that his ex had left a lot of her clothing behind and due to my
hobby it wasn't long until I found several dresses of hers that fit
along with a complete selection of lingerie. I had been paying visits
to Carl's apartment without anyone knowing for months now. I didn't
really want to help Carl but to play it safe I didn't want to seem
distant.
"How you doing Brian? Want a beer or something?" he asked as he opened
the door. "No thanks, kind of busy myself" I returned. "After we're
done moving that entertainment center I should get going" I finished.
Carl moved over to the entertainment center. I noticed the large plasma
television was already on. It didn't look like he had moved anything. I
watched as he put a DVD into the player and started the disc. "What are
you doing? I thought you wanted to move all that stuff" I said as he
continued. "Just a minute Brian, take a look at this new movie I got. I
think you'll find it interesting" He said as he smiled then turned his
attention back to the large screen. I noticed the picture looked
familiar, then realized it was a video from a camera that was in his
bedroom! I got a sickening sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach
when I saw myself enter the bedroom, nervously looking around. When I
saw myself take that dress out of the closet and put it on the bed and
then saw myself looking through his ex wives lingerie drawer I felt
faint. I moved to the player and tried to take out the disc but Carl
only pushed me away. "Watch this" he said as he fast forwarded the
disc. There I was stripping off my clothes and putting on the full
array of his wife's lingerie in fast forward. He held the fast forward
button until I was totally dressed from head to toe and from the skin
out. When I had the dress on and was swishing and mincing around his
bedroom he hit the play button. I could hear my excited breathing as I
minced on the high heels and could hear the rustling of the skirts of
the dress as I swished and wiggled around the room trying to act like a
lady.
I gasped in sheer terror and lunged at the DVD player and hit the eject
button then finally got the disc out of the player. I snapped the disc
in two but Carl only stood there laughing. "I have a couple more copies
around here someplace, want to break those too?" He laughed. "And oh,
and I have a couple more hidden away in a safe deposit box downtown
that I'm afraid you won't be able to get your hands on" he finished.
"I...I'm sorry C...Carl," I stammered red faced and choking a swallow
through my dry throat. "I guess I have this little fetish, it's
harmless really. Let's just forget this ever happened and I'll get
moved out of here and never bother you again. No harm done huh?" I said
offering a deal and hoping he would somehow understand.
But, he knew he had me now. He smiled and chuckled as he took out
another pristine DVD and put it back into the player and sure enough it
was another copy of the DVD I had just broken in two! I knew I was sunk
now! Soon we were watching me back in the dress and putting a frilly
apron on and tying it into a large bow at the back and then continuing
my mincing and preening walk as I pretended to be an old fashioned
housewife! "Such a little lady" he said with a smile as he studied the
video. "I noticed a few things moved around in the apartment so I
decided to hide my little video camera. I put it in the bedroom and
rigged it to a wall outlet that activates when the light switch is
turned on," he said as he continued watching.
"I don't care about the clothes, matter of fact I should have pitched
them after the ex left but I guess I am too lazy. But I don't like the
way you used my hidden key to sneak into my place Brian. That was
pretty tacky, it's also against the law!" He said in a direct matter-
of-fact tone. I gasped and gulped another dry swallow. "Imagine if I
turned this video into the police. Might make the papers huh? Or maybe
the evening news?" He chuckled. "What would happen if your friends or
the people at work saw your little show, hummm? You might lose your
job. You'd certainly lose all your friends," he chuckled yet again.
"But it doesn't have to be that way," he said as he finally switched
the television and the DVD player off. I started in once again and this
time told him I was not only moving out of the apartment but I would be
moving far away to another town as well. I then apologized again and
asked him to give me a break and just forget it.
"I could do that I guess," he said as he rubbed his chin in thought.
"But then it wouldn't be as much fun that way would it?" he continued.
"Maybe we could work out a deal?" I felt the color running out of my
face as I replied, "What kind of deal?"
"I could use someone for let's say, a month. Someone to straighten the
place back out, dust, wash a few clothes, cook a few meals. You know.
If you could do that, yeah I might be willing to forget I ever saw that
DVD recording. I'd give you all the copies and like you say it would be
no harm no foul then. Nice and neat," he finished.
It didn't take me long to think the deal over. Whip Carl's place into
shape again like his wife used to keep it, cook a few meals, iron a few
clothes and in a month my debt would be paid off. "One month?" I asked.
"One month," Carl returned with a smile.
"Alright," I said nodding my head. "Deal." I started for the door my
head still spinning as he continued.
"I'll figure out a schedule and what I want done. And one more thing.
When you're working in here you're going to be doing it in a dress!
Just like a proper little housewife!" he said with a satisfied smile.
"Hey, forget that! I'll help you out, cook, clean and wash a few
clothes and straighten up the place but let's leave those clothes out
of the deal," I said. "I'm in enough trouble."
"Well, I'm not the one who's been sneaking in here and trying on
dresses am I? I think the punishment should fit the crime. My little
sissy neighbor Brian, who likes to dress up like a lady and pretend to
be a housewife is now going to get his chance!" My head spun, I felt
sick and weak as I heard him laugh knowing he was in full control.
"You get off in the early afternoon. That will give you time to do the
shopping and errands then come over and get all dolled up. You do know
where all the clothes are" he chuckled with a smile. "You'll pick the
place up and get my supper started for when I get home at five. You'll
take my coat at the door and serve me a drink while I read the paper
before supper, all dolled up and in your pretty dress of course and
then you'll serve me dinner and do the dishes." It's going to be four
or five more hours a day for you but it's far better than that little
DVD getting out isn't it Brian? Or maybe I should say 'Brandi'?" He
finished.
My ears were ringing and my heart was in my throat as I moved away down
the quiet hallway and went back to my apartment. I then realized that
tomorrow afternoon I would be starting my new part time job at Carl's
as "Brandi" the lady of the house!
I did as I was told and by the next night I had started in dusting and
cleaning over at Carl's. I had supper in the oven and was just making
him his evening drink when I heard the door open. "Hi honey, I'm home!"
he said with a giggle as he shut the door. "Something in the oven
smells good," he said.
I made my way into the living room with his drink and his evening paper
and took his coat as he looked me over. "What?" I asked as he looked me
over. "I'm dressed like a woman just like you said."
But he looked disappointed. "Well, I see you're in a brassiere under
your sweater and you have makeup on and earrings but I don't care for
the ponytail, or those wedge sandal shoes. And although you found a
pair of ladies pants to wear I'm afraid it just isn't enough Brandi,"
he finished as he took his drink and his paper then moved to the couch.
He noticed I had gotten started in on dusting and vacuuming and he
noticed I had set the table for him as well but it wasn't enough.
"What more do you want!?" I complained.
"I want you looking at least as good as in your little movie," he said.
"No more pants for you, from now on when I get home at night you are to
be wearing a pretty and feminine dress. I want to see petticoats,
seamed stockings, pearl necklaces, earrings and black stiletto heels.
The works. I want more makeup, more perfume and a far more feminine
hairstyle and start wearing those frilly aprons around the house too.
There's some aprons and a couple of wigs fashioned in ladies styles up
in the closet," he finished. "Since you're playing the part of the
housewife when you're here you're going to look like the classic lady
of the house straight from the 1950's! It looks like you've been busy
all afternoon and the place does look better so I'll let it go tonight
but tomorrow, just make sure you're as dolled up as possible when I get
home," he finished. "And a Brandi, tell me when supper is served?" he
said as he turned to his paper and began reading.
"I had to go grocery shopping for you today, then when I got back and
changed into these clothes I had to clean the kitchen, the refrigerator
and the stove and wash dishes so I could prepare your meal. Then I
started dusting, vacuuming and straightening up. It's going to take a
week to get this place back in order just for starters. I can't very
well be swirling around the house in a chiffon dress with pearls and
heels and trying to keep my seams straight at the same time I am doing
all that hard work! And on 6 inch stiletto heels? No way! Besides it
would take an extra hour or more to get all decked out like that!" I
complained.
"Well I can see we have a little attitude problem here," Carl said as
he put his paper aside. "Let's make a deal you know, it's punishment
for you sneaking in here, and, for being a closet sissy! You're
probably just cranky because you are a little tired but you'll get used
to it," he continued. "Now, you will start looking pretty and wearing
pretty dresses every day while you are here, is that understood Brandi?
And since you'll be looking like a pretty little housewife I want you
to soften your voice and start moving and acting more like a lady. I
want you to completely live your dream for the next month," he chuckled
as he went back to his paper.
"But if you want to put up a fuss I guess we can just call off the
whole deal right now. I can stop by the bank and get those copies
tomorrow and drop them off at your office," he said, once again
exerting his authority. "So, what's it going to be? Are you going to be
my little housewife Brandi? My little lady of the house? Or do we end
it right here and now?" He waited.
"Alright, I'll do my best," I said in a quiet tone.
"Tell me, tell me Brandi. I am going to be your housewife, the perfect
little lady of the house. Say it," he ordered.
I felt the humiliation as I composed myself and took a breath. "I...I
am going to be your housewife, the perfect little lady of the house," I
repeated.
"Now that wasn't so hard now was it Brandi dear?" He smiled as he
returned to his paper. "Let me know when supper is ready," he said as
he waved me away.
I then returned to the kitchen. I served his meal and after doing the
dishes I quietly changed clothes then left his apartment as he relaxed
watching the evening news.
Then the second day of my month long ordeal began. "Hi honey, I'm
home," I heard Carl say in a chuckling tone again as I worked in the
kitchen. I then quickly made his drink then minced out into the living
room wiggling and walking like a woman playing the part to the hilt.
"Nice outfit!" he said as I swished into the livingroom in the shiny
rayon house dress complete with nylon chiffon petticoat, beige seamed
hose and those black patent leather pumps with the 6 inch stiletto
heels. He noticed the perfume I was wearing and the heavy makeup and
the pearl necklace and dangle earrings and the feminine styled blonde
wig I was wearing. He noticed my long red nails as I handed him his
martini as well.
"My, my my!" he beamed. "Twirl for me Brandi," he motioned with his
hand. "Let me have a good look," he said. I moved into the living room
then held the skirt and did a turn. He heard the swish and noticed the
shine of the nylons on my smooth hairless legs as I teetered on the
heels. I smiled pleasantly just like a proper housewife and waited for
his response. "Yes, much better! I'll bet you really feel like a lady
now, right Brandi? Yes, so much more feminine and ladylike now," he
said as he took his drink to the couch and began reading the evening
paper. "Let me know when dinner's ready dear"he finished as he looked
around the living room, noticing how much better the place looked and
how the air even smelled fresher now. He seemed satisfied as I then
minced and swished back into the kitchen to get his dinner.
That was the second evening and I was already counting the days. But
soon a week and a half had gone by and I realized that the house was
finally being put back into shape and looked nice and clean like it
used to. But it was a chore! Carl must have been beside himself with
delight at his ability to humiliate me and to have a free live in maid
for a whole month. It was truly a grind, and with the addition of
having to fuss for almost two hours every afternoon getting dressed and
into my feminine character when I got over to Carl's it was almost like
a second full time job!
The heavy breast forms he had me wear pulled at my lower back and the
tight waist cinchers chafed at my tiny waist. But the hardest part was
keeping my hair fixed, my makeup fresh my outfit clean and then
spending the long afternoons walking on those 6 inch stiletto heels!
But somehow I was getting by.
"Hi honey, I'm home!" Came the familiar voice from the living room as I
heard the door open and then close and lock. I then heard the rustling
swish of my dress as I minced into the living room with Carl's drink
then gave him his paper and hung up his coat. It had now become
routine. He made sure to look me over, to make sure I was feminine
enough but then it was back to the kitchen, serve dinner, do the dishes
and after spending another hour changing clothes and scrubbing off the
makeup yet another day was through. Carl's place was now immaculate.
It was soon Friday night of the second week. I had the weekends off at
my regular job but here, as Carl's 'housewife' it was a seven day
ordeal. I had just finished the dishes and put my apron away and was
swishing through the livingroom to go to Carl's bedroom to change and
then shower off the perfume and makeup when he stopped me. He had put
his paper away and was lounging on the couch watching a show as usual
but for some reason this evening he stopped me. "Come on over Brandi,
join me on the couch!" he said with a smile. I told him my feet were
tired and that I just wanted to go home for the night but he continued.
"I don't think that was an offer dear, it was more of an order,
understand?" he said as I stopped and turned. "Come on now, sit down
with me for a while, relax Brandi" he said smiling as he patted the
seat next to him! I quietly minced and wiggled back to the couch then
smoothed my dress and took my seat beside him. He noticed the zipping
sound of my nylons as I crossed my legs and fluffed out my bouffant
skirts. It was Friday and tonight I could tell that Carl was tired from
working all week. I also realized that he'd had four martinis! It
didn't take long until he was looking me over.
"You've really fallen into the role of the proper housewife Brandi, I'm
impressed!" He said as he slid close. "So pretty, so feminine," he said
with a smile as he took in the floral scent of the perfume I was
wearing. He then put his arm around me and pulled me close!
I squirmed away then pulled his arm from around me. "This isn't part of
the deal Carl!" I said angrily in my male voice. It seemed to startle
him a bit since I had been talking softly for the past two weeks it
seemed to anger him.
"You've been doing so well up till now Brandi, don't fall out of
character now, he said. "Or I may have to add another week on to your
sentence," he exclaimed.
"We had a deal!" I said but in a feminine tone once again. "You're
getting your jollies at forcing me to dress up like a 50's housewife
and you're getting a lot of free work done by me cooking and cleaning
for you as your full time servant. Let's just leave it at that. Just
let me do my last two weeks and I'll get out of your life," I finished.
"You just relax Brandi. Before you get into any more trouble,
understand sweetie?" he said as he pulled me towards him on the couch
and put his arm around me once again! He then leaned over and put his
hand on my knee! He felt me squirm and start to pull away. "Just sit
still, I'm not going to hurt you," he said as he began gently working
his hand up and down my smooth nylon stockinged leg. He then began
feeling up under my skirt feeling my legs and the smooth nylon gartered
tightly at the tops of my thighs!
"Mmmmmm, there. I'll bet that feels good doesn't it?" he whispered as
he ran his hand over my legs! I know you like wearing all this soft,
frilly and feminine stuff, I'll bet it's exciting for you, isn't it?"
He whispered as he moved his hand to my tightly tucked and girdled
crotch and began rubbing my tucked mound like I was a girl. I squirmed
again as he began rubbing me. "Mmmmm feels good doesn't it?" he
whispered again. I could sense the excitement in his voice then looked
down to see the hard on that was tenting his pants!
"I...I have to g...go C...Carl!" I gasped as I pulled his hand out from
under my dress and tried to compose myself but there was no stopping
him now!
"I have to g...mmmmmphhh!" I said, my sentence cut short as he pulled
me back to the couch then forcibly kissed me! I could feel my lipstick
smear as he forced his lips to mine then felt him force his tongue into
my mouth in a deep French kiss as he pinned me to the couch. He then
got on top of me and got between my legs and I could feel his hard on
pressing tightly against me! I struggled and managed to pull away
breathless and gasping. "Just a little blow job baby, just a little
blow job. Nobody's going to know," he said now all excited himself.
I struggled and squirmed and managed to pull away. I fell off the couch
onto the floor but managed to quickly struggle to my feet. "I'll finish
the two weeks and then we're through," I said as I turned and started
for the bedroom to change clothes. Luckily Carl seemed to calm down a
bit and stayed on the couch. But he wasn't there for long.
I entered the bedroom flustered and couldn't wait to get out of there
after what had just happened. I took off the belt of the dress and was
reaching behind trying to find the zipper when I heard a voice behind
me. "Here, let me help you with that zipper dear," he said as he
quickly took hold and pulled the long back zipper down! The dress fell
to the floor with a swish. I turned to keep my distance as I stepped
out of the dress.
"Get out of here Carl, I'm changing, then I'm going home," I told him
as I untied then stepped out of the fluffy, white nylon chiffon
petticoat. He looked me over as I stood there in the white, lace
trimmed nylon full slip, his pants still tented by his hard on. He
pulled me close again and as I teetered on the high heels he began
fondling my waist and hips then began rubbing my tightly girdled
behind.
"Just one blow job. You've got me so excited baby, just one blow job.
Nobody will know," he said as I angrily pushed him away.
He returned the anger by grabbing my arm and yanking me towards him
then backhanding me once, and then again! Carl was much larger than I
was and I was stunned by the powerful blows. I felt him shove me back.
I wobbled and stumbled on the high heels then fell with a swish to the
bed. Carl quickly rummaged through the lingerie drawer then quickly
made his way to the bed.
"Teasing little bitch!" he said as he rolled me over onto my stomach.
Before I could react I felt him grab my wrists then realized he was
using nylon stockings to tie my wrists behind my back! I tried to kick
and struggle but he was sitting on top of me and I couldn't get away.
"You don't want to blow me? Is that right baby?" he said as I heard the
zipping swish as he pulled and cinched the nylon stocking tightly
around my wrists. Still dazed I gasped, tried to get my bearings and
tried to struggle away as he held me. Then I felt him yank my wig off!
Taking a hand full of my hair he pulled my neck back causing me to
grimace and then gasp. He then quickly wadded up what looked like a
short nylon half slip and began stuffing my mouth full to keep me
quiet! Once my cheeks were puffed out and my mouth was filled and
brimming with the frothy lingerie I tried pushing the material out but
was caught off guard as I felt the tight nylon stocking being pulled
over my head!
"Oh, no you don't! No you don't! You're going to stay nice and quiet
little bitch!" Carl said as he pulled and worked the nylon stocking
over my head and my face until I could feel the welt was clear down to
the base of my neck. I gasped and "muuummmppphhhed" as I struggled
looking through the filmy sheen of the nylon stocking but Carl only
continued by pulling another nylon tightly over my head! I heard the
swish of the taut fabric as it slid tightly zipping nearly frictionless
over the first one until that one too was all the way over my head. He
then gave the top stocking a sharp zipping pull which pulled my neck
back and made me grunt. The tight fabric pulled my nose into a pug and
forced my eyes into slits. He then quickly knotted the nylon at the top
of my head to keep it tight! I was squirming and struggling as he got
up from the bed a bit out of breath.
"All you had to do was just give me a quick blow job, you could have
been in the shower by now and going home soon but no!" he said. "Since
you don't like giving blow jobs, I guess we'll just have to find
another way!" he said as he went to the bedroom door and shut it. He
then took off his pants and as I watched through the gleaming filmy
nylon hose that was stretched over my face I could only "glub" into the
gag in terror now as I craned my neck and watched as Carl took out a
condom and rolled it down the length of his now throbbing erection. I
watched as he added more lubricant and then really began to squirm and
struggle when he got onto the bed and pulled my full slip up! He found
the waist band of the girdle and after tugging at the tight garment for
a moment he soon had it pulled down my legs and then off. The white
satin panties came next. Dressed in only garter belt, seamed nylon
stockings and those black stiletto heeled pumps below the waist now I
struggled on the bed trying to kick my feet but it was no use. He held
my legs down again then quickly tied my knees together using another
nylon stocking and after cinching them tight he tied another around my
ankles until I was fully immobile.
He didn't waste any time and quickly pulled me off the bed and onto my
knees on the floor. He pushed me forward bending me over the bed then
swished my full slip up over my back then straddled my legs. "Having
fun yet sweetie!?" he said as he slapped my right buttocks hard and
then my left buttocks taking delight in watching me squirm. "Well don't
you worry, we're going to be having plenty of fun in just a minute!" he
said as he grasped his stiff erection and hunched over me. I gasped and
blubbered into the gag struggling but it was no use. I could hear his
excited breathing in my ear as he held me around my waist with one arm
while trying to work himself inside me holding his erection with his
other hand. He taunted me as he steered into me "Little sissy boy likes
to play dress up huh? Likes to play the lady of the house? Well how do
you like it now, huh sissy?" he said as he found the opening and began
pushing harder and harder until I felt myself beginning to stretch! I
gasped and wiggled my hips trying to struggle away but it only drove
him on further. "You feel it don't you bitch? Yeahhh, gonna make you
feel like a lady," he chuckled as he pressed deeper and grimaced
himself as I writhed underneath him.
I squirmed and writhed under him and emitted a muffled gasping shriek
as I felt him stretch me drum tight. He moaned with satisfaction as his
hips sunk forward as he worked his bulbous head inside then continued
pressing into me. He started humping in small stroked sinking deeper
and deeper with each stroke. The pain from the stretching was intense
but there was no escape. Carl continued pressing and stroking into me
until I could feel his dangling ball sack slapping against me and then
pressing tightly against me. I now knew he was all the way inside me!
He then held me and after repositioning himself held me by my hips and
hunched over me than began working his erection in and out, humping me!
"Yeah, mmmmmm, nice and tight little bitch!" He gasped.
I squirmed a bit more but it was hopeless. I could do nothing but wait
till the pain of him stretching and invading me subsided somewhat. He
set up a rhythm now and in the quiet of the bedroom I could hear the
"pat-pat-pat" as his hips slapped into my bottom with each of his
strokes. The motion caused me to rock and the bed to squeak as he
humped me. I looked up with my nylon knob of a head and noticed the
full length mirror on the other side of the bed and how he held me and
hunched over me while he worked himself off. I "glubbed" into the gag
at witnessing the twisted spectacle as I glared through the gleaming
nylon stocking hood stretched tightly over my head to see the
reflection in the mirror.
"Unnnnggghhh!" he gasped as he worked himself to a fever pitch. "Tight
little bitch! Yeah, nice and tight!" He exclaimed. "Mmmmm feels soooooo
good! Maybe I'll just keep you on as my little housewife. Maybe I'll
move you in, start you on female hormones. Yeah, I'll take away all
your male clothes, you'll never wear pants again. Be my little bitch
for good yeah! Turn you from a swishing little sissy into a real lady!"
He taunted enjoying himself as I squirmed in terror under him. Then
finally, when I thought I couldn't take anymore I felt him gasp and
push himself all the way in. He wobbled a bit on his knees then gasped
again and then gave out a long satisfied groan as I felt him twitching,
coming inside of me! "Yeah, yeah, take it baby! Feel like a lady now?"
He taunted again. He then quickly withdrew then continued by jerking
himself. He pushed me down on the bed as he continued. I then felt the
remaining ropes of white sperm as they jetted across my lower back.
Finally, he finished then laid back on the floor.
As soon as he recovered he untied my ankles and knees then undid my
wrists. I pulled the nylon stockings off my head then started working
the half slip out of my mouth as he started dressing. "You can go ahead
and finish dressing Brandi, and I'll see you tomorrow afternoon. Maybe
I'll look around and pick up one of those black satin maid's outfits
for you. Yeah, I'll bet a swishing little sissy like you would really
like that, wouldn't you sissy?" he said as he looked me over. Then he
dressed and left the room.
I was slow to rise and finish undressing. I cleaned up the room then
showered off my makeup then changed back into my street clothes and
quietly left the apartment without saying a word. I managed to survive
the weekend but the next Tuesday night things started in again.
I had worked all day and then prepared supper as usual and once again I
found myself back on the couch. It didn't take long until he was
kissing me deeply and fondling me once again as he held me close. "I
think I'm going to have you start staying over on the weekends Brandi.
We'll get you into some pretty lingerie and you can just spend those
nights with me in the master bedroom from now on," he said.
"I am done here in a week and a half and I am moving away!" I exclaimed
as I pushed him away to distance myself.
But he only continued, "I'm a powerful lawyer and what are you, you
work as a clerk in a lousy hardware store! I've gotten used to the nice
way you keep the house and the nice meals you cook and I like that
feminine look you've gotten so much better at over the past weeks. And
you're so nice and tight baby! No, I think you'll be staying here with
me for a long time to come," he said with a smile as he grabbed me and
held me tight once again. "And don't forget Brandi, I still have those
DVD's in a safe place," he added then continued with a grandiose plan I
had no intention of following through with.
"I think I'll get the paperwork started on you next week and have
everything changed over to show you as a female! Then I'm going to
start you on female hormones! I've been saving a lot of money and I
think a nice new house in a secluded area is in order. You'll sell all
your things move out of your apartment and get rid of all your male
clothes. Then we'll be moving away. And when I am done with you
sweetie, you're going to be Brandi for real! You won't remember what it
was like to be a man named Brian. You won't even remember what it felt
like to wear pants!" He laughed. "You're going to have real titties
soon and then a vagina. Just imagine, you in a frilly nightgown in my
bed with those pretty legs of yours up in the air as I hump you!"
I now knew I was stuck, I had to do something before there was no way
out!
I continued my duties every day and on the week days I spent as much
extra time as I could tearing the house apart looking for any extra
copies of that incriminating DVD that he had on me. I checked under all
the dresser drawers, behind the paintings and picture frames and even
looked for loose spots in the carpeting. I scoured the entire apartment
for another two weeks until I was satisfied no copies remained. And
since I was compliant and feminine now just like Carl had ordered me to
be the threat of using that DVD against me was nearly forgotten.
Then late one Sunday night after Carl had had his way with me and had
fallen fast asleep I took his bank box key off his key ring and hid it.
The next morning I went to the bank and got access to the box. I found
contracts, a few pictures, a small scrap book and a tidy pile of 100
dollar bills as I searched through the box. I then found two DVD's in
little paper envelopes! I took them both and left the bank.
I looked over the DVD's at my apartment and true to his word these were
additional copies of that video he had made of me. I kept up
appearances and continued serving Carl to his satisfaction every night.
I got his key back onto his key ring without him missing it and managed
to search his car from headlights to taillights, under the seats and
carpeting, under the hood and in the trunk and kept up until I was
satisfied I had all the copies of that DVD. Then I set my plan into
action!
Another Friday night soon arrived and it was my turn to spend another
weekend with Carl. After supper and after a few drinks it wasn't long
until he waved me over to the couch. This time I was prepared. I took
the little remote for the camera from behind the back seat cushion and
activated the camera hidden in plain sight on the nearby bookshelf. I
taped the little red "record" light over with black electricians tape
and with the little camera in amongst all the other nick-knacks it went
unnoticed. It wasn't long until he slid close and began pawing me
again. I had spent a lot of time on my look for the day and had on
plenty of makeup to disguise who I really was. It wasn't long until
Carl was all over me rubbing his hard on against me, grinding into me
dry humping me as he pressed me into the couch.
"Let's go to bed baby, I need it, I need it bad," he gasped. I
continued playing the submissive housewife but resisted and whispered
into his ear in a breathy tone. "Do me here. Do me right here on the
couch," I gasped. I kept up squirming under him until he couldn't take
anymore. He pulled me to my knees right on the couch and worked up my
dress and slips then was surprised I only had on a pair panties instead
of the heavy girdle I usually wore. It didn't take long until he had my
lacy nylon panties stripped away and tossed them on the floor. He took
some lubricant from the end table drawer and quickly stripped his pants
down to his knees. As he knelt between my gartered and nyloned legs
with my skirt and slips up over my back he began applying the gel
thickly to his member. He then set the lube aside and moved in!
It was painful to feel him stretching me tight once again but I kept my
legs spread and let him hump into me. It wasn't long until he was
hunching over me thrusting in and out and groaning with pleasure. "Oh
yeah, that's it baby, my little bitch, my tight little bitch!" he
gasped excitedly as his words echoed through the living room and right
into the microphone of the little video recorder that was busy whirring
away on the shelf.
I was certain that the video would show a man humping his lady but I
made sure to position myself so the camera had full view up my skirt
showing that I was indeed a man! He continued to hump me oblivious to
what I was doing as he did me doggy style. "Oh yeah, that's it baby,
that's it!" he said as I could feel his ball sack pull up tight and
felt him swell inside me on the verge of coming.
Then unexpectedly it was my turn. "What ever made you think that I was
your baby?" I said in my most manly voice as I stripped off the
feminine blonde wig to reveal my short brown haired male haircut that
was parted on the side. I looked back at him as he humped, and in his
state he was quiet unable to stop now. "You might like making fun of
sissies, but what's worse, a sissy, or a guy that likes to fuck sissies
in the ass!?" I said loudly as he began twitching deeply inside me then
felt him pull out. I felt several more white ropes of come as they
jetted across my back as Carl groaned with pleasure. "Just imagine, a
man who likes to fuck sissy boys! Isn't that disgusting" Isn't it
Carl?" I giggled. I then got up and hiding the little remote in my hand
I stopped the little recorder.
"What was that all about!?" Carl said angrily. "You better stay in
character, because that's how I like it," he said with authority.
"Anything you say lover" I said as I went to the bedroom to change. I
was stuck for another weekend and since Carl was already spent and
tired out it was easy to finish up once he was asleep.
I quickly made two DVD copies just to be safe then after borrowing
Carl's robe I snuck back to my apartment and hid the disks away in a
safe place where he would never find them. I then returned to his
apartment, straightened the living room and shut the equipment off then
returned to the bedroom. I managed to make it through the weekend and
soon it was Monday once again.
I'd been with Carl for almost two months now and without him knowing I
quietly began moving things out and giving my notice to the landlord
and my boss at the hardware store. I didn't have much so it wasn't long
until my car was packed. It wouldn't be long now until I was far far
away and Carl would be getting his.
The next night after I did the dinner dishes and said goodnight to Carl
I went back to my place and started burning copies of that new DVD. I
started it just as I rounded the couch and sat down. The video clearly
showed Carl and a mildly attractive woman dressed as a vintage
housewife. Since not many women dress that way these days that alone
was enough to keep a viewers interest. I watched as he slid near, and
put his arm around me and began fondling me and continued until he was
swishing my dress up and pulling my lace trimmed white nylon panties
away and tossing them on the floor. He swished my dress and slips up
over my back to reveal my smooth shaven and nyloned and gartered legs
as he finished applying the lubricant to his erection then grasped my
hips and moved in!
I watched him moan with pleasure as he humped into me then I heard my
manly toned words as I pulled off my ladies wig to reveal without a
doubt that Carl, the big important lawyer wasn't fucking a woman after
all but a man only dressed as a woman instead!! The camera picked up my
movement as I turned my bottom towards the lens to reveal my little
hairless and dangling ball sack and manhood swinging in the air between
my hairless, nyloned and gartered legs while Carl thrust into me
gasping with pleasure then finally pulling out to continue jerking off
and then came all over my back!
It was perfect! I looked like a lady then yanked the wig off and spoke
in a disguised but masculine tone to reveal I was really a man. The
makeup I had so carefully applied nearly completely hid the male face
everyone knew as Brian. I knew that nobody would ever know who it
really was that Carl was working over. It would only show that it was
Carl who was the true degenerate.
I spent the evening burning over a dozen copies of the DVD then mailed
all but three to his office partners, his friends and a couple people
that knew him in the apartment. The next day I didn't report to work at
Carl's apartment but I did stop by just long enough to put a disc into
his DVD player with a note that simply read "play me, lover!" The other
two copies went to the local television station and the newspaper. I
dropped them in the mail as I drove out of town.
I found a new apartment quickly and got back to work at a better job
than I'd had before. Then I waited. A few days later the local late
evening news warned the viewers that what they were about to see would
be disturbing as they showed a heavily edited and pixilated version of
the DVD I had made and then a new shot of Carl the upstanding citizen,
the tower of the community as he was being grilled by reporters as he
left the law firm with a cardboard box of his belongings. It was funny,
the contrast at how talkative he had been with me and to see him now
cringing in fear trying to get to his car saying "no comment, no
comment!" While at the same time trying to use his suit coat to hide
his face from the news cameras.