From alt.sex.stories.tg Tue Jun 11 23:51:38 1996 Path: mordred.cc.jyu.fi!news.csc.fi!news.eunet.fi!EU.net!howland.reston.ans.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!in2.uu.net!news.i-link.net!usenet From: LabRat@i-link.net (Karen Mitchell) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg Subject: Story - Michael.txt Date: Sun, 09 Jun 1996 12:34:27 -0500 Organization: I-Link Lines: 304 Message-ID: Reply-To: LabRat@i-link.net (Karen Mitchell) NNTP-Posting-Host: austin-2-16.i-link.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit 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.