Now that Mary knows Nick’s sissy secret, she’s having great fun dressing him up, but she hasn’t taken him anywhere! When she decides it’s time for a dinner date, Nick has no choice but to come along exactly how Mary wants him- in a dress and heels, while she gropes him every step of the way. Can Nick keep it together long enough to reach dessert?
Warning: this 4400 word erotic short story contains femdom, crossdressing, public sex, play piercing and more! May be too hot to handle!
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Mary starts to dress him, piece by excruciating piece. The padding goes on first. It molds against his hips and chest, giving Nick the illusion of small breasts and curving hips. Next, she takes out soap, a razor and a cloth and shaves his face and legs hairless and baby-smooth. Each stroke of the blade is a caress, each tiny little rasp a kiss.
He’s panting by the time Mary’s finished, and willing his cock not to rise with all his might. It’s not working. Mary gives him another disciplinary smack that makes him jump. “I said no. You just can’t behave tonight, can you?”
She puts the razor away. Next comes a matched pair of underwear, a bra and panties in silky, frilled white lace. Mary slides the panties up Nick’s thighs as he fights not to squirm too desperately. Then she hooks the bra together behind his back.
It’s a small cup size, just enough to accommodate his fake breasts. The soft feel of it is like hands running over him, the deliciously wrong prickle of lace smoothed not quite flat over his thighs.
Nick bites his lip hard as Mary pulls the dress over his head and all of a sudden that whisper-soft touch is everywhere on him, all over his skin, every nerve ending registering soft and smooth and yes. He tastes blood, faintly, and shuts his eyes against the wave of lust that threatens to overwhelm him. His hands are balled up into fists. He doesn’t know if he can take it.
Mary zips up the dress-back, and then steps away to give him an appraising look. She smiles and it’s both gentle and proprietary. “My pretty boy,” she says, and his cock twitches.
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Published January 29, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.