Thursday 28 January 2010

Forced Feminization by My Demanding Neighbours

My neighbours were always socialising with the other people on my street. I would see them turn up for dinner parties and drinks gatherings feeling a mixture of envy and fear. While I would love to be like these beautiful, confident people I was not good socially. Shy and awkward, I would stand out if I was to go. Not that I had been invited of course. I smiled and waved to my neighbours but rarely spoke to them and kept a comfortable distance.

It was David that I felt more comfortable with. He was tall and well built with a sophisticated air, but always open and polite enough. But Claudia was a different story. Elegant and feminine in her dress, her manner was assertive and in control and slightly aloof. I saw the way she effortlessly took control of conversations and imagined that, friendly as she was, she was not someone you wanted to get on the wrong side of. She was also, of course, stunning. I find that most powerful women are - they are superior to others and know it.

My comfortable, if cowardly, distance from them both however was not to last. A parcel had been delivered to my house while they were out one morning and now I had to face my fears and take it round to them. I told myself to get a grip. They were only people, all I had to do was to be pleasant to them, hand over their parcel and run back to the safety of my own home! Yet when I saw their car turn into the drive that evening I felt my stomach lurch. What was I so afraid of, I wondered? I didn’t dare even try to think that one through.

Picking up the parcel, I walked over to them and nervously rang the doorbell. Inside I could hear chatting and laughter and for a moment I feared they had company. But then Claudia opened the door and looking straight through I could see only David pouring wine and felt slightly more at ease. I had of course practised what I was going to say in my head. I did of course, stumble over my words as she fixed her beautiful brown eyes on me and smiled. The way that she said thank you to me make me feel like her grateful servant, like it was my duty to do tasks for her somehow. It was an unexpected feeling that only added to my nerves.

“Won’t you join us for a glass of wine?” she said, immediately turning to walk to the kitchen where David was. It was clearly expected that I was going to say yes. I walked in and felt a pang of fear as I closed the door behind me. I was out of my depth already. Claudia put the parcel on the table and I thought I caught a shared look between them. I was too uncertain of myself to dwell on what it might mean.

Glass of wine in front of me, I was now committed to staying. I tried to maintain a cool air of confidence but Claudia talked over the inevitable awkward silences so it was obvious she saw through me. David said little and at first I thought I was imagining the way he stared at me, but it soon became obvious that he had something on his mind - and I was part of it. Eventually Claudia acknowledged him with a knowing smile, before turning to me.

“So, thanks again for dropping off the parcel. I suppose you are wondering what’s inside?” Claudia asked in an uncharacteristically coy manner. “No, no….I hadn’t..” but before I had time to spit out an answer Claudia had begun to tear it open. She pulled out some pink, lacy lingerie and I turned my head away, not wanting to look at such intimate items in front of these relative strangers. Little did I know that it was to get more embarrassing for me. She then pulled out some pink, fluffy handcuffs. Fidgetting in my seat and glowing bright red, I didn’t know where to look or what to say. David and Claudia were cool and calm.

“Have you ever worn handcuffs before?” said Claudia. I attempted a look of nonchalance as I shook my head. “Oooh, what a pity,” said Claudia in a bright and breezy voice, “they’re just your colour too.” She place the handcuffs up against my wrist as if comparing the colour to my exposed skin. “I think secretly he’d probably quite like to try them, don’t you David?” David smiled in the way he had all evening. He knew that my answer was irrelevant, that I was about to allow this to happen anyway. That I was too weak a man to refused how ever much I didn’t want to do it.

Claudia, opened up the handcuffs and placed one my left wrist. The pink covering on it tickled me slightly and because of my heightened senses, I shivered. Claudia, leant in close to me, “ I think he likes it more than he anticipated David. Let’s try him with the other wrist too.” She pulled my hands together and clamped them. I looked at myself from the outside in and felt awash with self-disgust. They were making a laughing stock of me while I went along with it all.

I stood up suddenly. “Well, nice to spend some time with you finally but I really need to be getting on now so I shall get going.” I reached my hands out to Claudia for her to undo the cuffs. She looked a little surprised for a minute, but unfazed. “There’s no rush,” she said quietly but firmly as she stood up and stood beside me. “After all, we’re only just getting to know each other, are we not?” I was just about to insist when David stood up, his chair scraping the floor. He walked over towards me and took Claudia’s place by my side. He was taller than me and his half smile took on a menacing air. There was no threat of violence in his manner. He just let me know that I was to do as I was instructed.

He took my hands and undid the handcuffs, giving me a moment of hope. But immediately that my hands were free, Claudia was stood behind me and removing my jacket and then unbuttoning my shirt. My eyes were wide with fear and David stood with his gaze fixed on me the whole time, letting me know I was to stay put. I was stripped naked and scrutinised. “You’re quite delicate really aren’t you?” said Claudia, “one might even say, feminine.” They both smiled.

Claudia walked round to the parcel again and pulled out a white, silk negligee. “I’d say this was about your size. It‘ll make you look quite sweet, pure” She draped the negligee on the chair next to me. “But first, we need to bring out your true femininity.” She pulled out a white stocking with lacing at the top. With David’s authoritative gaze upon me, I didn’t dare move. Claudia walked over to me, holding the stocking over my cock and letting it gently flick and dangle over me. I flinched at the sensation, not sure if it was out of fear or pleasure. “Feels nice doesn’t it? She said softly, “but you won’t be needing this thing.” She squeezed my cock as she spat out her last word. “Hardly pretty is it?”

She wrapped the stocking around my waist, securing it at the front and leaving some still hanging down at the front. “Open your legs.” I parted my feet slightly and allowed her to pull the rest of the stocking over my cock. She pulled it firmly as it flattened my manhood. As she placed it over my balls and then through my legs I could feel a dull ache as I was bound and covered. Pulling it tighter she tied the stocking at the back, expertly knotting the restraint back up at the waist. The tie pulled into the small of my back as well compressing my cock and balls, which were now practically non existent.

She picked up the negligee from the chair and I compliantly raised my arms to let her dress me. She smoothed down the silk at the front, next to my groin and there was nothing but a flat, feminine shape. David and Claudia looked satisfied with my new look. Claudia tilted her head to one side and looked deep in thought for a moment. There was more she needed to do to me. “Entertain him darling,” she said with a wry smile to David and she left the room. David looked over to where the handcuffs where and back at me. I felt a rush of fear come over me. Somehow, Claudia’s control over me had a feeling of safety, that all would be well as long as I obeyed her commands. David merely wanted to observe my humiliation. He picked up the handcuffs and without so much as thinking I placed my wrists behind my back. He reached around me, standing so close his face was near to mine, and clicked the handcuffs shut.

Claudia walked back into the room. She had in her hand a long, blond wig and what looked to be her make-up box. For a moment I was relieved just to have her back, but then came the realisation of what she was about to do to me. Gesturing to the chair she said, ”take a seat.” I sat down and looked up at her. Smoothing back my hair, she looked at my face as if assessing what needed doing. Then reaching to her make-up she started the final touches of my transformation. I was grateful for the feel of her stroking my skin and touching me as she painted my face. There was a tenderness to her actions but still I dared not disobey her in any way. Unaware of how I looked, the only thing I could see was the end of my eyelashes covered in mascara. She finally pulled out a bright, red lipstick and lightly pulled it across my lips. I could smell and taste it, a smell I’d associated with women for so long but now seemed a natural part of me.

To complete the look, she placed the long blond wig on me and the tickling sensation of the hair about my shoulders made me feel protected somehow, just for a moment. I bent my head down and could hide behind the hair as it fell about my face. But I was not here for my own enjoyment or needs, I was here for theirs. “Stand up,” said Claudia, sharply. “Let’s take a look at you.” Yes,” sniggered David, “give us a twirl.” I stood before them and felt my face flush. I looked down in my shame while also desperately wanting their approval.

“So pretty,” Claudia said as she ran her hands over my buttocks. As she stroked me, the silk moved and shimmered against my body. I was reminded of my cock being bound as there was no sensation of the soft material against my manhood - it wasn’t there. “Now, you be a good girl and get onto your knees,” Claudia instructed me. Without daring to look her in the eye, I dropped to the floor. Standing on front of me, Claudia hitched up her skirt and I could see her long, slim legs adorned in black, stockings. She pulled down her thong and then placed one leg on the chair, her pussy before me. “It takes a girl to know what another girl wants, does it not? Lick my cunt for me.” She pushed her hips towards me and I reached out my tongue, slipping it into the moist slit. She smelt sweet with a faint scent of soap but there was no mistaking the essence of an excited woman. It was my role, may place, to pleasure her and to reward the effort she had put into creating me. She pulled her cunt lips apart as I lapped up her juices and flicked my tongue over her clit.

David walked over to her and cupped her breasts. She turned her head to kiss him passionately and the need to bring her to her climax deepened within me. I pressed my tongue harder against her clit, imagining the feel of it as if it were my own. David held on to her as her orgasm engulfed her and she moaned and cried out with her satisfaction. She pulled away from me and they turned to one another to enjoy their moment, David briefly running his fingers over her wet cunt as she smiled and sighed.

I felt pain in my knees from the hard floor and my slight movement drew their attention back to me. Claudia slowly moved her hand down to David’s cock and I could see that he was now hard. She unzipped him and pulled out his large and proud erection, caressing him lovingly. He strode over to stand in front of me, his large hand at the base of his dick. I looked to Claudia for my next instructions.

“I want you to take his cock, his real man’s cock, in your mouth. I want to see every inch of it slide down your delicate throat and fuck your sweet, cherry red lips.” His other hand now on the back of my head, David placed the tip of his manhood next to my mouth. I’d never even seen a cock this close up before and now I was going to have to suck one off. I opened my mouth and took him in deep. He let out a sigh of satisfaction. It felt surprisingly good; to be giving him so much pleasure made me feel worthy for a moment, his approval a crumb of comfort. I pulled back and saw the trace of my lipstick on his shaft - the mark of my femininity on his hard cock.

I took him into my mouth again and started to quicken my pace as his manhood grew hot and his balls tightened. I wanted to use my hands to help bring him off but the handcuffs were tight and secure behind my back. The pain in my knees and now in my neck was secondary to serving him and giving him what he wanted from me. His hand stroked my long hair and I risked a glance upwards to look at him. His strong stance was masterful even as he drew closer to coming - he was still controlling me. I closed my lips around his dick and worked harder, awaiting his imminent orgasm.

He suddenly grasped the back of my head and thrust his hips forward almost choking me as he pumped his hot load into my mouth. I quickly swallowed the thick cream as he continued to gush the last of his climax down my throat. He enjoyed his moment of power over me as I remained still, his spasming member between my lips. Then, he sighed and pulled out, his spent cock once again before me.

Claudia leaned down to me and cupped my face in her hand to let me know I had done well - they were both gratified. She looked at me in such a way as to let me know that I could stand and as I did the pain in my whole body was so distracting I nearly didn’t realise she was freeing my wrists from the cuffs. She pulled the wig from my head and immediately started to turn her attentions to brushing it and restoring it to a neat condition. Unsure, but wanting to get back to the safety of my own home I started to take off the negligee and reach for my own clothes. I was in a rush to dress while they were apparently not watching and so in my desperation I put my clothes on over my cock bind.

Claudia, with an air of normality turned as if surprised that I was now leaving. “Thank you for dropping the parcel off,” she said with an almost challenging tone in her voice, daring me to admit what had happened between us all. I smiled back and nervously gestured towards the front door.

As I returned to my home I breathed a sigh of relief. But I knew I had yet to confront my image in the mirror and headed straight to look. I stared back at a version of myself - the ruffled hair, the made-up eyes, the red lipstick that was smeared across my used mouth. Along with the shame I felt a pang of pain in my balls. I knew I had to remove the restraint placed on my manhood, to free myself once again. But right now, I didn’t feel man enough to do it.

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