Control

by Sandra Silk

Part 2

 

I was laying among so many pretty things. Silk and chiffon dresses, taffeta petticoats, panties, slips, nightgowns in satin and lace. They seemed to have a life of their own as they slowly wrapped me in their embrace. My penis strained in its silken prison as a taffeta dress slid down my young boyish frame. I shuddered and felt my boiling cum shoot out against my panties and the dress.

"Carl…"

Then I awoke. What a nightmare. I had been forced to dress like a pretty girl all because I couldn't control myself. I reached up to wipe the sleep from my eyes, when the lace of my pink chiffon nightgown brushed against my face.

It hadn't been a dream.

My stepmother Donna and her best friend Barbara had caught me with Barbara's daughter Lisa. I was between her legs kissing her sweet and moist pussy when we were discovered. And now, somehow, they had become convinced that I was merely trying to get in touch with my feminine side. I had, very reluctantly, agreed to dress like a girl for one day and to prove to them that I could control my urges. I knew that I would have to or spend the entire summer dressed in silk and satin.

"Carl, honey, it's time to start our special day," said my step-mother Donna.

We were staying the night at Barbara's and I had been sent to bed with this pink satin babydoll nighty. Between the gown and the chiffon robe and the satin sheets I had spent a very uncomfortable night. My penis was throbbing and I knew that I had to get into the shower.

"Can't we please just forget this, Donna. I promise I will leave your things alone and it will never happen again." I had used her satin slip on a few occasions, filling it with voluminous amounts of hot boy cum.

Donna leaned down, her beautiful breasts nearly slipping the bonds of her satin and lace gown, and stroked my face tenderly. God she was gorgeous.

"No sweetie, that's not what we agreed. You said you could control yourself for one day. So, for one day, you will dress and act like a pretty young girl. Then tomorrow, if you've have no accidents, tomorrow, if you have controled yourself, you will be allowed to wear your boy clothes again. "

How could this be happening?

"If, however, you soil your panties or your dresses or even something as pretty as your little nighty," she said as she smoothed the gown on my chest and sending a shudder through my whole body, "well, then we're all in agreement that you will be required to explore your feminine side for the rest of the summer."

"But," I protested, "I don't have a feminine side."

"Nonsense. All boys have a feminine side. You definitely have a feminine side. Your features are delicate. You have the most beautiful hair and my goodness those eyelashes are just crying out for a bit of mascara. Now let's stop all the talk and get you into the shower. We have a busy day."

The hot water felt great, but I was very cautious with the soap. I knew that if I washed my throbbing penis for more than a few seconds, I would surely cum like crazy. When Donna entered the steamy bathroom I quickly tried to cover myself.

"Carl I want you to use this cream all over your body. We need it as smooth as Lisa's." What had I gotten myself into?

Ten minutes later what little hair I had on my body was slipping down the drain. I was still as hard as a rock and knew that I had to do something. So, I turned the hot water off and ducked back under the shower as ice cold water cascaded down on me and in particular, my stiff problem area. It worked. Shrinkage and a towel and the next thing I knew I was standing in the bedroom.

Lisa and my stepmother were discussing the clothes that lay on the bed. I was instantly relieved. White cotton panties, a pair of low cut denim jeans and what looked like a girl's cotton t-shirt. OK, it was pink, but I was sure that I could contain myself in those. No satin or silk anywhere. I was going to be fine. No problem.

"Carl, if you're ready, I think we can…"

"Hold on," said Barbara as she entered the room. She moved with the natural grace and elegance of a high fashion model. She wore an ivory silk dress that clung to her figure like a dream. It finished three inches above the knee and a frothy slip peeked from underneath. Her makeup was flawless and with her pearls and her 4" black pumps she was simplicity and sex appeal itself. I had always liked Mrs. T, but she was about to change my life.

"He can't wear those. Those might as well be for a boy. If you are going to test his ability to control himself, he has to dress like a girl. A pretty, feminine girl. That was the whole idea behind this."

I was ashen. Please, someone tell her to mind her own business.

"Barbara – you're right. These would be no test at all," said Donna.

Lisa shrugged at me, but I swear I could see a bit of a sly smile cross her face. I still had her to thank for this whole thing. Barbara reached into a drawer and pulled out a pair of light blue silk tap panties and a matching bra and camisole.

"This…this is a good start," said Barbara.

"Oh please, no. I can just wear those," I said pointing to the cotton and jeans.

"No, Carl, these are yours for today. Just keep them fresh and clean and control yourself and all of this will be over by tomorrow," said Barbara as she approached a closet brimming with skirts, blouses and dresses.

She reached in and found a white satin blouse with short sleeves and a dark green chiffon skirt. I knew I was in trouble.

"These will be fine. We can pick up your dress for the evening when we go out," said Donna.

"Evening? Out? What are you talking about?" I cried.

"We are going to a Mindy's wedding tonight. I know you remember that discussion. Well, you will simply have to go as a girl."

'No! Please, you can't be serious. I remember you mentioned something about an old friend getting married, but you can't possibly mean to take me dressed as a girl."

"I do. And you will. And we will have no more talk about it. Now, slip on these panties and Lisa….Lisa do you have a waist cinch, Carl's going to need a bit of shape?"

Suddenly, I was wearing pale blue satin panties and Donna was lacing up a white satin waist cinch with little bows on the hips and at the front. She tugged and tugged til I could barely breath.

Then came a padded bra and the blue silk camisole, smoky stockings which attached to the cinch's garters and then a pink half-slip. This was a nightmare. I could feel myself getting excited again and when Barbara knelt in front of me to finish slipping the garters under my panties she took note of my rapidly growing penis.

"You had better control that missy, or you will be spending a whole lot more time in panties like these." Donna and Lisa laughed as I turned beet red.

As Barbara buttoned the satin blouse in back, I thought about how quickly I was beginning to look like a girl. And a hot girl at that. There I stood in stockings, half-slip, a satin blouse which clearly held pretty breasts underneath as Lisa was slipping up my flirty pleated chiffon skirt. She zipped it up and as I slipped on a pair of strappy sandals, I was terrified. I was starting to look…pretty.

"Now just sit here and let me do something with your face," said Barbara who was clearly enjoying herself. "Lisa never lets me fix her, so this will be fun."

Thirty minutes later I looked in the mirror and every trace of Carl was gone, replaced by the prettiest girl I had ever seen. Her crystal blue eyes were shaded with deep purple eye shadow and dark, dark eyelashes. Her skin was translucent and her lips were pink, wet and impossibly mine. Her black hair held soft curls and framed her face perfectly. The final touch was a long pink ribbon. I squirmed in my chair as I looked into the mirror. The girl that stared back was nothing less than hot. And hard. I was afraid. Very afraid.

I stood up ready for inspection. But the looks on the faces of Donna, Barbara and Lisa told me what I already knew. They liked their handiwork and I had better control myself otherwise I was doomed to spending the entire summer dressed like this.

Donna and Barbara left the room to fix a bit of breakfast leaving Lisa alone with me.

"You look ravishing," said Lisa. I think she really meant it.

"How could you?" I nearly screamed, "how could you tell them I had forced myself on you? Look at the mess you've gotten me into."

"Shhhh…my mother might be listening. I'm sorry. But if mom knew that I let you kiss my pussy she would have grounded me for the whole summer. So…I had to lie. But, you…you look…gorgeous."

"Gorgeous! I'm a boy, for godsake." I turned quickly and my skirt swirled around me, sending a chill down my spine.

Lisa moved quickly, reached up and grabbed my face in her hands and gave me a deep warm kiss.

"Lisa…"

I tried to pull away, but she held me tight and kissed me again. Instantly my penis rose in my panties and began pushing the front of my skirt.

"Wait…please. Lisa. Don't."

"I want to make it up to you," she said, slipping her hand down the front of my blouse and across my skirt as my rapidly growing penis began to throb. "Let me suck it. They're down stairs, they'll never know and then you won't have to worry about it making an appearance later." She kissed me again and then pushed me onto the bed.

'No! No…they'll know. I can't. Please, Lisa…don't."

But Lisa ignored my pleas. She leaned down and slowly raised my skirt and slip, my penis strained against the satin of my panties. I could feel her hot breath on the tip of my penis as her red tinted nails slowly cupped my balls.

"Please. No, please, Lisa, don't. I can't. They'll know. They'll see…stop!"

Two seconds later, my penis was free from its pantied prison and Lisa's hot wet mouth had closed on the tip and was slowly sucking me for all she was worth.

I didn't know what to do. Should I fight her? Try to stop her? Try to get her off me, before I came? Or should I just give in? Let her suck me dry. But what if she spilled some. What if a drop slipped from her pink lips landed on my panties or my slip or my skirt? Donna would know. Barbara would know. I'd be wearing these clothes all summer.

I struggled to free myself. I had to stop her. I couldn't let her make me cum. I tried pushing her, but it was an half-hearted effort. She was so good. So wet and so hot and her fingers caressing my balls were nearly too much.

"Lisa, please no. Please…don't. I can't…please."

She paused, looked up to me with her deep brown eyes and slipped my glistening penis out of her mouth.

"Shhhh….you're going to cum for me…It's my way of saying I'm sorry. Now, shhhh."

And suddenly she resumed her sucking. I could feel the pull of my stockings, the way my chest rose and fell in the satin blouse. I was lost in the moment, until I sensed that I was close. Very close…and then an explosion. Rope after rope of hot cum filled Lisa's mouth. My hips bucked and I gave in and let her have it all. She sucked faster and deeper and then…it was over. I knew that I must have soiled my panties or my dress. I was destined to spend the summer as a girl.

 

More in chapter 3…

  

  

  

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