Warning and disclaimer:
This story deals primarily with female domination, forced feminisation, and strong transsexual themes. If this sounds like the kind of material that might offend you then, STOP READING NOW. THIS IS FOR ADULTS ONLY!
All constructive comments, a little criticism if needed, and possibly even warm applause where fitting, is as always welcomed. E-mail: sararever@hotmail.com
N.B. This is the sequel to ‘Emma - Gets Caught’ it may therefore help continuity if you read it prior to starting this one.

 

Emma - Moves Out

by: Sara Rêver Éviellé

 

I emerged from the bathroom with my hair wet and naked except for a white towel wrapped around my waist. Lisa was sat on the edge of my bed with her black lace sheathed legs crossed and her booted foot impatiently waggling.

"You took your time, Emma!" she chastened.

I didn’t argue, but I knew I had been less than ten minutes, getting showered. I was also a little shocked to here her call me Emma again, as I clearly didn’t look at all feminine in my current state of dress.

"Mike will be here soon to collect us, so I suggest I help you get ready, would you like that? I already sorted some things out for you, look!" she said pointing to a pile of clothes on the bed, as she uncrossed her legs and stood up.

I saw immediately that they were more girls clothes, "Lisa, I don’t think I want to go out dressed as a girl!" I protested.

"Richard, what you want is no longer important! What I want and what Emma wants are the only things you need to worry about, okay? And you know deep down inside that this is what Emma wants!"

For a brief moment I was her brother, Richard, yet it felt strange to here her saying my name. I knew of course she was right, I had fantasised for ages about being able to go out dressed as a girl, but I had never had the courage too.

"Now come over here and let’s start getting you ready," Lisa was rummaging through a box of cosmetics. I saw her pull out a bottle of pink nail polish, and I felt myself flush red, as I walked over toward her.

So it was for the next half hour that Lisa fussed over me, first painting my toe and finger nails in a shimmering pink colour, then using curling tongues on my hair to produce some gentle feminine waves, into my otherwise long nondescript hair.

She guided me through applying my own make-up, advising and correcting the few mistakes I made when she had found me the previous night. By the time I had finished I had used far more eyeliner and mascara than I normally had, which made my eyes feel initially very tacky, yet I was quietly pleased with the wide-eyed look it gave.

"You look lovely Emma, just perfect?" Lisa asked as she stood behind me and pulled my hair back over my shoulders, as we both looked at my reflection in the mirror.

I was silently thrilled, I knew I looked good, and far better than any of my previous makeover efforts, yet I still didn’t want Lisa to know.

"Now come over and lets get you dressed," she took my hand and pulled me up.

I was soon wearing a padded out white bra and frilly lacy panties, and a pair of white lacy topped hold up stockings. Over which I wore a pleated mini kilt in a red and black tartan, and a white silk blouse under a pink angora cardigan. The shoes Lisa had picked out were also pink and had high 3" heels, with a buckled ankle strap.

It was amazing Lisa seemed to make so very little of the entire episode of helping to dress her little brother in girls clothes, it was as though it had been something we had shared for years.

To compliment my outfit she placed a string of white pearls around my neck and gave me several thin silver bangles to wear on my right wrist and a girl’s watch on my left.

I looked and felt totally feminine, and I tried in vain to hide my excitement, as a felt a big smile come over my face. I didn’t want to reveal my pleasure to Lisa, but I think I failed.

"My, my doesn’t my brother look a little cutie, now!" Lisa said, bring be instantly back down to earth.

"Don’t you think this skirt is a bit too short?" I asked trying to ease it a little further down my waist.

"No, it suits you after all your legs are great, you should show them off!"

Just at that moment the doorbell rang and Lisa ran to answer it, a few moments later Mike appeared with Lisa wrapped over his arm.

"Looking good, Emma!" he said with a grin on his face.

I blushed I know I did, I tried not too but I was flattered by his reaction. I know I had satisfied him yesterday, and to hear him complimenting me was a huge boost to my unsure ego. He turned to Lisa and kissed her on the cheek and then to my surprise came over to me and did the same, he was appearing to accept me as a girl?

"Come on then girls, let’s get out of here!" Mike added as he turned back toward the door.

We headed back to the front door, and I was surprised to see two suitcases by the door, Mike picked them up.

"Whose are the bags?" I asked

"Ours!" was her simple reply

"Ours? I don’t understand," I was confused.

"Your leaving home for a while Emma, you wont be coming back for some time, its pointless you staying here, Mom and Dad will never understand if they found out. So I have left them a note saying that you have gone away for a while and not too worry." Lisa said, coldly.

"You done what?" I was taken aback.

"Look Mike and I have discussed this and we have decided that it would be the best for you to come and stay with us. That way you can be a girl full time, you can be just who you want to be, isn’t that what you want?"

"But, I cant, we cant, this is crazy!" they both ignored me.

Protesting was a waste of energy, neither Lisa nor Mike seemed to listen, and before I knew it I had been pushed through the front door, and out into the wide world, as Lisa locked the door behind.

The cool morning air instantly enveloped my legs, which were poorly, insulated by the fine nylon stockings I was wearing. Even though Mike was carrying the cases I still found it difficult to keep up with them both, as I struggled to walk in my high heels.

Mike placed the bags in the back of his large 4x4 whilst Lisa opened the back door for me. I was acutely aware that as I stepped up into the car that my skirt rode up my thigh exposing my lace topped stockings. So I quickly slid along the plush leather seats whilst pulling my skirt back down as far as I could.

"That needs practice!" Lisa commented as she slammed the door shut.

Lisa sat with Mike in the front and I looked over my shoulder with some nervousness as my home slowly disappeared from sight. I wondered how long it would be before I saw it again, I had no idea.

Mike put on a CD and the music blared quite loudly out of the sound system, so much so that I could see Lisa and Mike talking but couldn’t hear them, however hard I tried. My curiosity was immense and I was dying to know what they were saying, instead I had to sit quietly at the back and simply wonder, what is was

As I sat I looked down at myself, my manicured hands resting in my lap, my legs tightly shut with my stockings glistening slightly as the sunlight shone through the window. I knew that I looked and felt like feminine but I was very nervous about being out in public, I hated the thought of being taken for a cross dresser.

During the long journey I also made a decision, not to fight Lisa and Mike, whatever they had planned for me I would try to go along with. Then when my opportunity came I would run away as far from them as possible, and return to a normal life.

As we came through the city centre Mike pulled over and Lisa got out of the car, she leaned into the back.

"Mike is going to take you back to our place, I have a few errands to do. Now do as he says and everything will be fine," she slammed the door shut and Mike sped off.

I looked back and saw her walk across the road, she looked fabulous, and her long booted legs and flowing hair made her look like something of a fashion catwalk. She saw me looking and waved, I obediently waved back.

We arrived at Mike’s apartment block, which was converted from some old textile mill. He pointed to the top floor.

"That’s mine up there, the penthouse!"

Mike got the cases and I followed him through the security door, and into a small lift, still struggling in my heels. The lift doors opened straight into his apartment, it was spectacular, and huge.

He took my hand and gave me a guided tour, the huge loft style lounge with a balcony, which looked over the city. Then the kitchen, which was fully fitted out in glistening stainless steel units and appliances, then another living room and a study with a computer. Finally he showed me the bedrooms, four in all, and all with en suite bathrooms.

"This one will be yours!" he said, as he led me in.

It was a lovely room and very, very plush with a huge double bed and a series of closets lining one wall, and a balcony, and it made my own room back home, pale into insignificance.

"It’s fabulous!" I squealed, in glee.

"So why don’t you show just how grateful you are, then?" Mike said as he pulled me close and wrapped me in his big powerful arms.

I could smell his aftershave, he smelled good, and I felt his stubble brushing my face, his hands moved down to my bottom and he was squeezing my bum cheeks. My own arms had instinctively dropped to my side, but I managed to wriggle them free, just as his lips fell onto mine.

His tongue forced my mouth open and he forced it into me, I couldn’t refuse his advances he was far stronger than I was, and besides he appeared to want me, and I liked the feeling, and so I responded, and wrapped my arms up around his neck.

One of his hands was now up under my skirt, and inside the back of my panties, squeezing my left cheek. I wobbled on my heels as my knees began to shake. Mike sensed my capitulation, and pulled away and pushed me back onto the bed.

I fell backwards and raised myself up onto my elbows, with my legs spread wide hanging over the edge of the bed, Mike stood over me, smiling at me. He then dropped down to his knees and placed his hands on my thighs, and slid them up my stockings and under my skirt. His hands went to my panties, and he tugged them down, pulling them all the way down my legs and off my feet.

"You have great legs, Emma, and they look very sexy in stockings!" Mike said, as he ogled me.

He then leaned forward and took hold of my limp cock, and fed it into his mouth, and began sucking on it. I head never felt a sensation like it before, I was in heaven. Slowly my cock began to rise, as Mike continued to suck on it, as it got bigger he rubbed as he sucked, increasing my pleasure. I fell back onto my back, my mind in a whirl of joy and apprehension at what might follow.

I was nervous about shooting into his mouth, was that what he wanted, but I couldn’t hold out much longer. Suddenly he stopped sucking and began to rub me vigorously, as if he had sensed that I was on the brink.

"Stop, I’m going to cum!" I cried out, in an attempt to warn him, but instead of moving away, he took me back into his mouth, and I came almost immediately.

The relief I felt was enormous, but the anticipation of his reaction made me very nervous also, but Mike continued to suck on me, as if he was trying to milk me dry.

Even though my eyes were closed I felt Mike ease himself up, and his hands went up onto my boy chest, as his mouth descended back onto my lips. I could taste myself on him as he began to transfer my juices from his mouth into mine, and I nearly gagged.

He pulled away leaving me with a mouthful of my own cum meanwhile his hands were now under my blouse and on my padded out bra.

"It’s a shame you don’t have real, breasts, Emma!" Mike breathed as I swallowed my own juices, "if you did you would be just about perfect!"

It took me a moment to comprehend what he had said, was Mike gay? But how could he be, already lived with Lisa and she was what most men would describe as the perfect girl. I was confused.

Mike got up and left the room saying no more, and leaving me in a state of semi undress on the bed. I got off the bed and went through to bathroom, and gazed at myself in the mirror.

‘What they hell was I?’ I thought, as I looked upon the dishevelled and effeminised boy, ‘and what had I got myself into?’

My lipstick was smudged and my hair was all over the place, my blouse was unfastened which exposed my white bra. I picked up a glass and poured a glass of water, and drank it down in one, washing the taste from my mouth as I did so.

Then I ran some hot soapy water and washed my now flaccid cock clean, then I stood looking at myself for a few minutes, my mind blank.

Something jolted me out of my daze, and I attempted to make myself decent again. I went back to the bedroom and found my panties and pulled them on, then unzipped my skirt and tucked my refastened blouse in before zipping up the skirt and sliding it into place.

I set off to find Mike, but quickly discovered that the apartment was empty, I tried the elevator, which was a far, as I knew the only means of exit, but for whatever reason the light never came on and the lift never appeared. It must have been deactivated and I was locked in, my only means of escape, barred.

Feeling somewhat deflated, I sat down on the large cream leather sofa and a few tears welled up in my eyes, within seconds I was crying. I was feeling sorry for myself and thinking of how Mom and Dad would worry, when they found out I had ran away.

I cried until I cried myself dry, then sat and considered my options, which seemed so few as to be hardly worth the effort. Whatever was to happen, in the future, it seemed that I would have very little control over it, until I could escape. Then again why would I want to escape, I was living a dream, I was able to be whom I had always dreamed of being, and Mike and Lisa were encouraging me. What more could I want?

I decided to explore a little, I went into the bedroom opposite mine inside the attached bathroom I found an Aladdin’s cave of makeup and quickly borrowed some to repair my makeup. I expertly retouched up my lipstick with a colour, which was very similar and reapplied a little rouge and mascara, then found a brush and straightened, out my hair.

Looking and feeling much more composed I set off to continue my exploration. Back in the bedroom, I opened the closet, and Mike’s clothes. He had several expensive looking suites, and dress shirts, all hung neatly. In the adjoining closet was more of his clothes, this time more casual stuff and laying in the bottom were several pair of shoes in all styles.

On the top shelf was an aluminium briefcase, I lifted it down and tried the latches, and to my surprise they pinged open. I looked inside and was amazed to find a large wad of crisp new money, wrapped in a paper sleeve. I picked the wad up and read the sleeve, and found it to be £5,000 in £50 notes, I flicked through the notes and sure enough, they were all £50’s.

I carefully put it back in the same place and picked out a large brown manila envelope. Inside I found several black and white photographs, I was shocked when I saw the subject matter.

The first showed a girl, in a skin-tight PVC body suit, she was stood up and tied up by her wrists and ankles with arms in the air and spread-eagled. She was wearing a black blindfold, and a gag, but she was blonde. I noticed that on her feet she was wearing towering spike heeled stilettos, which had ankle cuffs and looked to be padlocked into place.

The second, showed the same girl, with her back to the camera, this time she wearing a laced corset, which looked to be constricting her waist considerably. The girl had incredibly long slender legs emphasised by the long black seamed stockings she wore which were attached to the corset with at least four suspenders on each. Once again she had what appeared to be the same spike heeled stilettos with locks around the ankles I estimated the heels to be 5" high at least. She was standing with here legs slightly apart and her arms were in long black over the elbow gloves, with her hands were on her hips.

The third photo was clearly a picture of Lisa she was naked except for a pair of thigh boots. The photo was taken outside, it was dark and it looked like it could have been a country road. Lisa was leaning back over the bonnet of a car, and working a dildo into her pussy.

I looked back at the previous two pictures, and quickly realised that they too could easily be of Lisa too. I was amazed, up until two days ago I thought that my sister was a normal, the past twenty-four hours had proven that to be incorrect, now it appeared she was into other bizarre activities too.

Suddenly I heard the elevator, moving so I quickly put the photos back and closed the case, returning it to back the shelf, and dashed from the room.

Just as I got to the lounge, I heard the sound of Lisa and Mike coming down the hallway. They appeared each carrying several bags.

"Hi, Emma settled in yet?" Lisa said as she passed all the bags to Mike who struggled off with them to the bedroom.

"Yes, I’m getting used to it, it’s a fabulous apartment and my room in great!" I gushed, "where have you been?"

"Silly girl, I would have thought that obvious, I’ve been shopping!"

"What for?"

"Silly girl again! For you who else? You’re going to need so much stuff and you have so little, I’ve been starting your wardrobe! Give me ten minutes to have a rest and I’ll show you what I’ve got, be a dear and make a coffee, for me."

I went through to the kitchen and spent a few minutes whilst the kettle boiled finding the cups, sugar, coffee, milk and a tray. I was soon back, in the lounge carrying a tray with three coffees, and a pot of milk, and a bowl of sugar. I was surprised how I no longer was conscious of my high heels, I didn’t even spill a drop of coffee from the cups.

Mike was back in the lounge and he was rubbing Lisa stockinged feet, her boots had been taken off and were lying by the chair. She had her eyes closed and was running her long red tipped fingers through her long blonde hair, obviously relishing the sensation.

We all sat and had a, what seemed to be a very normal conversation, not once referring to what had gone on yesterday or with Mike and I earlier. It was all very pleasant and civilised, even, dare I say, normal.

After some thirty minutes, Lisa got up and took my hand and led me through to my bedroom. A host of shopping bags and packages festooned the bed.

"They’re all yours, little sister," Lisa said proudly.

I stood for a few moments hardly daring to think of the contents, during all the years of dressing in private, I had never had female clothes to call my own, never mind having them bought for me as a gift. It was like a wonderful Christmas morning.

"Come on Emma, have a look!" Lisa cajoled.

I went over to the bed and picked up the first bag, opened it, and pulled out the contents, inside was a pretty blue dress, and a black skirt.

"Oh these are lovely, Lisa!" I was thrilled as I held the dress up against myself and twirled around like a schoolgirl, but I quickly put it down as I picked up the second bag.

Inside this one was a long black coat, and a clutch bag, I put the coat on, it fitted perfectly.

I then went for another bag, this one was much bulkier, and found two shoeboxes inside. I opened the first and found a pair of spike heeled stilettos almost identical to those I had seen Lisa wearing in the photo’s.

I feigned a look of surprise, "oh! These are, erm, unusual? how will I ever walk in heels like these!"

"With practise, sister dear!" Lisa said, rather coldly.

The other shoebox contained a slightly more conventional pair of boots, albeit they had laces from ankle to knee.

I quickly moved on, opening bag after bag, I found two or three blouse, more skirts and another dress, all very conventional.

The next two bags I opened however contained underwear, masses of it. Panties in all colours and styles, full slips and half slips, suspender belts, bra’s, camisoles, and a finally stockings in all shades and deniers, but not one pair of pantyhose. By the time I had looked at each item and piled them back on the bed, it was one large frothy heap, and all gloriously they were mine. I wondered at the cost, I must have handled upwards of £500 worth of underwear alone.

Yet still there were more unopened bags, it was the next one however, which sent a shiver down my spine when I discovered the contents, a corset, and similar in style to the one Lisa had worn in the photograph.

"Isn’t it fantastic?" she enthused as she saw me handling it.

"Its erm, lovely, do I need a corset though?" I questioned.

"Emma, every girl should try a corset at some stage in her life, you are fortunate to have the opportunity at so young, believe me you will love it!" I decided to push my luck.

"You mean you have a corset too?" I asked snidely knowing the answer, wondering what answer I would get.

"Of yes several!" was the simplistic answer.

In the next bag, I found a case containing every sort of item of make-up a girl could want, together with moisturisers and other toiletries.

There was one bag left, one again what I found inside dismayed me slightly, a maids uniform. It was made from black satin, with white lace ruffs around the arms, neck and under the short flared skirt.

"Am I to be a maid? Or is it a fancy dress party?" I tried to make light of my surprise.

"Mike, has a bit of a thing for uniforms, and I bought this for you to wear as a surprise for him! After it was his money, which paid for all this stuff," she paused for a moment, "you would do that for him, you do like Mike don’t you?"

"Well, yes he’s nice," my turn to pause, "but wouldn’t he prefer a real girl to dress up for him?" I already knew the answer of course, but I needed Lisa to confirm it.

"Mike, is very liberated, in his views toward gender, don’t worry about him!"

I took that as a confirmation!

"By the way I have another surprise for you," she said, reaching for something from the closet, "I don’t use these anymore, not since I started to a supplement!"

From a small plastic case Lisa presented me with two flesh coloured balloons, "a pair of breast enhancers, much better than padding!"

I picked one up and it felt somewhat jelly-like in my hand, it was small about the size of an egg, a gooses egg but more flattened.

"Its erm great!" I said not showing much emotion, but I had secretly wanted something like them for ages, but I still for some reason didn’t want Lisa to know of my true feelings.

"You don’t sound convinced, shall I take them back?"

"No! No! Thank you, I was just a little shocked that’s all!" I figured that she had known my excitement all the time and tried a bluff, but I still fell for it!

"So try them, here let me help!"

Lisa started to undo the blouse buttons, but I took over and soon had it undone. Then I reached into my bra and pulled out the tissue paper padding, and eased the breast enhancers into place. Lisa insisted on jiggling them around a bit more to get them positioned correctly.

I cupped them, in my hands, they felt much more realistic than padding but they were just small lumps, I was not particularly over endowed. Not that I actually had a breast fixation, I have never found huge breasts particularly erotic. As one of my friends at school always said, ‘any more than a handful is a waste!’ but these were less than a handful.

"Hmm maybe you could benefit from a supplement too!" Lisa said after standing back and inspecting me.

"Supplement? What do you mean by supplement?" I questioned.

"I have been taking a herbal hormone supplement for about six months now and I have gone up a ‘B’ to a ‘C’ cup, I’m really pleased with it!" she explained as she cupped her own breasts in her hands.

Suddenly she disappeared into the bathroom, returns a minute later with a glass of water and a bottle of pills.

"Here, take one!" she handed me the glass, then started to take the top of the bottle.

"Erm, no I don’t think that’s a good idea, sis!" as I shook my head in disapproval.

"Come on, now, don’t be a sissy!" she said, with a wry smile, and not avoiding the pun!

My mind raced, and I thought back to my strategy for escape. I needed to give in to her demands, so that she would learn to trust me so that her defences would come down and I could escape! If I took her pills for a few days then nothing much would happen and as soon as I had left, things would soon revert to normal.

"Okay, okay!" I took a pill from her and swallowed it down.

"Just two more!" she said handing me another.

"Is that the normal dosage?" I asked.

"Yes, but I have taken four in the past!" she tried to reassure, and So I took two more of her pills and swilled them down with the rest of the glass of water.

"We’ll try the same dosage for a while and see what happens!" she said as she screwed the cap back on, and took them back to the bathroom.

‘That’s what you think!’ I thought.

Lisa returned almost immediately, "Now Mike and I will be going out tonight so you can have the entire evening to try on your new things and put them away tidily afterward."

For the rest of the afternoon, Mike showed me how to use his computer, although I had used one at school, I needed to familiarise myself with his. Mike was very friendly and sometimes placed his hand around my waist as he showed me things, and I admit that sometimes I played up to his advances a little. Lisa often popped into the study and saw us together but never showed any signs of jealousy or concern over his behaviour.

At about seven o’clock Lisa and Mike went to there room to get ready to go out, whilst I made myself a little meal, beans on toast, for supper. Just before eight Mike appeared he was wearing a pair of black leather trousers and a white vest, which showed off his muscular shoulders and hairy chest, he looked good.

Seconds later Lisa came in looking seductively mysterious she was wearing a fully buttoned up long black coat, which came down to some six inches off the floor. The only thing that was exposed was the black patent leather boots on her feet, which had enormous spiked heels. Her hair had been pulled up and scraped back into a high ponytail, and she had on fairy severe makeup with particularly heavy and dark lipstick. I also noticed that she had painted her fingernails a very dark and glossy colour, either a deep purple or even black.

"We won’t be home until late so don’t wait up!" Lisa said walked behind me and stroked my head as she walked toward the lounge door.

I could smell her perfume, and she smelled equally as seductive as she looked.

Mike winked and smiled at me as he followed her out of the door, with a few moments I heard the elevator arrive and seconds afterward the door closing again, they had left.

I waited a few moments and went to one of the back bedrooms and the watched them both walking across the car park toward a waiting large black Mercedes, which had tinted windows, they quickly climbed in and in moments it sped off.

Sure that they had gone out, I first checked the elevator to see if it had been de-activated again, it had. Knowing that I now had the entire evening alone, I decided try on some of my new belongings.

The very first item I wanted to try was the corset, so I stripped naked and picked it out of the drawer that I had placed it in earlier. The stiffly boned black corset was laced front and back, so I quickly loosened the front set off such that I could step into it and ease it up into position. The eight suspenders were then dangling over my thighs and bottom.

I started to pull the laces tighter one pair of eyes at a time, first top then bottom, such that it would meet in the middle. I breathed in at each tug of the laces, until I was satisfied that it was a tight as I could get it. Finally I tied off the long loose laces around my waist in a small bow.

The feeling of constriction was something I had only previously fantasised about it felt deliciously sexy and heightened my sense of femininity. I went to the mirror and looked at myself, my waist was now much smaller and gave me a far more enhanced female shape I was delighted.

I went back to the chest of drawers to find a pair of stockings, once again I knew what I wanted. I had noticed that in the two dozen or so pairs that Lisa had bought about half of the were described as ‘Full Fashion with Seams and Reinforced Heel’. I had seen them being worn by girls in adult magazines and knew that they looked sexy, but had never seen them in the shops when I had been, surreptitiously looking in the hosiery sections.

The pack I picked out was further labelled as ‘Black with Cuban Heel’, I read the back of the pack, which warned about handling and the danger of snagging. The flat cellophane pack opened easily and I slowly eased them out, still wrapped around a cardboard inner.

I eased the wispy black nylons off the card liner and held them in my hand. They felt very soft and silky, and looked incredibly long I also saw that they were leg shaped. They were quite unlike any other stockings I had seen or felt before.

I gingerly sat down on the bed due to the corset preventing me from bending properly, then took one of the nylons and gathered it up so that I could place my toes straight into the foot of it. I slowly eased the sheer nylon up my leg ensuring that the seam was at the back. The stocking was so long it almost came up to the top of my thigh, so I had to shorten each of the four suspenders in order to keep it taught. I then repeated the exercise with the other stocking.

The nylons felt even better on, than they had felt in my hand. The sensation they provided was wonderful, they almost glided across my smooth skin as I moved, never had I worn a pair of stockings that felt quite so good.

I now had an erection but decided against relieving myself until I had finished dressing. So I found a pair of black panties and pulled them on which helped to control it, and a matching bra followed together with my new breast enhancements.

I was spoiled for choice now in choosing what to wear, but I decided to continue the black theme. I picked silky black slip and a black dress, which had a short flared skirt, with long sleeves but a low cut neckline. I was delighted to find that the dress fitted me perfectly, but I might have struggled into it had I not been wearing the corset.

Then I saw the shoebox, which contained the spike heels, and just had to try them out. I sat down on the bed again, and my corset dug into my hip causing me to wince in pain. I opened the box and took out the shoe, and leaned forward, again in pain to slip it onto my foot, and fiddled with the ankle strap to buckle it on. I noticed on the ankle strap a small metal loop, and thought back to Lisa’s photo, and remembered that her shoes looked to have been locked onto her feet. Then as I picked the second shoe out of the box I noticed two silver padlocks. I buckled my foot into the shoe then impulsively took the locks and threaded them through the metal loop and snapped them shut.

I wobbled up onto my feet and attempted to walk, but the shoes made it very awkward, but they looked and felt very sexy. I stood much taller now, and my legs in their sleek seamed nylons looked long and elegant. I felt very, very decadent and very, very feminine and altogether wonderful!

I slowly made my way through to Lisa and Mikes room again to carry on where I left off with my rummaging around, and immediately went back to the briefcase and the photos.

I took it down from the shelf and sat down on the bed. As I looked at them once more they still astounded me, who would ever have thought that Lisa would have posed for such pictures, little miss studious, teachers pet and mommies little girl, huh!

Then I came to one I hadn’t seen earlier. This one clearly showed Lisa tied to a bed, her eyes had been blindfolded and a gag was in her mouth, but it was clearly Lisa. She was spread-eagled on the bed, with ropes tying her ankles and wrists to the four corners, and once again all she was wearing a black corset, stockings and stiletto heels. There was another person in the picture, another girl whose face I couldn’t see as she had her back to the camera. She was wearing just a pair of hold up stocking and very high heeled stilettos, and a strap on dildo.

I felt myself getting aroused, and pushed my hand down to my groin trying to attempt to abate my excitement.

The final photograph, was Lisa with a pretty girl with dark hair and she was kissing her. It was just a head and shoulders shot but I saw that they were both wearing just a lacy bra each. They were both heavily made up and each looked beautiful, Lisa’s arm was around the other girls neck and the girls hand was resting on it, this time it was her nails which caught my attention. She had fantastically long sexy fingernails painted blood red, they looked terrific, but made me wonder how she coped with tem, as mine being much shorter had taken some getting used too.

I suddenly felt jealous, it was an odd feeling, and I was not sure of exactly what I was feeling jealous about. Was it the sight of Lisa with a girl? Or maybe two gorgeous girls together, and wishing I was one of them?

I put the case back and went back to my room to take off my clothes, it was late and I was tired, it had been a long and eventful day. I sat down on my bed and raised my foot up onto a stool to unbuckle my shoes, then I remembered the lock. I leant across and grabbed the shoebox and looked inside for the key, but look as I might among the pale tissue paper I couldn’t see it.

I began to panic and emptied the contents of the box onto the bed, but still the key was nowhere to be found. I tried to slip the shoe off with the ankle strap still done up but it was no good, it would come off without undoing the lock.

‘Shit! what can I do?’ I thought, a tear came to my eye as I began to dread the situation I was in.

My back was also hurting from the corset so I laid onto the bed a closed my eyes to think for a moment, and the pain slowly went away.

 

 

"Well, well what have we here?" I heard the words and thought it was a dream, but it wasn’t.

My eyes opened, it seemed to have been only moments from since I closed them, but to my horror I saw Lisa and another girl standing by the door.

"It looks like my little sister has been trying on her new clothes," Lisa said as she walked toward me ", and doesn’t she look sweet!"

I tried to sit up but my corset fought against me dug making it difficult and painful, but I eventually made it up onto my feet wobbling on my high heels.

"I, I," I tried to say something but the words wouldn’t come out of my mouth.

"Come and look Tara, come and look at my sister, isn’t her dress pretty," Lisa said as she ran her hand over my waist.

"oh! I do believe she is wearing her corset too!" she added.

The other girl, now came fully into view, and what a view she was. Tara was tall and very slim, and was wearing a floor length black dress, she had jet-black hair and a gothic style makeup she looked like something from a Hammer Horror movie.

She slowly walked over to where Lisa and I stood, and raised her had to touch my face. I recognised the fingernails immediately it was the other girl in the photograph. Her long fingers slid slowly across my left cheek, and down under my jaw, then she placed a finger under chin and dug a long nail into the soft flesh, which forced my head back.

"You’re sister," she said it in a overly pointed tone, "is gorgeous, Lisa, absolutely adorable!"

"Stop your making me jealous!" Lisa said, and Tara turned her attention to her.

I then watched in silence as Tara took Lisa in her arms and kissed her deeply on the lips, Lisa responded by throwing her arms around her. Tara however shrugged them off and as they continued to kiss she unbuckled the belt of the long black coat from around Lisa’s waist. When she had that undone she put her hands up and eased the coat off her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor and my mouth dropped further open.

Lisa was dressed only in a tight waist cincher, which held up her sheer black stockings. The only other thing she wore was a pair of spike heeled over the knee boots, there was no bra or panties, or dress!

‘Had she gone out dressed like that under her coat?’ he wondered, as I remembered just seeing the boots and the coat when she went out earlier.

Tara placed her hands on my sister’s breasts and lifted one up so that she could kiss the nipple.

"My darling, you should never get jealous, you know you are my favourite!" whispered Tara in her ear.

I continued to watch wide eyed as saw Tara’s hand move down to Lisa crotch, one of her long fingernails stoked the moist lips of her pussy, and he heard Lisa moan, in delight. The finger began to probe the inside her and Lisa wobbled on her heels then a second finger entered her.

Tara kissed Lisa as she continued to push her fingers in, she responded by sticking out her tongue for Tara to suck on. Tara then removed her moistened fingers and raised it up to Lisa’s lips for her to taste her own juices, and once again Lisa let out a moan of obvious pleasure.

By now I was having trouble disguising the fact that I had a raging erection and my dress somewhat tented. It was Lisa that noticed me, trying to hide it.

"Look, Tara, I think we have excited my little sister!" Lisa said, as Tara turned to look at me.

"Well in that case perhaps we ought to let her relieve herself!" Tara answered.

"Emma, Tara has given you permission to satisfy yourself!" Lisa spoke to me as though she was giving an instruction.

Although the sight of them had excited me, I didn’t really want to have to masturbate in front of them.

"Erm, no its okay, thank you I don’t want too!" was my pathetic response, but I immediately knew by the look of horror on Lisa’s face that I had not given the correct answer.

"Emma, it wasn’t a request, it was an instruction!" she admonished, it was a familiar tone and I knew what must be done.

Reluctantly I picked up the hem of my skirt and raised it up over my groin, followed by my silky slip. My cock was still stiff, and my panties struggled to keep it concealed. I eased my panties down to release my erection and began to pump it. The relief was immediate, I had been dying to touch myself for the past five minutes, but I didn’t like the idea of being watched, yet as I my strokes increased I got lost in the pleasure and closed my eyes, within a minute I was on the brink.

"Are you going to cum?" Lisa’s words shocked me back into reality.

"Mmm!" I mumbled.

"Use this then!" Lisa handed me a glass tumbler from the side table, "catch it all in it!"

I took the tumbler from her and positioned it over then end of my cock, just as I started to ejaculate. I managed to direct the stream into it, and watched the thick creamy liquid ooze down the side and gather in the bottom. My erection soon began to fall and with it the last of my sperm.

Tara spoke, "now Emma, I think you should drink it all down!"

I looked over to Lisa, in a vain hope that she would show me some pity, but to no avail she simply nodded and smiled.

So I raised the glass and tipped it back, allowing the thick goo to trickle down the glass and onto my lips. I looked at them as they fell into another embrace and opened my lips, and tasted my own cum. I closed my eyes and it took only a few seconds for the contents of the glass to empty into my mouth, and an even shorter time for me to swallow it all down.

Tara and Lisa giggled like two schoolgirls as they enjoyed my total and utter humiliation.

"You may go now Emma!" Lisa said pointing toward the door, and tossing a bunch of keys toward me, "unlock yourself and bring me the keys straight back. Then get yourself cleaned up, you have cum all over your chin."

I took the keys and wobbled up onto my feet and very ungracefully left the room and slowly made it back to my own. I could still hear Tara and Lisa laughing as I unlocked my shoes and kicked them off, with tears running down my cheeks.

What a mess I was in and how would this ordeal end?

 

The End (for now)

 

 

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