The Joke's on Juliette

by

Juliette Lima

Part 2

Juliette's Journey

 

A lover of play in satin and lace
Finds the course is laid for an endurance race
Now kept confined in lacy things
He learns he's tied to apron strings
A swish of silk a flick of skirts
He makes penance to the one he hurts
Had he but been a truthful lover
He'd have no need to run for cover?

 

Part One—Marla lays down the law.

 

"…some of that champagne punch would be nice. Go on don't just stand there get going."

 

I stood stunned at the changes; my wife had me completely under her thumb, and was taking me deeper tan I ever imagined into a submissive life. I tried to reason first off " Please Marla hasn't this gone too far, I know you must have been upset by the scene last night, I never meant to hurt you, or embarrass you, so I understand your position. But really are you going to make me your maid? Wasn't the spanking and the other…"

"What 'other' are you talking about?"

"The thing you did to me when I was over the barstool, you know, with the dildo, that hurt me and was very humiliating, can't we call this even?"

"Say what it was, say it out loud and be clear and make sure you leave out nothing, remember the "Covert Video" I told you about? Well they put cameras in here some time ago. I have quite a lot of footage of you mincing about in the frilliest of things, so for the video, tell everyone what I did. But be refined, don't use any crude of vulgar expressions, and make it clear what I did."

"You made love to me?"

"No I didn't!"

"You tenderly took me like a woman?"

"I was? You sure squealed like it was a little rougher."

"You sodomized me with a big dildo, taking me like a slut while I squealed." I began to cry, "I was bent over a barstool and you took my virginity and left me locked in this chastity. I thought you were letting the key thaw out, but you put it in the freezer. Please Marla let me off don't…"

"NOT another word! I have the ways and means to put you out of this house. I am furious at what you did; you had so little trust in me you had to sneak around and crossdress. When I could have had a part in the playing, I'm not shocked by your crossdressing, if you like women's clothes I can be very understanding, but I won't have you hiding it from me. And I won't have you promise some other woman to "do anything" to hide the fact from me. I'm glad Dianne got to give you your party, now you have a woman who has you under her thumb who has no attachment to you so you're stuck. As far as I know the key to that thing on you is still in her hands, so no matter what happens you will have only one way out. Do what you're told and do it immediately. Now get out of the men's clothes right now! You are the maid until I promote you, free you or sell you. Understand?"

"I understand"

"WHAT?"

"I understand Marla."

"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?"

"I understand Mistress"

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU WHEN YOU MUMBLE MISSY."

"I UNDERSTAND MISTRESS"

"Good, now get every stitch off and follow me."

 

Part Two Juliette Packs Marla rules the roost

 

I stripped and picked up my clothes, following Marla to the bedroom. She had a new set of bra and panties laid on the bed, but before I could don them I was told to empty my closet and pack all my male clothes into cardboard boxes that were laying collapsed on the floor. All pants went in one box, suits in another, shirts, and underwear, socks and shoes followed. Finally the closet was empty except for the few dresses I owned, and my dresser drawers contained only bras, panties slips and stockings, and all shoes had four-inch heels. When the boxes were filled each was sealed with tape, and marked in red marker "Men's Clothing" and each sub category noted. Marla ordered me to sit on the floor and handed me bright red nail polish. "Now polish each toe and wait for the previous toe to dry before painting the next one. I'm glad Dianne was content with only giving you a manicure, that mean's we can go out and get new nails for you so you have pretty ones." I sat and polished each toe while Marla worked with items in the bathroom. When the last nail was dry I was ordered to do my face while Marla supervised. Upon completion of that task I was allowed to don the panties, which were followed by the matching corset. Gasping for breath I put on the self-stick false breasts and the pretty lace brasserie. Once I had my nylons on my slip and dress followed. And lastly the shoulder length auburn curls and heels completed my attire. "Now we store all of this excess clothing, come along Julie you load up your truck now." In a deep misery I carried each box to my pickup and stowed every one. Marla handed my clutch purse to me and had me carry the ice block to the truck and stow it in a cheap Styrofoam cooler, which was taped shut. "Now Julie go to the hardware store and by two padlocks. Drive to the self storage place by the airport, rent a large enough space to hold the pickup and park it inside use one lock to secure the door and then walk to the park and ride lot and wait at the shelter for me. Understand?"

"Yes Mistress"

"Good I'll call the payphone at the park and ride in one hour and thirty minuets. If you don't answer I'll call every hour 'till you are there, but I will only call once each hour. I won't leave the house until you answer the little quiz I have dreamed up. And I will take my time coming for you so be patient. Now hurry missy, you have chores to complete."

 

Part Three Juliette meets more family and fiends

 

I hurried off and quickly had the locks, but at the storage place I ran into the first obstacle, the lady in the office was my wife's Aunt Cora. Cora had been told to expect me and made me recount all the details from the last night to her and the two dullards in her office. Every detail was repeated at least twice as the crude and cruel women kept interrupting with questions and comments. I even had to show them my panties before Cora allowed me to go store my truck. When I walked back to the gate after locking the storage bay, Cora stopped me and had me leave both keys and my lot key (a magnetic card) in her safe. "You being a silly sissy maid you might lose it, and I want to make sure you have everything safe." With that she pinched my buttock and made me wince from the pain of a pinch on a very tender bottom. The three women cackled in glee at my discomfort. I walked as quickly as the heels allowed and got to the parking lot shelter as the phone finished ringing. I was too late for the first call. It was a chilly day and the dress was not that heavy so I soon was quiet chilled, and to worsen matters I had to relieve my bladder. Now I stood in the middle of a parking lot waiting for a phone to ring with aching feet, chilled to the bone and wanting to pee. To my great horror Dianne drives up, and begins to quiz me about what happened after I got home. I recount the whole tale, up to the storing of my truck, while Dianne sips from a water bottle. As the pain of bladder distension get worse she wickedly pours out the water so I can hear the sound of running water. I am in agony when the phone rings, and barely gets to the phone in time. Marla starts her quiz.

"Hi Julie, did you get the locks?"

"Yes Mistress" Which cause Dianne to hoot "Mistress what a sissy!"

"Who is that I hear?"

"Dianne is here Mistress"

"Is that Dianne who had you mince all over the mall?"

"Yes Mistress"

"Then that is Mistress Dianne, you apologize for being familiar and calling her by her given name"

"Yes Mistress, Mistress Dianne I'm sorry I forgot to be respectful and failed to call you mistress, will you forgive me?"

"Show me your panties, maybe I'll forgive you. But ask permission first." Was all Dianne said?

"Mistress Dianne want's to see my panties Mistress Marla, may I show her? Please?"

"Beg me for permission, make me believe you really want to show those panties to Dianne."

"Please Mistress Marla, let me show Mistress Dianne my panties so she will forgive me for being forward and disrespectful, please Mistress I beg for your permission to show my panties." Dianne has a large water bottle now and is pouring it on the ground making a maddening splashing sound that causes my bladder to ache.

"Have you shown any others your panties Julie?"

"Yes Mistress Aunt Cora and her two coworkers demanded they see my panties."

"So what did they do that makes them exempt from your asking permission?"

"They told me to show or do without the storage bay. I had to obey they in order to obey you. Please mistress let me show my panties."

"You sound like you're in pain Julie, what's the matter?"

"I'm cold, my feet hurt, and I have to pee so bad it hurts. And Mistress Dianne keeps pouring out water, making me have to pee even worse."

"Oh you poor thing, you show your panties without permission and I'll double your punishment. Now beg Mistress Dianne for permission to pee and let me hear you be real submissive, embroider the plea so I know you are trying to please."

"Please Mistress Dianne, may this worthless sissy have your kind permission to void his bladder?"

"No, Juliette I want you more submissive, and you still have to show me your panties." Said Dianne.

"Mistress Marla, Mistress Dianne is demanding to see my panties. Please let me show them. I'll be so very submissive to the both of you. I'll worship your beauty, and lovingly tend to all your needs. Please Mistress Marla she's pouring more water and I hurt, I'm going to wet myself if I don't get permission. Please don't make me wet myself. Please Please" I was sobbing at the last and felt the warm trickle start, and then a torrent flowed drenching my panties and forming a puddle between my feet. I cried and blushed to be so humiliated in this public place. Dianne took the phone from me and shouted into it "Marla your sissy just peed all over himself, you should see his face. He's sobbing and blushing, I'm so glad I had my camcorder set in my car to catch this. I'll bring him to the mall when he finishes his peeing. Here you tell him what he's going to do."

 

Part Four Dianne adds insult to insult

 

I took the phone and listened "Now Julie, take your wet panties off and throw them in the trash can that's the farthest away from the shelter, then go find where Miss Dianne hides from you. Be sure you think carefully, she will not stay in the lot, so look smart. Remember to find Dianne in person and you have to ask her to take you to buy dry panties no matter where you find her. Now slip off the panties when Dianne tells you, give Dianne the phone now."

Dianne chatted with Marla for several more minuets, with her back turned to me, I stood there getting colder and more miserable in my wet panties, finally after agonizing minuets, Dianne turned to me and ordered me out of my panties, just a bus of commuters entered the lot's driveway. Now I had to slip my panties off before the bus got close enough for the riders to see me clearly. I franticly pulled to find Marla had put a safety pin in the waistband of my panties fixing them to my camisole. I franticly felt for the pin and struggled to open it aware of my exposure in back. Dianne began to laugh aloud at my predicament and just as the bus pulled within the lane leading to the shelter I freed the panties and drew them down and off. Dianne told me to head for the trash can all the way across the lot. Then to meet her at the craft megastore a mile away down the approach road to the airport. She then entered her car and left me to walk the hundreds of feet to the trash can with wet panties in my hands. I passed by commuters finding their cars, and cringed at my situation, at the trashcan I dropped in the panties and saw writing on the seat. "Aunt Cora keep my keys, Marla wears the pants, so I wear panties" was on the back. On the front of the panties in very small letters was "check the back of your skirt". I felt behind me and found my skirt and slip tucked up and secured by a ribbon, I pulled on the ribbon and blessedly it let my skirt down in back. Tottering on my heels I made my way to the big craft store and began to search for Dianne. I found her in the middle of several of her guest from the night before. "Mistress Dianne may I speak to you please?" I asked

"The sissy has arrived ladies" Dianne replied. "Go on sissy what are you wanting to waste my time on?"

"Please Mistress Dianne will you take me to buy dry panties?"

"I'm busy and I want to talk to my friends here, go wait outside, sit on the car trunk lid and wait. I'll be along sometime."

"Yes Mistress" I said and left to wait for her. I had to look for Dianne's car in the lot and found it right in front of the door, where I would be on display. Since she owned a small low roadster I was seated on the trunk at the level of a low chair and had to clamp my thighs together to hide my chastity, which clunked on the lid if I moved. The cold metal trunk lid chilled my bottom and added to my discomfort. About an hour later another car pulled into the space behind Dianne and left the headlight on spotlighting me on the hood. Aunt Cora exited her car and was joined by her two clerks. They chatted about my situation, and went on at length about how sorry they were to miss the party the night before. At long last Dianne exited the store with a cart full of purchases which she had me store in the trunk, making me bend over and raise my skirt hem in back. Mona, one of Cora's clerks, flipped up my skirt and pinched my buttock, making me jerk upright and bump my head on the trunk lid. Finally I was allowed to seat myself in the little car, and Dianne drove off with me. I soon began to sob as we drove along back to the big mall we had been to two nights before.

 

Part Five Salon of horrors, more family time follies

 

To my horror she took me to a salon where I was divested of my wig and left to wait. Soon two ladies led me to a room in the back, where I was stripped bare and ordered into a shower and then on to a table. What followed was a total hair removal using a xenon flash, addition of hair extensions, dying of my hair, application of lethal looking nails painted crimson and matching paint on my toe nails. Styling of the new hair and the attachment of prosthetic breasts were next as well as a fresh makeup application and then a new corset, stockings and panties. The ladies led me back out to the waiting area in just the underwear, several women were waiting, among whom were my Mother-in-law, and Marla's two sisters. The women began to interrogate me about my crossdressing, and offered more humiliating explanations of my behavior than were warranted. I tried to be calm but the day had been such an ordeal, I was choking up at every question. Finally Marla arrived and handed me a full slip and a navy blue fitted shirtdress. I was taken to a restaurant nearby where Marla ordered us salads, and began to tell me how things were to change. Since I worked freelance from home I would be the maid for a period of thirty days. I was to wear the chastity until I had done fifteen days of satisfactory work, which meant no demerits in thirty hours. (Thirty hours was used to put my freelance work out of the demerit earning period, Six hours of my work followed by a twenty four hour day, so to get fifteen good days earned I would endure eighteen days and eighteen hours). I was to make a file to keep all my time on the computer. And as an additional task I was to print out ten stories from five different authors on the FictionMania site, I had to find ten story tasks to perform and had to do them with either her and Dianne watching and or her mother and sisters. I had to have five good days accumulated just to start the first task, and two authors I had to include were Deborah Ford, "because she puts her men in the worst situations" and CissyKay who has that Biker story going, and the guy is suffering so much". The last requirement was the worst. I had to post the whole sorry tale on the FictionMania Site, and only do the stunts suggested by the reviewers, each reviewer had to be thanked in an e-mail, and informed when the write-up of the task was written. In stunned silence I listened to Marla as she set down my road to redemption. When back at home I wrote out the previous story and this one. And now must post as required. Oh please be merciful reviewers, choose easy story scenes from Deborah Ford and CissyKay, and please choose three more writers to supply the other scenes. Remember I don't live in a magic world, and Marla has forbidden any surgery. I await your posts don't leave me hanging. If Marla chooses the scenes I may well be dead before the first one is finished. Please be merciful.

 

Now the waiting begins
Let all choose with wicked grins
Two wicked tales from each
Easy humiliations to reach
Pick two from Deborah Ford and CissyKay
Make them as doable a s possible if you play
Three other writers choose and give the two
Tales that will cause Juliette to rue
The day he looked upon the site
Where manic fiction dwells aright

  

  

  

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