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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on Today at 10:33:35 AM »
Chapter 359.
A tall woman in an unflatteringly skimpy red dress – and the inevitable thigh boots – accompanied Connie into the living room.
“Hi Frieda…”
“Hi Bridget. How are you?”
“Fine thanks. Looking forward to meeting our new pageboy… Ah, there you are… Wow! What an amazing little outfit!”
“Tim. This is Bridget. Bridget, Tim.”
“Good afternoon, Miss Bridget…”
“Hi, Tim. Nice to meet yer.” She stared at his shorts. Not rudely, but with genuine admiration. Perhaps there was a bit more to see now than before he started on Frieda’s boots…
“They’re way cool. I mean, I saw the photers of the weddin’… But them yeller ones is sumpin’ else… Let’s have a little selfie, shall we? Sumpin’ ter show me mates…”
She gathered him up on the spot and held up her phone.
“Grab onter me darlin’. Nice big hug…” She pulled him against her, squashing him against her hip. “There we go!” She checked the picture. “Great! Next time some loser asks me out, I’m gonna show ‘im this, and say, “why would I be interested in you, wiv a bf like this?”” And she let out a peal of laughter.
Tim took an instant liking to Bridget. She seemed much warmer than Frieda. She held onto him for a couple of minutes, holding his hand. Her tallness made him feel like a little child with its mother. And when she eventually let him go, she turned him round and gave him a little slap on the bottom, generating, from the collision of hand and latex, a sort of splat sound which made everyone smile.
Tim asked permission to go to the toilet. He left the three women chatting and laughing. On the way he peeped into the second living room. The house was in two parts, one slightly lower than the other, and this room seemed as if it were used for big parties or dinners. It had a high ceiling, even a chandelier. He hurried on. Cleaning Frieda’s boots had definitely had a stimulating effect. He was feeling hot and itchy, and his shorts felt slightly slippery against his skin. In the bathroom he peeled them down and rinsed himself with cold water. That felt better. Then he made his way back. As he was passing the main door, there was another knock. Dutifully he opened it. A woman stood outside. Leather jacket, jeans, and yes, thigh boots. At the end of the path stood a red and black motorbike, at least a five hundred, with a crash helmet on the seat.
“Good afternoon, madam…”
“Oh, hello… Are you Tim?”
“Yes madam.”
“I’m Maxine. Connie’s expecting me.”
“Hi Max!”
Connie had appeared.
“Come in, please. Everyone else is here. You came by bike. How was the drive?”
“Hi Connie. Great. It’s a lovely day for it. Your pageboy is very polite. I can’t remember the last time anyone called me madam. I don’t dress like a madam, do I?”
“Hardly. And that’s a compliment. Come on in and have a drink.”
They made their way to the living room, and everyone exchanged greetings. Bridget proudly showed Maxine the selfie she had taken.
“Oh, cute ! Can I get one? Tim, can I have a selfie too?”
Tim smiled shyly.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Come on, right here. No, cuddle up, like you did with that flirty Bridget. Be careful of her. Babysnatching bitch! Ooh, you smell nice. Nothing quite like the smell of warm, scented latex. There we go… Now, let me see those sexy little hotpants…”
Connie laughed. “You two should get on like a house on fire. Tell him, Maxine. Go on.”
“All right. Well, Tim, sometimes when I go out on my bike, I don’t wear leathers. I wear a black latex catsuit. Heavy leather boots, leather gloves, and lovely, glossy, heavy duty latex. True. You should see the looks I get…”
“Yes,” said Bridget, “’specially when she parks up and goes for a burger or somethin’. Bit of a exhibitionist, our Maxine…”
“She’s just jealous,” returned Maxine, with a mock sneer. “You wait, Bridget. I’ll get you in latex one day. You can have red if you want – your favourite colour, innit?”
“You buy me one like yours, an’ I’ll wear it, darlin’”
“Yeah? Okay, deal! Then I’ll have some fun with you, dear…”
A tall woman in an unflatteringly skimpy red dress – and the inevitable thigh boots – accompanied Connie into the living room.
“Hi Frieda…”
“Hi Bridget. How are you?”
“Fine thanks. Looking forward to meeting our new pageboy… Ah, there you are… Wow! What an amazing little outfit!”
“Tim. This is Bridget. Bridget, Tim.”
“Good afternoon, Miss Bridget…”
“Hi, Tim. Nice to meet yer.” She stared at his shorts. Not rudely, but with genuine admiration. Perhaps there was a bit more to see now than before he started on Frieda’s boots…
“They’re way cool. I mean, I saw the photers of the weddin’… But them yeller ones is sumpin’ else… Let’s have a little selfie, shall we? Sumpin’ ter show me mates…”
She gathered him up on the spot and held up her phone.
“Grab onter me darlin’. Nice big hug…” She pulled him against her, squashing him against her hip. “There we go!” She checked the picture. “Great! Next time some loser asks me out, I’m gonna show ‘im this, and say, “why would I be interested in you, wiv a bf like this?”” And she let out a peal of laughter.
Tim took an instant liking to Bridget. She seemed much warmer than Frieda. She held onto him for a couple of minutes, holding his hand. Her tallness made him feel like a little child with its mother. And when she eventually let him go, she turned him round and gave him a little slap on the bottom, generating, from the collision of hand and latex, a sort of splat sound which made everyone smile.
Tim asked permission to go to the toilet. He left the three women chatting and laughing. On the way he peeped into the second living room. The house was in two parts, one slightly lower than the other, and this room seemed as if it were used for big parties or dinners. It had a high ceiling, even a chandelier. He hurried on. Cleaning Frieda’s boots had definitely had a stimulating effect. He was feeling hot and itchy, and his shorts felt slightly slippery against his skin. In the bathroom he peeled them down and rinsed himself with cold water. That felt better. Then he made his way back. As he was passing the main door, there was another knock. Dutifully he opened it. A woman stood outside. Leather jacket, jeans, and yes, thigh boots. At the end of the path stood a red and black motorbike, at least a five hundred, with a crash helmet on the seat.
“Good afternoon, madam…”
“Oh, hello… Are you Tim?”
“Yes madam.”
“I’m Maxine. Connie’s expecting me.”
“Hi Max!”
Connie had appeared.
“Come in, please. Everyone else is here. You came by bike. How was the drive?”
“Hi Connie. Great. It’s a lovely day for it. Your pageboy is very polite. I can’t remember the last time anyone called me madam. I don’t dress like a madam, do I?”
“Hardly. And that’s a compliment. Come on in and have a drink.”
They made their way to the living room, and everyone exchanged greetings. Bridget proudly showed Maxine the selfie she had taken.
“Oh, cute ! Can I get one? Tim, can I have a selfie too?”
Tim smiled shyly.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Come on, right here. No, cuddle up, like you did with that flirty Bridget. Be careful of her. Babysnatching bitch! Ooh, you smell nice. Nothing quite like the smell of warm, scented latex. There we go… Now, let me see those sexy little hotpants…”
Connie laughed. “You two should get on like a house on fire. Tell him, Maxine. Go on.”
“All right. Well, Tim, sometimes when I go out on my bike, I don’t wear leathers. I wear a black latex catsuit. Heavy leather boots, leather gloves, and lovely, glossy, heavy duty latex. True. You should see the looks I get…”
“Yes,” said Bridget, “’specially when she parks up and goes for a burger or somethin’. Bit of a exhibitionist, our Maxine…”
“She’s just jealous,” returned Maxine, with a mock sneer. “You wait, Bridget. I’ll get you in latex one day. You can have red if you want – your favourite colour, innit?”
“You buy me one like yours, an’ I’ll wear it, darlin’”
“Yeah? Okay, deal! Then I’ll have some fun with you, dear…”
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on Today at 10:26:57 AM »
Chapter 358.
Frieda sat on one of the sofas. Tim, unshackled, stood awkwardly by the wall.
“Well? Come here… Here! Stand there. Yes, right there. Let me look at you…”
She looked him up and down, a calculating smile on her lips. She crossed and recrossed her legs. Tim felt uncomfortably vulnerable, and tried not to look at her where her fish-netted thighs disappeared into those close-fitting leather boots. He clasped his hands protectively in front of him.
“Hands by your sides, boy…”
He complied.
“That’s better. Don’t come over all modest and shy in front of me, will you?”
“N-no, miss…”
“You were flaunting it at that wedding, I heard.”
“Miss, I wasn’t…”
“That’s a whopper.”
“What? He looked down. Frieda laughed out loud. “Not that! What you just said, idiot! No, that’s very far from a whopper.” She smirked. “Though we live in hope…”
Connie had appeared and was sharing the joke.
“The day is young, Frieda. And he’s a big boy, after all. Aren’t you Tim? Maybe you’ll show your appreciation of Frieda’s lovely long boots later.”
“Oh, yes…of course. You’re a boot boy as well, aren’t you? Well, now’s your chance to impress me. Connie darling? Do you by any chance have some leather cream and a soft cloth?”
“Of course, Frieda dear. Coming up…”
So it was that Tim found himself down on his knees, cheeks burning, massaging the soft cream into Frieda’s boots and polishing them to a dull glow. The scent of polish and leather filled his nostrils. He kept his head down, but as he worked he could feel Frieda’s amused gaze. His hands were trembling slightly, and despite biting his lip and struggling to keep his thoughts and his imagination under control, he could feel himself become aroused, though so far it was no more than a slight pressure in the front of his hotpants, a slight tautening of the latex. He gulped. Frieda changed legs, and he began to work on the other boot. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. She must have seen it, because she emitted a little satisfied grunt. If this went of much longer…
But for the second time he was saved by the bell. Or rather the knock. Because although there was a bell next to the big front door, everyone who called always wanted to use the knocker. Perhaps it seemed more in keeping with the venerability of the house. Frieda stood up, without even an “excuse me”, leaving him kneeling there. It was clear she really did regard him as no more than a worthless servant. He didn’t mind. He had rapidly adjusted to the new environment, to his new position, no longer as an important functionary, but a mere servant; no longer an object of interest and admiration, but the butt of jokes, and the provider of coarse amusement.
Frieda sat on one of the sofas. Tim, unshackled, stood awkwardly by the wall.
“Well? Come here… Here! Stand there. Yes, right there. Let me look at you…”
She looked him up and down, a calculating smile on her lips. She crossed and recrossed her legs. Tim felt uncomfortably vulnerable, and tried not to look at her where her fish-netted thighs disappeared into those close-fitting leather boots. He clasped his hands protectively in front of him.
“Hands by your sides, boy…”
He complied.
“That’s better. Don’t come over all modest and shy in front of me, will you?”
“N-no, miss…”
“You were flaunting it at that wedding, I heard.”
“Miss, I wasn’t…”
“That’s a whopper.”
“What? He looked down. Frieda laughed out loud. “Not that! What you just said, idiot! No, that’s very far from a whopper.” She smirked. “Though we live in hope…”
Connie had appeared and was sharing the joke.
“The day is young, Frieda. And he’s a big boy, after all. Aren’t you Tim? Maybe you’ll show your appreciation of Frieda’s lovely long boots later.”
“Oh, yes…of course. You’re a boot boy as well, aren’t you? Well, now’s your chance to impress me. Connie darling? Do you by any chance have some leather cream and a soft cloth?”
“Of course, Frieda dear. Coming up…”
So it was that Tim found himself down on his knees, cheeks burning, massaging the soft cream into Frieda’s boots and polishing them to a dull glow. The scent of polish and leather filled his nostrils. He kept his head down, but as he worked he could feel Frieda’s amused gaze. His hands were trembling slightly, and despite biting his lip and struggling to keep his thoughts and his imagination under control, he could feel himself become aroused, though so far it was no more than a slight pressure in the front of his hotpants, a slight tautening of the latex. He gulped. Frieda changed legs, and he began to work on the other boot. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. She must have seen it, because she emitted a little satisfied grunt. If this went of much longer…
But for the second time he was saved by the bell. Or rather the knock. Because although there was a bell next to the big front door, everyone who called always wanted to use the knocker. Perhaps it seemed more in keeping with the venerability of the house. Frieda stood up, without even an “excuse me”, leaving him kneeling there. It was clear she really did regard him as no more than a worthless servant. He didn’t mind. He had rapidly adjusted to the new environment, to his new position, no longer as an important functionary, but a mere servant; no longer an object of interest and admiration, but the butt of jokes, and the provider of coarse amusement.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on Today at 10:20:20 AM »
Chapter 357.
He felt utterly helpless. He managed sit on the floor, but it was so frustrating and boring to have to stay in that one place. He was also slightly alarmed. A woman who could chain up her pageboy on his first day could have other tricks up her sleeve. He frowned. What had he let himself in for? But it was all down to ESDS, wasn’t it? He had no say in the matter. If things went south… Well, it wasn’t impossible to escape… If he walked straight in one direction he was bound to come to a road. He’d soon discover where he was. But he’d either be severely punished, or get kicked out altogether. The money was important… Vital, really. But if things got too hot…
“You all right there, sweetie? Need anything? Drink? No? Okay. Back in a while…”
He heard her running up the stairs, and after a few minutes the distant drumming of the shower.
Connie Brookshaw was in high spirits. ESDS had excelled themselves this time. They had had fun with those sissy maids, of course. But the thought of a sissy pageboy! Well, such a thing had never entered her mind. And the best part was, that by all accounts it was his own idea! Fancy! He was desperate to show off, too. He really believed he was god’s gift to women. Well, in their case, he was! Exactly that! A gift, a little sexy, obedient present for her and her friends. Just wait till they saw him in the flesh. They’d wet themselves with delight.
The four friends had common interests. She herself, Bridget and Maxine were all divorced, and all had to some extent fleeced their ex’s in their settlements. Frieda had a long-term boyfriend, but he did what he was told. They paid occasional visits to swingers clubs and the like, but what they all enjoyed was relaxing and being waited upon by cute young guys trained as sissy maids. She’d found out about ESDS from her niece Robyn, who was a member at Pitt’s Wood, and who had inveigled herself into the company of certain committee members, and so found out about what Miss Poole got up to with the Egertons. She had also kept Connie updated on everything connected with the boot parlour. The boys’ reaction to Serena’s first session, which had become the gossip of the Centre, was particularly interesting. It was clear the pair of them were deeply into pretty girls, latex, and leather. Serena was happy to relate the experience to anyone who asked – and pretty much everyone did. Their reaction when she appeared in her latex catsuit and thigh boots. How they grovelled at her feet like true submissives, brushing and waxing and polishing as if their lives depended on it. How they tried desperately, but quite unsuccessfully, to conceal their arousal. How she was unable to contain her giggles, but they didn’t even notice. How they were in despair and total frustration when the session came to an end – though according to Ellie, they granted themselves temporary relief as soon as she’d departed. And how Tim later approached Serena, with much trepidation and shyness, to ask whether she’d allow him to take a picture of her in her special outfit “for their records” – to which she agreed. And how said picture later came to be converted into two posters, one for each bedroom wall in the parlour. Based on all this intelligence, Connie decided it was time to explore the pageboy phenomenon. She would have liked to have had the pair of them, but only Tim being available, he was going to be fortunate enough to have all their attention to himself. And to make him feel at home, she had instructed her friends to wear their best thigh-boots for the occasion.
Connie returned at last. It was about one. She went into the kitchen without a word to him. He could hear the sound of bottles being put in the fridge, and something being cut up. After another fifteen or twenty minutes she reappeared. He got to his feet.
“Sorry to leave you hanging around. I had to get a few things ready. Now, let me look at you. I’m sure you’re desperate to get into some of those lovely dresses, but until further notice I want you in hotpants. They do look cute and no mistake.” She placed a proprietorial hand on his flank, as if he were her pet pony. “So smooth and sexy… I can see why all those ladies at the wedding couldn’t keep their hands off you… Yes, I heard all about it from Serena… And I saw the photos.”
Tim blushed, but couldn’t hide a certain smugness.
“Which ones do you like best? The purple ones you wore to the wedding, or these?” She ran her hand over the glossy latex. “I like these, myself…”
“Y-yes, miss… I do too…”
She let her fingers wander. “So smooth and sexy…”
Tim tensed, but at that moment there was a knock at the main door. Connie quickly collected herself.
“Oh! That’ll be Frieda. Stay there.”
As if he had a choice…
Tim heard the door being opened, greetings, and a moment later a tall woman with her blonde hair in braids entered the living room, holding a bottle of wine. She noticed Tim immediately, chained to the wall and looking sheepish. She burst out laughing and strode towards him.
“Hello, Tim! Wow, you’re bigger than I expected, somehow… No wonder Connie has to chain you up…”
“Better safe than sorry, Frieda…”
But Frieda had stopped and was looking at him appraisingly, and shaking her head slowly. “He’s really something, Con… Is he for sale?”
Tim stared at her. Was she serious?
“I’m gonna need to conduct a thorough inspection…”
“Have a seat, darling. I’ll unlock him for you. Coffee?”
“Ooh, yes please…”
He felt utterly helpless. He managed sit on the floor, but it was so frustrating and boring to have to stay in that one place. He was also slightly alarmed. A woman who could chain up her pageboy on his first day could have other tricks up her sleeve. He frowned. What had he let himself in for? But it was all down to ESDS, wasn’t it? He had no say in the matter. If things went south… Well, it wasn’t impossible to escape… If he walked straight in one direction he was bound to come to a road. He’d soon discover where he was. But he’d either be severely punished, or get kicked out altogether. The money was important… Vital, really. But if things got too hot…
“You all right there, sweetie? Need anything? Drink? No? Okay. Back in a while…”
He heard her running up the stairs, and after a few minutes the distant drumming of the shower.
Connie Brookshaw was in high spirits. ESDS had excelled themselves this time. They had had fun with those sissy maids, of course. But the thought of a sissy pageboy! Well, such a thing had never entered her mind. And the best part was, that by all accounts it was his own idea! Fancy! He was desperate to show off, too. He really believed he was god’s gift to women. Well, in their case, he was! Exactly that! A gift, a little sexy, obedient present for her and her friends. Just wait till they saw him in the flesh. They’d wet themselves with delight.
The four friends had common interests. She herself, Bridget and Maxine were all divorced, and all had to some extent fleeced their ex’s in their settlements. Frieda had a long-term boyfriend, but he did what he was told. They paid occasional visits to swingers clubs and the like, but what they all enjoyed was relaxing and being waited upon by cute young guys trained as sissy maids. She’d found out about ESDS from her niece Robyn, who was a member at Pitt’s Wood, and who had inveigled herself into the company of certain committee members, and so found out about what Miss Poole got up to with the Egertons. She had also kept Connie updated on everything connected with the boot parlour. The boys’ reaction to Serena’s first session, which had become the gossip of the Centre, was particularly interesting. It was clear the pair of them were deeply into pretty girls, latex, and leather. Serena was happy to relate the experience to anyone who asked – and pretty much everyone did. Their reaction when she appeared in her latex catsuit and thigh boots. How they grovelled at her feet like true submissives, brushing and waxing and polishing as if their lives depended on it. How they tried desperately, but quite unsuccessfully, to conceal their arousal. How she was unable to contain her giggles, but they didn’t even notice. How they were in despair and total frustration when the session came to an end – though according to Ellie, they granted themselves temporary relief as soon as she’d departed. And how Tim later approached Serena, with much trepidation and shyness, to ask whether she’d allow him to take a picture of her in her special outfit “for their records” – to which she agreed. And how said picture later came to be converted into two posters, one for each bedroom wall in the parlour. Based on all this intelligence, Connie decided it was time to explore the pageboy phenomenon. She would have liked to have had the pair of them, but only Tim being available, he was going to be fortunate enough to have all their attention to himself. And to make him feel at home, she had instructed her friends to wear their best thigh-boots for the occasion.
Connie returned at last. It was about one. She went into the kitchen without a word to him. He could hear the sound of bottles being put in the fridge, and something being cut up. After another fifteen or twenty minutes she reappeared. He got to his feet.
“Sorry to leave you hanging around. I had to get a few things ready. Now, let me look at you. I’m sure you’re desperate to get into some of those lovely dresses, but until further notice I want you in hotpants. They do look cute and no mistake.” She placed a proprietorial hand on his flank, as if he were her pet pony. “So smooth and sexy… I can see why all those ladies at the wedding couldn’t keep their hands off you… Yes, I heard all about it from Serena… And I saw the photos.”
Tim blushed, but couldn’t hide a certain smugness.
“Which ones do you like best? The purple ones you wore to the wedding, or these?” She ran her hand over the glossy latex. “I like these, myself…”
“Y-yes, miss… I do too…”
She let her fingers wander. “So smooth and sexy…”
Tim tensed, but at that moment there was a knock at the main door. Connie quickly collected herself.
“Oh! That’ll be Frieda. Stay there.”
As if he had a choice…
Tim heard the door being opened, greetings, and a moment later a tall woman with her blonde hair in braids entered the living room, holding a bottle of wine. She noticed Tim immediately, chained to the wall and looking sheepish. She burst out laughing and strode towards him.
“Hello, Tim! Wow, you’re bigger than I expected, somehow… No wonder Connie has to chain you up…”
“Better safe than sorry, Frieda…”
But Frieda had stopped and was looking at him appraisingly, and shaking her head slowly. “He’s really something, Con… Is he for sale?”
Tim stared at her. Was she serious?
“I’m gonna need to conduct a thorough inspection…”
“Have a seat, darling. I’ll unlock him for you. Coffee?”
“Ooh, yes please…”
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Failed and Faulty
« Last post by antonia on Today at 09:52:23 AM »
Sorry for the delays but exceptionally busy at the moment!
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Failed and Faulty
« Last post by Baby Mac on Today at 09:09:39 AM »
Great to see you back and where you are taking the story. It looks like he's discovering his prison and i love that she's using hypnosis. I hope it gets darker where he has to escape and fight back but she has all the cards. Thanks for returning!
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Failed and Faulty
« Last post by antonia on Today at 03:06:50 AM »
Chapter 5
At some time during the night he was fed a bottle of milk and he felt himself drifting down a deep hole from which there seemed no escape. His dreams were full of vivid pictures of children of all ages being put in nappies by their nannies, their mummies and even their siblings. They all seemed carefree and happy.
He awoke, the room was in darkness and he had no idea what time of day it was. His brain felt scrambled, full of daft thoughts about being a baby again. Slowly, his dream wafted away and the real nightmare of his life rushed back. He was securely pinned to his cot by a leather harness that jingled whenever he moved. His mouth was filled with a large baby’s dummy that he seemed to be enjoying. Worse than that he was swaddled in a nappy that was wet and uncomfortable. He went to tackle the straps that restrained him and realised that his hands were disabled by fiendish mittens that prevented him from undoing anything.
Andy tried to piece together the muddle that he was trapped in. He spat out his dummy and tried to gnaw through the straps that restrained his mittens. Amazingly one strap came away quite easily and in no time he had freed his hand. He then freed his other hand and finally was out of his baby harness. He felt weak, so unbelievably weak.
Off came the straps securing his feet and with some careful fiddling around in the dark, he managed to lower the cot rail. He stealthily got out of the cot and gently made his way to the blackouts that were fitted to the nursery window. It must have been about midday judging by the position of the sun. He ripped at the snaps between his legs of the onesie and wriggled the terry nappies and plastic pants down his legs in one piece. They were sodden. There was no time to hang around and he picked up a pair of thick terry training pants and put them on. He shook some baby powder into them to cover the smell of his wetting. The pink onesie joined the pile on the floor. He opened the wardrobe, it was full of baby dresses in his size. He undid his bib and added it to the heap. He looked through the drawers, but there was nothing to wear that he could be seen in outside of the house.
There were nappies and more nappies and so many different plastic pants but nothing to escape in. In the bathroom he found towels, a babyish robe with a hood that he put on in the absence of anything better. He went back into the nursery and tried the door, it was not locked! He felt almost a jolt of pure joy. The house was quiet, where could Olivia be? What day was it and how long had he been locked up?
He found her bedroom, where her bed was made and all was neat and tidy. He looked for his clothes, but there was nothing. He helped himself to a set of her joggers which fit him quite well and found a T-shirt that wasn’t too girly. He thanked the saints that he was of a small build. He found no shoes.
Slowly he crept downstairs to look for his stuff, then to his horror he saw a large plastic bag that contained all his clothes that had been slashed and ripped. His shoes had been sawn in half, he was dumbfounded. There was nothing to be salvaged and nothing he could use. He searched for his keys, wallet, mobile phone and purse but there was nothing, not a trace. There were no cars in the street, on the driveway or in the integral garage. What had she done with his car?
The house had no telephone, like most modern people she relied on her mobile. Her computer was useless to him as it was password protected. The front door was locked as was the back door, all the windows were secured and he could not see an obvious route of escape.
His feeling of despair was not helped by a wave of warm wetness filling his training pants. She had rendered him incontinent and he was wetting his pants like a toddler. He clutched himself in an attempt to slow the flow, but it was too late. He felt the legs of the joggers slowly get wetter and wetter as his pee ran down each leg. He ran to the kitchen to save her carpets. He stopped in amazement, there were baby clothes and nappies all over the room, at least a dozen freshly laundered and dried nappies on the table. A laundry basket full of wet nappies that had recently come out of the washing machine and more than a dozen pairs of plastic pants piled neatly on a chair. Nappy pins were linked together like a bracelet.
In the sink were half a dozen baby bottles, washed and draining. On a work surface were bottles of pills, lots of them, enough to put down an army. He scanned the labels and was confounded by what he saw. On the wall was a television, which he turned on. It was the lunch time news. He saw the date, no it was impossible, he had been there over six weeks.
He took off the joggers and pants, picked up two nappies, some pins and plastic pants and put himself back in the protection he now needed so badly. He did not notice the CCTV camera follow him round the kitchen as he sorted himself out.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Mr Macho's days are over.
« Last post by Nappysteve on June 06, 2026, 09:00:38 AM »
Like u love this story of Mr. Macho. The thick Nappies, Plastic Pants Terry Nappies, etc. He is so lucky. I am in UK. Steve 077 140 34435
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on June 05, 2026, 05:24:20 AM »
Chapter 356.
Tim was desperate to make amends. He put away all his outfits and dresses – including a couple he hadn’t seen before – the came downstairs and took Mrs Brookshaw’s cup and washed and dried it, cleaned the sticky counter, and wiped the sauce bottle and put it away.
“When you’ve cleaned the kitchen you can go to the laundry room. Take the clothes out of the washing machine and put them all in the dryer. Fold mine neatly onto the shelves when you’re done, and then iron your shirt and bring it to me.”
“Yes, miss.”
It was nearly twelve when he reappeared before his mistress holding his clean, ironed shirt. She held it up, and nodded approvingly.
“Hmm. Looks like there’s one thing you can do without making mistakes. Maybe I should train you up as my laundry maid. All right. You need to shower before my friends arrive. Stand still so I can unlock your collar.” She unlocked it and took it off. “Remember that. Any time I want to I can put that back on, attach a leash, and you’ll be my little pet. If you’re lucky, I might even take you out for a walk around town. Would you like that?” She smiled mischievously.
Tim shook his head.
“Don’t think I wouldn’t. I’ve done it before with a trainee. Silly boy cried the whole time.”
Tim believed it.
“Right. Now you can use the bathroom downstairs. Put all your clothes outside. I’m going to wash you shorts, find you some nice clean socks, and, oh, I’ve got some prettier gloves for you. You need to look your best today.”
“Thank you, miss. I’m really sorry…”
“And stop apologising. I’m still considering how I shall punish you. I’ll discuss it with my friends later. Apologies are not going to make any difference. Off you go, then. Take your time, and use plenty of that lovely rose-scented shower gel. I want you smelling nice. Call me when you’re done.”
She collected his clothes from outside the bathroom door. His shoes and cap she left with his shirt in the living room. The pink top and his socks she dumped in the laundry. She went to his room and found clean white socks, then to another bed room and took a new pair of latex gloves from a drawer. These had pink bows at the wrists. She brought them downstairs, then attended to his shorts. She went back to the laundry room, washed them in water, then in water and rubber-shine, so they’d be nice and glossy. Once they were dry, she turned them inside out and lay them flat on the counter. Then she took a small pink spray-can from the cupboard and sprayed the front thoroughly. The fine spray glistened on the latex for a minute or two, then faded slowly as it dried. She gave it a second spray, and once that had dried too she carefully turned his shorts back the right way. She looked at the small can and smiled. Beneath the name “Rose-Stim” was a depiction of a rose, standing erect with petals succulent and bristling. “How appropriate,” she murmured, “even has his name on the can…”
Her phone was ringing. She carried the shorts, gloves and socks back to the living room, and picked it up.
“Frieda…hi… Yes, he’s here. Just having a shower. It’s going well…” She laughed. “A little accident with a bottle of chocolate sauce…yes…I’ll tell you about it later. But listen…” She lowered her voice. “You won’t be disappointed. I’ve had a preview, actually. An opportunity presented itself and I took full advantage… Very nice. Couldn’t ask for more. And you’ve seen the piccies. Yes, he is. But so sweet with it! Eager to please. Like a little kid… Yes, I used the stuff. It says it may take an hour or two to work… “activated by body temperature”. Come a bit early? Course you can. One-thirty’s fine. He’ll be ready. Okay… See you!”
“Miss…? I’m done…”
“Coming, darling.” She walked to the bathroom. Tim was hiding behind the door, naked. Mrs Brookshaw came up close.
“Ooh, you smell gorgeous. Here’s your shorts. Pop them on and come to the living room, and I’ll help you with the rest…”
Mrs Brookshaw was being so nice as she helped him into his clothes that he began to forget her earlier strictness.
“Now, Tim, you won’t need your belt purse, because you’ll be wearing you nice new gloves the whole time. Do you like them? They have pink bows to match your bow-tie. Here, sit down and let me help you with your socks and shoes…”
She was being so solicitous that poor Tim actually felt guilty about his behaviour earlier, and resolved to be the best boy he could possibly be from now on…
“Miss…” He was about to apologise again, but stopped himself just in time.
“Yes, Tim?”
“I, er… I’m really grateful for your taking me on… I’m going to be a good boy from now on, and I’ll wait on your friends very nicely, and do everything I’m told…”
“Oh, thank you, Tim. That’s so sweet of you. I think they’re going to like you, and I’m sure they’re going to love your pageboy look. Don’t you agree?”
“Oh, I hope so!” he said, excitedly. “Everyone at the wedding thought it was really smart. And my new yellow…er, hotpants are really cool. They’re so glossy now…”
“Yes, I gave them a little shine. Well, you have my full permission to show off a little in your outfit. All three of my friends really appreciate fashion. In fact, I’d like a snap of you right now, for my mantlepiece. Come here and stand by the wall. Turn that way a bit…now look at me over your shoulder…perfect!”
Tim felt happy and relaxed.
“Miss? How many of your friends are coming?”
“Three. Frieda, Bridget and Maxine. And Robyn said she’d pop in later.”
“Oh… Okay… Is there anything I can do, miss? Shall I get some glasses out?
“No, Tim, you don’t need to do anything. In fact, all I want is for you not to get into any more scrapes before they arrive. So…”
She opened a drawer in a sideboard and took out something pink, and a length of silver chain.
“Come over here, please. Stand by this wall ring.”
Tim looked at the ring, not understanding. She knelt down, buckled and locked a pink leather cuff around his ankle, and attached it to the ring with the chain. She stood up.
“There! That should keep you out of mischief for an hour or so, while I go and shower. Behave, won’t you?”
She winked, and left. Tim could only stand there, surprised and a little confused.
Tim was desperate to make amends. He put away all his outfits and dresses – including a couple he hadn’t seen before – the came downstairs and took Mrs Brookshaw’s cup and washed and dried it, cleaned the sticky counter, and wiped the sauce bottle and put it away.
“When you’ve cleaned the kitchen you can go to the laundry room. Take the clothes out of the washing machine and put them all in the dryer. Fold mine neatly onto the shelves when you’re done, and then iron your shirt and bring it to me.”
“Yes, miss.”
It was nearly twelve when he reappeared before his mistress holding his clean, ironed shirt. She held it up, and nodded approvingly.
“Hmm. Looks like there’s one thing you can do without making mistakes. Maybe I should train you up as my laundry maid. All right. You need to shower before my friends arrive. Stand still so I can unlock your collar.” She unlocked it and took it off. “Remember that. Any time I want to I can put that back on, attach a leash, and you’ll be my little pet. If you’re lucky, I might even take you out for a walk around town. Would you like that?” She smiled mischievously.
Tim shook his head.
“Don’t think I wouldn’t. I’ve done it before with a trainee. Silly boy cried the whole time.”
Tim believed it.
“Right. Now you can use the bathroom downstairs. Put all your clothes outside. I’m going to wash you shorts, find you some nice clean socks, and, oh, I’ve got some prettier gloves for you. You need to look your best today.”
“Thank you, miss. I’m really sorry…”
“And stop apologising. I’m still considering how I shall punish you. I’ll discuss it with my friends later. Apologies are not going to make any difference. Off you go, then. Take your time, and use plenty of that lovely rose-scented shower gel. I want you smelling nice. Call me when you’re done.”
She collected his clothes from outside the bathroom door. His shoes and cap she left with his shirt in the living room. The pink top and his socks she dumped in the laundry. She went to his room and found clean white socks, then to another bed room and took a new pair of latex gloves from a drawer. These had pink bows at the wrists. She brought them downstairs, then attended to his shorts. She went back to the laundry room, washed them in water, then in water and rubber-shine, so they’d be nice and glossy. Once they were dry, she turned them inside out and lay them flat on the counter. Then she took a small pink spray-can from the cupboard and sprayed the front thoroughly. The fine spray glistened on the latex for a minute or two, then faded slowly as it dried. She gave it a second spray, and once that had dried too she carefully turned his shorts back the right way. She looked at the small can and smiled. Beneath the name “Rose-Stim” was a depiction of a rose, standing erect with petals succulent and bristling. “How appropriate,” she murmured, “even has his name on the can…”
Her phone was ringing. She carried the shorts, gloves and socks back to the living room, and picked it up.
“Frieda…hi… Yes, he’s here. Just having a shower. It’s going well…” She laughed. “A little accident with a bottle of chocolate sauce…yes…I’ll tell you about it later. But listen…” She lowered her voice. “You won’t be disappointed. I’ve had a preview, actually. An opportunity presented itself and I took full advantage… Very nice. Couldn’t ask for more. And you’ve seen the piccies. Yes, he is. But so sweet with it! Eager to please. Like a little kid… Yes, I used the stuff. It says it may take an hour or two to work… “activated by body temperature”. Come a bit early? Course you can. One-thirty’s fine. He’ll be ready. Okay… See you!”
“Miss…? I’m done…”
“Coming, darling.” She walked to the bathroom. Tim was hiding behind the door, naked. Mrs Brookshaw came up close.
“Ooh, you smell gorgeous. Here’s your shorts. Pop them on and come to the living room, and I’ll help you with the rest…”
Mrs Brookshaw was being so nice as she helped him into his clothes that he began to forget her earlier strictness.
“Now, Tim, you won’t need your belt purse, because you’ll be wearing you nice new gloves the whole time. Do you like them? They have pink bows to match your bow-tie. Here, sit down and let me help you with your socks and shoes…”
She was being so solicitous that poor Tim actually felt guilty about his behaviour earlier, and resolved to be the best boy he could possibly be from now on…
“Miss…” He was about to apologise again, but stopped himself just in time.
“Yes, Tim?”
“I, er… I’m really grateful for your taking me on… I’m going to be a good boy from now on, and I’ll wait on your friends very nicely, and do everything I’m told…”
“Oh, thank you, Tim. That’s so sweet of you. I think they’re going to like you, and I’m sure they’re going to love your pageboy look. Don’t you agree?”
“Oh, I hope so!” he said, excitedly. “Everyone at the wedding thought it was really smart. And my new yellow…er, hotpants are really cool. They’re so glossy now…”
“Yes, I gave them a little shine. Well, you have my full permission to show off a little in your outfit. All three of my friends really appreciate fashion. In fact, I’d like a snap of you right now, for my mantlepiece. Come here and stand by the wall. Turn that way a bit…now look at me over your shoulder…perfect!”
Tim felt happy and relaxed.
“Miss? How many of your friends are coming?”
“Three. Frieda, Bridget and Maxine. And Robyn said she’d pop in later.”
“Oh… Okay… Is there anything I can do, miss? Shall I get some glasses out?
“No, Tim, you don’t need to do anything. In fact, all I want is for you not to get into any more scrapes before they arrive. So…”
She opened a drawer in a sideboard and took out something pink, and a length of silver chain.
“Come over here, please. Stand by this wall ring.”
Tim looked at the ring, not understanding. She knelt down, buckled and locked a pink leather cuff around his ankle, and attached it to the ring with the chain. She stood up.
“There! That should keep you out of mischief for an hour or so, while I go and shower. Behave, won’t you?”
She winked, and left. Tim could only stand there, surprised and a little confused.
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Active Sissy Stories / Terry's new school
« Last post by Jamespir on June 04, 2026, 08:15:16 PM »
I will have another part for the birthday party soon but in between have this story
“Well you see the thing is Mrs Robinson here at St Heathers we take ages five to nine here and usually girls .I know Mrs Robinson replied but we’ve tried everything to get Terry back into education .Yes my name is Terry and the adults are having a conversation about me I’m 16 though you wouldn’t have guessed by the little blue party dress I was wearing and the frilly petticoats panties and Mary Jane shoes
6 weeks ago My mother started treating me like a 6 year old girl after I was expelled from college and humiliated my cousin . I had been expelled from every High school too within our catchment area mummy said this was my only hope to get the qualifications I should have got
Have you tried St Barnaby’s Mrs Turner the head teacher said they take boys such as Terry . Yes Mrs Robinson replied but once they found out about his bed wetting they said they couldn’t take him as they would require all pupils to be potty trained
The same rules we have here Mrs Turner said Mrs Robison got up to leave and went to grab terry’s hand as she always did when they were out terry found it utterly humiliating but his mother would tell him 6 year old girls couldn’t be trusted not to run off
Sorry to waste your time Mrs turner Terry’s mother said . Wait Mrs Turner said I did not say we wouldn’t take him .However as Terry isn’t fully Potty trained he wont be joining the juniors .Thank you Terry’s mother replied . Say thank you to the nice lady terry she said as if she was speaking to a toddler . Terry meekly said thank you mrs turner
Well terry mrs turner said You'll have to start in early years we cant have you getting special treatments ,Here's a list of the uniform terry will be expected to wear Mrs Robinson read it out school tunic , white vest , nappies , and the school pink plastic pants
Terry can start on Monday at 8 o clock please make sure he's dressed appropriately and has any sippy cups or baby bottles he needs with him
We will provide food and formula as needed also can you pack any extra changes
Mum please terry squeaked I don’t want to wear nappies to school
You aren’t going to school terry you'll be going to infants . terry started crying ..i better get this little one home he's had a long day
She took terry and put him in the back of the car and strapped him into the car seat as mother would do for any child
The car had child locks added so terry couldn’t get out she gave him his toy rabbit hed been told to carry everywhere
During the car drive home terry tried to plead with his mother about having to go to infants in nappies I don’t need them mummy he said . Terry she shouted you do as mummy say or I will stop this car take your Knickers down and spank you on the side of the road . You got yourself expelled from every school, and college this is the last option But I want to be a boy not a 6 year old girl .. well then she replied you shouldn’t have teased and humiliated you cousin Andrea . about her dresses and stuff but you don’t have to worry about being 6 years old cause Monday you are joining a class full off two and three year olds
No mummy
Terry this is the last time
Terry sobbed into his teddy he hated wearing nappies at night and now he was being forced to wear them in the day too
When they got home terry was still crying . I think my little lady needs her bath and beddy byes she took him by the hand up stairs sipped of the dress terry was stood wearing a pink vest and white frilly panties she took these off and helped him into the bath she washed him all over the said right time to get you ready for bed Terry hated this cause hed be pinned into extra thick nappies and plastic pants which made him feel very hot she placed a my little pony nightie over his head then tucked him into bed night terry she said will mummy' little girl wake up dry in the morning if you do you can wear your panties out shopping but ill take you u in nappies if you don’t
When the morning rose terry was soaked he knew his fate was sealed
He heard his mother downstairs but he knew better to leave the bed until she came in to wake him
Terry had no idea of time he hadn’t seen a clock in a few weeks soon his mother came to get him out of bed did you stay dry she excitedly asked terry said nothing as she slipped two finger into the waist of his plastic pants your soaked terry I'm guessing you wanted to wear your diapers to try on your new school uniform
“Well you see the thing is Mrs Robinson here at St Heathers we take ages five to nine here and usually girls .I know Mrs Robinson replied but we’ve tried everything to get Terry back into education .Yes my name is Terry and the adults are having a conversation about me I’m 16 though you wouldn’t have guessed by the little blue party dress I was wearing and the frilly petticoats panties and Mary Jane shoes
6 weeks ago My mother started treating me like a 6 year old girl after I was expelled from college and humiliated my cousin . I had been expelled from every High school too within our catchment area mummy said this was my only hope to get the qualifications I should have got
Have you tried St Barnaby’s Mrs Turner the head teacher said they take boys such as Terry . Yes Mrs Robinson replied but once they found out about his bed wetting they said they couldn’t take him as they would require all pupils to be potty trained
The same rules we have here Mrs Turner said Mrs Robison got up to leave and went to grab terry’s hand as she always did when they were out terry found it utterly humiliating but his mother would tell him 6 year old girls couldn’t be trusted not to run off
Sorry to waste your time Mrs turner Terry’s mother said . Wait Mrs Turner said I did not say we wouldn’t take him .However as Terry isn’t fully Potty trained he wont be joining the juniors .Thank you Terry’s mother replied . Say thank you to the nice lady terry she said as if she was speaking to a toddler . Terry meekly said thank you mrs turner
Well terry mrs turner said You'll have to start in early years we cant have you getting special treatments ,Here's a list of the uniform terry will be expected to wear Mrs Robinson read it out school tunic , white vest , nappies , and the school pink plastic pants
Terry can start on Monday at 8 o clock please make sure he's dressed appropriately and has any sippy cups or baby bottles he needs with him
We will provide food and formula as needed also can you pack any extra changes
Mum please terry squeaked I don’t want to wear nappies to school
You aren’t going to school terry you'll be going to infants . terry started crying ..i better get this little one home he's had a long day
She took terry and put him in the back of the car and strapped him into the car seat as mother would do for any child
The car had child locks added so terry couldn’t get out she gave him his toy rabbit hed been told to carry everywhere
During the car drive home terry tried to plead with his mother about having to go to infants in nappies I don’t need them mummy he said . Terry she shouted you do as mummy say or I will stop this car take your Knickers down and spank you on the side of the road . You got yourself expelled from every school, and college this is the last option But I want to be a boy not a 6 year old girl .. well then she replied you shouldn’t have teased and humiliated you cousin Andrea . about her dresses and stuff but you don’t have to worry about being 6 years old cause Monday you are joining a class full off two and three year olds
No mummy
Terry this is the last time
Terry sobbed into his teddy he hated wearing nappies at night and now he was being forced to wear them in the day too
When they got home terry was still crying . I think my little lady needs her bath and beddy byes she took him by the hand up stairs sipped of the dress terry was stood wearing a pink vest and white frilly panties she took these off and helped him into the bath she washed him all over the said right time to get you ready for bed Terry hated this cause hed be pinned into extra thick nappies and plastic pants which made him feel very hot she placed a my little pony nightie over his head then tucked him into bed night terry she said will mummy' little girl wake up dry in the morning if you do you can wear your panties out shopping but ill take you u in nappies if you don’t
When the morning rose terry was soaked he knew his fate was sealed
He heard his mother downstairs but he knew better to leave the bed until she came in to wake him
Terry had no idea of time he hadn’t seen a clock in a few weeks soon his mother came to get him out of bed did you stay dry she excitedly asked terry said nothing as she slipped two finger into the waist of his plastic pants your soaked terry I'm guessing you wanted to wear your diapers to try on your new school uniform
10
Active Sissy Stories / Re: PETTICOATED!
« Last post by billykins on June 04, 2026, 11:01:37 AM »
It was "soon" four months ago. So "very soon" must be at least less than four months??
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