The Second Floor

[petticoated]

With the bouquet of red roses in his left hand, Leighton reached out with his right to awkwardly shake hands. And when Allen limp-wristed his right hand before taking Leighton's hand, Leighton was taken aback by this effeminate boy's exaggerated attempt at Feminine deportment. Allen then extended his rather dainty right hand, his perfectly manicured baby pink frosted fingernails prominently displayed for Leighton to see. Allen's handshake was weak. Dainty. Girly. Leighton's eyes suddenly focused on the lacy camisole Allen was wearing under his transparent blouse. It was undeniably feminizing. And unquestionably emasculating. "You must be Mr. Leighton," the high-pitched voice asked.Then Allen took his little fingers, daintily took the sides of his feminizing trousers, and mimicked what Leighton believed to be an awkward curtsy. Allen's voice squeaky high, too. Like a girl's. "Please come in, sir. The Mistresses have been expecting you." Before they could take only a few steps, Dorian came to meet Leighton. OMG! This stunning blonde, almost six feet tall in her 5-inch creme-colored leather stilettos, was attired in a beautiful Feminine white wool mini-length skirt suit. A power suit, to be sure. Before acknowledging Leighton, She directed her attention to Allen. "Did you properly curtsy for our little guest?" Shamefully, he swallowed hard, stammered, and mimicked another awkward curtsy in his silk trousers before responding".Y...y...yesss, Mistress Dorian." Dorian, in front of a stunned Leighton, started playing with Her long thick blonde hair. She started laughing at Allen mockingly. "Well, if it was as disgraceful as the curtsy you just attempted for your Mistress, perhaps I can put you in a nice stiff white poufy crinoline lace Petticoat to help you improve your performance...?"

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Allen's eyes widened with fear. He swallowed hard. Surely this Blonde Goddess, dressed to the nines in her Feminine white wool miniskirted skirt suit, would not humiliate him in front of another male. "Well, 'Allison,' do you need to be Petticoated for the evening?" Quickly curtsying in his black silk women's pants, fully aware another male was watching him, he whispered almost in a lisping frightened voice, "I promise to improve my curtsy, Mistress Dorian." Dorian wasn't satisfied. "Go ahead. Continue." He desperately looked to Dorian for any kind of respite, his eyes pleading. Dorian put her hands on her hips, glaring at Her cowering "personal assistant." Now she started to tap her right foot impatiently on the glistening white marble floor. Leighton was captivated. A blonde Goddess, standing almost six feet tall in her heels, hands on her hips, in her white wool miniskirt power
suit, in complete Feminine control. Finally, Allen broke the silence. "And if I am unable to improve my curtsy, I need to be...I need to be...Petticoated." Smiling satisfactorily, and
before addressing Allen, Dorian gave a distinctly prolonged glance at Leighton. She looked at Allen, "Good gurl...Allison. I'm happy you see it My way. I agree with you. Now, get two scotch on rocks...and a Shirley Temple...for Leighton. Ask Em to help you into your full-skirted serving pinafore...the black satin one with the frilly white lace trim and the three attached layers...stiff layers...
of white tulle. While you're at it, go ahead and remove your long pants and pantaloons. You won't be needing them any more tonight. Replace them with the new black ruffled double satin rhumba panties. The ones with five rows of ruffled white lace on the back...and reads "Petticoated Sissy" in that pretty feminine white script on the front. While you are serving us and our little guest tonight," she smiled at Leighton, "You'll already be prepared should I need to Petticoat you." She paused thoughtfully, before adding, "As a matter of fact, a Special ~Intensive Sissification~ Petticoat that I ordered especially for you arrived from Cinderella this morning." Have it available on your mannequin and display it prominently while you are serving us our drinks...and while we are critiquing your curtsy. Hopefully, a sweet little bouffant petticoat...especially one from Cinderella...can serve as a gentle reminder for you to perfect your curtsy as you are serving us tonight." "Oh,she added, "Replace that pink satin bow in your hair with a larger one. One with frilly ruffled white lace. You are dismissed, Allison..."

[petticoated]

Leighton was dumbfounded by what he had just witnessed. As Allen mimicked another pitiful curtsy to Dorian, in an effeminate voice, he responded after his curtsy with, "Y...y...yesss, Mistress." Leighton could see that the redfaced humiliated man would offer no resistance at all. Dorian's mention of "Cinderella" did not go unnoticed, either. And She threatened to "Petticoat" Allen, too. As Leighton contemplated leaving, he noticed a sterling silver and diamond necklace around Dorian's neck. He also saw a small pale baby pink key hanging from the chain. Oh no! It couldn't be. It just couldn't. Had Dorian caged Allen, Leighton wondered. "Emily will be out shortly, Leighton. She and I both had to work later than we expected." Dorian moved closer to Leighton. She opened her white wool jacket just enough to allow Leighton a closer look at the white silk blouse she was wearing. The hint of an ultralacy white bra underneath her blouse further increased her control over Leighton. Fingering the pink key, she invited Leighton into the living room. The penthouse had an incredible view of the Manhattan skyline. The predominate color was white, with gold fixtures, crystal chandeliers, and feminine splashes of pale pink. It was beautiful. This penthouse was by far the largest, most expensive, and most luxurious of any unit in this magnificent building. The main floor had a white marble surface. There were two "Mistress Bedrooms," both with attached offices and luxuriously ultrafeminine en suite bathrooms. A small library and a spacious open kitchen completed the main floor. White sofas, several of them, and several chairs, all in soft pinks and white, were tastefully arranged. On the white walls were at least three paintings that immediately caught Leighton's full attention: Two original Roy Lichtensteins and a Degas ballerina original. As Dorian pointed to a spiral staircase, she stated that additional guest bedrooms and a maid's quarter were upstairs. "Perhaps we can show them to you later, Leighton.  One of the guest bedrooms is specifically themed..."

[BabyJay]

Oh dear! Leighton has now become ensnared. How long before he is introduced to his own start into the world of Feminisation and Sissydom and who's pet will he become or will he be shared between Dorian and Emily?

[petticoated]

Dorian then reached into the right side pocket of her white wool miniskirt and retrieved her cell phone. As she did, her short skirt edged up ever so slightly, revealing a peek of white floral French Lace..It was beautiful...It was Feminine...and then it vanished as the tall blonde reached down to the hem of her wool miniskirt and gently tugged it down, ever so slightly. Skirt Management 101. This stunning blonde beauty had to be wearing a lacy minislip! Leighton was going crazy now. This was Femininity Overload, and along with Dorian's towering height, Her stunning blonde beauty, and Her miniskirted power suit, Leighton understood now why poor Allen had been unable to stop Her determination to seduce (Feminize) him, complete with all of the shame and humiliation that would inevitably come with it. No, Leighton realized.Tonight, there would be no ugly muscle-bound matrons, no leather-clad butches, nor were there any elderly grey-haired Governesses. Ohhh no. Not here. Not tonight. THIS was Seduction. Pure and simple. Unrelenting seduction. By Powerful Feminine Women. Beautiful Women who thoroughly enjoyed every moment of forcibly Feminizing...aka "Sissifying"...pretty little beta bois for Their own personal entertainment and amusement. Seemingly, it was already too late for Allen...aka..."Allison"... to stop this UltraFeminine, controlling, blonde beauty. Leighton could see the trepidation...the resignation in Allen's eyes. And then when Dorian quickly punched a series of numbers into Her phone, Leighton immediately heard a series of three locks, thereby preventing any escape he may have been considering...

[petticoated]

Orchids of all colors were tastefully displayed as Dorian and Leighton entered the spacious living room area. The marble floors and the deliberate click ckacking of Dorian's 5-inch heels enhanced the beautiful blonde's air of control. Her miniskirted white wool power suit already was doing its job masterfully. "Emily is freshening up. She got held up at her office, too. Let's have a seat here, on this couch, while you tell me all about yourself," adding, "Em seems quite smitten with you, Leighton," as she smiled. When she took her seat first, in the middle of the plush sofa, she reached behind her white wool miniskirt, smoothed the skirt as she lowered herself slowly, and when she was all the way sitting down, she tugged slightly at the hem if her short skirt, while Leghton feasted his eyes on the Feminine white lace hem of her exposed white satin mini slip. And then Dorian crossed her legs...slowly...allowing even more of Her pretty lace to peek out, and folded her beautifully maniucured hands, her frosted pale pink nails landing directly on her slip's lacy hem. Her Feminine fingers began playing with the lacy hem of Her exposed white slip. While her left hand toyed with her lace, her right hand moved up to the small pink key on the silver chain she wore around her neck. Leighton's face was flush with nervous anxiety. And Dorian knew it. He was staring in the direction of the pink key, but his eyes were even more focused on the lacy white bra beneath her sheer top. Playfully fingering her lacy half slip, she began her conversation with Leighton. " Did you notice the lace on my minislip matches the lacy white bra I am wearing, Leighton? Isn't it pretty? Or," as she played with her thick blonde hair, asked, " Of course, some men just don't notice little things like that?" Leighton was too awe-struck to render a response. And Dorian wasn't waitng for one, either. She seductively moved closer, pushing Leighton into the corner of the plush sofa. Her floral scented perfume was helping her to weaken his resistance. She took his little girlish right hand purposely in Hers, and placed it on the now two inches of Her exposed white lace. Then, while continuing to play with Her long thick blonde hair, she encouraged Leighton. "Go ahead, Leighton, play with my lace while I tell you all about my plans for Allen..."

[BabyJay]

So! Leighton is finally snared. Sounds like He will become Emily's pet Sissy. Looks like Dorian is, meanwhile, going to give him an insight as to what he may be letting himself in for as she tells him of her plans for poor Allen/Allison.