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PETTICOATED! by petticoated
The agonizingly long wait was over. It was time...and rob knew it. While Madame had been debasing him in front of these beautiful women, rob caught a glimpse of the beautiful ~L~ynn...mesmerized by the events unfolding. As a matter of fact, as ~L~ynn watched, this tall, leggy, beautiful blonde, herself petticoated by Madame, had idly been toying with the lacy hems of her own stiff petticoat layers. Her makeup was perfect. Her eyeshadow, Her blush, Her lipstick...all of it...so feminine...so girly...so mesmerizing. She moved closer to rob, urging him to submit. "Give in...submit...you know you cannot resist, Honey." With that, Madame took the dress from rob, held it up one final time against his trembling body, unbuttoned the series of white pearl buttons, and after shaking the rustling white satin skirts slightly, ordered the little man to stand still. All eyes were on Madame. All eyes were on rob. And then Madame slowly took the frilly frock, carefully lowered it over the little man's body, adjusted the rustling white satin skirt over the layers of stiff lace pettis, and quickly began to secure her victim into the dainty dress by quickly fastening each and every button. rob felt the sensation of being buttoned in. He knew, of course, that getting out of the dress would be impossible. Madame played with the large white satin sash bow in the back until it had been tied perfectly. Then she adjusted the short satin skirt so that it floated magically and femininely over Her sissy's petticoats. The abundance of lacy petticoat hems proudly displayed themselves. rob felt as if he had been imprisoned in a cloud of satin, net, and lace. The dress was sooooo short, midthigh, maybe. And his petticoats spilled out from everywhere. his slightest movement created a caressing sensation deep below the layers of lace, net, and satin. The same movements also created noisy froufrou and swishing sounds. Madame looked triumphantly at the ladies, "Yes, this sissy is going to be easy..."
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rob stood frozen. he wanted to move...but he couldn't. His face burned with shame. Embarrassment. his small hands dropped in front of his ultra-ultra bouffant skirts...into the cool smooth white satin. And the tips of his smallish fingers rested against the rustling layers of exposed net and lace. Madame remarked, laughing gaily, "You see, ladies, young 'master robbie' is without pockets. he's a sissy. Sissies have no pockets. Sissies must constantly be reminded of the fact that they only wear dresses. Short dresses. Frilly dresses. Girly dresses. And you, my dear, will ALWAYS have your dainty little fingers exposed...tempted to touch your filly lacy petticoats...to play with them...to caress them...because you will be unable to resist. Your addiction to lace and net will titillate you literally all the way down to your fingertips. Of course, this will accelerate your feminization and sissification to a level even you never dreamed possible." his face burned with shame. In front of these beautiful feminine women, his beautiful blonde girlfriend, and, of course Madame Chadwick, rob felt...yes...emasculated. Madame laughed gaily again, "So my little boy, how do YOU like being petticoated!?!" The women all laughed. rob felt the fire in his face. he stood silent. he knew that even his slightest movement would cause the frilly dainty dress and petticoats to rustle enchantingly. The loud swishing and rustling also would serve as a continuing emasculating reminder of his petticoated status. It would be his further admission that he was...dare he think it...yes, a sissy. A real sissy. A pitiful little man who had submitted. And the sissy indicator buried deep beneath the layers of rustling sissifying and feminizing satin and lace clearly was begging him to submit...to permanent humiliation and shame. "Smile for the ladies, sissy robbie. Show the ladies what a bad little boy...one who secretly pretends to be...masculine...does once he has been exposed. Go ahead, sissy. You know you've been a bad boy. A VERY BAD boy. And you know what happens to bad little boys, don't you, my dear?" Madame waited impatiently, tapping her stiletto heeled shoes on the wood floor. rob gulped. "Go ahead, tell the ladies, sissyman." rob breathed heavilty, moved nervously, causing his frilly dress to rustle femininely." "Curtsey for the ladies before speaking, sissy," Madame ordered. "Show the ladies that you know how to curtsey prettily for them in your frilly little party dress. Take your skirts daintily and slowly between your fingers, that's it, my boy...now, dip and bend deeply...that's it, my pretty little petticoated man...look reverently down at the floor, allow glimpses of your lace pettis for the ladies to prove your petticoated status...that's better..."
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Poor rob dipped deeply in reverence...and absolute submission. As he looked down at the floor, all he could see was a cloud of white satin and frilled ruffled white lace. The skirts rustled. His pettis hissed, almost as if they wee mocking him...taunting him. And yet his sissy indicator raged with excitement and a ravenous desire...uncontrollable now for rob. And, of course, Madame Chadwick knew ALL about sissy indicators. Identify the vulnerabilities that all sissies have. And then surround them and confront them. Publicly. Preferably in front of an audience...of women. Beautiful women. Feminine women. Exclusively for their entertainment and amusement. A "public petticoating," if you wish. "Now my little man, tell me...tell me what happens to bad little boys who pretend to be something they really are not. Tell me. Remain in your sissy curtsey, fingers on your petticoats, and tell me what happens to bad little boys...just like you!" Madame stood tall, her hands squarely on her hips. "Don't make me use my switch! Now tell the ladies what Madame must do to you for being such a bad little boy." rob breathed hard, holding his curtsey, and spoke softly, "Madame, bad little boys must be...must be...pet...ti...coated." "Speak up, little man, so the ladies can hear you." rob swallowed. "Madame, bad boys must be petticoated." "Now...that's a good little sissy boy. That wasn't so hard, was it?" Madame laughed. "You may rise and fluff your skrts out. Daintily, my dear boy...v-e-r-y daintily...like a good little girl." That was the first time rob had been called a good little girl by Madame. And it resonated within him...deep within his layers of satin and lace. rob nervously regained his fooing, and then her nervously atttempted to fluff out the satin skirts of the frilly dress. he still couldn't believe how short...and how FULL...the skirts of the frilly dress were. The rustling was loud in the otherwise silent room. Madame continued her taunting, "My, my, my...you're going to be such fun to tame...to sissify...to feminize. Now, my dear boy, do you like wearing your frilly little party dress? Is it EVERYTHING you fantasized about? Hmmmmm....? You're just going to adore wearing petticoats! All the ladies will get to see your lacy pettis as I slowly feminize you and crush whatever remaining masculine tendencies you might still be holding onto. Resistance if futile. I know ALL your dirty little secrets. EVERY one of them!"
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An astonished look flashed across rob's face. Madame smiled, looked her latest victim right between his eyes, "Yes, rob. I know exactly what your weaknesses are. Your late-night internet searches for the frilliest, sissiest party dresses imaginable. Those titillating little stories about the bad little boy who is forcibly frocked and petticoated by his stepmother or Auntie. Or maybe his evil stepsister. Or..........his very beautiful, very feminine.......blonde girlfriend." Madame looked at the beautiful ~L~ynn in her own short satin petticoated party dress. Then Madame looked back at rob. "Surrender, my little sissy man. Surrender now...to me...Yes, I know, I know, you never REALLY believed women like me existed, did you? Stern women. Strong women. Women who have extensive experience in the complete feminization and sissification of unsuspecting males...like you. Women like me who hold true and fast to the principles of Petticoat Pnishment. Women who permanently place their male charges in frilly dresses. Women who believe that the only sissy is a petticoated and frocked sissy. Oh yes, you've real your silly little stories late at night, fantasized wht it might really be like to be under total subjugation and control of a woman who delightgs in the ultra-feminization and sissification of weak men...like yourself. Women like me who will put you on display in front of beautiful women...powerful women... and yes, feminine women...just for their amusement...and mine. I am going to humiliate you...make you cry...beg me to stop...and then beg me to continue...Force you into more and more lfrilly dresses and petticoats. In the end, my little man, you will NEVER...I repeat, NEVER wear trousers again. Ever! Is that clearly understood, SISSY!?!" Madame steely cold eyes stared straght into this little sissy's very soul. She reached out and toyed with her little man's stiff lacy petticoats. She caressed them between her fingers. "Touch your petticoats, sissy man. Go ahead...touch them...feel their lace. You love the lace, don't you? Hmmmmm....? Is it the lace which defines you as the sissy that you will become? Or...is it your frilly little party dress? After all, once a sissy has been reduced to wearing frilly dainty satin party dresses, well, he really has been exposed for what he REALLY is! You can't help it, can you, my little boy? You want to resist...desperately. Prove your masculinity. Demonstrate your resistance to my plan to permanently petticoat and sissify you. But you can't, can you? Nooooo...not you, rob. Definitely NOT you. No matter how much shame and humiliation I intend to impose on you, you just have to wear those dresses, don't you, SISSY? Frilly little party dresses? How many times did you search...late at night...on the internet for..."frilly little satin party dresses." An astonished look crossed rob's face again. "That's right, my boy. 'Frilly little satin party dresses' was one of your favorite searches...along with every derivative of the word 'petticoat' one can imagine. Especially the verb form. Ahh yes, the verb form of the word 'petticoat.'" You have no idea how extensively I plan to educate you!"
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Madame made froufrou with her little sissy's satin dress and the oodles of petticoats peeking out from everywhere. As She masterfully played with his rustling pettis, swishing them from side to side, her long hand slipped up under the short satin confection and she fingered the stiff rows of ruffled white lace embellishing the sissy's double-satin rhumba-style sissy panties. As Madame's long fingers expertly toyed with the ruffled lace, the tall determined woman commented, matter-of-factly, "Once the sissy is frocked, his poor little sissy indicator is frenzied with excitement. It overcomes all other thoughts the sissy might have. And as the sound of rustling net and taffeta, and the sight of his exposed frilly lace takes its final toll on his masculinity, the sissy slowly slips into a world of complete subjugation and humiliation. As I make fou frou with his petticoats, watch our little boy here weaken at his knees. And as I continue to expound on my little plan to keep him in his frilly dresses...permanently...and require extensive petticoat inspections...while serving tea to the ladies...his excitement...and his shame will grow. His sissy indicator will become even more frenzied. And I will become even moe determined...to humiliate him...to emasculate him...and, finally, to permanently petticoat him." After several minutes of frou frou and exposing his petticoats, Madame ordered her little sissy to "straighten your skirts and your petticoats. I will not tolerate wrinkled skirts and pettis, especially from a weak sissy." Madame addressed the ladies, "Little boys who are undergoing severe petticoating have a tendency to wrinkle their skirts and petticoats. Thus it is essential that many hours be spent educationg a sissy on the proper ways to keep his skirts smooth and pretty. The underlying excitement they experience once they have been put into frilly dresses often gets in the way of the prim and proper etiquette of proper skirt and petticoat management necessary when one is wearing dresses as frilly as the ones this sissy will now be wearing." And then, turning to ~L~ynn, Madame Chadwick ordered the blonde beauty to where Madame was standing, directly in front of rob. Looking at rob, Madame coldly commanded, "Now my little boytoy, tell Ms. ~L~ynn EXACTLY what you are. Tell her!" rob's fingers nervously toyed with his stiff lace petticoats. ~L~ynn watched him. rob was dying of shame. But his sissy indicator had taken over. It was hopeless. And Madame knew it. "I shall not ask you again, my boy." Madame warned. rob swallowed hard. He looked desperately into the beautiful blonde's blue eyes, fidgeted with the lacy hems of his pettis, and said, barely audibly, "i am a...a...a...sis...sss...sy." Madame was not pleased. "Say it again. rob closed his eyes...he wanted to tell Madame to "Go to &^%$..." but, alas...instead, he meekly repeated, "I am a...sissy." "And what happens to sissies, my boy?" Madame asked rhetorically. "They get petticoated, Madame." rob answered quietly. "And they also get to wear frilly little party dresses, too, do they not, my dear?" "Yes, Madame." "And dresses are so much more appropriate for a ...male...undergoing feminization and sissification, aren't they, my dear?" Madame smiled triumphantly. "Yes, Madame," rob obediently answered.
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Madame smiled at ~L~ynn, remarking, "My dear, perhaps this is the perfect time for you to have a little private chat with your..." She giggled, "Your...boyfriend." Madame smirked. The ladies laughed. The beautiful leggy, blonde swished her own short satin and lace frock, exposing frilled lace hems. In her heels, ~L~ynn towered over her hapless boytoy. Dr. Jennifer Haynes stood up, took a moment to study the now-petticoated sissy, and said to ~L~ynn, "Just call us when you are ready, ~L~ynn. We ladies can keep ourselves entertained with our girltalk. Besides, we are just dying to ask Madame Chadwick all sorts of questions. We are simply intrigued by her demonstration thus far. I presume you and robbie will be returning to the bedroom?" Dr. Haynes laughed coquettishly as she stared at the hapless petticoated little man. rob's eyes widened at the mention of the bedroom. The blonde beauty moved ever so closer to her victim. She reached out, making froufrou with his satin skirt. His petticoats rustled and swished. ~L~ynn noticed the almost glazed over look in the little man's eyes. His breathing intensified. She whispered in his ear, "Let's go have some real fun, Honey. You can try on dresses for me, okay? I just know you can't wait to model your new frilly party dresses for me...in private. Maybe you'll 'let' me put a little makeup on you. Some blush. Eyeshadow. Pink lipstick. Shiny gloss. Maybe you can sit in front of the mirror for me, in your stiff petticoats, while I play with my makeup. Just the two of us. Some girly fun! And maybe I'll even let you play with MY petticoats. Would you like that, sissy boy? Hmmmmmmm...? Would you like to play with 'Miss ~L~ynn's frilly petticoats? Have me try on a different little party dress for you. Something just a little bit more girly...more frilly...?" The blonde beauty toyed with her own lacy petticoats. She looked deep into his eyes. "Be MY personal little sissy boy? I just love little sissy boys...especially when they are being petticoated and made to wear frilly dresses. They are sooooo much more obedient!" The beautiful blonde giggled. Then she grabbed rob by the hand, ordered him to curtsey to the ladies, and remarked, "Come with me, my girly boy. We're going to try on dresses! Looking at her ladyfriends, ~L~ynn laughed and said, matter-of-factly,"When you've heard him scream like a good little sissy boy who has just been rewarded for proper girly behavior, then you will know the time has come and you may join us in the bedroom. Now..." The tall blonde said to her frilly little boytoy. "Come with me, to the bedroom, my feminine little petticoated princess."
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Madame Chadwick glared at her frilly little sissy boy and watched him slowly take the edges of his satin skirt and lace bedecked pettis, bend his shaking knees, and drop a deep obedient curtsey in front of his audience. "Smile, SISSY!" Madame chided. "You know this is what you want...what you need! Smile for the ladies like a good sissy who is proud to be humiliated, shamed, embarrassed and petticoated into complete emasculation and submission. Show all the ladies how happy you are to finally be in a frilly party dress." rob swallowed hard. Madame Chadwick dangled the short stinging switch in front of him. And then he smiled. Obediently. Madame triumphantly reached out with her right hand, kneeled down to face her latest hapless male victim, looked him squarely in his eyes, toyed with his stiff lace pettis, made frou frou with his lace, satin, and net, and whispered in his ear, "I'll be interviewing for your own personal maid very, very soon..."
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The petticoated sissy's stunned look on his face said it all. rob gulped. Madame Chadwick laughed. "Well, my dear boy, you really didn't think this was just going to be some little charade to indulge your nasty little fantasies and fethishes for an afternoon, now did you?" rob's eyes stared pleadingly at Madame, and then at the beautiful blonde ~L~ynn. Dr. Jennifer Haynes stood up from where she had been observing the sissy, moved to the center of the room, joined Madame and ~L~ynn, and towered over the cowering litle man. She spoke clinically. "My dear little boy, I know all about your intense fetishes for satin dresses, lace, net, crinoline, taffeta, silk...shall I go on?...of course not, my dear. You understand, don't you? Of course you do. A pert French maid, fluent in the language, complete with her persuasive French accent, and heavily petticoated in her own frilly uniforms should suit our objectives quite well. It is obvious you cannot resist. We shall be employing a beautiful woman, feminine...very feminine, but firm...VERY firm. And She will have a one hundred percent commitment to the ideals of sissification by the intense petticoating and humiliation of weak males...like yourself. Madame has several candidates who will be arriving tomorrow, and at least one will begin employment immediately in this household. She will be in complete charge of you...dressing you appopriately in your frilly party dresses each and every day..and we do mean EVERY day...until you are completely broken, emasculated and sissified. She will delight in your humiliation and shame. As for me, my dear little man, my expertise in psychotherapy and behavior modification, with an emphasis on forced feminization of males, will also assure us of our desired results. As a matter of fact I'll just bet your little sissy indicator is raging inside your satin and lace rhumba sissy panties right now, isn't 'he?'" Dr. Haynes laughed gaily. "'Is 'he' is frantic to go to the frilly bedroom with ~l~ynn as you try on dainty party dresses. And makeup. Ah, yes, my little man...makeup! You cannot wait, can you? What is your favorite part of makeup, hmmm? Is it the soft stroke of a blush brush across your cheeks? Or perhaps the application of a shimmery pale blue eyeshadow? Or maybe you can't wait for the lipstick..the opening of the tube...the twisting of the tube until the cherry red...or cotton candy pink lipstick appears. And you love its taste, do you not, my frilly litle sissy boy." rob was stunned. "Yesss, my boy, I know ALL your litle sissy secrets. Every one of them! As a matter of fact, I have even picked out the perrrrrfect little sissy name for you......FETISHA! Ahhh yes, Little Sissy Fetisha!" The ladies joined in the merriment. Dr. Haynes moved closer to rob. And now, She, too, moved her long probing hands to touch the stiff satin skirts of the frilly male's party frock. Dr. Haynes lifted the dress to reveal the sissy's petticoats. Looking deep into rob's eyes, She spoke mesmerizingly to him, "Yes, Fetisha. I know. I know everything. Every single little thing that makes a petticoated sissy male...just like you...beg for more!" And then the beautiful Dr. Haynes took from a small clutch purse a small bottle of perfume. Floral scented. Girly. Feminine. After removing the lid, the tall beautiful doctor lifted the sissy's petticoat layers, and sprayed just a hint of the perfume into the layers of net and lace. She made frou frou with the boy's petticoats, shifting the lacy layers, and then squirted just a hint more of the sweet perfume. Rearranging the sissy's skirts, she lowered his sissy dress. "Now, my pretty little petticoated Fetisha, you...and your weak, submissive, and verrrry excited sissy indicator... are ready for the bedroom! Now hurry along with Miss ~L~ynn...She has some very pretty little dresses She wants to put you in!" Dr. Haynes and the women laughed...
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And with that, the poor man was dismissed from the room. ~L~ynn, in a rustle of skirts, her lace trimmed pettis displaying themselves proudly from beneath Her own short gleaming white satin party dress, grabbed the hapless sissy by his hand. "Come,......Fetisha!" ~L~ynn laughed. The others ladies laughed, too. The enchanting rustle of petticoats and satin dresses musically filled the room as the two swishingly left the parlor. rob had no choice. he had no resistance left. his sissy indicator was clearly in charge now. And it was under the complete subjugation of all things dainty, lacy, and feminine. The tall blonde beauty swept her blonde hair to the side, puckered her lipstick-coated lips, and planted a longgggg wet kiss squarely on rob's lips as they entered the sanctity of the frilly, ultrafeminine bedroom. Her tongue probed deeply into the poor man's throat. Her probing fingers toyed with her captive little man's stiff lacy petticoat layers. She rustled his skirts. Fingered his pettis. Made swishing frou frou with his short satin party frock. And then She took her hands and pulled his small hands behind his back, holding them there, squarely against the big white wide satin bow tied in the back of his short satin frock. She forced him to a corner of the room, backing him squarely into several racks of frilly party dresses...just waiting to be tried on...and worn by a frightened unsuspecting, weak sissy man...like rob. As the tall beautiful blonde backed her victim into even more racks of frilly satin and taffeta dresses, she s-l-o-w-l-y removed her tongue from his mouth. As her strong left hand kept his hands behind his back, She took her right hand and pointed her long finger directly on his mouth. Her perfectly painted and manicured fingernail stroked his mouth. "Now, Sissy Fetisha, if you're a good little girl, and try on dresses for me, I might...I just might...let you wear some makeup. I might even let you watch me put on my makeup while you play with your petticoats. You WOULD like that, wouldn't you, me Dear? Hmmmm...? Try on frilly dresses for ~L~ynn?" The tall blonde beauty made frou frou with her own satin dress. Showed the hapless little man her own lace-bedecked stiff petticoats. Ordered him to keep his "nasty little hands" behind his back. She fingered her stiff net and lace. Smiled down at him. "You're going to just adore wearing frilly little dresses every day for me. Mincing about in them. Listening to them rustle every time you move. Doing girly things for me in them. Showing me your frilly stiff petticoats. Telling me you are my dainty little sissyboy. Submitting to me. Pleasing me. Doing whatever I tell you to do. Brushing my long blonde hair while I put on my makeup. Perhaps even taking my blush brush and learning to deftly apply my makeup for me...all while being properly petticoated, feminized, and sissified. All while dressed in a frilly little party frock for me. My own personal little petticoated sissy boy. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Fetisha?"...
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Meanwhile, in the parlor, these beautiful dominant and feminine women were finalizing their plans to permanently ensnare this wealthy of the wealthiest of males into their web of satin, net, and lace. "Madame, were you able to obtain the marriage license?" Dr. Haynes asked the powerfully dominant Mistress of petticoat punishment. "Yes, my dear," Madame smiled. "That was quite easy. And, of course, my law degree and certification to perform marriages in your state will make this quite the easy ceremony." Madame turned to ~L~ynn's friend, Angie. "Angie, have you had the professional photographs of Cinderella Boutique taken and do you have them with you, my dear." "Oh yes, Madame, and they are perfect." Angie removed several large glossy color photographs of the decorated store front display windows of ~L~ynn's boutique. Frilly pastel dresses and multitiered net and lace petticoats filled the display windows. Bouffant frilliness and ultrafeminine girlishness was the obvious theme. Pink hues, white tulle, crisp taffeta, satin party frocks, and everything imaginable for the next unsuspecting sissy were prominently displayed with just the proper lighting for pleasuable and captivating nighttime viewing as well. "Marvelous!" Exclaimed Madame Chadwick. "The perfect trappings...for our next victim!" Then Madame Chadwick turned to Nancy, ~L~ynn's personal dressmaker, "Excelllent work, my dear. Your creations are exquisite!" The women shared a laugh. Nancy replied. "It was actually quite easy, Madame. Once we knew our little sissy here searched the internet for only the frilliest and sissiest dresses, I simply allowed my creativity to set no limits! Poufier and shorter satin dresses, some in taffeta, were the standard. Pinks, whites, and just a few pale, very pale baby blues. Lots of ribbons and lace. Big satin bows. And many buttons in the back to keep a sissy from having second thoughts...and contemplating escaping. I will have 30 more dresses here by the next weekend for our little sissyboy." "Excellent, my dear!" Madame responded. "And how are you coming with lingerie, especially his petticoats?" "I think you will be quite pleased with his collection of petticoats, Madame. Multilayered, very stiff, starched, and, of course, heavily embellished with lace and bows. And I have a very special collection of those adorable frilly bouffant party slips, too. As for his sissy rhumba panties, all are double-lined in cool bridal satin and absolutely covered in rows of stiff ruffled white lace. The emphasis is on lace. Oodles of lace!" "Well done, my dear," said Madame. "All things dainty, lacy, and feminine simply are essential when a sissy is being permanently petticoated." Then Madame turned her attention to Dr. Haynes. "Jennifer, have you decided where to run the ad?" "Ohhh yes, Madame. I have selected three magazines, all catering to the very wealthiest of men. All business magazines. All with a very short client subscription list, and extremely confidential. However, for the right price, they will run our ad. It will be a simple ad. One beautifully feminine photograph of Cinderella and just the address. Contact by email or phone will not be possible. That is all we should need in order to attract our next 'window shopper!'"...
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