PETTICOATED!

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Now the beautiful blonde had her little sissy just where She wanted him...surrounded in a room so overtly girly and ultra-ultrafeminine that he would be like putty in Her skillful hands. "Will you be MY little boy...MY little sissyboy that I teased and taunted and made cry when I was a little girl? Will you, robbi? Pretty please," ~L~ynn coquettishly asked in her girliest most disarming feminine voice. "Do everything I tell you to do...no matter how embarrassed and humiliated I make you. Pretty please? With a pretty white lace bow on top? Hmmmmm..." She giggled. "Sissssssyyyy robbi...my weak little effeminate sissyboy...Miss ~L~ynnn will protect you from those bullies who would tease you. Miss ~L~ynn will teach you everything you need to know about wearing pretty party dresses and stiff lacy petticoats. Miss ~L~ynn will keep you in frilly dresses because she knows you are a sissy and you desperately need petticoat discipline. Is my pretty little sissyboy willing to work very hard to be as girly as Miss ~L~ynn?   Will you wear frilly dresses for Miss ~L~ynn...every day? Hmmmmm? Will you learn to curtsey for Miss ~L~ynn and Her girlfriends? Will you wear makeup for me? Will you keep Miss ~L~ynn company while I put on my makeup every morning? Will you choose my bras for me every morning? I know you will. I'll buy some especially lacy ones...just for you. And when you are an obedient sissy, I will let you choose a pretty white satin and lace bra for me to wear." rob's crying had temporarily subsided. However, deep within the satiny and silky confines of his lace-encrusted white satin sissy panties, his sissy indicator raged with excitement. And ~L~ynn knew it. "It's a good thing you're in petticoats sissy girl. I can just imagine what that naughty little sissy indicator is doing right now. All of this petticoat talk. Talking about keeping you in frilly dresses. Strict petticoat discipline. Is 'he' all hot and bothered." The tall blonde laughed. She pulled the frightened little man's left hand towards her exposed petticoats. Forced the sissy's hand to caress Her lacy layers. "How does it feel, robbi? To be a sissy. To know that you will always be a sissy. You'll never be a real girl...a girly girl...like me. Nooooo." She giggled. "Of course, you'll never be a real man, either. That's obvious. No, you, my little girly boy, are destined to be a sissy. A petticoated male for the amusement of women and girls. To be displayed and humiliated. A dainty little sissy so addicted to petticoats, dresses, and lace that he simply is unable to resist. We're going to have so much fun today...alone...in your frilly  bedroom." The poor man looked at ~L~ynn astonishingly when She referred the ultrafeminine boudoir as his "frilly little bedroom." "Touch these little pink rosebuds on my petticoats. Aren't they simply too girly?! Pink is sooooooo girly! Especially when a sissssssy is wearing pink. You DO know, my little girl, that Madame Chadwick expects YOU to be wearing pink when we have finished playing dressup. You don't mind if I put you in a frilly pink party dress and my special petticoat, the one that I am wearing, do you? I would hate to disappoint Madame Chadwick. You see, my petticoated sissy, when you reappear wearing a pink party dress and my special petticoat, that will signify your acceptance of your new status as Madame Chadwick's newest personal trainee. Putting you in pink will also signify your absolute submission to permanent feminization and sissification. I'm not going to get any silly resistance from you, am I, robbi? You can be Miss ~L~ynn's 'Sissy Fetisha?' ~L~ynn cooed. "It is obvious you need intensive petticoating before you can be an acceptable sissy by women and girls." All rob could do was nod. And when he nodded, the beautiful blonde pulled away, minced quickly over to the makeup vanity, opened a drawer, retrieved a pale pink folder and a pen, returned to the bed where Her mesmerized and petticoated boytoy was sitting, handed him the pen and a sheet of paper, and coerced the hapless sissy in Her sweetest whispering voice, "I just know you want to please Me, Honey, don't you? Of course you do. Now...just sign this little piece of paper...and then we can play dressup..."

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And with that, the tall, petticoated and frocked blonde beauty, caressed the poor sissy's lacy petticoat layers. They hissed musically. "I need to touch up my blush...just a tab...after you sign this silly little piece of paper, and maybe...just maybe...I'll put just a touch of blush on YOUR cheeks, Honey. Would my prissy little sissygirl like that, hmmmm?" The rustling froufrou of the sissy's petticoats grew louder...~L~ynn became more demanding. She fondled and toyed with the sissy's lacy petticoat hems displaying themselves from underneath the short satin skirt of his frilly frock. "My, oh my, sissy robbi, your petticoats are showing! Of course, real sissies, like yourself, secretly adore showing their pettis off to beautiful, dominant women...like me. It's as if you are trying desperately to prove your femininity. Of course, a real sissy knows that only after extensive petticoating has occurred can he ever reach his full sissy girl potential. Noooooo, my little man, dressing like a sissy simply isn't enough...you have to think like a proper sissy...ultrafeminine at ALL times. And when you have accepted your status as an emasculated, feminized, petticoated male, then, and only then, will you be able to please women." The beautiful blonde took both of her hands and slowly raised the hem of the sissy's ridiculously short girly party dress, revealing lace-bedecked petticoats. "You need to be petticoated. Admit it. Feminization is what you need. Frilly dresses. Lace. Makeup. Sissy panties. You know you want it. You know you need it. Submit. Submit, Sisssssssseeeee." The intense rustling of his lace pettis and the sight of this beautiful, tall, feminine, blonde in her own short ultragirly satin party frock was simply too much to resist. "Sign...now...and surrender your masculinity to me forever..."

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And then the beautiful blonde moved in even closer. She slid her right hand under the stiff layers of lace, net, and crinoline petticoats her litle sissyboy rob was trapped in. Her long hand moved to the mass of ruffled white lace layers covering the bridal satin sissy rhumba panties surrounding rob's frenzied sissy indicator. And then She slowly...very slowly...fingered the rows of ruffled white lace, whispering softly into the poor little defeated man's ear, "It's over...sissssssssssyyyyy...you're MINE. ALL MINE. All frocked and petticoated for me. In your frilly little party dress..." Her delicate, controlling, feminine fingers toyed with the rows of sissy white lace as rob's knees began to buckle..."Surrender, sisssssy...surrender now.....surrender to petticoats and lace.....accept your feminization and your ultimate sissification......do what you are told to do.......you're a sissy......you've always been a sissy......and you'll always be a sissy......MY sisssy...as prissy and as feminine as I choose to make you...before I am finished with you, you will BEG me for frillier, daintier, and shorter little girl style party dresses...because you simply won't be able to resist that frilly, weak, submissive little sissy deep inside of you beging you to submit...now. I am going to humiliate you and embarrass you in front of the most beautiful, feminine women imaginable...you will come to disdain trousers...you are addicted to lace......Now..........submit.......submit.......submit to petticoats, frilly party dresses, and lace...." The beautiful blonde unrelentingly added, "Submit...submit now and maybe, just maybe, I will put the slightest hint of pale blue eyeshadow on you...to match the most ultrafeminine pale pink party frock that you will be wearing for Madame Chadwick and the ladies...a requirement for ANY sissy about to undergo permanent feminization..." ~L~ynn's femininity was surpassed only by her determination to extract the poor man's signature on a paper that his glazed-over eyes were unable to read. "Nooooo...puhleeeeze," begged the sissy man. Please don't do this to me, ~L~ynn." The beautiful feminine and exquisitely girly girl ~L~ynn now watched the poor man literally fall to is knees...a mesmerizing combination of excitement and humiliation. The sissy's eyes feasted on the beautiful blonde's own lavishly lacy display of Her stiff lace pettis...the defining symbol of Her power. She looked down at him, mocking, "I love what petticoats do to sissies!" She swished her lace-bedecked petticoats tauntingly...titillating her captive little man. And, then, finally, She removed her hand, placed the pen in his shaking hands, and held the paper for him while he signed his name...

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The poor defeated rob acquiesced. The hint of sweet perfume and a generous view of the beautiful blonde's stiff white lacy petticoats proudly displaying themselves from beneath Her own short satin frilly dress had finally taken their ultimate toll on the hapless, defenseless, sissy - the marriage license had been signed. "Now you're ALL mine. That's my sweet little sissy boy," the beautiful blonde giggled girlishly. "Of course, you DO know that I prefer my husbands on the feminine side...the ULTRA feminine side!" rob's mouth dropped in shock. And then, as the reality of what he had signed hit him, he sank to his knees, his own stiff crinoline and lace pettis crackling and hissing. "~L~ynn...~L~....~L~.....~L~y.....~L~ynnnnnnn...please...no...oh no.....noooooooooo...," his pleas becoming more desperate. His tears more real. No! No way! I...can't....I.....w...w...won't.......n-n-nooooo....oh please noooooo...." rob's pleas grew more desperate. And the beautiful blonde just smiled. "Now, now, now...my little sissy husband...~L~ynn is going to give you the night of your life!!!" And with that, the beautiful blonde ordered her sissy husband to slowly raise his skirts in front of Her, revealing his snow white net and lace petticoats and the adorable pink satin ribbon bows adorning them. And as soon as he had dutifully raised his peticoats to reveal his lavishly lacy white satin sissy panties, ~L~ynn reached for the frilly rows of ruffled white lace and fingered the lace, whispering to the weak-legged sissy, "My, my, my your little sissy indicator seems quite excited at the prospect of my being in control now. I think "he" knows exactly what I am going to do to you. And "he" just can't wait, can he, sissy?" And with that, the tall beautiful blonde reached for the satin waistband of rob's sissy panties...slowly, meticulously, tantalizingly, and femininely slid them downward...

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"Ohhhhhhhh my!" ~L~ynn giggled. Somebody isn't being completely honest with 'Auntie ~L~ynn.'" rob's sissy indicator was released from its satin and lace prison, and was enthusiastically endorsing the beautiful blonde's plans to dominate and subjugate her new sissy husband. ~L~ynn knew that calling herself 'Auntie' simply fueled the flames of her little man's burning desire to be feminized and dominated...despite his pleas for her to reconsider. "Hold your petticoats up high, my little man, while Auntie ~L~ynn has some fun." The tall blonde made frou frou with Her petticoats, fingering Her lacy hems and glaring at Her new personal boytoy. "Am I girly enough for you, little robbie? Hmmmmm...? Does Auntie ~L~ynn  need to show Her sissy little 'nephew' what happens to recalcitrant little boys who hide shameful secrets from their Aunties? Hmmmmmm...? Help my little sissy 'nephew' explore his feminine side? Allow the little girly girl in him to take over? Order him about? Keep him in frilly little party dresses? Well? Do I? Does 'Auntie ~L~ynn need to help Her nasty little nephew explore his sissy tendencies. Make him forget that he is a...a..." She laughed mockingly, "a...boy?!?" She pointed to his ever-more excited sissy indicator. She looked disdainfully at it. "My, my, my, that 'little man' IS excited. He's soooooooo excited. Well......." the tall blonde hesitated, licking her lips, flirtatiously and girlishly fingering Her own lace-embellished stiff petticoats, "'HE needs to be petticoated, too! Such a shameful display! So...so...so...boyish! Any suggestions, robbie, about how we can put 'him' in his proper place...before we put you into a more feminine, more frilly, more girly party dress? Something in...hmmmmm...pink? Pale pink? Fit for a real sissy...like YOU? You DO know Madame Chadwick insists that before she begins her intensive petticoating and sissification of hapless little bad boys...like yourself...that you MUST present yourself to her in pink." And then the blonde beauty moved very close to Her sissyboy husband's exposed sissy indicator. And as if She was talking to IT, She grinned, looking at it closely, "Hmmmmm...I just bet you'd love to wear a lacy, satiny little p%$#s petticoat for Aunty ~L~ynn, wouldn't you?" She giggled as She watched the horror on rob's face. "~L~ynn, ~L~...ynn, please...please don't do this to me...please..." "Quiet! Sissy! I'm 'Auntie ~L~ynn to you now! Understand!" And when her sissyboy hesitated, She impatiently asked him again, WELL?!..." All rob could do was swallow hard. The beautiful blonde fingered Her lacy pettis, Her fingers playing with the exquisite white lace hem of the petticoat. She smiled triumphantly. "WELL!?!..." "Yes, ...... Auntie ~L~ynn." His face red with shame as he continued to obediently hold his skirt and petticoats at his waist. "That's better, little girl," She fired back. "Now, before I was so rudely interrupted," redirecting her eyes to rob's excited sissy indicator, "I was just saying that this little 'thing' which is making such a brazenly disrespectful display of itself needs to be brought under strict control before Madame Chadwick inspects your new petticoats. All of this talk of petticoat punishment, feminization, and frilly party dresses seems to have excited 'it.' And once I've gotten you into your new pink party dress and stiffer, lacier petticoats, it is obvious that 'his' excitement will only heighten. And Madame will NEVER tolerate that. Look! 'He's" getting more excited just hearing me talk about your feminization and sissification. It's so amusing how the really frilly, weak, and ultra-feminine sissy boys get extremely excited when they know they are to be feminized and petticoated. Well, my little man, your shameful secret is finally out. And once I get you into a frillier party frock and some new petticoats, lacier ones, of course, 'Auntie ~L~ynn'  will be certain that every single atom of your remaining male hormones is eradicated."

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The tall blonde beauty fluffed and made froufrou with Her layers of stiff net and lace. Purring, She ordered her frilly little boytoy to "Don't move, litttle boy. Your cheeks need just a hint of blush. I think I'm going to keep you in makeup. Make you carry a little pink purse with ALL the essential girly girl makeup. Force you to put it on in front of my girlfriends. Blush, eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, lipstick, lipgloss...a nice big blush brush. Ohhhhhhh...! She squealed, "Your little sissy indicator is getting frenzied again. Does he want that little girly girl inside you, fighting to take you over, to play with makeup, too? Well.....?" ~L~ynn glared at her silly little husband. "Promise Auntie ~L~ynn now that if I put just a hint of blush on my little sissyboy's cheeks, that you'll let me put this delightfully frilly and lacy little p##$% petticoat over your brazen, but very naughty and extremely excited sissy indicator. And once I've petticoated 'him' appropriately, then..." She laughed, "We can get you into something more befitting of the pantywaist I intend to make you...under the direct supervision of Madame Chadwick, of course. After all, every sissy undergoing strict petticoat discipline needs a proper Governess." rob's eyes widened like saucers!!! he gulped. She laughed. "Now, now, my silly little man, you really didn't think that you were going to escape Madame Chadwick, did you?" "B...b...buttttttt...~L~ynn......" The beautiful blonde brushed her golden locks to one side, help her hand up to silence her boytoy's feeble protestations, and sternly reminded rob, "It's 'AUNTIE ~L~YNN!!!! Sissy! Make that mistake again and I'll report you to Madame. DO you understand?" The poor man hesitated. This was real. "Well!?!" The beautiful tall blonde made frou frou with her pettis. Fingered Her lace. Taunted her victim. "Tell Auntie  ~L~ynn you are her little girl. Go ahead...I'm waiting. Tell me. "Auntie ~L~ynn,"...he stammered..."puhleeze don't do this to me...Please..." ~L~ynn fingered Her lacy white layers of petticoats now displayed so prominently beneath Her own short party frock. "Now, now, robbie. I've done nothing. You've dont this to yourself. You have decied to be petticoated. Feminized. Sissified. You can't wait to be in dresses...frilly dresses...girly dresses. ultrafeminine little girl party dresses...all lacy...satiny...frilly...dainty...fit for a sissy. But you are a very special sissy. A bad boy. A bad boy in denial...you've kept your shameful little secret long enough...and now it's time to be punished properly. You need to be petticoated. Permanently. Your addiction to lace, stiff petticoats, frilly party dresses...your fear of powerful dominant feminine women...very feminine women...like me...make YOU a perfect candidate for permanent sissification. No more trousers for you...ever! Short frilly dresses, oodles of petticoats, dainty curtsies, and abject humiliation and embarrassment as I slowly emasculate you. Your new Governess, Madame, is looking forward to presenting you to the ladies in the parlor. Now...let's take care of that brazen and extremely naughty little sissy indicator. I cannot imagine what has given him such a stiffy!"

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"For now," ~L~ynn ordered her sissy husband, "You will hide that shameful display of your nasty frenzied sissy indicator by removing your sissy panties completely, handing them over to me, and covering your naughty little 'soldier' with your frothy petticoats. At least he can be covered by your lace. Rather fitting, is it not, sissy robbie? Now..." She took the satiny lacy sissy rhumba panties and tossed them on the pink satin bedspread in a neatly folded bundle of white ruffled lace. "You may lower your petticoats, s-l-o-w-l-y, layer by lacy layer, fix your lace hems, and cover up that shameful display of nasty, undisciplined, masculinity. I want to put some makeup on you..." She smiled at him. Laughed. Taunted him. As the poor little man struggled to adjust and smoothe out his multitude of net, satin, and lace, the tall blonde swishingly moved over to the pretty vanity in the boudoir, removed a compact of blusher, took a large fluffy blush brush in her hand, held the brush femininely, limp-wristed, and clicked the marvelously feminine compact open. And then She slolwy swirled the brush in the powder, commenting, "I love makeup. It is so decidedly feminine...so girly...don't you agree, rob? Does your little sissy indicator like it, too? Hmmm...? Is he begging you to ask me to play with my makeup? She moved closer to him. Pointed the makeup brush towards his sissy indicator's hiding place, the frothy petticoats. "How perfectly appropriate. Your nasty little soldier, standing at attention for Me, betraying you...and your pitiful attempts at proving your...your...manhood...is now confined to his own personal petticoat prison. Fix YOUR lace, SISSY! Every single lacy petticoat layer. And then s-l-o-w-l-y lower your frilly dress over your pettis." And then this gorgeous tall domineering blonde took The sensual makeup blush, opened the compact again, click, swirled Her brush expertly in the powder, looked in the mirror, and slowly, delicately, femininely, applied just a touch of blush to her cheeks. rob gulped. He couldn't stop watching this most exquisitely feminine gesture by...his...his...his...wife. Yes, his wife. And he was helpless to protest, To say anything. Click. She closed the compact. She pointed the blush brush at her sissy husband boytoy, and commended his "proper adjustment of your skirts. Now...fix Mine for Me, sissy." He gulped again. "You heard me! Fix my petticoats!!! They seem to be just a bit wrinkled." She moved and stood directly in front of him, towering over Her victim. Get down on your knees and fix my petticoats for me. I am ordering you. DO it, SISSY!...Then...I'm going to make you squeal...just like a little *#*#...!"