PETTICOATED!

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And it was those frilly little dresses he could not get out of his mind. The dainty frock ~L~ynn had just made him hold up in front of her. The numerous dresses he had been forced to hold for the ladies earlier that evening. Thank God the ones in this feminine bedroom were much too small even for his boyishly short frame. His thoughts were interrupted by the beautiful blonde ~L~ynn as she caressed the dainty layers of ruffled white lace adorning the front of his sissy panties. Her long red fingernails nestled in the frilly white lace made a strong contrast to the poor boy. A message of assurance. Yes, his masculinity was slipping away as she caresseed and fingered the ruffled white lace, toying with the pink satin bows, whispering in his ear, "Are you my little girly-boy? My sweet little sissy?" And then she gently invited him to move with her from the settee...and over to the feminine bed. ~L~ynn was in control now. Any chance the poor man might have had at reviving his masculinity for this evening was forfeited...The beautiful blonde woman skillfully took the remaining party frock resting conspicuously across the satin bedspread and forced it into Rob's trembling hands. "Hold this frilly little dress for me, Honey, please." She wouldn't allow him to refuse. She thrust it upon him and watched his frightened reaction as the stiff satin skirts rustled enchantingly. She positioned herself on the pretty feminine bed and pulled several satin and lace covered pillows against the gleaming white headboard. Positioning her beautiful long feminine body on the bed, she tapped her femininely manicured fingers for the frightened boytoy to lay alongside her...with his frilly dress, of course...

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The poor little man couldn't resist the beautiful feminine ~L~ynn. As he positioned himself on the bed next to her, it only took a nod of her head, her blonde hair flowing, to remind him to keep the frilly little party dress draped over his small body. It lay atop the ruffled lace satin sissy panties she had forced him to wear moments earlier. As he feasted his eyes on Lynn's lacy white satin bra and its beautiful feminine contents, ~L~ynn reached down to rustle the dainty satin skirt of the little frock laying squarely across her boytoy's body. Her long fingers toyed with the rustling satin and lace skirts. Rob gulped. He gulped again. His face was still on fire. The humiliation he felt at not being able to assert himself, as most men would, was obvious. Femininity overwhelmed him. ~L~ynn delighted in the moment. "So, robbie, how is your little sissy indicator doing now, hmmmmm...?" She giggled girlishly. She gently lifted the swishing satin skirt of the dainty dress to reveal Rob's satin and lace ruffled sissy panties. The bulge was becoming more noticeable as she fingered the lacy skirts of the dainty little dress. "I just adore this little dress, don't you, Honey? It's so satiny. It's deliciously lacy. Very girly, don't you think? I remember many years ago when I might have worn a frilly little dress just like this one. With stiff petticoats beneath. And lacy trim on my pettis. For all the boys to see. Tease them. A few of those little boys were sissy-boys. Do you know how I knew they were little sissies, robbie?" ... He swallowed hard, unable to answer. His face was burning, red with shame. "Well, do you, honey? Let me tell you how I knew some of those little boys were sissies. Those were the boys who always came around me when I was wearing my daintiest, frilliest, shortest little party dress with layers of stiff petticoats. I could see it in their eyes. A glazed look would come over them. Sort of that faraway look. I delighted in teasing them with views of my lacy petticoats. They would follow me in my yard everywhere I went. And I would make frou frou with my skirts and show off my pettis. Their faces would get red...like yours. They would be unable to speak...like you. They would act nervous. Like you. Sometimes," she giggled, making frou frou with the frilly little dress laying on top of Rob, "I would talk about my frilly little dress in front of them. Ask them if they like it. Solicit compliments on my lacy pettis. I would finger the lace hems of my stiffest petticoats, playing with the dainty lace as I watched them oogle with envy. I loved doing that to little sissies," she laughed. "So, my little sweetie, how are you doing with your sissy test now?"  Removing the dainty little dress to reveal the poor man's ruffled lace satin sissy panties, she giggled,"Were YOU one of those little sissies I teased, robbie?" ...

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This blonde, feminine temptress was weaving her web of satin and lace around her hapless little boytoy. Rob's mouth was dry. His face flushed. And as ~L~ynn moved in he was unable...unwilling to muster any semblance of masculinity. And now ~Lynn~was experiencing total feminine control for the first time. It was as intoxicating as the wine they had shared earlier that evening.. What lay beneath the rows of ruffled lace and shimmery  satin of her little man's sissy panties was calling out to be released from its satin confines. Her prey just lay there...still mesmerized. Undeniably excited. Passive. ~L~ynn now slowly removed the dainty frilly party dress from atop the poor man and laid it to one side of the bed. And then a thought came to her. "robbie, Honey, do me a small little favor, okay? Pretty please?" The poor lad signalled his acquiescence by simply looking into her beautiful ice-blue eyes. She slowly licked the lipstick on her lips. Then ~L~ynn handed the dainty frock to the boy and ordered him to place it back on the display rack with the other frilly little dress. She ordered Rob to swish the skirts of the frilly frock until she was satisfied with its position. And then she told him to move the rack containing the dainty satin dresses until it was positioned directly in front of the feminine bed. His sissy indicator continued to press against its satin and lace confines of his ruffled sissy panties. "There, Honey, that's better." The frilly little dresses were now prominently displayed at the end of the bed, directly in front of the soon-to-be petticoated sissy. And then, femininely but sternly, ~L~ynn stated, "I believe you've passed my little sissy test." Rob tried to respond...to disagree... to counter. Nothing. And then, in the ultimate triumph, this beautiful controlling blonde, whispered in her little plaything's ear, "I'll do the rest, sissy boy..." She dimmed the lights of the ultrafeminine bedroom and proceeded to reward her little boytoy for successfully passing his first test...

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As the bright morning sun shone through the windows of the ultrafeminine little sissy bedroom, Rob found himself entangled in the masses of pale pink satin sheets and a matching satin and lace comforter. The two frilly little party frocks still were positioned on the dress hanger menacingly at the end of the girly bed. Sitting on the settee  and putting on makeup in front of the lighted mirror was the beautiful ~L~ynn. Her long blonde hair was cascading down her shoulders and the wide lacy hem of her white satin chemise nestled at her thighs. As she meticulously applied her eyeshadow, rob imediately realized he had been pantied...again. The row after row of ruffled white lace was all his shaking hands could feel as he reached down to varify the satin confines of his sissy indicator nestled in the bridal satin lining. He desperately tried to remember the events of the night before. He only remembered that he had never experienced anything like that before. Ever. He also remembered that ~L~ynn had been firmly in control and very definitely on top of things. What would he do now? Rip the humiliating sissy panties from his body? Demand his underwear? Look for his trousers? He wanted to do all of those things. But he couldn't. The pathetic little sissy was too mesmerized by this dominant blonde goddess adorned in her own satin and lace, deftly applying her makeup. She was soooo feminine. And rob? Well, rob's eyes were too busy greedily concentrating on ~L~ynn's femininity  . A contradiction of the proud male having "conquered" the beautiful woman the night before. But he knew better. He had conquered nothing. He reached down to feel his sissy indicator getting excited by the beautiful ~L~ynn in all her feminine glory. As it pressed for release from beneath its satin and lace confines, rob knew it was She who had conquered him. For a fleeting moment he conjured up thoughts of never seeing her again as soon as he could escape her Doctor friend's beautiful estate. He would get his male clothes in due time and resolve never to see ~L~ynn again...

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"Good morning, Honey!" ~L~ynn interrupted rob's thoughts as she reached for her blush brush. Rob was too stunned to reply. He could only remember he was still pantied. ~L~ynn's beautiful smile and piercing blue eyes turned and faced her startled boytoy as he lay amongst the pink and wite satin and lace of the feminine canopied bed. "Wasn't last night just so much fun?" And then she dropped the bomb: "That was some of the best I have ever had! I had no idea a little sissy could be so much fun in bed!" The poor man stammered for a response. Another desperate opportunity in which to reclaim his masculinity.  But as he watched ~L~ynn swirl her blush brush in the powder, tap it, and then daintily apply it to her cheeks, he could only remember the ecstasy from the evening before. Her domination. Her beauty. Her feminine power. The more she had whispered those girly suggestions in his ear, the more excited his sissy indicator had become. How could he forget? He couldn't. His desperate attempt to deny his thoughts and the events from the night before had failed him. He knew the deal. And so did she. And then ~L~ynn continued, sweetly coaxing him from beneath the covers to join her on the settee as she applied her makeup. Yes, she knew what that night had been for her little boytoy. And she knew what it had represented for her, too...

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Rob managed to extract himself from beneath the pink and white satin sheets, still attired in his ruffled lace sissy panties. His sissy indicator already had renewed its excitement, barely concealed by the ruffled lace. And while the poor man felt he needed to remove the sissy confections,, as pangs of guilt and...yes, embarrassment, surfaced, he could not. He swallowed hard. "Honey," ~L~ynn spoke softly, "before we leave this morning, Jennifer will ask you to join us again for our next little weekend of fun. She will only ask you one time. She will expect an answer from you. If you decline, she will never invite you again. "Wh...wh...when is that next weekend, ~L~ynn? I might be playing golf," Rob half-heartedly responded. "June, Honey. Father's Day weekend.  The girls will be getting together up here for a long weekend. Friday and Saturday nights. We'll have so much fun, Honey! Remember, though, Jennifer never gets turned down more than once...We can ride up here together again." Rob thought for a second, eyeing the blonde beauty, desperately wanting to decline, remembering that was the weekend of the U.S. Open golf tournament. He and his buddies already had rented a condominium for the whole week. They would be drinking beer, playing poker, and going to the golf tournament for that whole week. They had been doing it every year for five years. And there would be plenty of women there, too. He couldn't back out on those guys. He just couldn't. ~L~ynn never said another word. She finished touching up her makeup, changed into a pair of jeans, her lacy white bra, and a sheer white blouse, retrieved Rob's male clothing for him, and told him she would meet him in the same room they had met in the night before. "Honey," ~L~ynn said as she left the bedroom and her new little sissy boytoy to ponder his thoughts, "I'll be with the girls. We'll be having tea before you and I leave. Jennifer will be expecting an answer to her little invite. Please don't disappoint me. Okay?" She closed the door to the feminine bedroom. Rob eyed the two little frilly party dresses which had added to the ambiance the night before. Still attired in his ruffled sissy panties, he gave in to his urge to quickly examine each dainty little frock in his moment of privacy. As he fingered the stiff bridal satin and frilly lace of the dainty little dresses, his sissy indicator strained within the confines of its own satin and lace prison. Now wanting to arouse any suspicion with ~L~ynn by remaining in the room for very long, he removed the sissy panties and began to change in to his male attire. By the time the poor boy had put on his shirt and pants, he realized the strong smell of delicate perfume permeated his body. And before he left the bedroom for the last time, he returned to the satin covers. Yes! They had been lightly perfumed and now it was impossible to remove it from his body. A final glance at the two dainty party dresses, and he shut the door behind him. Upon making his way into Dr. Jennifer Haynes's study, he saw these beautiful women engaged in girly chit chat, sipping their tea. Nancy, the beautiful dressmaker who now worked "exclusively" for Cinderella, was discussing "one particular little dress which would be quite appropriate..." "Oh! Hi Honey!" ~L~ynn interrupted Nancy. "How nice of you to join us girls for tea." The poor man meekly entered the room, almost fearful that ~L~ynn might divulge the events of their night together in the bedroom. He knew he was the center of attention. ~L~ynn motioned for him to join her on a leather couch. As soon as he sat down beside her, she planted a long wet kiss on his frightened lips. Her tongue slid deeply into his throat. "You are soooooo hot in bed, Rob!" she giggled as the girls stopped sipping their tea, and looked up to see the poor boy's reddened face. Meanwhile, Jennifer, dressed in a short white linen skirt and pale blue silk blouse, slowly crossed her long legs. The hint of a white lace slip peeked out, immediately grabbing poor Rob's attention. "Rob, you seem to have had a delightful weekend with ~L~ynn. How would you like to return for our next little retreat?" Rob swallowed hard, hoping against hope it would not be his golf weekend. "Father's Day weekend, the third weekend in June. We'll be here from Friday till Sunday. Just us girls. Nancy will be showing us a fabulous new collection of especially frilly little dresses and I have a special guest who will be joining us. A surprise guest. You'll be fascinated by her. We will be discussing behavior modification, particularly for boys. Our guest is a slightly older woman with a certain amount of first-hand experience. So will you be joining us, Rob?"...... All eyes were on ~L~ynn's boytoy. Rob knew he had to come despite what it would mean for his relationship with the guys. He remembered what ~L~ynn had said about refusing Jennifer's invitation. In a less than forceful voice, he meekly answered. "I'd love to join you." "How delightful!" Dr. Jennifer Haynes exclaimed. Then she turned to ~L~ynn and laughingly said, "He's a 'keeper', ~L~ynn." ...  `

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The few weeks that passed saw Rob increasing the number of his "secret" rendezvous to Cinderella at early-morning and late-night times. He was spending many other hours on his computer, searching endlessly for anything to satisfy his insatiable sissy appetite for satin and lace. As ~L~ynn's detective friend kept her informed of Rob's internet activities, Dr. Jennifer Haynes was forwarding this vital information to her "mysterious" friend, the older lady who would be joining the girls in June. ~L~ynn continued to present more and more dramatic and ultrafeminine party dresses in Cinderella's display windows. She was informed that Rob had quit going to New York and was spending his time on the computer, on the golf course, and in front of Cinderella when it was closed. His sissy obsessions and fetishes were feeding the woman's master plan to feminize and petticoat him. ~L~ynn was not seeing him, save for a couple of morning coffees at Angie's cafe. Absence truly would make Rob's heart grow fonder, she reasoned. And he had now stopped dating those girls in New York. The evening before the retreat to Jennifer's, ~L~ynn called her boytoy to say how much she had missed him. She had used her involvement with Cinderella as her excuse for being so busy lately. "So many girls are buying dresses this time of year, Honey!" she exclaimed. "The little frilly ones are so very popular! However, Cinderella will be closed Saturday so you and I can spend a nice relaxing weekend in the country. I'll be ready at four. Pick me up at Cinderella. Okay? Oh, by the way, Friday evening is formal. Jennifer enjoys dressing up from time to time. I bought you a suit, okay? You'll love it. I had it made especially for you!" "But ~L~ynn, you don't even know my size." "Of course I do, Honey. It's a woman's job to know her man's suit size. Trust me. See you tomorrow." She abruptly hung up the phone before Rob could say anything else. Meanwhile, Rob returned to his computer, searching "petticoat punishment," "petticoated," "petticoats," "sissy dresses,"...if only he knew. The next afternoon Rob pulled up in front of Cinderella in his black BMW. It seemed to be a symbolic vestige of masculinity for the latent sissy. ~L~ynn was standing outside Cinderella. Wearing a  sheer silk pale yellow shirtdress, mini-length, with a white lace minislip underneath, and white stiletto pumps, ~L~ynn towered over Rob. And she knew it, giving him an almost triumphant smile. She had to bend down to kiss him. This time she was carrying a small overnight bag and a garment bag. "Now don't look, Honey," she said, looking at the garment bag. "Your new suit is in there. I want to surprise you with it when we arrive. Okay, Sweetie?" She was too beautiful to resist. Rob simply nodded yes. As he opened the door for the beautiful blonde, he watched her lower herself into the leather seat, smoothing out her short skirt. The white lace of her silky chemise exposed itself. The bottom button on ~L~ynn's pretty dress remained unbuttoned. Rob knew it had been deliberately done. And ~L~ynn wanted him to know. After another quick kiss on Rob's cheek, ~L~ynn noticed a light red smudge on his cheek. She smiled and rubbed it in, a trick she had used on her own cheeks as a substitute for blusher. Pleasantries were exchanged and then ~L~ynn asked Rob, "I wonder who this mystery woman is who will be joining us tonight? Jenifer always has the most intriguing guests. The only thing they have in common is that they are always very strong women. Powerful women. Very successful in their vocations." Rob didn't answer. He just drove, not wanting to believe what he had told himself last night during his final late-night searches to satisfy his fetish for satin and lace: "Be careful what you wish for..." Meanwhile, ~L~ynn smiled to herself and recalled what Dr. Jennifer Haynes had said on the phone two evenings ago: "Sissies are always so impatient. They want instand gratification. On their own terms. Well, they're not in charge. We are. And we decide when it is time to put them in their place. And I have just the woman to assist us"...