PETTICOATED!

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Poor rob. So many nights he had spent countless hours on the internet, eagerly searching for those delightfully titillating stories of strong feminine girls in frilly dresses and petticoats slowly pulling a weak-willed sissy-in-denial into their web of satin and lace. He would fantasize about the poor boy who slowly gave in to her powers of feminine  persuasion. The strong-willed Auntie or stepmother. The older cousin. The "evil" stepsister. The tomboy down the street. And every time...eventually...the sissy in the story submitted. And every time poor rob got terribly excited. And then his memory flashed to his buddies at the golf tournament. Drinking. Hanging out. Being guys. This was the first year he had not been with them. Instead, he had chosen to spend another weekend with this beautiful blonde and her girlfriends... ~L~ynn never waited for an answer. "I can't wait to put on this pretty petticoat. Isn't it just too femmy? I just love the frilly lace. And there's so much lace!" The beautiful feminine woman guided the poor boy's hands through the multilayers of rustling white tulle, swishing them back and forth, immersing her boytoy's sissy thoughts in  the privacy of their ultrafeminine guest bedroom. Rob's breathing got harder as ~L~ynn sweetly asked him to shake it out for her. Of course he acquiesced. As he shook the frothy cloud of tulle and lace to even greater fullness, his pretty blonde girlfriend told him, "I want it to be as full as it can be when I have it under my dress. And then...I'm going to tease you with my lace. If you're a good little sissy boy, and you know that's exactly what you are, robbie, a sissy boy, I might permit you to touch it, to play with my lace, after we find a nice pair of satin and lace sissy panties for YOU to wear..." She took her right hand to lift up the frothy tulle pettiskirts that obscured the view of his sissy indicator. "Are your tight little boy pants confining your little sissy indicator, robbbie? Is 'he' excited at all this talk of frillies, lace, and petticoats? Is he addicted to lace, too? Wouldn't he just love to be all nestled in frilly satin and ruffled lace? We're going to have so much fun tonight, Honey! Now...help me with my petticoat! I'm sooooo hot!" As the beautiful domineering blonde slowly gathered the rustling skirts white bridal satin dress and its attached stiff organdy petticoats, she slowly raised it, ordering the poor sissy-in-denial to begin sliding the tulle and lace cloud up her long legs. The boy's trembling fingers took the rustling tulle by its common waistband, opened it, and allowed his beautiful woman to slowly step into it. From a kneeling position, he looked up toward the voluminous frothy confection's sea of white lace, following ~L~ynn's orders to slide it up her legs until it exploded around her into ultrafeminine splendor. She continued to direct him to adjust the lacy hems of the layers of whispering tulle, making certain that the lace hems ALL were neatly in their place. The adorable pink satin rosebuds on her pettiskirts only accentuated its exaggerated girly femininity. When ~L~ynn was finally satisfied with the job her little sissy boytoy had done adjusting her many lacy pettiskirts, she dropped the rustling white bridal satin skirts of her dainty party frock, gently resting them over the voluminous clouds of tulle and lace. Her boytoy was so mesmerized he had maintained his subservient kneeling position at her feet and was now looking up, greedily feasting his glazed eyes up this  beautiful blonde's ultrashort, ultrafeminine, and yes, ultrasissy, white satin party dress.  With an amused look on her beautiful face, she admonished the little sissy, "My, my, aren't you the naughty little boy...looking up my dress. Do you like what you see? Do you like my petticoats? Don't you wish YOU were a girl? So YOU could wear petticoats and a frilly little dress? Would you wear something this frilly? This girly? Hmmmmm....?"

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~L~ynn laughed girlishly at rob, fluffing her skirts to be sure the sissy continued his envious mesmerization. Her painted fingernails toyed with the lacy hems of her petticoats, "Touch my petticoats, sissy. You know you want to. You have my permission...but only this one time. IF you're a good little boy the rest of this evening, I may let you touch them again. But ONLY under MY supervision. You see, I'm the girl here. The REAL girl!" Rob instinctively moved his trembling hand upwards, towards the woman's frillies. But before his fingers could claim their prize, ~L~ynn admonished the sissy boy, "Under one little condition, sissy. Those silly boy clothes must come off. ALL of them! It's sissy panties for YOU, Sweetheart. The sooner we get you into something lacier and frillier, the sooner we can play in our bedroom. I'm getting hotter just thinking about it! Aren't you?"  Towering domineerinly over him, her hands prissily on her waist, the blonde beauty made frou-frou with her short rustling skirts, all the while noticing that glazed look in rob's eyes. The satin, the lace, the abject ultrafeminity of it all held a hypnotic control over this sissy. His fetishes, his fantasies, his excitement, and yes, even his fears were all ~L~ynn's personal possessions now. The more feminine she became, the prissier, girly-girlier hr actions, the more submissive her little plaything would become. His sissy indicator was about to burst the tight velvet sissy shorts the poor boy had been wearing all evening. Now it was ready to be sentenced to its own more enticing confinement-satin and ruffled lace sissy panties. Even frillier than those he had been forced to wear the previous weekend. Nancy had made certain of that. As the poor man continue to feast his eyes on ~L~ynn's frillies, she ordered him to his feet. "Now, my little man, let's get you undressed. Out of those ugly old boy clothes and into something, shall we say, more befitting of this evening. Offering to take the boy's shoes and socks first, ~L~ynn placed them in one of the bedroom's closets. The velvet jacket came next, followed by the sheer silk and lace blouse. She laid them on the pink and white satin and lace comforter over the canopied bed. It took ~L~ynn's skillful fingers to finally release the rob from his tight velvet shorts. As she slowly unhooked the fasteners, ~L~ynn knelt down close enough to rob for her voluminous petticoats to spill out from under her very short party dress and tickle the boy's exposed legs. After releasing the poor boy from the tight confines of the short-shorts, she laid them on the bed, too. Now only the frilly lace pantaloons remained. The very noticeable bulge revealed the poor boy's overwhelming excitement at what was transpiring. Moving to a tall white lingerie chest, ~L~opened to se it chock full of pale pink and white satin, ruffled lace and pink bows. She smiled to herself. Yes, Nancy had done her job beautifully! Of course, the laciest and frilliest pair lay right where Nancy said they would be. These were even lacier than the previous ones. There were more ruffles and the lace semed to be at least two inches wider. It was stiff ruffled lace. The white bridal satin of the sissy panties could barely be seen at all because of the abundance of lace. To be sure, ~L~ynn had made certain that Nancy had crafted the sissy panties of double satin, along with a satiny pouch inside the panties for rob's sissy indicator. Closing the drawer and turning to face rob, ~L~ynn proudly displayed the lacy confection for the wide-eyed sissy to see. The bulge grew inside the pantaloons. "Hand me your pretty pantaloons, Honey, so I can get you into these adorable sissy panties. Then you may feel my petticoats." Moving slowly, coquettishly, swishing her satin dress deliberately, she stared right through the soul of her boytoy. "Now, be a good sissy for ~L~ynn, okay?" ...

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The week with the guys and the golf tournament and carousing and drinking were the farthest things from this poor man's mind at the moment. While rob knew his masculinity was now slipping away, his ability to resist this feminine goddess was nonexistent. It was SHE wearing the dainty sissy dress. It was SHE wearing the frilliest and most ultrafeminine of petticoats. It was SHE who was in control. It was SHE who knew just how to tantalize and titillate. And besides, to "resist" would be to betray his own sissy indicator. SHE would know his heart wasn't in it. Besides, he reasoned, he could always tell her in the morning he needed to leave.  An urgent meeting, perhaps. He'd make up something. As long as he could avoid those other women he would be okay. Keep it in the bedroom, he thought to himself. Of course, ~L~ynn knew he would not be going anywhere in the morning. She had only just begun her campaign to feminize him. And yes, Dr. Jennifer Haynes had already warned her about those sissy boys who "never let their true sissy side be totally exposed." She had told ~L~ynn that this sissy would be no different. She warned ~L~ynn that many like rob "get their jollies off" and then slide back into the real world. Of course, Madame Kyra Chadwick was acutely aware of that, too. And when the time came, Madame's many years of petticoating successes in England would be used again. Madame had been petticoating lads for decades. And before, as a young girl, she had observed her mother. Putting wayward sissies in their proper place, in dresses and petticoats, were her specialty. Humiliating and feminizing them amused her. And from what she knew about this particular little man, besides his incredible wealth, were ALL his fetishes, his fantasies, his vulnerabilities. Yes, she would be rewarded handsomely for this latest client. And she would move quickly to crush any male resistance that might surface. And she knew it would. But she had very special techniques to assure her little sissies-to-be that they would be petticoated and feminized the only way she knew how - permanently.

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~L~ynn swishingly made her way to stand directly in front of rob. Dangling the froth of white satin and ruffled white lace in front of him, she waited for him to remove his pantaloons. As the boy slid them down his legs, he instinctively tried to cover his exposed sissy indicator, itself shamelessly betraying any attempt rob might make to deny his addiction to satin and lace. ~L~ynn smiled, "My, my, Honey! I do believe you've passed my little sissy test in flying colors! Now tell me...tell me you're a little sissy boy. Would you like to play with ~L~ynn's petticoats? Feel my lace? Watch me struggle to keep my petticoats from showing? I'm afraid that's impossible! My frilly little dress is just toooo short to hide my petticoats." His sissy indicator grew. "Here," she teased. "Put these on. They're called SISSY panties! Of course, you already know that, don't you." He hesitated. "Be quick about it, sissy boy, or you could find yourself frocked in a dainty party dress tonight just like mine.  A sissy dress for a little sissy boy. Then we could play together in our frilly dresses. Be all girly. Feminine. Sugar and spice. Satin and lace. Dainty." His sissy indicator continued to respond. She looked at it and acknowledged so, by saying, "Is my little man getting all excited?" Rob swallowd hard. He gulped. His face was on fire. "~L~...~L~...~L~ynnnnn...p...p...puhleeze don't put me in a dress. Please!" "Oh my! The cries of a desperate sissy. A sissy in denial. Glancing at the racks of frilly party dresses in the corner of the room, she declared, "I'm getting impatient, robbie. Put these on! Now!" She handed him the ruffled sissy panties and then hovered over him as he slid them up, and into place. "That's better, sissy boy. I just love the two pink satin bows on each side, don't you, sissy?" He gulped. "Now...play with your ruffled lace. Go ahead, sissy. I know you want to...go ahead...feel it..feel YOUR lace...feel your SISSY lace." he couldn't help it. This ultrafeminine dominant woman, in her short satin party dress with layers of exposed petticoats, knew she had him completely under her control. "Play with your lace, Sissy Robbie.  Be a good little sissy boy for me. Don't make me put you in a frilly dress." A mix of ecstasy and shame gripped the poor man at the same time. His sissy indicator begged him to give in. To play with the rows of ruffled white lace on his sissy panties. And so he did. He submitted. Slowly, he took his right hand and flicked the layers of dainty white lace with his trembling fingers. His sissy indicator responded accordingly. His girlfriend smiled triumphantly. "Good boy. Good sissy boy. Now would you like to feel my petticoats? Touch them? Fluff them? Hmmmm...?' Rob shamefully nodded that he would. "I can't hear you, Honey," she replied, her long fingers girlishly toying with the lacy hems of her pettis. "Go ahead, sissy boy. Be brave for me. At least be 'man' enough to do this. Say it." "May I touch your petticoats, ~L~ynn?" "Say please." "Please," rob answered quietly, a hint of shame in his voice.  "And why do you need to play with my petticoats, sissy?" Now she was taunting him...and enjoying it. "Tell me." "Because...because..." "Be brave for me." "Because...they're pretty," he hoped the answer would suffice. It did not. "And? Go ahead. Tell me." "Because...because..." "Say it." "I...I...I...am...a..." he hesitated, swallowing hard. ~L~ynn stood in front of the poor man, her hands on her hips. Her dainty satin party frock too short to hide the multitude of her lace petticoats. "...I...I...am...a s...s...s...sisssss...sissy." He swallowed hard. The beautiful blonde smiled triumphantly, "You're a what, Honey?" "I'm a...a... sissy." ... The words were stinging. He couldn't believe what he had just said. But he knew he just had to touch his beautiful woman's frilly petticoats. He HAD to. Of course, ~L~ynn had been advised by Dr. Jennifer Haynes that until tears, real tears, came to a sissy's eyes, that the sissy had not been broken. That would come, however. And it would come soon.That would be the work of Madame Chadwick...during morning tea...

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"Yes, Honey, you ARE a sissy. You just can't help it, can you? And now we are all alone. In this frilly  bedroom. You in your lacy undies. Come with ~L~ynn, Honey, and don't be afraid." Stopping momentarily in front of the vanity, she sat down on the satin cushioned settee, smoothing out her petticoats and taking more than enough time to fluff the many layers of tulle and lace to afford her little man a generous view. "Here, robbie, sit down next to me while I freshen my lipstick." She tapped gently on the settee, swept her layers of petticoats into her fingers to create a space for him, and after he sat down, released her pettis and spread them over his exposed legs. "Oh my, now you're covered in petticoats, too! How sweet! Now you may touch them. Feel them. Play with the pretty lace hems. Go ahead, sissy boy. I know you're just dying to." And then she took a lipstick from the top of the vanity, opened it, and slowly applied a soft pink shade to her lips. With her left hand, she reached over and took rob's hand and rested it on a layer of satin, tulle, and lace." Go ahead, sissy boy. I just love lace, don't you? I feel so girly. So feminine. Of course, you're wearing your own satin and lace, too. May I play with your frilly lace, sissy boy?" Rob just nodded. ~L~ynn pursed her lips, checked her lipstick, closed the tube, and skillfully made her way through her petticoats to discover the sissy boy's prize. Her painted fingernails played with the ruffled lace, as she remarked, "My, these really are very femmy panties. I'm a girl, and I don't ever remember wearing panties this lacy. Of course, you are a sissy, aren't you?" She continued to play with the rows of ruffled white lace while the poor boy followed her directuions to adjust her petticoat skirts for her. "Normally, a girl would be terribly embarrassed to be making such an immodest display of her petticoats. A real boy might make fun of me for wearing something so girly..so sissy. I remember one time, many years ago, a boy did make fun of me. He called me a sissy girl. I told him one day I'd get even for that. One day I would take it out on a weaker boy. On a sissy.  Oh my, your sissy indicator is responding to this quite appropriately, isn't it? I'm just going to have to do something abou this. Follow me to the bed, robbie..." The poor man's final remaining masculine instinct reared up and he eagerly followed the beautiful blonde over to the feminine bed. Sitting down and again smoothing out her petticoats, she motioned for her boytoy to join her. "Is it getting warm in here, robbie? Maybe I need to take my dress off. Would you like that? Would you like to help me out of my frilly dress? Of course, my petticoats will be exposed. Think you can handle it, sissy?" She smiled at the poor boy, got up, fluffed out imaginary wrinkles in her dress, and invited the boy to begin unbuttoning each of the many pearl buttons in the back of her dress. As he did, ~L~ynn made certain rob was standing close enough to her so his exposed legs would feel the stiff bridal satin skirts, buoyed by layers of petticoats, swish against his sissy panties. When rob had completed his task, ~L~ynn directed him to raise the dainty frock over her head while she knelt down momentarily. Once it was off, the frilly dress found itself in rob's hands. Holding it in front of ~L~ynn, he looked desperately for a hanger. ~L~ynn seized the moment, of course, to "suggest" that the hapless sissy hold the dress up against his smallish body. Standing over the poor boy in her lacy bra and swishing petticoats, she pressed the frilly sissy dress against the boy. She fluffed its attached rustling organdy petticoats. She swished the bridal satin back and forth. "Stand still, sissy boy." She stepped back to examine the effects of the poor boy, sizing up the dress against his body. "It's just a little too big," ~L~ynn remarked. "Too big? Too big for who?" rob asked, feigning surprise. "For YOU, of course!" she fired back. "A sissy's dress should ALWAYS be a frilly little party dress, no longer than midthigh. Very short. With oodles of petticoats. And the sissy's petticoats should be exposwed at ALL times. To remind everyone what he is. Weak. Simpering. Dainty. Submissive. Do you not agree?" Rob was stunned by that question. How could he answer it. ~L~ynn had made her point. She had scared him. Foreshadowed him. And then she took the dress from him, returned it to a white satin hanger and placed it on one of the dress racks in the corner of the room. Then she returned with two hangers and ordered rob to hang up his velvet sissy suit for morning tea, "Unless you'd rather join us in the morning for tea in a frilly frock." Laughing, she turned down the lights, shoved the young sissy on the bed, and excitedly whispered in his ear, "I am soooo hot!" ...

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Rob had never experienced a night like that in his entire life! Thinking back on all the women, the dating, the clubbing...he had used his wealth and his status to convince those women to dress the way he preferred...all of them had worn the silky lingerie, short skirts, lacy bras, etc. And it had always worked when he decided to take them to bed. He had always been in control...until now. Until last night. ~L~ynn had already gotten up, apparently, and was nowhere to be seen. God, she was good. No. She was great! A "keeper," Rob thought to himself. He had gotten just what he wanted, in the privacy of the bedroom. And now he would skip that ridiculous "tea time," go jogging on the estate, come back, and watch some golf on television. Yes, he'd gotten just what he wanted out of this weekend. And then he focused on the bedroom. The frilly, pink, lacy, satiny, bedroom. The satin and lace comforter that covered him. The white satin sheets with their lavish white lace trim. And then there were the dresses...frilly, dainty, satiny...and sizes much larger than the juvenile dresses which had been in the room the last weekend he was there. As much as he tried to think about his performance the night before, he was still drawn to the dresses. And then his thoughts were interrupted by a key turning in the door to the bedroom. It was ~L~ynn. God, she was beautiful! Even in the morning. Her long blonde hair cascaded down past her shoulders. She was wearing a white satin robe, trimmed in white lace. She locked the door behind her, and walked over to the bed. The front of her robe was just open enough to reveal a lavishly lace-trimmed white satin chemise. A small pale pink bow lay at the center of the bodice, between her two beautiful b ( " at " ) #$%^&. Her long blonde hair flowed down on both sides, framing her beautifully made up face. Her blush had been expertly applied to her rosy cheeks. The blue frosted eyeshadow deftly applied with just a touch of shimmering white above it. And her lips were a medium shade of cotton candy pink. A sissy would notice her makeup, ~L~ynn surmised, as she allowed the little man to survey her femininity. Moving closer to him on the bed, the blonde beauty laid a wet kiss on her little man. Her lipstick even tasted like cotton candy! Trying to maintain his macho persona, that "I just had a geat night of s ( " at " ) #" image, Rob rubbed his eyes, yawned, and asked, "What time is it?" "Time for you to take a bath. It's almost 9:00. Tea time is in one hour," ~L~ynn answered, her repainted red fingernails resting on the lavish lace hem of her satin chemise. "I think I'm going to pass on the tea time thing, ~L~ynn. I need to get in a run. The golf is on at 1:00 and if I can't be there, well, at least I can watch it." ~L~ynn knew this would happen. Jennifer and Madame had prepared her. The blonde beauty resorted to her femininity, her feminine persuasion, to try to lure the man to her little tea party. She began playfully kissing on his cheeks, moving under the cool satin sheets, her perfume, her makeup, her lace, her femininity...all too much for the defenseless sissy boy. A few minutes later, a dishevelled rob was coaxed to the bathroom..."We can't keep the other girls waiting, Honey, now can we?" ...

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"I'm gonna pass, ~L~ynn. You guys go ahead without me." "Soooo...you're not joining me?" "That's right." "But you promised." "I said I'd think about it, ~L~ynn. And I've thought about it and I'm not going. I need some clothes. Get my overnight bag, will you? My sweats are in there. You go ahead. I'll catch up with you early this evening. The golf should be over around 7:00." ~L~ynn kept her cool. "Okay, rob. If you're sure." "I am." With that, ~L~ynn unlocked the door and exited the bedroom, grinning to herself all the way down the hall. She didn't even bother to lock the door. After all, she reasoned, where was rob going to go. All of his male clothing was gone. She found Jennifer and Nancy in the study, preparing for tea time. And there were dresses everywhere! It was like being in a mini-Cinderella! Only these dresses were special dresses. Designed by Nancy...but with the advice and consultation of...Madame Chadwick. And of course, they were sized just to fit one particular little sissy. A little sissy, who at the moment, had decided not to cooperate. ~L~ynn decided to attend the little gathering dressed just as she was. Her satin and lace gown and her lacy white satin chemise. However, a pair of white 5-inch stiletto heels would be on her feet. The other ladies all wore pants, except for Kyra Chadwick. Madame Chadwick was dressed in a pencil thin black silk skirt, sheer white silk blouse, matching black silk jacket, dark stockings, and black stiletto pumps. As was her style, her jet black hair was pulled back in a bun, her makeup, immaculate. At precisely 9:00, the ladies gathered in the study, amazed at the extensive collection of dainty sissy dresses prominently displayed. Numerous racks, holding four to five frilly frocks each, were strategically placed in the study. A single empty straight-backed chair sat in the middle of the room. "Jennifer, is the teapot on? Have you pulled the cups and saucers." "Kyra, I have my nicest sterling silver tea set and porcelain tea cups and saucers.  They are in the auxiliary kitchen down the hall." "And the aprons, my dear?" "Oh yes! Nancy did a fabulous job!" "Excellent, my dear!" Turning to ~L~ynn, Madame offered, "~L~ynn, are we ready to proceed?" "Yes, Kyra. After this morning, I'm more than ready." Madame replied,"And you do understand that I must have ABSOLUTE control." "Yes, Kyra. Go for it!" In a tall narrow bronze cylinder-shaped can, Madame extracted a long branch from which she had many to choose. ~L~ynn's eyes widened. The other women's eyes widened, too. "I prefer hazel to birch or hickory. It seems to have the most flexibility. It produces a very painful sting on the bottom when forcefully applied.  This shouldn't take long. Ladies, if you'll excuse me." The women in the room sat in stunned amazement. Madame said it so matter-of-factly that they had no time even to question her. She made her way out of the study and strode confidently to the frilly guest bedroom. She entered without knocking. She heard the shower running. She waited until the water stopped. And then Rob, wearing nothing but a thick pink towel around his waist, came in to meet her...face to face. Madame smiled warmly at the stunned little man, "The ladies are disappointed that you have chosen not to join us for our morning tea, Master robbie." "What the &^%$ are you doing in here?!? Get out!! Now!!" "Now, now, that's not very nice, is it? "I've simply come to check on you and convey the disappointment of our little group. No reason to use such nasty language...especially in the presence of a lady. Now...we can do this the easy way or...if you insist..." With that, she waved the thin hazel switch across the front of her body with her right hand and let it gently hit her left. She smiled. She waved it at him again. She tapped her right heel up and down on the plush carpet. "I'm getting impatient, dear. What'll it be?" "You're &^%$# ( " at " ) ! crazy!" Now Madame moved closer to rob. And closer. And closer. Pointing the switch directly at the towel, she calmly said, "The ladies are waiting and the tea is getting cold." Rob gulped. In heels, Madame Chadwick towered over him. This was NOT the way he had imagined this scenario in one of his many fantasies. This was too real. "Y...Y...You........You're.....kiddddd...kidding.............right?" He feigned a laugh. "Do I look like I'm kidding, young  Master Robbie?" Why did she keep calling him Master robbie, he  thought. She was deferring to him. Demeaning him. Then Madame took the switch and pointed at the towel, "What will you be wearing to our little tea party? Your adorable little sissy suit or...perhaps, a frilly little dress?" ...