PETTICOATED!

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Again rob looked at the beautiful ~L~ynn, his eyes pleading for her intervention. She was the only one now who might pull him from the suddenly all too real fantasy come reality. Madame shook the petticoat teasingly at her little boytoy. rob's sissy indicator responded deep within the double satin lined sissy panties. Thankfully, for the little man, the ultragirly rows of ruffled white lace hid this growing problem for him. Madame stepped one step closer. "PLEASE! ~L~ynn, please! Let's get out of here. Get my clothes!" This time, the beautiful blonde hesitated...almost contemplatively wondering in her own head if maybe, perhaps, she should help her little man out of this house and off the grounds of the massive gated estate. Madame looked at ~L~ynn. She knew the beautiful blonde might lack that final resolve. The beautiful blonde looked at her boyfriend again. He looked desperately back for her to come to his aid. But before ~L~ynn could respond, Madame seized control of the moment. Taking the stiff, lace befrilled rustling petticoat confection, she walked directly over to stand in front of the beautiful blonde. rob waited, watched, and then begged, "~L~ynn, let's get out of here. Go to the city for the week. This woman is crazy." Madame Chadwick calmly looked at the beautiful blonde, never dignified rob's last remark, and spoke directly to ~L~ynn, "My dear, you, too, need to be petticoated...for now. For good measure, of course. You DO understand, don't you? It will make things...how shall I say it...easier? Yes, easier. Then young master robbie will be less difficult for me to handle. Now, my dear, take off you pretty slip and put THIS on," she shook the frilly confection in front of ~L~ynn. The beautiful blonde was mesmerized. Stunned. "Quickly, my dear. The sooner I get you into a frilly little party frock the sooner my little sissy boy can understand that HIS own feminization and sissification IS inevitable." Dr. Jennifer Haynes, Angie, and Nancy all sat with their mouths open. ~L~ynn hesitated. Madame Chadwick did not. Reaching out with her left hand while she tantalizingly held the hissing little petticoat in her right hand, she waited for the beautiful blonde to hand over to her the satin and lace chemise slip. "Stand up, my dear, so I can put you into your petticoat." rob was too stunned to say anything. Madame smiled triumphantly at her little sissy man while ~L~ynn obediently complied. And then, in yet another defining moment of absolute control, Madame Chadwick handed the stiff lacy petticoat to the beautiful blonde and ordered her to put it on. "Slide the frilly petticoat up your legs s-l-o-w-l-y, my dear. V-e-r-y slowly, so young master robbie can understand once and for all that any resistance is futile..."

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Madame Chadwick stared triumphantly at poor little master robbie as this beautiful blonde, HIS girlfriend, was now under Madame's strict control. "You will pay dearly for your naughtiness and your obstinance, my little sissy boy. The naughtier the boy the more extreme the sissification. Stiff lace petticoats and frilly little party dresses will RULE you! You will be subjected to the most extreme methods of petticoat discipline possible. You shall pay dearly for this outburst this morning in front of the ladies." Meanwhile, the beautiful leggy blonde s-l-o-w-l-y slid the rustling petti confection up her long tanned legs. rob watched in amazement as the layers of taffeta and net lacily swished and rustled while this beautiful woman seductively and femininely toyed with the ruffled white lace hems of her own girly petticoat. She knew EXACTLY what she was doing. The crackling pettiskirts made their way slowly up her legs until,finally, this tall beautiful blonde had pulled the white satin waistband of the petticoat into place. Oooooooo...the petticoat was soooooo short, rob thought to himself. And sooooooo FULL.  So puffy. So...so...so...G-I-R-L-Y. ~L~ynn stood, almost triumphantly, in front of Madame Chadwick, seeking Madame's approval...and ignoring her sissy boytoy. "That's better, my dear," Madame smiled. Pointing to the short rustling petticoat, Madame Chadwick ordered the beautiful blonde to "fluff your skirts, my dear. They are a bit wrinkled." The beautiful blonde made delicious froufrou with her short stiff rustling pettiskirts until Madame nodded her head in approval. "My dear, check your lace. Some of your lace hems seem to be a bit wrinkled. We mustn't have wrinkled pettticoats, now must we?" This time, Madame Chadwick looked condescendingly at rob, and ordered him to "Stand here...beside me, sissy boy. Soon you will be in petticoats, too. Let this be a lesson to you. Little girls do not allow themselves to wear wrinkled petticoats. I shall conduct thorough inspections, and woe be unto you, my little sissy boy, if your own petticoats are wrinkled. Especially your lace. Watch very closely at how Miss ~L~ynn carefully corrects any wrinkled lace. ~L~ynn meticulously took her long painted fingernails and examined the lacy layers, her fingers toying playfully with her rustling skirts." Madame examined the stunning blonde's petticoat carefully... until she spotted a minor wrinkle on the side of one of the flared pettiskirts. Towering over her young male charge, She ordered rob to "Step forward. Now!" The pitiful little man meekly acquiesced. Madame Chadwick pointed her own long  painted fingernail to a small lacy area of ~L~ynn's petticoat that was still upturned. "Look there, sissssy boy. Do you see that lace? Fix it...!!!" rob gulped. His sissy indicator was going crazy. "Fix Miss ~L~ynn's lace! I shan't ask you again." The poor man gulped. All women watched. Rob knew he wouldn't be able to resist. He WANTED to touch the lace. He had to touch it. He CRAVED it!...

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Lace. Why did it have to be lace? Of course, rob knew. And so, too, did Madame Chadwick. She had seen too many just like rob. The macho image. Talk of football games, golf, cars, money, women...The silly masculine facade. Desperate to maintain it. Fearful of having certain...secrets...exposed. Oh how Madame Chadwick loved toying with them. Teasing them. Taunting them. Crushing them. Humiliating them. rob had to touch the lace. No matter how hard he tried to deny it. The large room was silent. All eyes were on him. ALL feminine eyes. He was the only male. Surrounded. Enveloped. By femininity. Slowly, very slowly, as if to show his disdain for what he had been ordered to do, he moved his small trembling right hand down towards tha ultimate symbol of femininity...of feminization...the PETTICOAT. But this was no ordinary petticoat. It was stiff. It was flared. Very flared. And it had so many layers. White. Lacy. Very lacy. Each stiff rustling layer deeply trimmed in lavish white lace. And it was worn so confidently by this beautiful blonde woman who had lured him to this beautiful home. And so...surrounded by racks of dainty frilly party dresses destined for him to be put into and these beautiful women who had gathered to witness the abject humiliation of a weak male, the little man gave into his temptation. His shaking fingers finally came to rest on this beautiful blonde's stiff petticoat, its lacy hem...he barely touched the lavish white lace hem, pulled his hand back as if to resist...and the inevitable response from Madame Chadwick followed, "Fix the lace on the petticoat, master robbie...just as you will be fixing the lace on your own frilly petticoats. Miss ~L~ynn must be properly frocked in a frilly party dress as soon as you have fixed her lace on her petticoat." Poor rob's sissy indicator raged with excitement as his masculinity slowly slipped away. "Take your sissy little hand...go ahead..." Pitiful rob could resist no longer. He reached down to the wrinkled, upturned lacy hem of ~L~ynn's petticoat and nervously plucked at the snow white lace until, finally, it had been returned to its proper position." He looked at Madame Chadwick, soliciting her approval. Madame was not satisfied. "Fluff Miss ~L~ynn's petticoat skirts until they have a bit more fullness in them before I put her into a frilly party dress. Go ahead. It will be good practice for you..." Poor rob looked up alarmingly at Madame Chadwick. "Of course, little boy, YOU will be wearing more than one petticoat under your dainty party dresses. Of that you can be certain..."

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And now poor rob was expected to take his beautiful blonde girlfriend's rustling stiff petticoat and fluff it our for Madame. A v-e-r-y feminine gesture, of course. He waited. And then he begged, "Oh, please, Madame, don't make me do this! Please!" "Nonsense, little man! Take Miss ~L~ynn's petticoat skirts and fluff them out. Now!"Madame's voice was firm. And final. Desperately, again, the poor boy's eyes frantically searched the room for anyone to come to his aid. Of course, these beautiful women had no intention of stopping Madame. And the only woman who might have come to his defense was now being skillfully dominated and petticoated herself. "The longer you delay, the frillier the dress you will be wearing for us, my dear boy," smiled Madame.  "And if this blatant lack of respect you are displaying right now is any indication of your reluctance to submit to my plan to feminize and sissify you, then you can expect my resolve to be quite uncompromising. Getting you into petticoats should change things, though. Now...do I apply the switch to your bottom or do you obey me? Fluff Miss ~L~ynn's petticoat." Madame took a switch and waved it in front of the simpering boy. Reluctantly, poor rob submitted. His trembling hands reached out to take ~L~ynn's stiff rustling lace petticoat, fluffed out its swishing skirts several times, looked at Madame for her approval, and Madame responded, saying in front of the women, "Fix her lace. ALL of it!" The pitiful defeated little man immediately acquiesced, his nervous fingers plucking carefully at each lacy hem as Madame towered over him. When he felt he had done an adequate job to please Madame, rob looked axiously at her for her approval. Meanwhile, ~L~ynn herself was mesmerized at the absolute control Madame had taken control over everybody in the room. And now ~L~ynn knew that she was being removed by Madame from any potential scenario  where ~L~ynn might have contemplated suddenly coming to the aid of rob. No, there would be no changing her mind about poor little rob's fate. It was sealed. Madame had already contracted for Nancy to create several frilly dresses which would fit the beautiful blonde...just in case! .......Quickly Madame Chadwick directed the sissy boy to follow her to a rack of dainty dresses off to one side, slightly apart from the others. "Perhap you would like to assist your pretty...girlfriend...in the selection of a frilly party dress for HER to wear, my dear boy?" And while Madame phrased her statement in the form of a question, rob knew better than to disagree.  The rack of frilly dresses appeared to be among the sissiest in the room. And these dresses were made to fit rob's statuesque girlfriend perfectly. Madame had thought of everything. ~L~ynn was still, captivated by what she was witnessing, standing in her place, wearing her stiff rustling white taffeta and net petticoat. Her long painted, and perfectly manicured fingernails were making delicious froufrou with her stiff lacy pettis. The rustle of the stiff lacy layers was intoxicating to hapless little rob.  Then this beautiful blonde woman, whom he had only known for a few months, with hypnotically feminine control over him, fingered the stiff lacy hems of her girly petticoats, looked at the little man squarely in his eyes, and made more froufrou with her pettis. Now ~L~ynn moved to the center of the room. The sound of her 4-inch white stilettos making their way deliberately across the oak floor almost startled rob.  ~L~ynn was now standing directly in front of rob. The blonde beauty towered over her "boyfriend."  Again she made froufrou with her petticoats. Now she looked at rob condescendingly, and she spoke to him. "Fix my lace, sissy. ALL of it." Rob froze. His breathing picked up. He could smell the flowery perfume. He studied her makeup. It was alll there. The blush, the eyeliner, mascara, eyeshadow, at least three different colors all blended so perfectly, and her lips, red...so red only a very confident and beautiful woman would wear it. Her diamond stud earrings, all of it. And of course, her petticoats. She now intentionally directed her playful fingers to wrinkle a noticeable portion of her petticoats. "You heard me, sissy boy, fix MY lace...on MY petticoats. She stared at him. And he knew this would be a defining moment in his relationship with this beautiful blonde woman. But he had to try. He just had to say no. To THIS humiliation, for sure...And then, he said it. But this is how poor rob said it. "Puh...leeeeeze...puhleeeeze....don't....make......me......." "Are you refusing me, sissy boy?" Countered ~L~ynn, now clearly embarrassed by rob's sudden defiance of her. The women in the room all watched, including Madame. It was now between  ~L~ynn and rob.  The tall blonde shook her short white lace petticoats again, creating even more wrinkles."Fix my lace, little sissy boy. MY little sissy boy... "

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Again poor rob stared into her beautiful face...her lips, her eyes, her makeup, all of it was so perfect. So feminine. And the women stared at him. They waited. ~L~ynn said nothing. The sissy approached ~L~ynn...slowly. He reached out towards her frilly petticoats. But ~L~ynn stopped the weak little man's hand from touching them. "Ask me, sissy. You MUST ask me first...for permission." The beautiful blonde then took the pitiful sissy's little hand and forced him to caress the lace hems of her stiff petticoats.  The sissy's breathing got heavy. "Feel them...feel my petticoats. Don't they just feel divine? And isn't my lace pretty? Go ahead. Touch it. Feel my lace.  Hmmmm...? Is it true a sissy is defined by the petticoats he wears...?" She giggled.  "Or maybe it's the frilliness of his dress?" The sissy's knees weakened...for the first time they really weakened...Now ~L~ynn moved in. She tightened her grip on the sissy's hand as it lay nestled in her petticoats. She tightened it even more. "Now, be a good little sissy and fix my lace while the girls and I chat." She didn't release her grip until the sissy complied. "May I please fix your petticoats?" asked ron. ~L~ynn was quick to correct the sissy. "Miss ~L~ynn, may I please fix the wrinkles in your petticoats?" The sissy repeated it to his former girlfriend. "Miss ~L~ynn, may I please fix the wrinkles in your petticoats?"  The beautiful blonde looked straight into her little sissy boy's eyes, put her hands on her hips in a distinctively girly feminine way, looked down at him condescendingly, and responded to the sissy's request to touch her petticoats. "Yes my sweet littlle sissy man. You may play with my petticoats. You KNOW you want to. I'll permit you, under one itsy-bitsy condition..." she paused. Then the beautiful blonde removed her hands from her hips, and folded them squarely in the froth and lace of her petticoats. "Here's my one condition...I get to play with YOUR petticoats...whenever I wish. Now...do we have a deal, Sissy?"   Rob nodded. "Good boy. Now I know that you and I have a little understanding, fix my lace. ALL of it. Enjoy this moment, my little sissy boy. Girly-girls are very particular about who we let play with our petticoats. However, because you are obviously a sissy, there is no doubt that you will respect my petticoats as that one definitive symbol of, what do they call it?...oh, yes...sissydom! Now...you may play with my pettis and fix their lacy hems while the girls and I have a chat." No resistance. None at all. The beautiful blonde had won. Resoundingly. And with that brief exchange, the silly man knelt  down in front of the tall blonde, nervously took his hands and placed them into the frothy net and lace layers, and began to correct the wrinkles. The women were stunned. Madame was pleased with ~L~ynn's course of action. The silence was broken by a question from Dr. Jennifer Haynes, while poor rob toyed with the lacy layers of the blonde's petticoats.  "Madame Chadwick, would you be so kind as to differentiate between petticoating, sissification, and feminization." "Of course, my dear. Petticoating emasculates the male immediately. Once he is petticoated, his male ego is crushed and humiliated. Intense humiliation is essential to the success of petticoating.  And when a sissy has certain fetishistic tendencies, you exploit those tendencies. Sissies who are predisposed to frilly petticoats, dainty party dresses, sissy panties, and all things feminine and lacy are actually the most fun to humiliate. You see, THEY know they're sissies. They put up token resistance..... rob's one of those. Aren't you, sissy boy?" Madame Chadwick stunned the sissy by her question. "Just look at him. It's obvious. Once I put him into a frilly party dress and petticoats, intense sissification will begin immediately. His inability to resist his dainty little party dresses will begin to sissify him at a rapid pace. He will be kept in frilly party dresses at all times. No exceptions. The more feminine and frilly the dresses and petticoats, the sissier HE becomes." Rob heard ALL of this. Every word of it. And now his sissy indicator was betraying him...and his masculinity. "I highly recommend an extended period of petticoating and sissification...especially the petticoating... Feminization is a discussion we can have later. Besides, I like to portray him for exactly what he is...a sissy. A very frilly, girly, ultrafeminine sissy. But still a boy. A petticoated boy. Dominated by beautiful, feminine women. A sissy boy who respects all women. Who proudly WEARS petticoats. It is the petticoats that define a sissy. Sissies have many weaknesses. This sissy has a real weakness for petticoats. The stiff lacy petticoats. Just like the petticoats he is playing with now. He knows it's coming...it's coming this morning...at a festive tea party attended by beautiful, powerful, sexy, very feminine women..."

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"Fix your girlfriend's lace, sissy boy," Madame Chadwick said to poor rob. "I will not tolerate wrinkled petticoats. And I shall not be patient for much longer. I shall give you thirty seconds longer to complete this simple little task. If you have not satisfactorily adjusted all of Miss ~L~ynn's  wrinkled pettis to my satisfaction then you can rest assure that I will have you practicing on your own frilly petticoats once you have been frocked and petticoated." The little man worked feverishly to complete this most humiliating task. His nervous little fingers toyed and plucked the stiff petticoats' lacy hems as the seconds flew by. And then, "Remove your hands from Miss ~L~ynn's petticoats, sissy!" Madame commanded. The poor boy obeyed instantaneously. The beautiful blonde looked down at the bouffant frilliness of her stiff lacy white petticoats. Rob's eyes looked up, desperately seeking her approval. Instead, the tall blonde looked down at the little boytoy and asked him, "Did you like playing with my petticoats, little sissy boy? Do you enjoy looking at them...wondering what it might feel like to be...wearing petticoats? Is that what a sissy boy...like you...craves? To be put into lacy petticoats and dainty frilly satin party dresses? You can't resist it, can you, my little sissy man? Oh...you wish you could. Prove to all of the beautiful women here...now...that you would NEVER allow us to humiliate you like this. The fact is...you can't resist. You can't stop us. Besides, you don't really think we would let you, do you? I mean, you ARE a sissy. And you DO know what we do to sissies, right?" rob was dumbfounded. ~L~ynn had clearly joined Madame Chadwick in the very public humiliation of him. And her femininity was now her weapon of choice.And rob knew that her awesome beauty and statuesque femininity would consume him. As if Madame were reading the little sissy man's thoughts, the stern woman interjected, "Slowly...verrrrryyyy s-l-o-w-l-y...my little sissy man...we are going to humiliate you...taunt you...emasculate you...and, finally.......petticoat you. Satin and lace. Frilly little party dresses...and oodles of stiff organdy and net petticoats...to display you  for the amusement of real women..."

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Madame directed the switch she held in her right hand down towards a lacy layer of the stiff net and organdy petticoat the beautiful blonde was proudly wearing. Laying the switch within an inch of the dainty confection, a bit of upturned snow white lace was pointed out to rob. "Fix it!" Madame ordered. rob fumbled nervously at the beautiful blonde's petticoat until the lace had been corrected. Just like that. No argument Not even a peep out of the little man. "Now we are ready to find just the right little party dress for you, my dear," Madame said to the tall blonde. "An especially frilly little frock for this oh-so special occasion. Something in satin, my dear. Satin is quite feminine, and just the perfect girly fabric for a party frock. And since we have a sissy in our presence...an especially feminine little sissy...we shall allow him the privilege of fitting you into your  frilly little party dress, my dear ~L~ynn." Madame looked at rob and ordered him to his feet. Standing  in front of the beautiful ~L~ynn, the blonde giggled slightly, made delicious frou frou with her stiff hissing pettis, and said, in the most girly voice imaginable, "Find me the girliest, sissiest, most feminine little dress you can, my little man...one short enough that my pretty lace petticoats are visible for you to see...I want your greedy little sisssy eyes focused on my petticoats so that you will be easy to sissify and petticoat...your weakness for my lace and my femininity will accelerate your own frilly little emasculation. Her fingers toyed with the lacy hems of her pettis. You see, my little man, the frillier MY dress, the easier YOUR own petticoating will be." Madame Chadwick smiled proudly as she heard her blonde pupil speak. "You are so right, my dear ~L~ynn." Then Madame pointed to a rack of white satin party dresses, each of them heavily embellished with white lace. Looking at Nancy, the exclusive dressmaker for this collection, Madame asked her, "Nancy, do ALL of these dainty little frocks have built in petticoats? They have the most beautiful FULL skirts!!!" "Yes, Madame!   Every dress I made has a double layer of organdy and stiff net sewn into the satin skirt. This, of course, allows for MAXIMUM fullness. This also allows for ANY frock to accommodate extra petticoats. The slightest movement of the swishy satin and net creates a very noticeable...and quite feminine...rustling sound. ~L~ynn's lacy petticoats will be IMPOSSIBLE hide to under any of these 'frilly little dresses." Madame continued, "And the dresses are quite short, my dear?" "Yes, Madame," replied the dressmaker. "Midthigh...or shorter." "Perfect!" Madame exclaimed.