PETTICOATED!

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"In a swish of rustling pettiskirts, the tall beautiful blonde slid out from the surounding party frocks that now trapped poor rob. The equally tall, dominant, and undeniably feminine Dr. Haynes followed. rob watched ~L~ynn's generous frilly display of white lace petticoats teasingly displaying themselves as the blonde beauty vanished, searching for what he knew were destined to be HIS petticoats. Meanwhile, the tall, firm, and svelte Madame Chadwick cut off any escape route the cowering sissy man might have entertained. He was engulfed in the racks of satin and lace party dresses. And now Madame had firmly planted the ultrafeminine, ultra-sissy, white satin party frock that ~L~ynn had just selected against his frail body. Madame plucked at the ridiculously short full satin skirts of the dress. And just as ~L~ynn had done, Madame carefully examined the numerous attached taffeta and net petticoats already sewn into the dress, marvelling at how many additional peticoats she would be forcing her latest victim to wear. She shook the frilly little frock in front of rob, commenting, matter of factly, "Petticoating you is going to be so much fun! I cannot wait to see your sissy tears flow when you realize how very permanent your sissification and feminization is to be.  I just adore humiliating little sissy boys like you in front of beautiful, feminine, dominant women."  "Please...puhleeeze...don't...do...this...to...mmm...mmm...eeeee...rob's voice trailed. Madame laughed. She held the frilly frock again squarely against rob's body. "My dear little man, you know it is too late. You know resistance is futile." Rob knew. But he had to try. Alas, though, his last, desperate plea for respite was interrupted by the beautiful ~L~ynn and Dr. Haynes. Each of them squeezed their way back into the plethora of dresses until they faced the little man, their arms laden with net, taffeta, and lace. Madame then ordered the cowering sissy from the surroundings of the frilly dresses and directed him to "stand in the center of the room..."

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rob knew he couldn't refuse Madame. He never even tried. Not even the slightest whimper of resistance came from his trembling lips. Madame, smiling triumphantly, returned the dainty little party frock to its matching satin hanger, held it out for the little man to take, and spoke firmly, "Bring your frilly dress with you, my petticoat slave. As soon as we get you into petticoats, you'll be wearing your very first frilly little frock for your "coming out party!" The cruel woman laughed at her latest male victim, handed him his first sissy dress, brushed aside the numerous other dresses surrounding them, and led the little man to the center of the room, rob carrying his own frilly dress. "Now, my adorable little sissy boy, hold the dress up against your frail little body so that the ladies can see it before you put it on." rob froze...just for a second...until he heard Madame say authoritatively, "DO IT!" And he did. Obediently, and shamefully, out in the open, in front of these beautiful, feminine, powerful women, he dutifully took the short frilly satin dress by the hanger and placed it squarely against his simpering excuse for a male body. Angie teased, "Does Sissy like her frilly little party dress? " The ladies laughed. And then the beautiful blonde, ~L~ynn, who had skillfully lured Her little man to this private estate with Her delightfully feminine girlfriends, relishing in their humiliation of this weak male, emerged, holding the ultimate symbol of any sissy...the petticoat. OMG! rob's knees weakened. he gulped. He was sweating now. His breathing was heavy. A beautiful blonde, over six feet tall, standing directly in front of him, herself attired in the essence of ultrafeminity and sissydom, pursed her lipstick-coated lips, tossed her long blonde hair to one side, made frou frou with her own deliciously stiff and lacy petticoats, and then ordered the little man to hand her his sissy dress. Gazing at the short satin confection for a second, she giggled teasingly, took the frilly satin dress from rob, and stated matter-of-factly, "Before I put you into your first party dress, you're going to need some petticoats. And because you're a special sissy, one with a serious fetish for all things dainty, lacy, and feminine, I've chosen some very special petticoats...just for you!" And what this beautiful blonde feminine woman produced, holding it up in front of her captive boytoy, was even more "sissy" than even this poor man could ever have envisioned. Or fantasized. A white cloud. Rustling. Lacy. FULL. VERY FULL. He had never seen anything like this ever...not on his late-night internet scavenger hunts, in the old magazine and catalog ads, or in the store windows, including Cinderella's. As ~L~ynn shook it again, the petti hissed, as if it were taunting the little man. Almost daring him to cast away his last seconds of "masculinity." The blonde beauty shook it again, right in his face. She plucked at the layers of lace. She looked down condescendingly at the poor little man. "Do you like what you see?"  She giggled...

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Now the poor little man's sissy indicator was going crazy. Buried beneath the confines of its own satin prison and completely covered in a plethora of layers of ruffled white lace, it had taken over the poor sissy's thought processes. rob's eyes greedily feasted themselves on the petticoat. And then he looked at the beautiful blonde's own layers of net and lace. ~L~ynn moved in for the kill. "Here, Sissy, hand me your party dress. I'll hang it nice and neat on this dress rack so we can ALL look at it while we get you into some petticoats. Be a good boy...hand me your frilly little dress. You're just going to ADORE wearing it! I can't wait to see you in it! But first things first. You need to be petticoated. You've beeen a very bad boy. Pretending to be a man. Masquerading as a...a...boy! It's obvious you need to be in dresses. And you are in dire need of strict petticoat discipline. We need to eradicate all of those nasty male tendencies. Make you totally subservient to women. Feminize you. You can't resist. And you know it." Now Madame moved in for the kill, too. "Admit you are a sissy. Admit it." rob hesitated. "You know you are. It's obvious." rob froze. He swallowed. "Say it! Say it, SISSY!" Madame ordered. ~L~ynn made feminine frou-frou with her pettis. She held the stiff but dainty petticoat in front of her boytoy. OMG! It was SO FULL! rob's resistance instantly crumbled.  "I...I..." he stammered. "Go ahead. We're waiting, SISSY!" Madame demanded quickly. I...I...neeed to be...pet...pett...petti...petticoat...petticoated..." Madame smiled. "Out with, it SISSY! Now...Say it again" "I need to be... i need to be petticoated." ~L~ynn smiled widely. She toyed with the lace of her own petticoat layers teasingly. Seductively. Femininely. Triumphantly. "Say it again," Madame ordered. "Only this time...say it like you mean it. Go ahead. We're waiting..." rob feasted his eyes on the petticoat ~L~ynn was holding...the petticoat she was holding for HIM...the ultimate symbol of her dominance over him, and acquiesced. His raging sissy indicator had overtaken him. "I need to be petticoated." There. he had said it. But Madame wasn't satisfied. "You've been a bad boy, haven't you, Sissy?" "Yes, Madame."  "And bad boys get petticoated, do they not?" "Yes, Madame."  "Yes, my little sissy man, they do. And they wear frilly little satin dresses. And they subjugate themselves to women." Madame took the stiff lacy petticoat from ~L~ynn, describing its every tantalizing detail for the ladies. She began by acknowledging ~L~ynn's dressmaker friend, Nancy. And then Madame turned her attention...fully...to  rob. "My dear, this petticoat has been specifically made to suit the requirements that I put forth for any male I intend to sissify permanently." Taking the stiff petti and shaking it in front of the hapless sissy, she detailed its every beautiful, yet subjugating and sissifying feature. "It is made entirely of paper nylon and starched net. Three-tiered. Gathered. Three layers, and four tiers on each layer. ALL three layers are trimmed with wide flat lace on the bottom of each tier." Holding the petticoat by its top, Madame continued, "The top of the petticoat, up to the waistband, is made of beautiful white bridal satin..." And then Madame looked deep into rob's soul, and continued. "Notice, of course, the pink ribbon bows and delicate pink rosebuds embellishing the outer skirt. He's just going to love wearing this!" She continued. "I specifically requested the paper nylon because of its stiffness, as well as the starched net. When I first put a male into petticoats and dresses, the swaying movement of the his petticoats, the constant swishing sounds, and especially the exposed lace have a strong feminizing effect on ANY male. It accelerates his feminization and crushes any remaining masculine tendencies. And, of course, it is PERFECT for wearing underneath those dainty little satin party dresses ESSENTIAL to the feminization and sissifiation of ANY male." Then Madame pointed to dress rack, where the dainty, frilly, little pale pink satin party frock, characterized by its ultrasissy bouffant frilliness now was so prominently displayed. "He will adapt feminine mannerisms much faster when he is in frilly dresses and stiff petticoats." Madame dropped another bombshell. "Of course, I prefer MORE than one petticoat, just to be certain. Dr. Haynes, did you not choose a petticoat, too, for our young man?" The beautiful Dr. Jennifer Haynes smiled, glanced menacingly at rob, and held yet another FULL petticoat for the ladies..and the sissy... to see. Madame took the second petticoat from the beautiful hypnotherapist and shook it menacingly in front of her latest victim. Calmly explaining, Madame said, "Like the sissy's first petticoat, this dainty confection, too, is a mere 17 inches long. It has three layers and will be worn beneath the more decorative petticoat Miss ~L~ynn has chosen for him. But this, too, has a layer of paper nylon. As I said a moment ago, paper nylon is essential because it constantly is rustling and swishing. Notice the first layer of this stiff little petti has three tiers of white organza and a bottom tier of pink organza. The second layer has three tiers of starched paper nylon and a bottom tier of pink organza. The third layer is three tiers of starched white net. Of course, these petticoat layers, too are deeply embellished with snow-white lace. Together, the petticoats will constantly expose their lacy hems and create the kind of rustling and swishing which quickly becomes highly intoxicating to a male undergoing severe petticoat discipline. And when  the victim is a latent sissy already with a serious fetish for these very ultrafeminine and dainty undies, well,..." Madame paused, laughing, "Subjugation is virtually inatantaneous!"...

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Madame turned back to her victim and ordered rob to "Admit you have been a very bad boy. Go ahead. The ladies are waiting." She took the first petticoat, the extremely sissified confection, from ~L~ynn, displayed it prominently to the sissy, caressed and fingered its lacy hems teasingly, and smiled knowingly at Her simpering helpless victim. rob swallowed hard. his mouth was dry. his face was burning. The eyes of every beautiful woman in the room were fixed on him...on this moment. Madame zeroed in, mercilessly, Make NO mistake about this...Slowly, very slowly I'm going to humiliate you and embarrass you. Slowly, very slowly, the last remaining vestige of masculinity will be stripped away. I know your weaknesses. Your vulnerabilities. I know ALL of them..." Madame laughed gaily. "Now...say it..." With that, the room grew silent. Madame rustled the stiff petticoat. It hissed at rob. It spoke the language of a sissy. "We are waiting, Sissy robbie." And then rob, pathetically, spoke those words. "I need to be petticoated. I've been a bad boy." "And you need to be put into frilly dresses?" "Yes, Madame." "Then you admit that you're a sissy?" rob hesitated to answer. Madame's icy blue eyes stared right through him. "Y...y...yessss, Madame." "Say it!" "I am a sissss...sssssyyyy..." The word trailed off, finally into a moment of silence. "good. That's better. Confesssion is always good for the soul.  Yes, you are a sissy. Or at least you may think you are. But, really, you're not. At least not yet. Because when I am through training you, there will be absolutely no doubt what you are. Noooo, my little man...your training will be the absolute most intense form of petticoating one can imagine. I have very special plans for you, my dear..." And then Madame took the ultrafeminine lacy confection and handed it to her charge. "Before any of MY sissies put on petticoats, they must clearly understand that I am in complete control. Let me begain with a few basic rules. Rule number one: You are prohibited from playing with, or touching, your petticoats, whenever you are on public display, which will be often.  The degree with which your mannerisms become ultra-girly and ultrafeminine will determine how frequently you are allowed to touch them. While the exquisite pleasure of petticoating may excite you, it is also my means to an end. You see, my dear little man, the more exaggerted and feminine your dresses and petticoats are, the more submissive and feminine you will become. Rule number two: Once we have put you into your first frilly party dress, you are forbidden from attempting to pull your skirts down to cover your petticoats. It is the natural inclination of all males who are being petticoated to eventually want to conceal the lace and ruffles which emasculate them. Any attempt to conceal your pettis will result in the most severe of punishments. Rule number three: Wrinkled petticoats will not be permitted. Period. Rule number four: Perfect curtseying is expected at all times. Any time you enter a room with women in it, you will perform a deep curtsey. Any time a woman addresses you, you will curtsey. When you are serving tea, you will curtsey. Before leaving a room, you will curtsey. Rule number five: You will SMILE at ALL times! Rule number six: You will be given a small makeup bag packed with all of your essential cosmetics. You will daintily carry your cosmetic bag with you AT ALL TIMES, directing it out for all women to see unless directed otherwise by me or one of the ladies in this room. Rule number seven: You will be ordered several times a day to 'present yourself' for a lingerie inspection. When ordered to do so, you will s-l-o-w-l-y raise the skirt of your frilly dress so that your petticoats may be inspected, layer by layer. Whenever guests are invited to the home, expect a petticoat inspection. Rule number eight. WOMEN HAVE ALL THE POWER. You are completely at our mercy. I will expect TOTAL obedience at ALL TIMES....Now, my little pantywaist, do you have any questions?..."

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rob gulped. Madame moved forward, carying the ultrafrilly petticoat in her hand. She backed rob all the way back to the frilly little party dress displayed so prominently on its own private dress rack. Now she oohed and aahed over the frilly little dress, while holding the stiff lacy petticoat directly in front of him. She taunted rob. Challenged his "manhood."  You DO know what happens now, don't you, my frilly little man?" rob gulped. "Let me remind you, my very little sissy-wannabe.  You are going to do EXACTLY as I tell you to do. Because I am going to publicly emasculate you." And then...Madame Chadwick mockingly challenged the poor man in front of these beautiful women. "Prove to ALL of us that you are at least man enough to step into your petticoat." Madame passed the frilly lacy confection to rob. "And remember the rule about a sissy caught playing with his petticoats." She laughed gaily again. Then Madame Chadwick stepped back. The center of the room was now where rob was standing. In front of the beautiful feminine women. In front of his own blonde, beautiful, feminine, now-petticoated girlfriend. And then there was Madame Chadwick. No one said a word. rob felt alone...yet surrounded. Madame changed her tone, slightly. Acknowledging " the sissy's tears," she spoke to rob, gently but firmly. "There is no escape, my little one. I know all your secrets. ALL of them." She looked at him icily.  "In your wildest late-at-night fantasies, did your ever believe you might truly meet a woman just like me? Oh, you've fantasized about me, or women like me. But you never believed we really existed. Well, here is a little fact about me. I have petticoated 29 males in my life. I have never failed. You will be number 30. And EVERY male that I sissify is feminized on a scale of 1-10.  Ten is the most extreme, with a "high concentration on ultrasissy, extremely exaggerated feminine tendencies, especially his dresses and his sissy mannerisms. Extreme petticoating is necessary, and guarantees complete and irreversible feminization." ~L~ynn then asked the question: "How many 'tens' have you performed, Madame?" Madame laughed, "My dear, ALL of mine have been 'tens!" rob looked at the petticoat, then at Madame Chadwick.  "Now my dear, we can either do this the hard way or the easy way. Whichever you prefer, the results are going to be the same.  Let me remind you, my little man, that I've already petticoated your girlfriend. Forced her into her own sissy dress, and oodles of petticoats.  And now I'm going to do the same to you." The ladies and Madame laughed.  "Now........put on your petticoat, sissy. Put it on!" We're all waiting.......................rob's face was burning. In a final attempt to free himself from this reality, he desperately looked to his girlfirend, looked down at himelf, standing in the middle of the room, reduced to the frilliest, laciest, satin sissy panties imaginable while holding the poufiest, laciest, girliest petticoat possible, and whispered, barely audible, "~L~ynnnnnnnnn....puhleeze....puhleeze don't let this happen to me. Please!" "You really do not think that I am going to challenge Madame, do you, my Honey? You're going to make such a cute little sissy boy. I can't wait to see you in dresses!" And then, pointing triumphantly to the ultra frilly petticoat he was holding, ~L~ynn smiled, looked at rob, smiled femininely but confidently, and said to Madame, "Petticoat him Madame. I give you complete control." "Of course, my dear. A very wise decision." To rob, Madame spoke: "My little man, it will be frilly dresses and lace petticoats for you. Now, let's get you petticoated. Step into your petticoat. But first, shake the petticoat to assure maximum fullness.  Once you have shaken it, fix all of the wrinkles. Make certain all of your lace on each and every petticoat layer is unwrinkled.  Go ahead, sissy, you need the practice, since you'll be wearing petticoats every day. As the women sat afar, detached seemingly from the sissy's performance, except as an audience, rob shook the petticoat. It rustled. It hissed. "Shake it harder, sissy," Madame ordered. rob shook the rustling petticoat again. The loud rustling sounds were filled the room. He shook it again, harder. "Much better, sissy. Now, eliminate every wrinkle and make sure your lace is straight.  Just as you did for Miss ~L~ynn earlier with her frilly dress." The little man's fingers worked nervously to fix the petticoat layers. There were SO many of them. rob gulped. Momentarily, he cursed himself for failing to put up more resistance. He was hapless. Madame, now firmly in control, asked the poor man if all of the wrinkles had been fixed on his petticoat. "Yes, Madame Chadwick." "Good. Now let's get it on you. The sooner I get you into petticoats, the soooner I can put you in your first frilly little dress. Show the ladies what a compliant, respectful, and obedient little sissy you can be for women...nowwwww...be a good little boy and step into your petticoat. Because you know that it's the petticoat that first defines the sissy. And that IS what you are, rob. A sissy masquerading as...as...as...a..., "Madame laughed..." a man! And only a bad little man would do that. Attempt to deceive women that there is something masculine about you. Of course, this is why I am going to petticoat you. To expose you once and for all. Now....I'm not going to tell you again.  Put your petticoat on..."

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Slowly...very slowly...the nervous little man, his face ablaze, gazed out into his audience. These women were beautiful. They were feminine. He sensed as if they were secretly wondering whether he really would submit to this public humiliation and complete emasculation. Or would his "masculinity" finally prevail. Yet he also realized that they wanted to see him submit...to Madame Chadwick. Even ~L~ynn. Especially ~L~ynn. The beautiful blonde, standing proudly beside Madame, made frou-frou with her stiff pettis. Her taffeta, net and lace was intoxicating. Her exaggerated ultra girly, ultrafeminine mannerisms mesmerizing, her makeup impeccable. Her femininity overwhelming. coc-king her head to one side, she taunted Her little man. " Remember my little sissy test, rob? Hmmmmmm...?" She purred. She rustled her short satin skirts. Fingered her lace pettis...  She knew exactly what to do... rob looked hopelessly around the room. All eyes were fixed on him. Save for the loud swishing and rustling of the beautiful blonde's petticoats, the room was silent. rob knew what was happening. He just couldn't stop it. And so he hesitated...awkwardly, his sissy indicator raging, and spread the stiff, lacy, confection on the floor. The frilly white cloud stood straight up...and out...in all of its resplendent lacy glory.  "I can't wait to play with your lace," ~L~ynn teased...in her most seductively feminine voice yet. With that, rob moved to the center of the ring of net and lace...he stepped inside...he looked again at his audience...he reached down, s-l-o-w-l-y, shamefaced, in front of these beautiful, powerful women, he reached out nervously with his hands...hesitated...stared for a moment at his beautiful blonde girlfriend in her own girly sissy ensemble, now firmly in control of him...grasped with his nervous fingers the satin top of this cloud of froth and lace, the ultimate symbol of submission and sissydom...and slowly began to pull the rustling cotton candy confection up his little legs...While this ultimate act of public humiliation played itself out, Madame, smiling, commented matter-of-factly, "I told you he would be easy, didn't I, ladies? We are going to have so much fun with him. That private little sissy that has been hiding inside him, and fighting to come out and play, is now going to be my ultimate weapon against his masculinity. I knew I could get him to put on his first petticoat..." Shamefaced, rob buried his face downward. But all he could see was lace...and net...and the pink rosebuds...and the pink satin bows...The petticoat was sooooooo FULL. Unsure of where to put his hands, he held them out to his side, forward, limp-wristed. It truly was as though the masculinity had been zapped out of him...just like that. Madame stepped forward, reached out and adjusted the sissy's layers of white lace and stiff crinoline net. She fingered the sissy's lace in her hands. Looked deep into his soul. Pursed her lips. A short rustling sissy petticoat had trapped another hapless male victim, Madame thought to herself. "My, my, are you excited? Are you already wondering how you are going to feel in your frilly little party dress? Hmmmmm...?" rob swallowed hard. No matter how much he had fantasized about something like this, he had really underestimated the abject shame that resulted from his emasculation. Madame didn't relent. "Now, master rob...play with your lace. Touch it. Feel it. Caress it. Go ahead, sissy. You know you can't resist. ALL petticoated sissies play with their lace..."

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rob buried his face in his hands. his face was burning. he had no idea it would really be this humiliating. "Submit! Submit now, Sissy!" Madame's voice thundered. "Show all of our ladyfriends how obedient you can be. Look at me. .. Look at Me..." The broken man pulled his head up, laid eyes on the ultrasissy full petticoat, shook his head in almost disbelief, and then...slowly...moved the tips of his fingers to where they landed delicately...daintily...into the puffy clouds of layer after layer after lacy layer of pink satin bows, white net, taffeta, and  dainty lace. Madame inched closer, pointing her long outstretched, and perfectly manicured hand at her victim's petticoat, and taunted him in front of her now-stunned female audience. "And before you play with your lace, I expect you to curtsey. And then I expect you to ask me very politely for my permission. Go ahead. The ladies are waiting. Show all the ladies what a frilly, weak, little sissy you really are." rob swallowed. And then he quietly shook his head in disbelief that this moment really was far more humiliating and, yes...emasculating than even he had fantasized. And then there was the petticoat...yes, THE petticoat...so dainty, so frilly, so...so...FULL...he looked down at it...ALL the lace...snow-white...rustling ...It epitomized what ONLY a the most extremely submissive sissy would wear. And now, in front...and yes, on display...in front of all of these incredibly beautiful and feminine women...women who now had clearly detached themselves from thinking of this...man...as anything but a...a...a...sissy. THEY were his audience and clearly HE was their entertainment. And of course, there was Madame Chadwick.  And as if She was reading his mind at that moment, she smiled, turned sideways to look at her feminine audience, reached out and played with the sissy's lace. Facing him, she laughed, "I know every one of your little secrets. EVERY one of them." Calmly, she continued, "Ask me.... And curtsey first, before you ask." She stared at him icily.  rob, putting his little hands to his side, took the swishing layers of his full petticoat in his fingers, spread its lacy layers (the rustling sound made louder by the accoustics in the room) and  slowly... carefully, tilted his right leg back, bent his front knee deeply, held his position awkwardly, almost losing his balance.. and then he slowly rose to his feet again, his hands staying on the petticoat layers. His pettis rustled loudly, the stiff lacy layers covering his little hands. Madame said nothing. She smiled triumphantly. "You see how easy this is, girls!" Madame laughed. "No resistance at all! he knows he needs to be in petticoats!" She pointed to the frilly satin party dress, hanging on the gleaming stainless steel dress rack, only a few feet away from the sissy. "Watch how easy this is going to be to put him in a dress! A REAL sissy dress.  This one isn't going to be hard to break at all!" Madame returned her attention to rob. "Your curtsey needs work. Lots of work. Hours of practice. An imperfect curtsey is the height of disrespect to any woman. After all you ARE a sissy! And ALL real sissies know how to curtsey." Madame addressd her audience again. ALL petticoated males MUST be taught to perform a perfect curtsey every time it is appropriate.  That is one of the reasons they must be kept in dresses at all times. Especially the short frilly ones. The shorter and frillier the dress, the more feminine the curtsey, ladies." Addressing her little boytoy, Madame, said, "Go ahead. You may ask Madame. You know you want to. You NEED to. Resistance is over. You know it is. It is time you were fully exposed...embarrassed...and displayed for the ladies' amusement. And you DO want to please them don't you, my little cherub? Now...ask me politely if you can play with your lace...and don't forget to smile..."