From: adietrech@aol.com (A Dietrech)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Feminine Control 1/2 (TG, femdom, unfin)
Date: 4 Dec 1994 09:00:18 -0500
FEMININE CONTROL VOLUME I
A Short Story by Rachel Varga
1
The year is 2078. The Great War was fought eleven years ago. The
majority of Earth's male population was annihilated. Aside from a
smattering
of conventional weapons used at the beginning, it had been a neutron war.
That is, men were destroyed. Structures, vehicles, and other manmade
objects
remained in tact. Women and children for the most part had survived thanks
to
the innerworld shelters. Now, just over a decade later, it was an
entirely
new world.
Universally, males had been blamed for the war. Now there were very
few
men left, perhaps two million in the entire world. Their relative scarcity
had caused them to become a rare commodity. They were looked down upon,
subjugated and controlled by NWG - the New World Government. All were the
property of the state.
At first many males tried to rebel. There were still a few left in the
wild. But the vast majority had been captured, catalogued, and marked.
All
domesticated as well as newborn males had undergone EP.
EP, or emplacement as it was refered to by the doctors, was a simple
surgical operation. A tiny mechanism was implanted at the base of the
brain.
When activated by a transmitter this device could cause the male to
experience anything from mild discomfort to unendurable pain. The degree
was
determined by the transmitter. All women and a few highly trusted males
possessed these transmitting devices. Most were worn in the form of some
sort
of jewelry - a pendant, necklace, ring, or bracelet.
Through this method males were controlled completely. Males over
sixteen
or seventeen years of age still remembered the freedom and power that had
been theirs in the days before EP. Frequently they would foolishly attempt
to
resist control. They were however quickly reminded of their status. For
these males, training was very ardurous.
Younger men, who had grown up under EP, accepted their destiny. They
had
been taught that males were inherently inferior. They were perfectly happy
to
live their lives as Glib's. Noone remembered who coined the word Glib but
everyone knew that it meant `Good little boy`. Glib's were valued
somewhat
more highly than the older males. This was because of their youth and also
because their eager acceptance of their submissive role. This allowed them
to
be more trustworthy. Accordingly, it was not uncommon to find an older
Glib
wearing one of the dreaded transmitters.
Everyone accepted the fact that the Big War was the product of male
aggression, pride and greed. To assure that there would never be another
war,
NWG was based on the superiority of the female. Men were trained to
accept
all females as natural superiors. To suppress their hereditary masculine
traits, they were forced to adapt the role of the twentieth century
female.
They were encouraged to develop a strong sense of dependence on their
women.
For many males, this was a very difficult thing.
Paul McPherson was one of these, and this is his story.
At 27 years of age Paul had been brought up under the standards of male
superiority which had prevailed prior to the Great War. His basic value
system would not allow him to accept women as his superiors. Captured in
the
Spring of `75, the last three years had been very hard for him. The first
year was the worst.
NWG, in an effort to rapidly return males as productive members of
society, provided an initial eight week training program. Newly processed
males were entered into a rigorous program of re-education. Upon
successful
completion of this program males were then entered into a vocational
school.
Here they were allowed to choose a career. Depending on their background,
talents, and demonstrated potential, they could choose from a limited
selection of vocations such as secretary, practical nurse, or dental
assistant. However, all males were fully aware that their primary
responsibility was to take care of their home, their children, and their
women. Careers definitely came second for the modern male.
Three days after his capture Paul underwent EP. He was surprised to
find
himself fully recovered almost immediately. As he awoke he found it
strange
that the cuffs had been removed from his hands and ankles. He also found
it
particularly incongruous to be wearing a pink nylon nightshirt. After two
days of recuperation in the hospital he felt great. He was ready to secure
his freedom from the oppressive forces of the NWG.
"Good morning, Lollipop. My, don't you look better!"
It was the voice of Dr. Madison. She was the perfect picture of her
profession. Her crisp white uniform was spotless. The creases of her
slacks
razor sharp. Laying aside her clip board, she casually seated herself on
the
bed, looking down at Paul.
"How's our pretty new patient today?" she smiled.
Paul was as overcome by this strange woman's pleasant manner as by her
condescending familiarity. He didn't fully understand her `game`, as it
were.
Here he was a strong young man perfectly capable of taking her life with
his
bare hands. Yet she seemed completely unconcerned that he might do so.
More
confusing was that she sounded sincerely interested in his condition. I'll
bide my time, he thought. I must wait for the right moment to act. He
hesitated to answer.
"I asked you a question Darling. One of the first things you must learn
is
that when a woman speaks you must respond... immediately", she added, her
smile turning to concern.
Paul continued to stare silently at this extremely attractive woman,
noticing that she began to fiddle with the ring of her right hand.
Strangely,
he began of a sudden to feel very uncomfortable. And then an excruciating
pain shot up his spine. The pain was clearly visible on his contorted
face.
As suddenly as it had begun, it ceased.
"Now Paulie, please don't make this difficult for us." Reaching to
fondle
his earlobe she asked him once more how he felt. Sensing his danger Paul
knew
he must act now.
With lightning speed his hands were at her slim white neck. No sooner
had
his fingers touched her soft skin than he was doubled over on the bed in
excruciating pain.
"Poor little Paulie. I can see your going to have to learn the rules."
she
said, the gentle smile returning to her full pink lips. "I'm happy to see
that your feeling much better though. I think your ready to begin your
training."
After gently carressing his cheek Dr. Madison continued on her rounds,
leaving the young man doubled over in his bed, barely able to move.
Slowly,
the pain ebbed.
Less than five minutes had passed before his nurse entered the room.
She
was extremely attractive in the white nylon uniform. Paul noticed the
material was so thin he had a clear view of her lacy underthings. Her soft
blonde hair flowed gently over her shoulders. Her crystal blue eyes smiled
down at him. Smoothing the short billowing skirt of her uniform, she sat
on
the bed next to him.
"I'm Katherine Thompson, your nurse" she smiled, resting a soft white
hand
on his arm.
Paul was overcome by her beauty and the perfumed touch of her hand.
"Paul. Paul McPherson" he heard is lips say.
"Oh, not any more I'm afraid. Your name is Paulie. Just Paulie. As in
Paulie Parrot" she smiled at her own little joke. Paul saw no humor as she
continued.
"When some lucky woman takes you into her household you will assume her
surname. Until then your name is Paulie. Do you understand Paulie?"
Paul was speechless. Suddenly he began to feel the pain shooting down
his
spinal cord.
"Paulie, you must learn to answer when a woman speaks to you. Now I
want
you to say your name."
"Paul McPherson!" he groaned, teeth clenched with pain.
"No sweety, Your name is Paulie. Now say 'My name is pretty Paulie' or
else I will have to be very nasty."
"P...Please...the pain" he groaned.
"I want to hear your name" she smiled down at him.
"P...Pau..." A black veil of unconsciousness freed him from the pain.
He awoke to a very pleasurable sensation. Nurse Thompson was gently
teasing his nipples through the thin nylon of his night shirt. "Paulie?
Pretty Paulie?" she was saying, over and over.
He tore from the bed, leaping for the door. In mid stride, he crashed
to
the floor, a crumpled mass of pain. Nurse Katherine slowly circled the bed
to
his pitiful, convulsing body. He was eye level with her white four inch
pumps. The delicate turn of her ankles provided stark contrast to his
pain.
He prayed for unconsciousness to free him once again. But it would not
come.
At last, and with surprising suddenness, the pain eased. She stooped to
touch his face.
"Now Paulie, please don't make me hurt you anymore. Believe me, it
hurts
me almost as much as it does you. I don't like to cause you pain, but you
must learn to obey. Do you understand?"
"Y...Yessss." he moaned rather than risk another painful episode.
"Yes Ma'am" she corrected. "Whenever you speak to a female, you must
show
respect and humility. Do you think you can try again?"
"Now look here you little..." Once again the pain. Only this time
worse.
He writhed in agony. He could not endure. Again he fell into the black
chasm
of peaceful oblivion.
When next he woke he did not recognize his surroundings. The room was
small. Perhaps six by six. There were no windows. The walls were cold gray
concrete, as was the floor. The room was empty except for a pencil, a pad
of
paper, and some kind of pink material folded neatly in one corner. He
looked
up at the ceiling. Ten feet high he guessed. As he looked at the bare
light
bulb he realized he wore no clothing. He looked down at his nakedness.
Suddenly a soft feminine voice filled the room.
"Poor little Paulie. You want to think of yourself as a big strong man.
Yet just look at you. You are completely helpless. And alone. You have
nothing but what I choose to give you. That includes food and water,
Paulie.
I didn't want it to come to this, but you gave me no choice." It was the
voice of the nurse.
"When you are ready to accept women as your superiors you will put on
your
little pink petticoat and write one hundred times, 'My name is pretty
Paulie'. You are the one who will determine how long you spend in your
little
cell, Paulie. And by the way, to hasten your decision, I think it is
necessary to leave you with a little something."
The pain came without warning. But it was not the terrible pain he had
experienced earlier. It was a steady, nagging pain. Bearable, yet
maddening.
He moaned pitifully as the voice fell silent.
Time was measured by his pain. There was no day, no night, only the
steady
crazing pain. And the thirst. And hunger.
Why! he thought. Why are they doing this to me? What have I done? My
name
is Paul McPherson! I am a man! I will not submit to any female!
In fact it had been nearly two days before he began to weaken. To
rationalize. He was tired, bones sore from sleeping on the cold concrete.
His
whole body going crazy from the steady, gnawing pain. Suddenly the door of
his cell was opened.
The nurse looked more beautiful than ever in her pretty white dress of
translucent nylon. Paul noticed the pink ribbons threaded through the
white
lace straps of her chemise and again at the hem of her pretty petticoat.
Her
golden hair was tied back now with a matching pink ribbon. In her hand she
held a leather instrument. It looked like a large ping pong paddle.
Another
nurse brought in a straight backed wooden chair, but she quickly exited
leaving Nurse Thompson alone with her patient.
"Paulie, you look absolutely dreadful" she said with genuine concern.
"Why
do you do this to yourself? Submit Paulie. You must, you know. It is only
a
matter of time. To help you decide, I am now going to spank your bottom."
she
smiled, seating herself on the chair.
No sooner had she finished speaking than the pain was gone. The
relentless
pain which he had suffered for two unbearable days. He was ecstatic with
the
sudden loss of pain.
"Now lay over my knees, Paulie" she said, adjusting the pretty white
nylon
of her skirts. Strangely, Paul felt himself becoming aroused sexually.
This
beautiful young girl in her pretty uniform with lingerie clearly visible
throught the thin nylon. He, absolutely naked, nowhere to hide his private
self. Suddenly blushing, his hands moved to cover his growing member.
"Don't be embarrassed Paulie. Thats a perfectly natural reaction.
You'll
find that once you learn to submit, your life is going to be so much more
pleasant. Now, onto my lap with you." she smiled, placing her hand in the
small of his back, guiding him into position.
He didn't know why. Perhaps it was the weakness of his physical
condition,
perhaps the kindness in her voice. He did not resist.
"You'll have twelve strokes, Paulie, and I want you to count each one
clearly. Do you understand?
The soft nylon of her skirts felt so cool and smooth against his bare
tummy and thighs. Something deep down bade him answer. "Yes, Ma'am", he
whispered.
"Your learning, Paulie" she said, her hand kneading his bottom like
soft
dough. The first stroke shocked him from his reverie. "One!" he grunted.
He was amazed at the ferocity of her strokes. At number seven, tears
were
forming in his eyes. As he felt the final stroke, he was crying freely,
just
like a baby.
"On your knees now,sweety. I want you to thank me for disciplining you
and
kiss the paddle."
Without hesitation he did so.
Reaching into the pocket of her skirt, Nurse Thompson retrieved a pink,
perfumed tissue. Whispering soft words of comfort, she began to dry his
tears.
"Yes, thats my sweet little Paulie", she soothed. "Your coming along
just
fine."
Her hand guided his head to where it rested in the soft nylon folds of
her
skirt, allowing her to gently run her fingers through his hair. This hand,
he
thought, which just inflicted so much pain now feels so gentle...so
loving.
Still in his kneeling position, he reveled under her soft caresses.
"Just think, Paulie, once you accept women as your superiors you're
going
to have such a nice life. We'll have your hair done. And you'll have a
nice
warm bubble bath."
Noticing his turgid member, she playfully teased it with the tip of her
three inch pump.
"Have you even looked at your pretty petticoat Paulie?" she asked,
leaning
over to pick it up. She let it fall open to full length. It was very
short,
perhaps fourteen inches long. The pink nylon was very sheer. It would hide
nothing. Four inches of delicate lace was at the hem. It bore the scent of
Nurse Thompson`s perfume. She tenderly draped the soft garment over his
bare
shoulder.
"Its so pretty Paulie. I know your just going to love it. Please put it
on
now for me."
Still sniffling, he looked up into her clear blue eyes. He took the
slip
from her hands. Rising to his feet, he slowly stepped in and pulled the
pretty petticoat up to his waist.
"Oh Paulie! I'm so proud of you! We're going to have such a wonderful
time! Now quickly take the paper and write your sentences like a good
boy."
It took him only a few minutes to copy the lines. By the hundredth time
he
was beginning to believe that he was indeed 'pretty Paulie'.
The beautiful young nurse took his hand leading him from the cell. He
felt
so strange in the pretty pink petticoat. It did nothing to hide his erect
member but merely served as a lacy feminine decoration. The sheer nylon
felt
strangely exciting as he followed his nurse.
2
Paul felt so naked and vulnerable as as he followed Nurse Thompson down
the open corridors. He felt ridiculous wearing only the wispy petticoat.
The
lace hem of the pretty garment tickled slightly as it swished against his
thighs with each step. Was it his imagination or did he sense a subtle
swaying of his hips.
"First of all I think we need to get you something to wear", the pretty
nurse smiled back at him. "Something, shall we say, a little more
substantial?" her grin broadened as she looked down at the sheer
petticoat.
As they entered her office, she removed a short satin robe from the
back
of the door.
"Slip into this Paulie, and we'll go get you something to eat. I'll bet
you're famished."
She noticed his hesitation at donning the robe. The shiny pink satin
was
the same color as the lacy pettticoat he was wearing. Obviously a woman's
garment. The loving sparkle of her clear blue eyes changed momentarily to
cold piercing steel.
Realizing he had little choice, he accepted the feminine garment. At
least
it will cover my nakedness he thought, slipping his arms into the robe.
The
soft satin felt so good next to his skin. He wrapped the silken garment
tightly around himself and tied it with the matching belt. He noticed the
robe was too short to cover the lacy hem of the petticoat.
"Your slip is showing Paulie", said Nurse Thompson, once again beaming
a
warm smile. "Pull it up higher on your waist, sweety. I want you to always
present a neat, well groomed appearance."
He did as directed and retied the robe.
"Much nicer, Paulie" she complimented, handing him a pair of pink
slippers
which matched the robe. They had three inch heels and a little pink pom
pom
on the tip of each toe.
"Katherine! I can't wear those! I've never..."
But before he could finish he felt the pain returning. It was severe.
He
felt his knees about to crumble.
"Nurse Thompson" she corrected. "You must always show respect when
addressing a woman. If you must address her at all you use her title, or
Miss
and her last name. You never address a female by her given name! Do you
understand, Paulie?"
"Ye... yes Ma'am", he groaned. The pain made speech difficult.
"Thats better", she smiled once again. The pain was gone.
"You were about to say something?"
"Yes, Nurse Thompson. I don't think I can wear those slippers. The high
heels. I'm afraid I would fall."
"Well at least I'm happy to see you don't mind the feminine style,
Paulie.
I think you're going to make a very pretty boy. But I'm afraid you will
have
to get used to the heels. You won't be wearing flats for a long time. If
ever." she added with a knowing smile. "Just remember there is a first
time
for everything, and you, my sweet little lollipop, are about to experience
many `firsts`. Now slip into your pretty heels. I will help you walk at
first, but you are going to have to learn quickly."
His face red with humiliation, Paul placed his feet into the pretty
shoes.
Noticing they were a tight fit, Nurse Thompson assured him they would fit
much better once he was wearing stockings or pantyhose. He rose to his
feet,
nearly falling flat on his face. The shoes felt so strange. He placed all
of
his weight on his tiptoes.
"Just relax, silly. The heels look fragile, but believe me they will
support you if you let them. Relax your calf muscles now and walk as you
normally would."
She took his hand and led him around the small office. With each step
he
felt so completely feminine. He never imagined the shoes would have such
an
effect on him psychologically as well as physically. He had no doubt now
that
there was a definite sway to his hips as he walked. The shoes gave him no
choice.
"You're legs really look so much nicer Paulie. I'm sure that once you
get
used to your pretty high heels you'll never want to wear anything else! In
fact, I think you'll be begging for higher heels before you finish your
training."
Paul wobbled terribly as she released him to try on his own.
"Oh, Nurse Thompson... they feel so..." But the words would not come.
"I think I know how you feel Paulie. After all, I remember how I felt
when
I got to wear my first pair of heels."
She smiled to herself as she observed the tent of his robe at the
juncture
of his thighs. Casually she approached him and patted his turgid member
through the silky material.
"I'm very happy for you Paulie. I know you're going to love your new
life.
But now let's go get you something to eat."
She held his arm, walking slow at first, allowing him to get used to
the
sensation of walking in three inch heels. The billowing skirts of her
uniform
brushed his naked thighs as they walked. He was embarrassed by the
prominent
tent in his robe as it bobbed helplessly before him for all to see.
"Once you have had something to eat Paulie, we'll get you into your
uniform. You'll be happy to know it will minimize any unfeminine lines in
your appearance." she smiled, obviously making reference to his aroused
state.
It must have been late at night. Thank heaven, the halls were all but
deserted. Only a few medical personnel were present. They seemed involved
in
their work and paid little attention to the pretty nurse and her blushing
patient. The intersecting corridors seemed like a maze to Paul. Finally
they
reached a hall indicating 'Cafeteria' in crisp yellow letters. As they
turned
into the hall they almost walked into Dr. Madison.
"Oh! Please excuse us Doctor" cried the nurse.
"No problem Kathy. Oh, if it isn't our new patient. You're looking much
better than when I last saw you." she smiled.
The memory flooded back to Paul. He had refused to answer this woman
when
she had asked how he was feeling. He had been left writhing on his bed in
unimaginable pain. Fear came back to his face as he now looked into the
Doctor's deep intelligent eyes. So feminine, yet hauntingly powerful.
"Tell me, Paulie, how are you feeling now?" she smiled, realizing that
to
answer would be to humbly apologize for his earlier behaviour.
Paul realized it also. Never had he felt so humiliated as he did now,
standing in front of this authoritative woman. His masculinity obvious
under
the pretty satin robe and the lacy petticoat. His ankles, femininely
turned
by the three inch high heels he was wearing. Suddenly his knees felt very
weak.
"Much better Dr. Madison. Thank you." And it wasn't until he heard his
nurse softly chuckle that he realized he was holding the hem of his robe
in a
delightful little curtsy.
"Such a pretty slip you're wearing" smiled the Doctor, knowingly. "But
from the looks of things I think you need some panties." She winked at
Nurse
Thompson who was quick to explain.
"Paulie hasn't had anything to eat or drink in over two days. I thought
perhaps I would let him get something on his tummy before getting him into
his school uniform."
"I understand Kathy. That's a fine idea. Perhaps our little Paulie
could
use some sleep also." she smiled over her shoulder, continuing on her
rounds.
"I'm so proud of you Paulie. Such a pretty curtsy! And you thought of
it
on your own." She leaned over to reward him with a soft kiss on the cheek.
As they entered the cafeteria, she suggested he continue to curtsy
whenever entering or leaving a woman''s presence.
Nurse Thompson selected the food for both of them. Paul was thankful as
they approached a table. The unfamiliar heels made his feet and legs ache.
He
began to sit in one of the comfortable chairs.
"Poor Paulie. I haven't explained all the rules yet. A male never sits
in
public when a lady is present. Only when in private. And then only with
permission. Do you understand Paulie?"
"Yes, Ma'am" he moaned, rising to eat the meal she had selected. She
remained seated comfortably.
Before giving him his food, the nurse indicated he must say his mantra.
"I'm sorry, Nurse Thompson. I don't understand."
He only knew the pangs of hunger in his belly would not be put off for
long.
"I know dear. Thats because I haven't explained it to you yet. Before
each
meal you must recite a little chant to remind yourself of your status as
an
inferior human being and that you are subject to your female superiors.
Now
repeat after me." And she proceeded to teach him the words he must say.
Soon
he had his mantra memorized.
"I am Paulie, a pretty sissy boy.
I long to be a woman's toy.
She will scold me, she will mold me.
All her wishes, I'll obey.
And from her hand, I'll never stray."
"Thats very nice Paulie. Now you may eat."
His meal consisted of a lean hamburger patty, small salad, two
crackers, a
glass of water and two vitamin tablets. But after two days without food it
tasted delicious. They were finished in less than ten minutes and on their
way.
As she led him to his room, she explained that he would be sharing it
with
another trainee. Thus he would have someone with whom he could share his
feelings. Also, since his roommate was a senior student, he would set an
example for Paulie, showing him the ropes, so to speak. Once again, as
they
walked, Paul could not overcome the sensuous feeling of the satin robe as
it
swished over his nylon petticoat. The swaying of his hips forced by the
high
heels made him hard, much to his embarrassment. Seeing his aroused state,
the
pretty nurse reached down with one hand, letting it caress the prominent
tent.
"You`re really going to have to learn how to control yourself, Paulie.
I
think your new roommate will be able to give you some helpful hints.", she
smiled. "But it is nice to know you're going to enjoy your new role." she
added with a little squeeze to his hardness.
Without the courtesy of a knock, Nurse Thompson removed the pass key
from
the pocket of her skirt and opened the door to what would be Paul's room.
It
was very small, but lavishly appointed. The decor left no doubt that this
was
a feminine habitat.
The thick cream colored carpet felt so soft under Paul's aching feet.
The
walls were tastefully done in a pink and white floral design. Although
there
were no visible windows, one complete wall was hung with pale pink chiffon
draperies. The translucent material framed a beautiful vanity with a
lighted
mirror. The vanity seat was antique white with gold trim, matching the
rest
of the furniture in the room. It was topped by a thick pink cushion and
skirted with the same material as the draperies. The indirect lighting was
recessed around the creamy textured ceiling. It was controlled by a dimmer
switch just inside the door. The small single bed had a canopy also of
pink
chiffon.
Sitting there on the fluffy pink bedspread was what appeared to be a
very
pretty girl of about 20. Her shoulder length hair was pale yellow and
sported
a blue satin ribbon which exactly matched her lacy, knee length nightgown.
Paul noticed the creamy smooth softness of her well curved legs where they
emerged below the hem of her nighty. She smiled softly at the couple as
they
entered the room.
Upon seeing the nurse, the young girl immediately rose from the bed.
She
approached Nurse Thompson and knelt at her feet. She lifted the hem of the
Nurse's uniform skirt very slightly and kissed the hem of her petticoat.
The
Nurse smiled down at the pretty girl and touched her face.
"Good evening Pattie. I've brought you a friend. Paulie, meet Pattie,
your
new roommate."
Rising to her feet, the pretty young girl held the voluminous skirts of
her gown as she curtsied. "Pleased to meet you Paulie.", she smiled.
Without thought, Paul returned the curtsy. Observing the feminine
gestures, Nurse Thompson smiled to herself. Mostly for Paul's benefit, she
began to describe their relationship.
"Pattie will be your constant companion during the first few weeks of
your
training, Paulie. You are to obey him as you would a woman. Do you
understand?"
Paul's jaw dropped at the word "him". He couldn't believe this
beautiful
creature was another male.
"Uh... I uh don..."
Nurse Thompson grinned broadly at Paul's dismay.
"Yes Paulie, Pattie is a boy, just like you. He is very pretty. But
don't
you worry. Soon you will be just as pretty, if not more so."
"Well Pattie, don't just stand there. Make your roommate feel welcome!"
With that. Pattie took both of Paul's hands and kissed him on the
cheek.
Had he not been told that Pattie was a boy, Paul might have enjoyed the
intimate greeting. The Nurse sensed his repulsion.
"Paulie, I want you do be friendly with Pattie. You're going to be
eating,
sleeping and learning together for more than four weeks. Now give Pattie a
big hug and tell him how happy you are to be under his control."
Paul hesitated just long enough to feel the pain returning. Quickly, he
gave the pretty boy a sisterly hug. "I'm so happy to be here", the nurse
heard him whisper.
"That's much better" smiled the pretty nurse. "Now Pattie, perhaps you
would like to help Paulie get cleaned up and ready for bed. Tomorrow is
going
to be a big day for him."
Taking his hand, Pattie lead Paul into the small, but nicely decorated
bathroom. The nurse had a seat at the vanity, inspecting some of Pattie's
things. Once in the bathroom, Paul felt rather uncomfortable as this
pretty
blond creature named Pattie began untying his satin robe. He blushed when
Pattie complimented him on the lacy pink petticoat.
"It looks absolutely darling on you, Paulie" the feminine creature said
with a sincerity that made Paul wonder. "Now go to the potty if you must,
while I begin your water. And don't forget to sit down." she smiled.
The perfumed bath was warm and felt wonderful as Paul settled into the
tub. But he started as Pattie picked up the soft sponge and soap. As if he
was used to this sort of thing, Pattie began to soap him up all over. It
was
not hard for Paul to envision this lovely creature as a girl. He closed
his
eyes and relaxed. He was so tired and the soft warm hands felt soothing on
his aching body. He moaned softly to himself as Pattie used the sponge on
his
nipples. The soft hands soaped lower now, gently massaging his rigid
member.
"Spread your legs, sweety", directed a soft voice. Whether it was the
warm
relaxing water or just that he was getting used to obeying, Paul allowed
the
soft hand to part his thighs. He moaned once again as he felt slim fingers
gently exploring his bottom. He felt a gentle, yet persistent probing but
could not bring himself to resist. He was almost disappointed then as the
hands moved lower down his thighs and finally to his feet. Then he heard
the
water draining from the tub.
He was brought sharply back to reality as he felt the cool spray of the
shower. Pattie giggled girlishly at his shocked expression.
"Time to get out now, Paulie. Nurse Thompson is waiting to tuck us in."
Pattie wrapped him in a huge fluffy white towel and began drying him
all
over. He made no comment on Paul's turgid member. But once again he seemed
to
spend more time than necessary on his chest. Paul was beginning to feel
very
sensitive in that area.
"Come along now Paulie. I have the prettiest pink nighty for you to
wear
to bed."
It was indeed the most feminine garment Paul had ever seen. An outer
layer
of diaphanous lace over soft shimmery satin. Paul shivered as the garment
fell to just below his waist, leaving him bare below. Unable to hide his
excitement, he felt so utterly exposed as the two pretty creatures
straightened and smoothed the soft material about his body, their longer
skirts tickling his naked thighs.
"You look so sweet!" exclaimed the nurse, "but this will never do", she
smiled, gripping his firmness. Pattie handed him the matching panties. He
was
quick to slip them on, thankful for the semblance of privacy. Pattie
pulled
them up tightly under the hem of his nighty, and with a feminine giggle,
let
the waist band snap. Paul shivered once again as he felt Nurse Thompson's
hand gently stroking his bottom through the dual layers of lace and satin.
"I'm happy that you like your nighty, Paulie. But I'm afraid your going
to
have to get used to wearing feminine clothing. You must train yourself not
to
become hard. It will spoil the lines of your skirts."
Paul just stood there, completely embarrassed at being chided by the
nurse
in front of his beautiful roommate. It wouldn't be so bad, he thought, if
we
were alone. But to be castigated as an obviously happy sissy in front of
the
ultrafeminine Pattie was extremely humiliating.
Pattie simply smiled at his embarrassment and once again kissed him on
the
cheek. "I understand", he whispered into Paul's ear. Pattie then took his
hand, holding it in a sisterly fashion. Paul thought it better not to
resist
as the pretty boy continued to hold his hand while Nurse Thompson smiled
in
amusement at the girlish jesture.
"Now its time for you boys to be getting to bed", she smiled, moving to
the dresser. Opening a small drawer, she removed a pretty pink ribbon
which
exactly matched Paul's nighty.
"Turn around, Paulie. For the first few nights you'll wear this ribbon
at
your wrists."
She tied his hands together behind his back, finishing with a pretty
bow.
"You'll have to be very careful as you sleep tonight Paulie. In the
morning I want to find your pretty ribbon exactly as it is now. If its
not,
I'm afraid things will be very hard for you." she smiled, turning him once
again to face her. "The ribbon will be a reminder that you are now
completely
dependent on others. It will help you develop the soft submissive attitude
that your future mate will find so attractive. If you need anything during
the night you will respectfully ask Pattie. Now I want both boys to kneel
for
a goodnight kiss."
Paul looked puzzled but knelt anyway, following Pattie's lead. The soft
skirts of their nighties billowed out to form pretty circlets of pink and
blue. Nurse Thompson turned her backside to them. Paul was shocked as he
watched Pattie lift the hem of her uniform and her beribboned petticoat.
With
great tenderness he then kissed Nurse Thompson's tightly pantied bottom
leaving a trace of his pink lipstick on the shimmery white nylon. Paul
hesitated only a moment before following the lead of his pretty roommate.
The
Nurse turned to face them with a satisfied smile on her lips.
"You're going to do just fine my little Paulie", she whispered. "And
now
to bed my pretties."
Rising to his feet first, Pattie helped Paul up and led him by his
bound
arms to the small single bed. Almost before he knew it Paul was in the bed
on
his side, facing the wall. He felt Pattie snuggling in behind him as the
lights were turned off. The door closed with an ominous click. With his
hands
bound behind him, Paul soon discovered that Pattie was indeed a male. The
voluminous skirts of Pattie's nightgown had hidden the rock hard shaft
which
now pressed from beneath the nightgown into his beribboned hands.
Paul felt totally helpless as Pattie's soft hands gently explored his
person. He was thankful that the darkness hid the deep flush of his cheeks
as
he felt a hand at the front of his pretty pink panties. He knew that he
was
hard with excitement. And he was so embarrassed because Pattie also knew.
After a gentle squeeze through the soft panties, Paul felt the hand move
beneath the hem of his waist length nightgown. It moved gently over his
tummy, upwards to where it stopped at his right nipple. The fingers began
to
carress and massage his chest, gently pulling and teasing the nipple. Paul
experienced feelings he had never before known.
At some point before sleep overcame him, he felt moist painted lips at
his
ear. "Sleep well, my happy Sissy", they whispered.
* * * Join Paul in Volume II as he is lovingly * * *
* * * eased further into the realm of feminine * * *
* * * domination. Imagine his surprise when he * * *
* * * learns that as a boy, he will be expected * * *
* * * to bare his wife's children and provide * * *
* * * them with maternal care... * * *
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* * * leave me a message on the board. * * *
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* * * Huggs with Ribbons & Bows, * * *
* * * Rachel Varga * * *
In the future, after nuclear wars devastated the planet, The world
is
controlled by a dominant majority of females. Their society dictates that
all
males are property of society in retribution for making the wars that
devastated civilizations. Males that are not already domesticated are
captured, and re-trained into Glibs...Good Little Boys. They serve to
propagate the species under strict feminine controls. All glibs wear pain
receivers and all female adults have pain transmitters in an article of
jewelry.
This is an attempt at continuing the original FEMCON1.TXT story
written
by Rachel Varga. [Cindy LeBeau]
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Chapter 3 - Indoctrination
Dr. Madison stared down at Pauly from behind thick glasses with
unblinking eyes. "My pretty Pauly, Do you know why I have had you brought
here?"
Pauly lay on a paper-covered stainless steel exam table, naked,
bound
down to the table back side down, legs in stirrups with thigh supports
that
clasped his legs to them at his knees. The room was brightly lit, and
standing
around him were nine devastatingly gorgeous women. Pauly was sedated and
could
not articulate a response, though he understood what Dr. Madison had just
said.
"Ladies, as you know, captured males are placed here to be
re-trained
for society and to discharge them Primary Dominants. This has to be
completed
by law within only 2 weeks. Most males accomplish this beautifully with
just
pain receivers, hypno-therapy, and hormones. In fact,",Dr. Madison
interrupted
her own lecture to smile sweetly at Paul McPhereson and said, "Pauly,
here,
has some little breasts already."Regaining her expressionless face, Dr.
Madison said,"A few are more difficult and require more to change them
into
good little boys. While physical pain is useful, mental conditioning is
more
important. By associating pain and pleasure to the subject, he will be
very
receptive to accepting the new traits we impose. Here we use pleasure of
the
most intense kind, and is at always administered under female control.
Note
the subject is bound."She applied rubber gloves to both hands and spread a
creamy sweet smelling lotion all over Paul's genitals. He became erect
within
seconds.
Paul's head had been propped so his eyes rested on the mirror that
Dr.
Madison had carefully positioned, making Paul's nearly hairless genitalia
visible to him with a background of soft, pretty women. His feelings of
pleasure grew , overwhelming his consciousness. Dr. Madison's hand stroked
his
anatomy as she spoke to the class,"When in the Primary Dominant's custody,
the
male will be expected to donate sperm for credit to his P.D.'s New World
Bank
account when and how the female sees fit. It is part of their
indoctrination
here, to expect this. Petticoating, and dominance are reliable methods of
generating such donations." Looking at Pauly she frowned,"This penis has
hair
growth, and must be kept free of that in the future Pauly. Please do not
disregard what I am telling you." She stroked twice more and turned to the
class. "I will now shave the subject's remaining pubic hair. Castrations
can't
be done unless all pubic hair is gone".
Paul McPhereson nearly passed out when he heard this. He felt the
shaving blade scrape the tiny growth of hair that he hadn't removed
lately. He
remembered that Patti, his roommate had reminded him to take care of this.
Was
this what had brought him here? He really couldn't think well, his mind
was so
clouded by the sedative. The stroking resumed and blocked out thinking on
his
part.
"Removing the subject's testicles is reserved only for severe
rebellion
cases only as it is a waste of their reproductive capacity. I will extract
some semen as a demonstration, ladies. Notice I am inflicting pain
simultaneously." she said pinching her pendant. "The combination will
always
make a subject submit, both to avoid severe pain and to receive intense
pleasure." Dr. Madison stroked Paul deftly and collected his output in a
specimen container as she held the pendent necklace that activated Paul's
pain
receiver. Reproduction had to be legislated in the New World Government.
With
a female to male ratio of 10 to one, competition among the adult female
population for a male consort was too much to leave un-regulated. The New
World Reproduction Regulation Act of 2156 had changed everything. Male
sperm
was the exclusive property of the State. It was artificially inseminated
into
specially chosen women after careful genetic screening and enhancement.
Males were being tested for bearing children in research
experiments.
But all males were legally responsible for the day to day raising of
offspring. Meals, laundry, nursing, etc. were strictly male roles to be
performed according to his female dominant or Primary Dominant,(P.D.), a
social equivalent to the 19th century husband.
Paul writhed in convulsions of pain/pleasure. He heard Dr. Madison's
voice as though nothing else external to him ever existed.
"The female must always be in control. Good little boys obey and
respect
females. Good little boys like dressing up for their female superiors.Good
little boys like silk, nylons, smoothness and laciness. Now Pauly, tell us
all
that you will be a good little boy and I will release you."
Pauly meekly said, "I will be a good little boy." and noticed a
reduction in his pain immediately.Dr. Madison then undid the restraints
and
helped the fresh shaven lad to sit up and face the class. "Good, sugar.
You're
learning not to resist. Now say, 'I will obey my female superiors at all
times.' and I will give you something to put on and cover yourself."
Again, Pauly numbly said, "I will obey my female superiors at all
times." Again he noticed a reduction in pain. Dr. Madison handed the
humbled
lad a pair of silky tap pants, a matching training bra, a wig and 3" heels
that had been carefully chosen to fit him.
She gently helped him into the feminine things.She motioned him off
the
table onto the floor and said "Your makeup's a mess, Pauly, how will you
ever
make a Primary Dominant happy if you don't fix your face, sugar? Now
you've
been through enough that I will allow you to curtsy for everyone here
instead
of kiss each of our skirt hems."
Pauly curtseyed to Dr. Madison and her class noticing that every
time he
submitted, a level of the pain was removed. He only wanted to feel good
again.
"You may go to your room, now, pretty-Pauly", Dr, Madison said
softly.
Nurse Thompson appeared and helped steady Pauly, glib candidate, on
his
heels."Little Pauly. You started out so well, here at the Institute.
Please,
don't take any more detours,sugar plum. Come on lets get you out of here
lollipop."
Several woman noticed the pained face that Pauly had as he and Nurse
Thompson walked through the halls, one of Nurse Thompson's hands on
Pauly's
shoulder, and her other hand on Pauly's pantied bottom. Back in the room
he
shared with Patty, Nurse Thompson touched her earring which cut all
Pauly's
pain and said, "Pauly dear, stop fighting it.. you really must admit that
you
like being a girl. You might as well admit it, sweet cakes, your almost
one of
us girls now, except in one way", she smiled sardonically and stroked his
half
erect member to full stature. Nurse Thompson then put both of her soft
pink
painted hands on Pauly's shoulders and gently pushed the sedated and
hormoned
lad down into a casual chair. Paul McPhereson just put his head down and
cried, staring into his own lap. He never expected this when he was
captured
only a week ago.She rubbed her long nyloned legs together as she perched
on
her heels and bent her knees so her cleavage closely enveloped Paul
McPhereson's line of sight. Smiling, She deftly removed the boy's lacy
silk
tap pants and exposed his hairless stimulated part to the cool air
conditioned
air. She stoked it, raising its stiffness. "Tell me how much you're going
to
like being a girl, pretty Pauly, or I'll stop." she said, stroking the
frustrated she/male."Come on pretty girl, tell me you want to be a girl or
I'll stop."
"I want to be a girl" Pauly gasped, in the paroxysms of pleasure.
"Tell
me you enjoy dressing like a girl and serving woman.", she said, her sweet
perfume filling Pauly's retrained nostrils.
"I l-l-like dressing like a g-girl. I want t-to always please
females.",
Paul murmured. "That's right sweetie, your a good little boy". "Ahhhhh!",
cried Pauly gasping as he filled Nurse Thompson's specimen container with
another payload. Nurse Thompson stood up, sealed the warm container and
placed
it into her skirt pocket. She gave the shemale a mild stimulant mixed with
female hormones. Pauly barely felt the prick in his smooth thigh. The
pretty
young nurse stroked his denuded genitals twice more , saying, "Don't allow
any
hair to grow there again, Pauly... Dr. Madison meant what she said and I
may
spot check you." She laid an outfit of denim skirt, pantyhose and frilly
blouse on Pauly's bed. "You can get dressed now and go back to your beauty
shop class,sugar. You'll have some more hypno-therapy before bed time.
Your
Primary Dominant will pick you up in 10 days if you're a good little boy.
Bye,
for now, pretty Pauly!" Nurse Thompson shut off the lights and Paul heard
the
door click after she left. Paul McPhereson got dressed slowly, realizing
that
his life was never going to be the same.