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I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may
contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is
offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy ....
enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up
with what I have now.
Jesse
monique t
There was not much Carol could do with her nephew, Jesse. Ever
since his parents had perished in an auto accident when he was
10, Jesse had been a behavior problem. Countless hours had been
spent, not to mention the dollars, commendations varied from,
"its a stage he is going thrugh", to "its a reaction to the death
of his parents".
Still the type of behavior and the current predicaments Jesse was
in had brought his Aunt to the breaking point. He had disrupted
her family and their way of life. She could take it no more! Her
sister, Veronique would have to do her part also.
Carol dialed New York. Finally after leaving message after
message on her answering machine, she finally got a hold of
Veronique. "You have got to do something to help me, she was your
sister too; I have had it!" Puzzled, Veronique asked what was the
problem. She knew the boy had had some behavior problems, and it
had been over five years since she had seen him last, but what
could he have done? "Is it drugs, Carol?", queried Veronique.
"No, but almost as bad, Jesse has turned into a bully and a
womanizer. He got the daughter of my best friend and my husband's
most important client into trouble. He is out late at all hours
of the night. He hangs out with a most unruly crowd. He refuses
to participate in family affairs..." Carol went on for the better
part of three-quarters of an hour describing the events leading
up to the present situation.
"Hmmm... I can see where you are fed-up Carol", agreed Veronique.
"And I suppose I could be of help in this matter also. Perhaps a
new environment and a different approach with Jesse will have a
benefical effect on his behavior. And since the two girls and I
have just recently moved into our new place, we will have room
for him." "Thank you so very much Veronique", Carol said,
thinking how this was the first time her sister ever did anything
to help her.
As she hung up the phone, Carol felt relieved and pleased that
her sister would at long last be helping bear some part of the
burden. It wasn't fair, even though Veronique also lost her
husband several years ago. It was then that Carol felt that she
and her husband Steve had to raise Jesse, since Veronique had all
the problems of raising he two daughters, Alexis and Laurette all
by herself, as well as attempting to pick up the pieces of her
husband's financial management business. But, finally, with
Veronique being very very successful financially, and being able
to grow her late husbands business into a thriving practice,
Carol felt that it was time for her sister to help out.
When Jesse rambled in early the next morning, Carol and Steve
told him of their decision. He had always been respectful to
them, but never ever listened to them and they had felt that
their control was non-existent. The only sway they held over him
was the existence of the trust fund that was set up for him with
the proceeds of his parent's sizeable estate and the insurance
money. Veronique had become executrix of the estate after her
husband, who was previously executor had passed on. In turn, she
bested even his excellent performance in managing the account;
providing the competence that only the largest institutional
investors would ordinarily receive, as such were her clients.
Jesse would never have to work a day in his life, and perhaps his
knowing this added to the problem at hand; leaving no incentive
for him to work hard at anything at all, except becoming a
wastrel.
"You will be staying with your Aunt Veronique. From now on, you
will be her problem". Unfazed, Jesse walked to the kitchen and
got a beer from the refrigerator. Carol and Steve were prim,
chuch-going people, and seldom drank. Jesse had taken to stocking
up the family frige with cold brews, and to drinking them with
his friends at the most inappropriate times.
"Your ticket is at the airport, we really wish that you will
straighten up but there is no more that we can do! From here on
in, you will be under the charge of your Aunt Veronique. She also
said it wouldn't be necessary for you to pack many things, as she
would be have things there for you." Carol inwardly was furious
at that idea. Why Jesse was a complete brat, and here Veronique
was buying him new clothing! Well, anyway, if she wanted to get
off on the wrong foot and start spoiling him, even more than he
was already, Jesse was Veronique's problem, not hers.
Jesse revolted at first, but then thought, "Great, I'll be in
NYC, be able to do things that I can't do in this hick town, and
I'll be with my Aunt Veronique instead of fuddy-duddy Aunt
Carol." Jesse said under his breath, basing his opinion from what
he had heard of Veronique from Carol, since he hadn't really seen
her but two times since he was a small boy. And anyway, in a few
years, he could convince Veronique to turn over the trust account
to him and he would be free FREE *FREE*!
The plane took off promptly at 7:00 Wednesday morning. It was
Jesse's first time on a plane. Since he wanted to get on
Veronique's good side, he wore his (only) suit and tie. "No sense
in getting her riled up for no good reason", he thought. The
plane was due to land in a few hours, and he enjoyed breakfast
and looked forward to really living it up in NY.
Veronique gathered her daughters together. Alexis was 15 1/2 but
looked 18. Her beautiful long curly black hair framed an
exquisite face. She was a beautiful girl, and almost everyone
remarked at her resemblence to Valerie Bertinelli. Laurette had
taken after the other side of the family, long blode hair, green
eyes and a face and figure that would stop a man's heart at 1000
yards. Laurette had just turned 18 and was studying to follow in
her mother's footsteps in the family business. Even though the
girls were different, they were the same in that they had
inherited their mother's extreme beauty. Veronique was a striking
brunette, with a perfect, well-shaped figure.
Even though in a position of corporate power, she always wore
very sexy but powerful clothing. Never a day went by that she
didn't wear a tight corset that was laced at least 5" less than
her own naturally tiny waist, least 4" heels, special stockings,
ultra sheer and imported from France, as well as deep lustrous
red nails. Her make-up was done as to suggest cool, almost cruel
beauty. Next to her, Joan Collins looked like Pollyanna. Both her
daughters had inherited more than just good looks from their
mother. They were bright, intelligent, and extremely forceful.
Needless to say, they got THEIR ways with the guys, not
vice-versa.
After conferring, the girls and their mother agreed on a course
of action. After all, it had worked in the past. They would begin
at once; when Jesse arrived. The girl's eyes sparkled as they
giggled and snickered at what was in store for Jesse.
The plane touched down at New York's JFK airport and Jesse walked
expectantly off the plane into the receiving area. Looking around
for his Aunt, he noticed a tall, brunette, clad in 4 1/2" leather
boots, tight black leather pants; a mannish, fitted leather
jacket underneath which was a lacy white blouse and tie. The
jacket and blouse did thier best but failed to conceal the full,
swelling bosom of this woman. His eyes then gazed at hers and he
was awe-struck by her make-up and eyes.
He gasped to himself as she seemed to take notice of him and
walked in his direction. "You must be Jesse", she said, her soft
though strong voice riveting his attention away from her breasts.
"Err.. yes, I am.. who are you?", stammered Jesse; obviously
flustered by the beauty of the woman. "I am Margaret, your Aunt
Veronique's chauffeur. Come!, Lets get a move on, I am to take
you to the house!
At once he felt himself jump to her command; and he wondered what
it was that made himn react like that. "Probably just nervous, a
new environment... I'll probably be running the place in a few
days. This could be interesting", Jesse snickered to himself.
He had to walk fast to keep up with her swift pace through the
large airport. It was even more difficult, trying not to get lost
in the mesmerizing swaying of her tight, leather clad derriere.
More than once Margaret had to yell to him, "Keep up Jesse".
They finally made it to the car. He was impressed. It was a 1986
stretch Mercedes sedan with darkly tinted glass and windshield.
She put what little he brought with him in the trunk, and opened
the door for him. She motioned for him to get in and shut the
door for him. The motor started with a deep throaty hum and they
were off.
He was startled from his surveyance of the decor and surroundings
by the distinct Click, Click Click of high heels. As they got
louder, he saw a a silhouette of a strikingly beautiful woman.
Then the silhouette came to life and spoke, "Jesse, how are you?
It's been so long. I am your Aunt Veronique. He looked at her and
was fascinated by his Aunt. She was beautiful. Her voice had the
most amazing quality of softness, yet was undeniable. Her Hair
was done in loose curls and gathered in the back of her head,
suggesting softness yet an air of tightness controlling that
softness. She was dressed in high ankle strapped heels, sheer
nylons, a tight skirt and a business suit with a frilly satin
blouse that revealed her ample cleavage. Her face was so
striking, he tried to think who he could compare to her. The
beauty of a Catherine Denevue was the closest he could come to
the presence that she had.
"Laurette and Alexis will return shortly. They are just finishing
some last minute shopping". He was puzzled at the smile that the
last remark seemed to have caused her perfectly formed lips to
make.
"Your room is at the top of the stairs and to the right, why
don't you go up start settling in? We have a lot to catch up on".
Jesse's curiosity was piqued, as well as his natural "street
smarts" was telling him to play it cool and make his Aunt lower
her guard; so he went up the gracefully curved staircase to his
new room. At the top of the stairs Margaret was waiting and
escorted him down the corridor to the doorway. A quick flick of
the knob and she opened it. He blinked twice, swallowed hard and
then turned to Margaret. "Yes Jesse, this was Alexis' old room.
Just recently, Alexis moved into the other beroom, and we kept
this for our 'guests'. I hope the fact that it was decorated by
her won't upset you. I think its very pretty!".
"Pretty!, God!, this is a room for sissies. Its all pink and
white with hearts and lace", exclaimed Jesse. "Well, you said it,
I didn't", snickered Margaret; who was amused at the prospect of
Jesse having to use this room. She gazed around at the white and
pink wallpaper with tiny flowers and hearts, the Laura Ashley
print curtains and bedspreads, and the graceful, feminine 4
Poster, canopied bed and furniture.
"You must be very exhausted from the trip, why don't you shower
Jesse, the bathroom is right past there", said Margaret. He had
to admit to himself he did feel grimy, and a shower would be
refreshing. She laid his things down and sat on the bed to remove
his sneakers. Margaret said, "I'll get you some new things, and
we'll get these washed. Just throw them in the hamper in the
bathroom. It feeds by chute to the laundry-room. I'll be back in
a jiffy. There is a bathrobe in the bathroom."
Jesse showered quickly in the correspondingly feminine bathroom.
He had deposited all the clothing he had on in the chute leading
to the laundry room as suggested by Maragaret. He stepped from
the shower and reached for a towel. All the towels were either
lilac or peachy pink. He dried himself with the plushy towels and
then sought the bathrobe he had been told about. The only thing
he saw was a dusky rose pink terry-cloth robe that pulled over
and zipped up the front. It had a high lace-trimmed neckline and
was ankle length. "Margaret!, there is only this girl's bathrobe
in here! Get me a man's robe", he yelled. Margaret smiled to
herself as she walked to the bathroom door. "I am afraid that's
all we have right at the moment. Why dont you use that?"
Embarassed to come out with nothing on, he reluctantly slipped it
over his head and zipped it up. He was crimson as he walked out
of the bathroom to see not only Margaret there, but also his aunt
Veronique. "My, my Jesse, don't you look darling!", chortled
Veronique, while Margaret snickered. Then, before he could say
word or move, Margaret moved behind him and he felt his arms
pulled back and heard two clicks. He tried to bring his arms
forward and felt the cling his wrists. He had been handcuffed.
He started to panic, and tried tugging his hands free. Margaret's
strong arms grabbed him by his waist and tugged him back to a
chair which had not been there before. It was strangely
constructed. Margaret pushed him into the chair and secured a
belt around his waist. He was unable to move even the smallest
fraction of an inch from the back of the chair. Next she bound
his ankles to the corresponding chair legs, forcing them apart.
Wrist by wrist, his hands were cuffed to receptacles on each
chair arm. He was immobilized.
Margaret then lifted the skirt of the pink robe and found his
flaccid member. With deft strokes she started stroking him while
Veronique walked up to him her legs spread apart and slapped him.
"You will be taught how to behave MY way and I WILL have strict
and utter compliance. If you have any ideas of disobedience, you
will find out that I am not like your Aunt Carol. You are now my
legal ward. In addition, I have the perogative not to award you
any of the money from your trust account at my discretion. In
addition, I have signed statements from three doctors describing
your anti-social behavior. I can have you involuntarily
committed." Maragaret's cadence on his member matched point for
point her speech to him. Each stroke seemed to pound home its
message. He was appalled at the fact that he responded to the
incessant stroking.
"I see you are responding, despite yourself", taunted Veronique.
"The reason for the stroking is that in an aroused state you are
many times more susceptible to my suggestions; as well as
pleasing me that i should "form" your responsiveness to my
liking. You will be petticoated and made docile and pliable to my
liking. Margaret will start the process on you immediately."
His heart pounded faster and faster and he tried to get the
courage to respond but DAMMIT, that relentless expert strokng was
sapping all his will.
"NOW, it pleases me to see you spurt; Margaret, proceed!". All at
once Margaret redoubled her efforts. Veronique rolled his nipples
between her lacquered thumb and forefingers. The intensity was
overwhelming and he spurted. Margaret milked every last drop from
him and then, grabbing his hair just above the forehead, slapped
him hard twice across the face and proceeded to feed him via a
spoon.
He was fed like a child learning to eat from a spoon would be.
The spoon was sterling silver, as was the receptacle into which
his emmission had been deposited. If he tried to squirm, and any
of the ejaculate had gone outside onto the front of his lips,
Margaret scraped it up into the spoon and fed it to him; just
like a mother does to her toddler. Only a small amount was fed at
a time, and the spoon was turned bowl down once inside Jesse's
mouth to empty its sticky contents on his tongue. Once that was
done the spoon was set bowl-upward again and the contents spread
out onto his tongue, the roof of his mouth, and his gums. This
had the effect of making tasting the full flavor unavoidable as
well as maximizing the intensity and persistence of the taste.
All during this, he was persistently stroked and stroked; while
Margaret spoke to him as a mother would speak to a child: "Here,
Sweetie, I have some more for you"; "OOOOH isn't it goood!";
"Ooooh, you smeared some, let me get it back in your mouth, there
now, its in". All these phrases were rendered in the most
"coochie coochie coo" tones imaginable.
The results of the stroking inevitably resulted in more additions
to the receptacle and this process continued until he was totally
spent. Then he was showered again. After he was taken, newly
benuded of all hair, from the shower, Margaret and the girls
proceeded to work by sitting him down in the chair that he was
locked to before. The frilly robe once again went over him and
then was zipped up. He was summarily chained to the armrests.
"Jesse, as you may now guess, your stay here will be quite
strict.", he started to interrupt, but was at once smacked
sharply by Veronique. "You *WILL* obey me from now on!"
"Now, this is the way it will be. I am sick and tired of the
abominable reports from your school, your Aunt Carol, the nasty
friends and habits you have picked up, the problems you have
created. I have arranged for total control of you through the
courts. The alternative is commitment, which I can easily arange;
thanks to the antics you performed during the stay with you Aunt.
The only other alternative is to submit to my methods until I
deem you ready. Needless to say, no monies, now or later will be
released until I am satisfied. COMPLETELY SATISFIED!"
"While you are under my training, you will be utterly and
irrevocably effeminated. Since you act like such a savage, you
must be softened, trained, and disciplined."
Jesse was aghast with the prospect. Only then did he put
two-and-two together and guess what was the reason for Laurette's
and Alexis' sniggering and holding up dainty frilly things in the
other corner of the room.
With that the two girls brought over the clothing they had
selected. "Shall we start with the pedicure and manicure Mother?"
"Yes, Alexis; you do the nails, and Laurette will start on the
hair. Let me know immediately if there is any lack of
cooperation", demanded Veronique.
With this, Margaret unlocked Jesse and escorted him to the vanity
table. The chair was shifted over and he was reseated and
recuffed. The girls painted his toenails and applied heavy
acrylic nails with multiple coats of nail polish until the long
pointed nails were bright red. Laurette has started by dyeing his
normally longish hair a few shades lighter and giving it a soft
body wave. Jesse was too overwhemed and exhausted from his
milking to resist. He thought to himself, "I will wait for the
right time".
At last, the nails and hair was done, and the dressing was to
start. The girls had selected a training corset of heavy
satinized cotton, black with red lace trim, four garters per leg
and heavy bones. In addition, the corset was laced in the back
and, after the lacing was done, a satin panel was able to be
ziped to cover the laces, making access to them impossible. The
zipper was secured with a tiny padlock.
Jesse screamed in torment as Margaret pulled and pulled until she
had achieved an initial 4" reduction in Jesse's waist. He sunk as
he saw its effect on his figure. The Laces were zipped safely
from his reach. "Each day we will increase the lacing." said
Margaret in her most no-nonsense tone and the girls agreed.
The first item that Laurette and Alexis selected for Jesse, to
the delight of their mother, Veronique and Margaret was a pair of
frilly, ruffled black and red satin panties. These were specially
constructed and had steel cables in the waistband and leg
openings that could be locked.
Jesse squirmed as he felt Margaret's gloved hand grasp him
firmly, and pull him back between his legs (she had previously
made sure he would have no resistance to this after the repeated
milkings).
With that done, the panties were secured, to Veronique's
satisfaction by the girls. Removal, as well as any access, was
out of the question, The panties contained a special pocket which
made sure Jesse would not move out of place, despite *WHATEVER*
may transpire. As Laurette and Alexis tightened the satin and
lace vice around his hips, waist and chest; it reduced the waist
into an impossibly tiny circumference. He gasped as he saw how it
moulded his hips into a rounded feminine shape. The excess flesh
on his chest was pushed by the panels of this special "training
corset" into quivering mounds that functioned as breasts. To his
horror, the girls adjusted a small appliance where the nipples
would go on the corset and he felt sharp cold metal teeth bite
into his nipples. "These clamps will help increase the
sensitivity of your nipples, and can be used to help 'persuade'
you to obey', chortled Veronique.
His wrists were then cuffed to a small D-ring inset into the set,
and he was sat down on a high stool. Alexis then drew out a pair
of the filmiest, sheerest nylons he ever saw. Slowly she rolled
them up to prepare to encase his freshly shaven legs in them. He
wriggled to avoid what was the inevitable, but Margaret caught
him by the nape of the neck with a gloved hand and squeezed until
he moaned softly in submission.
Meanwhile Laurette did the same with the other nylon, and they
started rolling them up his legs, streching the sheer fabric to
the limit, smoothing and pulling the hose so that it fit like a
second skin. The sensations that this caused drove poor Jesse
quite crazy. This ritual continued from his red lacquered
toenails to the tops of his thighs until they were fitted to the
six garters on each thigh without a wrinkle.
All were satisfied with the fit of the sheer black nylons; the
seams accentuating the curves of his calves, the dark inset
reaching up from the heel meeting the seams just at the back of
his ankles. His red toes peeked out from the nylons andthe whole
effect was one of utter femininity!
Next the girls selected a pair of 4 1/2" spike black patent
leather high heels. They had pointy toes and a strap going up the
instep, meeting another ankle strap, which Jesse saw, was
outfitted with tiny locks. The girls opened the locks, gave the
key to their mother, which she attached to the chain hanging
around her neck. The keys fell, irretrievably into her cleavage.
The shoes were locked on his feet and he was motioned to stand.
He almost fell forward, not used to the constriction of the
corset, the feel of the nylons, and the severity of the high
heels. He stumbled as he took a few steps.
"Don't worry, Jesse, you will become quite accomplished in those,
as you gain practice. In fact, Margaret and the girls will start
immediately. Pretty soon, we'll move you to 5" heels", taunted
Veronique. At this they all snickered as Jesse tried to avert
their glance. A leash was attached to a D-ring on each side of
the corset, and the girls commenced walking him up and down until
he swayed to their satisfaction.
After several hours of practice, with more than a few sessions of
"encouragement" from Margaret, Jesse could walk in his new heels.
He was then seated in front of a vanity where Alexis and Laurette
were to start applying his makeup and fixing his hair. He was
cuffed to the sturdy handles of the chair and quite unable to
move.
Outside the door, he heard the scuffle of high heels and in
walked another beautiful nymph. Laurette greeted her friend, Pam,
and showed Jesse to her. Pam took one look and laughed
uncontrollably for the next few minutes. Tears of delight rolled
down her pink cheeks,and soon was contagious to both Alexis and
Laurette also. "Its.. Its even... more ador... adorable than you
told me about. He looks so sweet!!", Pamela exclaimed as she was
convulsed with laughter.
Jesse's heart sank, as his face reddened deeper and deeper shades
of embarassment. The girls continued laughing as they inspected
his nylons, heels, and garters. Pamela particularly liked
stroking his nylon encased legs and watching the response it
elicited, despite Jesse's attempts to mask it.
After the girls composed themselves somewhat, Laurette informed
Jesse that Pamela was here to style his hair, which has grown
quite long from his months of rebellion. They girls tittered
among themselves looking at various hairdos in Hair magazine.
They finally settled on one, after much debate and tentative
holding up of strands of Jesse's hair to test their choices, on
an extremely feminine upswept style, that would show off Jesse's
rather delicate bone structure to its advanage. The style had
numerous tendrils crowning the face, along with a rather stylish
curly puff sticking up in front. It was just like a picture from
Vogue or Glamour.
They didn't show it to Jesse, rather, they blindfolded him, and
proceeded to cut his hair. But, at Laurette's insistence, they
decided, on the spur of the moment, to dye his hair blonde, along
with dying his tweezed eyebrows.
After the hair was dyed an adorable blonde, and prettily
streaked, the stylish coiffure was completed. All three girls
then joined in to shape Jesse's eyebrows. "Oh, how pretty and
delicate, and I just love the color, don't you?", cooed Alexis.
"Yes, they are sooo thin", joined Pamela. The foundation makeup
was applied, as the blindfold was removed, but Jesse was not
allowed to see himself in the mirror - just yet. The foundation
gave him a smooth peaches and cream complexion and his skin took
on the texture of fine porcelain, as well as the color. "Mmmmm,
this shade of foundation does go so well with the new hair color,
don't you think Laurette?", asked Pamela? "Definitely", answered
Laurette. They then went to work on the rest of the makeup,
applying three shades of eyeshadow, thereby enlarging and
deepening his eyes. The colors were a peachy pink, lavendar and
coral, all expertly applied by the girls. Next came the mascara,
eye liner, blush and lip stick. They shaped his lips into full
sensuous curves. At that point, Margaret returned with something
that looked like a stapler. "Oh, you got the ear piercer!", the
girls chimed. Margaret stepped in front of Jesse and took a long
second look and smiled approvingly to the girls. Both ears were
pierced and long dangling earrings were set in place, in addition
to a second set of studs installed in a duplicate set of holes.
Jesse winced as the holes were made, but was so dazed and
confused that he hardly even noticed the sharp shooting pains
that the gun made. They then spun him around and set him in front
of a mirror. Jesse was not ready for the effect. The upswept,
extremely feminine hair, the beautiful eyes, the delicate skin,
the finely featured face that stared back at him, the full lips,
and the swelling full bosom that the corset created seemed to
belong to a young sophisticated lady, but they were his own.
Despite his horror, Jesse felt himself becoming aroused at this
plight. Noticing his heavy breathing, Margaret said, "Girls, I
think its time for a milking!". "Oh, can we watch? Please!". said
the girls. "Sure, I want you to, your mother will be so proud of
you. This is the best one yet!".
With that, Margaret placed the sterling silver spoon and the
silver receptacle in easy reach and started her ritual. Jesse
tried to fight the first climax but it came quickly due to
Margaret's steady, but sure stroking. He had hoped the same
feelings wouldn't occur, but Margaret did it again, taking great
pains to show the girls the technique. To his complete
embarassment, the girls cooing, telling him he was so pretty,
their stroking of his nylons,and the forced sight of himself in
the mirror created a torrent for Margaret.
Afterward, Pamela applied his lipstick, fixing any smudges, and
he was led, since he was quite docile and his will broken, to the
closet. "We must get you dressed, Mother is due home soon", said
Alexis. The girls produced a tight sheath satin dress that zipped
up the back and was adjustable at the hemline. The skirt could be
drawn in. "This is a hobble skirt", the girls said as they put it
on him. He was too weak to resist now, and meekly complied with
their wishes. It showed off his curves to everyones delight and
Margaret adjusted the hem to mid-calf, and for full hobble. He
could take steps of no more than 4 or 5 inches in length and was
effectively constrained. "This will make sure you practice
walking, as well as remind you of your place", snickered
Margaret.
(to be completed)
That's all I have