I knew my hair was a real mess and going to be hell to get clean - it felt wonderful, my subby side was coming out in spades. I felt a tingle shooting through me at the thought of my state.
My dress was matted and heavy with mud and flour - it clung to my legs as I tried to walk. My hair tightened as my body heat dried out the flour paste coating my every hair - it tugged as it hardened.
And I had no choice - none. My restrained hands wouldnt allow me to rearrange anything. Regardless, the glued leather belt effectively locked me in the dress.
Sound very twee - but really felt like swooning in ecstacy!
THe pain in my feet and legs - from heels, fighting against skirts and chaffing grew and went beyond 'fun'. But the mind is strange - I was so aroused by my predicament that the discomfort just aroused me more.
I stopped fighting and gleefully emptied my bladder into my panties - until warm wee leaked down my legs and into my boots.
It took about two hours to make it back - I arrived exhausted.
J had planned to torture me some more, but I was such a state that a warm spray down and straight into the first of about eight baths started.
My hair took hours and hours - not fun at the time, but the anticipation had been a huge turn on and I would honestly love to go through it again. Knowing something so impossible to clean up was being mushed into my hair encapsulates much of what being submissive means to me. I simply dont want a choice.
It was late and I was tired by the time I came reasonably clean. J almost relented, but happily is made of stern stuff.
Tired as I was, I was left to reshave, condition my hair and restyle it. I cleaned and redid my nail polish and got made up.
A silky thong was followed by a suspender belt and shiny stockings. A lacey bra next, then a slip and a short shift dress. Patent court shoes went on my feet and I was sent through to the kitchen with a pat on my bottom.
I cooked dinner and set to doing the mound of washing up that was left for me - very pervy, but being a girl through choice, I loved the domestic submissiveness. Under no illusions as to the allure of being treated like this 24/7. Many women seem to be repulsed by the cross-dress thing. I would say to them - take advantage, you have the potential to have a partner that will never take you for granted. OK flip side - I can appreciate a lady wanting a 'man'. Both can exist - my day self has done all the machismo nonesense that could be wished for - Untrinque Paratus/ Ad Unum Omnes! I admit, with chance to express alter-ego, that sub/ fem side did explode out a bit - I never lost sight of how it was for J and that she didnt want that as the main character.
We ate dinner - J patiently forcing me to eat in a feminine way - again wonderful. Very frustrating in an arousing way.
No mess - I was sent to clean off make-up and put on a nightie. J then curlered my hair - ouch - and we went to bed.
In the morning J was up and about. I got up to find written instructions. Stay plain!
There was a large pair of plain towelling school panties, white knee socks, a navy blue pleated skirt - knee length, a training bra, white blouse, school tie, grey v jumper and a blaser with school badge. A straw hat and school satchel completed the outfit.
I went down stairs and found a note directing me to the barn. In side a school desk was set up and J was there in uniform. Dont know if fashion down south, but the withit school girl up here is sporting a short pleated skirt, shiney opaque black tights and white turn-over knee boots - so was J dressed.
She laid into me - the square, mousey new swot. She pushed me into a chair and pulled my blaser and jumper down my arms - pinning them.
My satchel strap tied my ankles.
Once helpless, J lit up a cigarette and pushed it into my mouth - I only managed a few puffs before coughing too much. She smiled - this was expected. She continued to smoke as she pulled out an ashtray deep in stubs and grey ash. MY hat was removed and the ashtry tipped slowly over my head - and rubbed in.
I was going to get a swot initation.
A large bottle of black ink was produced and J poured it down inside my blouse. This was followed by a jug of paste glue and thoroughly worked into my bra. A tub of hole punch paper dots was then sprinkled on for effect.
Lunch! J gleefully announced and went behind me. She returned with a paper plate - loaded with sloppy mash potatoe, carrot/ swede mash and thick brown gravy.
She held it in front of my face then slowly, but firmly pushed the contents into my face and rubbed the plate up into my hair.
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by sol84 » 12 Oct 2006, 08:01
J then came to me with a jug - chicken soup was slowly poured over my head ( cold ) and worked in.
Warming to my opportunity I squeakily told her that soup was a starter and she'd already used a main course.
She freed me and pushed me hard onto a table. My wrists were cable tied to one set of legs and my ankles were tied with ties threaded through the end of about a 80cm broom handle.
My skirt was lifted and my panties pulled round my knees.
I then got 6 of J's very best with a cane! My shouts were very real - but I got the lot.
VEgatable, tomato and minestrone soup were poured over my stinging bottom and roughly worked into every nook and cranny - including fingers again.
A sloppy chocolate sponge was smeered under me - over my bra and a second was put under my face and my head forcibly pushed into it.
J had beans, tomatoes and all sorts ready to follow - but looking at me concluded - righly I think - that I was so covered that additional stuff would go unnoticed.
So I was left to set for a bit - after the obligatory milking - following which my sodden panties had been pulled back up.
When J returned I was cold hosed down.
Sort of clean - if a little sticky, J said I was now a cool girly and she would help me dress.
She put me in a lacy thong, PP hold ups - black, white frilly ankle socks, a pleated tartan mini, short crop lycra sport top and a wide pink leather hip belt.
Still outside she did my finger nails in four coats - with glitter, full makeup.
I got an ankle bracelet , cheap trashy rings, bracelets and some neck chains.
My shoes were patent white with three inch heels and a broad ankle strap.
She smiled close into me and announced the finshing touches and going through what real slutty schoolgirls got -
She pushed me into a chair and handcuffed me to it. Blind folding me I was left for a minute or so. THen there was a sharp hiss by my ear and my ear lobe went numb. There was a strong smell - hair spray.
THrough the numb a piercing pain shot, but J had my head pinned against her. The pain intensified as she fiddled with my ear, then I felt a weight pull my lobe.
This was repeated on my other ear - worse now for anticipation.
She had pierced my ears! Dangly earrings now proudly sported from my lobes - done in traditional daft schoolgirl way!
Aside - I have some regretable medical knowledge. Being remote and active outdoors, we have an extensive medical kit - very extensive. In there are surgical grade antiseptic products. My ears were doused, as were the instruments used and J was in sterile gloves - doused. There is always a risk - but several weeks on, there has been no infection. We know the risk and made a judgement to take it. You must make your own choice and trust your play partner to go through any of this. Sorry for lecture!
I was buzzing again - so hadnt really taken in being freed and face down on table again. J just pinned me down - my mini had already ridden up. She chastised me ' you must work harder - remember that boys must never see your string' String?
I caught on quickly as I felt J part my buttocks and swiftly insert a tampon - heavily greased - into my bottom. She gently tugged my string then reset my thong.
Almost there - just your hair - red is too bland. With a comb she brushed bright green permanent dye into my hair. It didnt really react well with the red to be honest! BUt what the heck.
Lashing of hair spray then spiked up my hair and I was done.
J made me walk the few hundred yards on the track round the house, said I was perfect and it was time for school term to end.
She hugged me and we kissed. Then with a shove I was pinned by a fence and a waiting cuff clipped round my wrist. J pushed me to my knees then left - to return with a wheel barrow full of bags.
My flour and egging lasted about twenty minutes - I was well and truly got. My hair was full of yoke and broken shell - to then be matted solid by a bag of flour rubbed well in.
My top and knickers got filled with egg then flour, my shoes were taken off, filled and refitted.
I was totally covered.
J pulled my thong down to my knees and produced a can of white emulsion paint. With a brush she completely coated between my legs then gleefully tipped the remaining pot over my head.
I was made to squat on my heels. J had a shovel and did something behind me. With only a slight pause and looking in my face she pushed me backwards - to sit squarely in the cold cowpat she had placed.
My other wrist was cuffed and I was left by the fence while she went to get changed.
I was pretty set when she returned. Leaving me as a I was, she used a cold hose to start washing my hair clean. All the suds and mess running over me.
It did come perfect - but clean enough. The next thing would likely be ultimate humiliation for a real girl - remember SSC always. I pretended to panic, but we had agreed this as best solution and my hair is usually quite short - J J shaved my head with clippers. That solved the hair dye issue!
It also signalled the end of play. I was quite emotional about it all. J smiled - scooped up some of the flour muck and rubbed it into the stubble on my head. Then released me to go get clean.
It took hours - in truth several days of intensive baths and showers to get cleaned up. I cant say I enjoyed every minute - but I had fun getting the mess and knowing what a clean up it would be.
Many of the clothes just didnt survive!
J and I talked long after the event - trying to resolve queries and just honestly saying what we felt. She had grown worried I wanted to be a girl always and that I wanted to stay submissive. I was honestly able to say it was tempting - but only from the luxury of the fantasy - compounded by the release of years of pent up frustration. This was part of me, I couldnt deny it. However, if anything the days of dressing brought home just how hard it is to be a girl - and in candour I dont think Im good enough.
Maybe a perverse leap of logic, but works for us. My dress up side and the days we had just made me appreciate the feminity of J all the more. In that, it actually boosted my masculine feelings.
The urge is still there - all the stronger from recent events - a few days cant exorcise the years of longing. But seems that now having this out in open ( between us ) has taken away mush of the shame/ guilt side and the importance to an extent. Knowing that by mutual consent we can work out this fetish and derive pleasure in our separate ways has been frankly wonderful.
Cow pat - see comment above about risk. We made a choice. Risks and advice given on the forum were appreciated.
J - well everything must balance. You will have picked up an inkling of J's interests from her actions detailed above. Next time its her fantasy that we bring to life - but sorry it does fit the theme here!
Thank you for listening. Sorry no pictures - some taken, but just not confident enough yet.
We would dearly love to hear your comments views - no problem with critism either - we dont have to agree. Particularly still keen on ideas - let us know how you would have done things.
Finally - and I know they keep brushing it off. But thank you Hayley and Bill. Fetish is a deeply personal thing and a very strong emotion. You have made a huge difference to me and I know many other and not received a great deal of thanks ( I bought Mucky Tales - fantastic, have copious back issues and quite a few of the DVDs/ Vids ). Also thanks for the stories here - even reporting events has proven a hard slog. Really now appreciate the efforts you go to providing a constant flow of material. Brush it aside as you wish, but the gratitude remains - so there!
Warming to my opportunity I squeakily told her that soup was a starter and she'd already used a main course.
She freed me and pushed me hard onto a table. My wrists were cable tied to one set of legs and my ankles were tied with ties threaded through the end of about a 80cm broom handle.
My skirt was lifted and my panties pulled round my knees.
I then got 6 of J's very best with a cane! My shouts were very real - but I got the lot.
VEgatable, tomato and minestrone soup were poured over my stinging bottom and roughly worked into every nook and cranny - including fingers again.
A sloppy chocolate sponge was smeered under me - over my bra and a second was put under my face and my head forcibly pushed into it.
J had beans, tomatoes and all sorts ready to follow - but looking at me concluded - righly I think - that I was so covered that additional stuff would go unnoticed.
So I was left to set for a bit - after the obligatory milking - following which my sodden panties had been pulled back up.
When J returned I was cold hosed down.
Sort of clean - if a little sticky, J said I was now a cool girly and she would help me dress.
She put me in a lacy thong, PP hold ups - black, white frilly ankle socks, a pleated tartan mini, short crop lycra sport top and a wide pink leather hip belt.
Still outside she did my finger nails in four coats - with glitter, full makeup.
I got an ankle bracelet , cheap trashy rings, bracelets and some neck chains.
My shoes were patent white with three inch heels and a broad ankle strap.
She smiled close into me and announced the finshing touches and going through what real slutty schoolgirls got -
She pushed me into a chair and handcuffed me to it. Blind folding me I was left for a minute or so. THen there was a sharp hiss by my ear and my ear lobe went numb. There was a strong smell - hair spray.
THrough the numb a piercing pain shot, but J had my head pinned against her. The pain intensified as she fiddled with my ear, then I felt a weight pull my lobe.
This was repeated on my other ear - worse now for anticipation.
She had pierced my ears! Dangly earrings now proudly sported from my lobes - done in traditional daft schoolgirl way!
Aside - I have some regretable medical knowledge. Being remote and active outdoors, we have an extensive medical kit - very extensive. In there are surgical grade antiseptic products. My ears were doused, as were the instruments used and J was in sterile gloves - doused. There is always a risk - but several weeks on, there has been no infection. We know the risk and made a judgement to take it. You must make your own choice and trust your play partner to go through any of this. Sorry for lecture!
I was buzzing again - so hadnt really taken in being freed and face down on table again. J just pinned me down - my mini had already ridden up. She chastised me ' you must work harder - remember that boys must never see your string' String?
I caught on quickly as I felt J part my buttocks and swiftly insert a tampon - heavily greased - into my bottom. She gently tugged my string then reset my thong.
Almost there - just your hair - red is too bland. With a comb she brushed bright green permanent dye into my hair. It didnt really react well with the red to be honest! BUt what the heck.
Lashing of hair spray then spiked up my hair and I was done.
J made me walk the few hundred yards on the track round the house, said I was perfect and it was time for school term to end.
She hugged me and we kissed. Then with a shove I was pinned by a fence and a waiting cuff clipped round my wrist. J pushed me to my knees then left - to return with a wheel barrow full of bags.
My flour and egging lasted about twenty minutes - I was well and truly got. My hair was full of yoke and broken shell - to then be matted solid by a bag of flour rubbed well in.
My top and knickers got filled with egg then flour, my shoes were taken off, filled and refitted.
I was totally covered.
J pulled my thong down to my knees and produced a can of white emulsion paint. With a brush she completely coated between my legs then gleefully tipped the remaining pot over my head.
I was made to squat on my heels. J had a shovel and did something behind me. With only a slight pause and looking in my face she pushed me backwards - to sit squarely in the cold cowpat she had placed.
My other wrist was cuffed and I was left by the fence while she went to get changed.
I was pretty set when she returned. Leaving me as a I was, she used a cold hose to start washing my hair clean. All the suds and mess running over me.
It did come perfect - but clean enough. The next thing would likely be ultimate humiliation for a real girl - remember SSC always. I pretended to panic, but we had agreed this as best solution and my hair is usually quite short - J J shaved my head with clippers. That solved the hair dye issue!
It also signalled the end of play. I was quite emotional about it all. J smiled - scooped up some of the flour muck and rubbed it into the stubble on my head. Then released me to go get clean.
It took hours - in truth several days of intensive baths and showers to get cleaned up. I cant say I enjoyed every minute - but I had fun getting the mess and knowing what a clean up it would be.
Many of the clothes just didnt survive!
J and I talked long after the event - trying to resolve queries and just honestly saying what we felt. She had grown worried I wanted to be a girl always and that I wanted to stay submissive. I was honestly able to say it was tempting - but only from the luxury of the fantasy - compounded by the release of years of pent up frustration. This was part of me, I couldnt deny it. However, if anything the days of dressing brought home just how hard it is to be a girl - and in candour I dont think Im good enough.
Maybe a perverse leap of logic, but works for us. My dress up side and the days we had just made me appreciate the feminity of J all the more. In that, it actually boosted my masculine feelings.
The urge is still there - all the stronger from recent events - a few days cant exorcise the years of longing. But seems that now having this out in open ( between us ) has taken away mush of the shame/ guilt side and the importance to an extent. Knowing that by mutual consent we can work out this fetish and derive pleasure in our separate ways has been frankly wonderful.
Cow pat - see comment above about risk. We made a choice. Risks and advice given on the forum were appreciated.
J - well everything must balance. You will have picked up an inkling of J's interests from her actions detailed above. Next time its her fantasy that we bring to life - but sorry it does fit the theme here!
Thank you for listening. Sorry no pictures - some taken, but just not confident enough yet.
We would dearly love to hear your comments views - no problem with critism either - we dont have to agree. Particularly still keen on ideas - let us know how you would have done things.
Finally - and I know they keep brushing it off. But thank you Hayley and Bill. Fetish is a deeply personal thing and a very strong emotion. You have made a huge difference to me and I know many other and not received a great deal of thanks ( I bought Mucky Tales - fantastic, have copious back issues and quite a few of the DVDs/ Vids ). Also thanks for the stories here - even reporting events has proven a hard slog. Really now appreciate the efforts you go to providing a constant flow of material. Brush it aside as you wish, but the gratitude remains - so there!
by starbrightnight » 17 Oct 2006, 16:13
I really enjoyed this account, and would definitely like to read anything else you feel like posting. I would certainly like to read about Js scenario and thoughts. Great if she could post her account !!
Telling of your thoughts on being humiliated and on inabiting a female role is very interesting -and would like to read more in this vein and anything else you might write.
Telling of your thoughts on being humiliated and on inabiting a female role is very interesting -and would like to read more in this vein and anything else you might write.
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by sol84 » 17 Oct 2006, 19:44
Starbrightnight - thank you for comments. ( great handle btw )
Would love to pretend that I hadnt kept scanning for some response - good, bad or indifferent - but it would have been pretence!
I think a lot - waaaaay too much. So maybe getting J to input would be good. She is reluctant, but has said will consider. In part she claims that doesnt actually dwell on/ think about 'stuff' half as much as I do. Got to say that is no bad thing - I did use the word WAAAAAY seriously.
The feminine alter-ego is very much a pole away from the usual perception of me. Not entirely sure whether helps or hinders. Compound the mix with the usual me ticking lots of those 'manly' boxes that J understandably likes and its an odd mix.
The urge to dress and mess has been in me from earliest memory - certainly before any sexual awareness. Not sure if machismo side was a denial response - but transpired I was very good at things in that vein. Deep eh!
Is there room for a WAM and PTSD thread?
Thanks again for the feed back, will discuss with J.
Would love to pretend that I hadnt kept scanning for some response - good, bad or indifferent - but it would have been pretence!
I think a lot - waaaaay too much. So maybe getting J to input would be good. She is reluctant, but has said will consider. In part she claims that doesnt actually dwell on/ think about 'stuff' half as much as I do. Got to say that is no bad thing - I did use the word WAAAAAY seriously.
The feminine alter-ego is very much a pole away from the usual perception of me. Not entirely sure whether helps or hinders. Compound the mix with the usual me ticking lots of those 'manly' boxes that J understandably likes and its an odd mix.
The urge to dress and mess has been in me from earliest memory - certainly before any sexual awareness. Not sure if machismo side was a denial response - but transpired I was very good at things in that vein. Deep eh!
Is there room for a WAM and PTSD thread?
Thanks again for the feed back, will discuss with J.
Keep having fun and hope to hear more soon!
by sol84 » 19 Oct 2006, 10:11
Muckypup
Thank you. Never sure that eloquent and 'bore the bottom off people' ( look at Bill ) arent interchangable expressions!
Will go on basis should carry on writing until I hear otherwise.
Dont need long or detailed replies, but feedback - in whatever form and questions/ observations make it much easier to frame a reply.
Thank you. Never sure that eloquent and 'bore the bottom off people' ( look at Bill ) arent interchangable expressions!
Will go on basis should carry on writing until I hear otherwise.
Dont need long or detailed replies, but feedback - in whatever form and questions/ observations make it much easier to frame a reply.
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