Untitled 2 by Al

Imagine that we
meet in my large state of the art kitchen. I tease you
about your small arms and thin physique. I am 1m72cm
and 88kg, I am broad and strong. You say that you are
a man and are stronger, I wonder how much of a man
you really are and suggest that we arm wrestle. We
position ourselves across the table and grasp hands. Your
hand is smaller and I look into your eyes and see your
nervous little ego is frightened as we both know that
your very masculinity is being questioned. “You have
nice petite hands and lovely feminine thin wrists” I
say “Look how large and strong my arms look compared
to yours, are you sure that you want to arm wrestle,
I would not like it if I hurt you.” Your eyes widen
and you tighten your grip, I smile, I know that your
grip is weak!! “Ready poppet, ready to see who is the
better man.” You push hard, but are weak and puny. I
push a little and bend your arm a third of the way
down, I twist your wrist back and am then happy to
maintain that position. You cannot push very hard and are
completely in my control. “My friend has a little girl that
you should arm wrestle with, I think that would be a
good match, but you are not strong enough to compete
with an adult woman” You squirm and push harder, but I
am much, much stronger than you are. I firmly put
your hand down on the table and note that my strong
hand completely covers yours.

I hold your hand
in mine, a prisoner. Then I squeeze harder and I can
feel your soft little hand weaken and give to my
strong grip. You moan in pain and try to pull away. “No,
not until you tell me who is the better stronger man”
You are totally mine now, and any thought of fighting
me has long gone. “You are” you wimper. I squeeze
harder still and you cry out in real pain, “Say it all,
say that I am the better stronger man” Your eyes
widen, it makes you look even more feminine, you reach
over with your other hand, I think that I could hold
you without using my left hand. To be sure I reach
over and put my left hand in front of yours. You are
sensible and pull away. “You are the stronger better man”
You say. “Stronger better man than who” I ask. I can
see tears in your eyes now “You are a stronger,
better man than me” You say. Our eyes lock and I ease my
grip a little but still hold your hand a prisoner in
mine. “I don’t think that you are a man, I think that
you are a little girl in disguise” You almost shrink
and mutter “I do not know what you mean” I squeeze
hard again “When I let you go I am going to go into
the other room and take of my pantyhose and skirt,
and you are going to remove your trousers. Then I am
going to put on the trousers and you are going to put
on the pantyhose and skirt.” Your eyes widen “I am
bigger than you, but I will squeeze into the trousers
and my skirt has a belt, you are then going to wear
these clothes home to your wife and tell her why!!” You
nod slowly. “I am going to ask you a question and if
you lie I promise I will break your hand” You are so
frightened and it is very exciting for me. “Have you worn
pantyhose before?” You nod “Yes” you say in a timid voice.
“If you do not do as I say then I will come to your
house and I will overpower you, I will dress you as a
girl and rape you with your wife watching!!”“What is your shoe size?” I enquire. “I have
small feet, size 7” you reply (40 European) Perfect, I
am size 8 but as you are wearing training shoes I
will be able to squeeze into them.
I leave the
room and take off my pleated skirt and sheer
pantyhose, I then hand them to you along with black court
shoes through the door and receive your trousers. I
pull on your trousers and am amused because they are
so tight and it makes me realise how much smaller
than me you are. I wonder how good your legs will look
in my skirt and hosiery. I put on your shoes and
like the transformation.

“Are you dressed yet
poppet?” I ask, “Yes” comes a lovely timid reply. I open
the door and I am met by a slim feminine figure. You
have good legs, a very slim waist and with your big
frightened eyes look very feminine. “Do I look more of a man
now?” I enquire, you nod. I am surprised that the skirt
fits so nicely. The belt has drawn it in a little to
your narrow waist, but it is very close fitting and I
rather expected an non-feminine bulge, but I can see
nothing. “Lift your skirt up” I command, at first I think
that you are going to argue, but there is no
resistance in you now. Timidly you raise your skirt. You
have the tiniest genitals I have ever seen. “You are
soo small” I say, and I cannot help laughing “I am
not exaggerating, the bulge in my knickers is bigger
than that, you are definitely meant to be a girl!!”
Your feet look nice in my shoes, which are only one
size to big and I have to fight the urge to get a
strap on, bend you over the table and fuck you. “Now
poppet what are you going to tell your wife”? Your eyes
get even wider and fill with tears “Please don’t make
me do that, I cannot tell her what you have done to
me, she will never look at me again if she knows that
a woman has done this to me” I laugh and then grab
your wrist, you twist and fall to your knees, a week
helpless thing begging his master/mistress for mercy. “Why
should I care- you half man half girl, do you realise
how pathetic and weak you are, do you realise how
little effort it took to overcome you, your wife should
see you like this, then she will realise what a wimp
you are!” I then look you up and down “And as for
that pathetic worm between your legs, that just
emphasises how feminine you are! Your wife has to see the
real you and that is my last word.” I pull you up and
cannot resist groping and stroking you; my hands run up
your smooth stockings and push your skirt high. “No,
no, please don’t” you plead. I stand back. “Okay -
you can return to your wife with no more struggling
but dressed as you are or dressed as you are but a
rape victim also, understand”
You only live next
door and I know that your wife is home. I take you to
the door and squeeze you tight; you leave to face
your wife. I note the pleasant way your arse moves in
my skirt, and the sound of the nylon rubbing. “You
will return tomorrow and tell me everything that is
said and done in your house tonight” You look dumbly
at me, “If you don’t come voluntarily I will come
around and drag you, and you will dress totally as a
woman, but with that skirt on as I think that you look
very sexy in it. Do you understand?”
“Yes I
understand” You are now totally mine.
“Do you wish that
you had arm wrestled someone else now and not a big
strong woman. I do not imagine that you expected such a
change in your life when you simply put your little hand
in mine”
You tremble and begin to answer, but I
stop you and close the door, tomorrow will be an
interesting day for me. Tonight will be an interesting
evening for you!!
You only live next door and I know that your wife
is home. I take you to the door and squeeze you
tight; you leave to face your wife. I note the pleasant
way your arse moves in my skirt, and the sound of the
nylon rubbing. “You will return tomorrow and tell me
everything that is said and done in your house tonight” You
look dumbly at me, “If you don’t come voluntarily I
will come around and drag you, and you will dress
totally as a woman, but with that skirt on as I think
that you look very sexy in it. Do you understand?”

“Yes I understand” You are now totally mine.
“Do
you wish that you had arm wrestled someone else now
and not a big strong woman. I do not imagine that you
expected such a change in your life when you simply put
your little hand in mine”
You tremble and begin to
answer, but I stop you and close the door, tomorrow will
be an interesting day for me. Tonight will be an
interesting evening for you

I hear the little tap tap
tap at the door. I have been waiting for your visit.
I am dressed in white trousers, and a white blouse,
which has a sheer almost see through middle. I look
feminine, but powerful. I open the door and am delighted to
see your slim feminine figure. You are dressed in my
black skirt and black tights with my shoes on. You also
have a sexy white silk blouse on and a thin feminine
gold chain. I am especially happy with the chain, it
tells me that you want to please me even more than I
expected. “Sit down and tell me about last night!”
We
sit in my lounge, you in the corner of my sofa and I
sit in the arm chair. The sofa is large and makes you
appear even smaller, I wonder if you feel this also.

“When I went home my wife screamed and asked me
something like, what the hell are you doing dressed like
that and where have you been. I made myself a drink
and sat down, I needed a moment to compose myself. I
told her about our arm wrestle and how strong your
grip is, how strong you are. I explained how you made
me beg on my knees and how you hurt my hand. Then I
told her how you made me wear your skirt, pantyhose
and shoes.” I watch you squirm like a schoolgirl
caught being naughty. “Was your wife a little surprised
that your quiet reserved next door neighbour had done
this to you, or did she expect it”
“She could
hardly believe it, at first she suggested that we call
the police, but I said that was impossible. If they
believed me I would be a laughing stock and if they did
not then I would be in trouble for wasting their
time. She wanted to come around to see you, but I said
that was foolish as I was frightened what you might do
to her and I could not protect her from you. She
then told me to take of the clothes and that at least
we could forget the whole thing. I said that was not
possible as I had to return to you, dressed as a woman.
She went crazy saying that no normal man would do
such a thing. That I should stand up to you and not
let myself be pushed around. I said that was
impossible as I was too frightened and you were too strong.
She asked me over and over what could you do to me
that was so frightening and eventually I explained
that you had said that you were going to rape me if I
disobeyed you.” I watched as you told of the evenings
events, you were squirming and looked so feminine and
vulnerable. “Does your wife know that you are here now?” I
asked.
“Yes, I have asked her not to but she says that
she is going to come round” I smile in anticipation.
“If your wife comes in here I am going to show her
how much more of a man I am when compared to you, I
am going to have lots of fun, do you understand!” At
that moment there is a knock at the door, we both know
who it must be. “From this moment you are not Steven,
you are Stephanie, understand, now go and let your
wife in and show her through to this room!” You leave
and I notice a lovely feminine scent, you have used a
nice perfume. You are happier in your role than I
dared hope. Your wife is small, and attractive but she
bursts in and begins shouting and almost ranting at me.
I leave her to shout for a few minutes and then I
get up and put my arm around Stephanie’s slim waist.
I then put my hand in yours and squeeze at the same
time as forcing you to your knees. “Should I really be
sorry for exposing this little thing as the woman that
it always longed to be.” I can see that the image of
her husband dressed very convincingly as a woman, on
his knees before the strength of a large powerful
woman is having quite an effect on her. “Why did you
marry Stephanie? Not for his masculinity, his size, his
strength. Do you like feminine men? Maybe you like women,
is that it?” Her eyes widen and to my delight I
suddenly understand why she is here. She is turned on to
see a woman mastering her husband this way, that is
why she had such a husband in the first place. “Come
to my side!” I command. She shakes her head and
moves back “Come to me or I will break Stephanie’s
hand” I squeeze harder still and you cry out in pain, I
look down “Stroke my leg nicely, if I like it the pain
will ease!” I immediately feel your slim fingers up
and down my legs and am immensely excited. Your wife
slowly approaches. I put my free arm around her waist
and draw her toward me. She strokes my thick strong
arm and then rests her hand on my breast, she is much
shorter than I am and I look down into her eyes, our lips
get closer and we kiss passionately. Between the
three of us the picture is interesting. You are the
smallest and most feminine person, and you are on your
knees, with one weak little hand trapped in mine,
fondling and worshipping my legs and ankles. I am the
largest and strongest and most masculine person in the
room and I am kissing your wife.
I keep hold of
your wife but release you. “Stephanie go to the fridge
and open the Champaign and pour two glasses, one for
your master and one for your wife”
I am not
entirely surprised when a few minutes later you return
with an unopened bottle. You whine that you cannot
open it and I smile and see the opportunity. “Why
doesn’t your wife open it for you, she is more of a man
than you are” I release your wife and she takes the
bottle from you. Her eyes never leave yours as she
grasps the cork and begins to strain. Almost immediately
a smile crosses her lips, then she swiftly pulls
the cork from the bottle, the same cork that you were
unable to budge. She smiles aggressively at you and you
lower your eyes to the floor.