A Night With The Girls
By Maurice Mickey Maschke
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Sitting back into the chair she then told me to crawl into the closet with her. I did so. Once in there she then bound me to the wall rings. My hands and feet now could not move to protect me. I was completely at her mercy. She laughed at me again and told me how she was going to make me really beg to be turned into a girl. All that Diane was wearing was a black sattin nightie to the crotch. She then turned around and put on this full length silver fox fur, in dark smoke grey, with an oversized shawl collar and large bell sleeves. She then turned around and began laughing at me as she then began to caress my C over and over. She was telling how soft the fur is.
"Soft, isn't it, Mickey. So soft. That's it. Get lost in it, Mickey. You're getting lost in the fur. It's making you so hard. That's right. You're getting hard Mickey. You're getting trapped by the fur. The fur has you trapped there on the wall. That's right. Now, Mickey... Beg me.. Do you really want to be a girl? Hmmmm? Do you? I could put this coat on you. And that would make you a girl forever... Would you like that? Tell me Mickey..." And she laughed at me again as my body was trembling and shaking as she continued to tease my C.
I began whining and begging her to turn me into a girl. I was shaking and so lost under the spell of the fur, and her, that I was begging her to turn me into a girl. She then instructed to beg her in a girl's voice. And I changed the tone of my voice to be higher, softer and a little lustier. She smiled and then laughed and told me how soft I was becoming. How I was becoming like the fur, soft and weak and feminine. I agreed with her and told her that I was feeling somewhat feminine. Laughing, she asked me if I would like to put the fur on. I told yes. She warned me that if I put it on that I would become trapped in it. I would become lost in the softness. And that there was no going back once I did that. I would be trapped forever. And she laughed again. I couldn't help it. I was mad with desire. I was so mindless that I could only think of looking pretty for Diane and putting the coat on and becoming her girl slave. I begged her again to let me wear it.
Laughing, she then began rubbing the front of my body with the fur. I was moaning and begging her to please let me wear it. She then backed away from me and slowly undid my fastenings and let me stand before her. Swirling around the coat teased my C as she moved. She laughed again as she took the coat and put it on me. Once on, she then pulled the fur collar up around my face and laughed at me as my eyes then went out of focus and I stood there before her, totally in a deep trance.
"Now don't you look feminine. Ah! What shall we call you, honey? I know. We'll call you Melissa! That's it. Melissa. How does that sound?" She giggled as she stood there.
"That sounds wonderful Mistress." I returned.
And she then made me walk around the closet with MY beautiful ladies fur on. I began to sway when I walked. I was lost under her spell. She then led me out into the other room and inspected me. My hair was pulled back in a pony tail behind my back. She then undid my poney tail, letting my middle of the back hair fall around my shoulders. She then inspected my legs for hair, and my arms. Neither had a hair on them. And then she looked at my crotch to make sure that it was hairless too. It was. She then pulled the coat around me and began to caress my penis with it.
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