Femdom Trip to Hell: Eric Blue LLC (Scars of the Whip Training Series) by Peter Martin

Author:Peter Martin [Martin, Peter]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Eric Blue LLC
Published: 2014-05-30T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10 – The Beauty Parlor

So I spent half a day at the beauty parlor. I went in my male clothing, which turned out to be a mistake. Just walking into one of those places is guaranteed to get a man instantly noticed. Then when the operators started working on me, every eye in the place was on me.

The night of the party my wife insisted I had developed enough flab around my waist that the waist cincher was necessary. After she laced me painfully into it, I got dressed in my black bra, black panties, black hose, and 4 inch' black patent heels. She also insisted the dress didn't look right without petticoats. When I complained, she threatened to make me wear the super short dress, so I shut up.

The party was every bit as humiliating as I expected. I frequently had to raise my skirt to show off my panties. Many of the women, whom I had known for years, and were always respectful and well-behaved, reached up under my skirt and fondled me. I suspected my wife had suggested it.

During the course of the evening, my wife handed out many ManTran cards to interested women. I learned later that she would get a $100 commission for every successful referral. Somehow those checks went for clothes for her, not to reduce the balance I had to pay ManTran.

The party was such a success that it was repeated every other month or so. I continued to agree, faced with the threat of exposure to my co-workers. I learned it was better to go to the beauty parlor in feminine clothes. The staff, of course, knew I was a man, but I was able to fool some of the customers.

Then it happened. I opened the door at one of the parties, curtsied, and was appalled to see my female co-workers.

"You lied to me. You said you wouldn't tell them."

"Actually, I didn't. One of my friends must have told them about the web site, and shared the password. They called wanting to see you dressed. I didn't see any harm in it."

I immediately kicked off the heels, and went into the bedroom. I tore off the dress, petticoats, bra, waist cincher and hose, and left them in a pile on the floor. I dressed in male clothing, except I left the panties on since I didn't have any male underwear. I tore off the hair piece, and washed off the makeup. I stormed out through the living room full of suddenly quiet women, and left, slamming the door as I did. I went to a bar, where I got very drunk.

When I got home about 2 AM, my wife was already asleep. I kicked off my shoes and collapsed on the bed with my clothes on. I expected all hell to break loose the next morning, but she didn't say a word. I undressed and showered. I remembered I didn't have any male underwear, so I reluctantly put on a clean pair of panties and finished dressing.

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