 
Balletlover - Balletmania
written by Pete at on 29.10. at 19:10:58 Here's a story I found on my searches through Google. I immediately thought of this group when I read it. Enjoy.------------------------------------------------------------------------------- **This story contains elements that have been inspired by great, freetransgender erotica that exists on the Internet. Please accept mytribute in the way it was intended, as homage and flattery instead ofplagiaristic inc0mpetence. There are no direct quotes or stolencharacters in this story, only thoughts and ideas inspired by andembellished upon. Copyright (c) 2002 by Rice Montgomery ** "Hold still," Beth said as she tied Matt's wriggling feet to thechair with a pink pair of tights. "These have to be snug." "I don't want to play this game," Matt protested, struggling againsthis binding. His two stepsisters had over-powered the young boy andtied him to a chair in the middle of their bedroom. Sarah watched hersister from a distance. She smiled wickedly to herself. She'd beenplanning this day for months and now, with their parents out for theevening, there was plenty of time to prod, provoke and destroy theirnew "brother". "Beth, put his feet into the tights and then tie the rest to the legsof the chair," Sarah suggested while nibbling on her thumbnail."That'll hold his feet better and he won't be able to use his toes tountie himself." "Good idea," squealed Beth. She rolled a pair of the shimmery tightsinto a nylon donut and held it in front of Matt's darting digits."Point your toes, Sweetie. I don't want to get a run in my tights." "No! I told you, I'm sorry! I'll never sneak into your room again!"Matt pleaded as hooked his leg around the side of the white, woodenchair. Sarah approached him from behind and twisted his ear. Mattwinced, his body frozen in pain. "It's too late for apologies now, Mattie. You knew when you read mydiary and rifled through our dresser drawers that you were wrong and,now, you have to pay the price. I'm going to let go of your ear andyou're going to point your toes like a pretty ballerina or else we'regoing to tell your Mother about our little problem," Sarah said."Military school doesn't seem like an ideal option for a tender boysuch as yourself, does it, Mattie?" "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I just wanted to see if you guys had any of myt-shirts. I wasn't looking at your stuff," Matt cried. Sarah let go ofMatt's ear and gave it a little kiss. "Of course, you weren't looking at our stuff, Sweet Mattie. I believeyou. The only problem is that Beth doesn't believe you," Sarah winkedat Beth over Matt's shoulder. "So, we're going to play 'lie detector'and, if you pass the test, we won't tell your Mother and you won't besent off to Devens Academy for Boys. That sounds fair doesn't it,Mattie?" "I guess. What do I have to do?" Matt twisted his head, trying to geta look at his Sister. Sarah traced a finger across Matt's back as shestepped in front of him. "That's the beauty of the 'lie detector'. You don't have to doanything. Just sit there and... be honest," Sarah said, standing behindher Sister. "Sounds easy," Matt gulped. "It is, Sweetness. Now, let doubting old Beth here finish upon your tootsies and we can get started," Sarah cooed. "Just pointthose little toes, Cutie." "Okay, but don't tell anyone about this," Matt sighed, hisface beet red as he extended his right foot. "Scout's honor," Sarah promised. Beth giggled as she rolledone pair of tights over her Stepbrother's foot, tied it off at theankle and shifted over to his other leg. "Left foot," Beth said. Matt pointed his toes as he wasquickly sheathed in pink satin spandex. "Such beautiful arches." "They are nice, Mattie. Maybe you should start taking balletwith us," Sarah and Beth laughed. "Really funny. Now what?" Matt demanded, his voice cracking.He was starting to get nervous. He had never told anyone about his oddfascination with ballerinas and dancewear. Now, tied to a chair withtights, he felt exposed and vulnerable. What would happen? "Can you move?" Beth asked. Matt struggled. He was c0mpletelyimmobilized. "No, I can't," Matt said, surprised at how well his newsisters had tied him down. "Now, I'm going to pull down your pants, so we can get abetter look at the 'lie detector'," Sarah reached forward andunbuttoned Matt's pants. Matt tried to push his chair away but histights-clad feet merely slid on the carpeted floor. "Hold still,Mattie. I'm not going to hurt you." "What's this all about?" Matt cried as Sarah pulled his pantsdown, exposing his flaccid penis. Beth couldn't keep herself fromlaughing as she perched on the floor, holding the chair in place. "Oh God, I didn't think you were that small! Well, at least wehave a neutral place to start our examination," Sarah pulled Matt'spants to his mid-thigh and adjusted his shirt so she had a proper viewof his wilted cock. Matt's world was in turmoil. He'd never let anygirl see him naked. At fourteen, he still hadn't developed any realself-image and, outside of his beautiful Stepsisters, he'd hardly evenspoken to any girls. "Beth, get the baby powder. We want the defendantto feel his freshest." "I'll get it," Beth ran from the room. Sarah smiled down ather brother. He had already started to crack and she hadn't evengotten started. Sarah picked up a pair of peach satin panties andtwirled them distractedly on one finger. Beth hurried back into theroom with a bottle of the perfumed powder. Sarah took the bottle fromher sister and, placing the panties on Matt's thigh, proceeded topowder his genitals. Lifting his cock and balls from the seat, shehummed softly as she coated everything with cool, white softness. "There you go. You're sweet and dry. Ready for our questions,"Sarah stood back admiring her work. Matt's penis began to stiffen. Hetried desperately to focus on something other than his Stepsisters,the panties or the powder. "Easy there, Little Miss. You don't want toruin your case before we even get started." Sarah grabbed the pantiesoff of Matt's thigh and threw them into a corner. "Don't lose yourcool, Darling." "I can't help it," Matt said, straining to keep himself incontrol. "Please let me up. I'll do anything." "Focus, Sweetie. Focus. The night's still young," Beth said asshe tenderly stroked the tops of Matt's stocking feet. "This is partof the game." "We are on a fact-finding mission. We need to know what it isthat made you invade our privacy," Sarah said. "Only then can weeliminate the problem. Only then can we truly make amends." "I told you. I didn't c0me in here to look at anything.Honestly, it was just the..." "T-shirts. Yes, you said that before," Sarah c0mpleted Matt'sthought. "I wish that were true but we all know that you've been inhere before. We have proof, Sweetness. We place a piece of tape acrossour door everyday and everyday it's broken. We know you've been inhere. Not just once and not for T-shirts." "Let's get to the rules," Beth said. "Yes, now that your swelling has subsided, we should explainhow we plan to go about our work," Sarah sat on the floor and took herBrother's foot in her hand, massaging it through the nylon. "Your 'liedetector', we shall call it 'Giselle' for the remainder of the trial,is going to tell us what it is that you like so much about our room.We are going to subject you to a variety of stimuli until we are ableto hone in on what makes this room such a very special place for you." "H-how will that work?" Matt asked, trembling. His cockbeginning to twitch in response to his sisters' foot massage, he triedto think of anything else. He searched the pink papered walls of theroom for some innocuous image but everywhere he looked was somethingfeminine and distracting: satin pointe shoes, ballet posters,leotards, tights, slips, bras, panties. His head swirled. "When pretty Giselle gets all puffed up and hard, we'll knowwhat you like and then we'll deal with the problem accordingly," Bethsmiled as she dropped Matt's foot and, standing, walked to herdresser. "I go first." Beth dug through her underwear drawer. Sarahsmiled at Matt as she playfully tickled the bottom of his foot. "Tickle, tickle," Sarah cooed as Matt squirmed in his seat."Do these tights amplify the tickling? They sure look cute on you,Mattie. So shimmery, smooth and pretty. How do they feel on your feet?Giselle?" Sarah craned her neck to see Matt's cock. Matt closed hiseyes and thought of baseball. "I want to go to my room," Matt protested. "No fair," cried Beth as she walked back to Matt, black silkbra in one hand, black silk panties in the other. "I get to go first.Matt, don't pay any attention to her. Look at me." Beth slowly tookoff her clothes in a mock strip tease and placed everything in a pileon Matt's crotch. Although she was only 17, Beth had already growninto an impressive figure. Her firm, young breasts stood pert andpetite, her brown, erect nipples were sharply defined by the black braas she fastened it into place. "I'm going to dress up for you, Mattand then, if I win, I'll undress for you again." Beth wiggled into hersilky panties. Sarah lifted Beth's clothes from Matt's lap andexamined his cock. "Sweet Giselle is showing signs of life, Beth but, so far,nothing conclusive," Sarah smirked. "Miss Giselle knows this is justthe warm-up act." She patted the clothes down onto Matt's crotch. "Doesn't Giselle like my pretty panties and my pretty bra?Doesn't she want me to stroke and kiss her while I'm wearing my blacksilk underwear?" Beth walked toward Matt. "No touching the 'lie detector' until a verdict has beenreached," Sarah c0mplained. "We agreed." "Oh, all right," Beth sighed. She straddled Matt's chair;her pantied crotch hovering just above Matt's covered penis. "MissGiselle would like me to sit on her, wouldn't she? To crush herbetween my pussy and my silky panties? To roll back and forth acrossher? Making her so hard and so happy?" Beth murmured into Matt's ear.Sarah stopped her. Beth pulled away. "I wasn't finished." "That was your five minutes," Sarah explained. "Now I get togo." Beth pouted as she walked across the room and put on her robe. "Well, let's check on Giselle anyway," Beth demanded. "Whereare my slippers?" Sarah removed the clothes from Matt's crotch. Bethlooked under the bed for her shoes. "How'd I do?" "Close but no cigar," Sarah put the clothes down and turnedto face Matt. "How are you holding up, Sweet Mattie?" Matt opened hiseyes, blinked and tried to put on a brave face. "This is stupid. I'm sorry but, honestly, there's nothingthat here to incriminate me. I'm innocent," Matt silently prayed he'dbe let go. Sarah looked into his eyes and smiled. "I know your special secret," She whispered, kissing hischeek. "You like the ladies but sometimes you also like what theladies are wearing. You like silky things. Soft, pretty things.Stretchy things." Matt nearly jumped out of his skin. Sarah traced hislip with her finger. "Oh, look what's happening to Sweet Giselle. AllI had to do was say the words and already you're halfway gone. I'mgoing to make Little Giselle spit up all the proof we need and I won'teven have to touch you. Don't move a muscle, Sweetness." Sarah walkedover to the closet and disappeared behind the door. "Sarah, where are my black ballet slippers?" Beth asked. "Ileft them under the bed and now, I can't find them. My feet are cold." "Hold on, " Sarah said from the closet. "I have everythingright here." Sarah, dressed in a pink leotard, white tights and pinksatin ballet slippers, walked out of the closet with an armful ofdancewear. Matt gasped in shock. Sarah and Beth turned to face Mattwith smiles on their faces. "I knew it. I saw the way you looked at uswhen we had that recital. You've been c0ming into our room for ourballet stuff, haven't you, Matt?" "I-I don't know what you're talking about," Matt strained athis ties. "I want to go to my room." "Not yet, Sweet Dearest Mattie," Beth said, taking the blackballet slippers from her sister's hand and sliding them onto her feet. "We need proof. We need evidence. This is going to be so much fun! Giselle is going to love this." Sarah padded slowly across the room, slippered toes tracing a line before her. She winked at Matt as she sat between his legs on thefloor. "Let's start with your slippers, Giselle. They are the veryessence of ballet. Even the words 'ballet slippers' have anintoxicating effect on you. I have an extra pair of soft, white satinballet slippers here that I think you're going to love." Sarah cooedat Matt's cock. Matt stared at the ceiling, doing multiplicationtables in his head. Sarah placed the ballet slippers on Matt'stwitching, now almost fully engorged, penis. "How do those feel, Giselle? They're very soft and satiny. They're normally for very special occasions like weddings or recitals. Are they c0mfortable? Oh, I think Miss Giselle likes these pretty slippers very, very much. What do you think, Matt? Cat got your tongue?" Beth sat beside her Sister and smiled with conspiratorial glee. "I think Matt's a little jealous," Beth pouted. "Why, Beth?" Asked Sarah. "Because he doesn't have any pretty ballet slippers towear," Beth explained. "You're right. We're all wearing slippers except for Matt,"Sarah replied in a baby voice. "I bet those new slippers you've got hidden behind yourback would fit him perfectly," Beth said. "Maybe you're right." Sarah said, producing a black Capeziobox. "He's already wearing tights. I'm sure he'll slide right intothese little pink slippers." Matt sat upright and pulled at the chair. "Please don't! I don't like ballet stuff. I don't want towear slippers!" Matt shouted. His eyes widened as Sarah opened thebox, pulled out a pair of soft leather, pink ballet slippers andadjusted their drawstrings. "You mind is saying 'no' but Miss Giselle is saying 'ohyes'," Beth nodded toward Matt's fully erect cock, bobbing helplesslyup against the satin slippers that lay in his crotch. Each silkencaress, making him harder than before. "Miss Giselle wants to wear thepretty, little shoes, doesn't she?" "I can't stop it! Please I'm sorry!" Matt's face reddened. "Here, Beth, you do the right one. I'll do the left," Sarahhanded her Sister a slipper, hardly able to contain her excitement."These are going to feel a little strange at first, Mattie. I got themin your street shoe size because I know you'll be wearing them asbedroom slippers. Normally, we ballerinas would get them one sizesmaller so they'd fit perfectly in ballet class but I wanted you tofeel how soft they are without having to break them in." She knew shehad him right at the breaking point and so she continued to use keywords and phrases that would hopefully, provoke a response. Beth sawwhat she was doing and followed suit. "Point your toes again, Sweetie," cooed Beth. Matt, nowbeyond the bounds of reason, c0mplied. Sarah and Beth slid his feeteasily into the ballet slippers, sat back and admired their handiwork."They look beautiful, Mattie. So sweet and soft. How do they feel?Curl your toes in them. Aren't they the most feminine things you'veever felt? You look so cute in your shiny tights and your pinkslippers. I'll bet you can barely contain the buds of beauty andloveliness blooming within your fevered little mind. Soft, prettyslippers on your feet and there's nothing you can do to fight it." "They are so very precious. Let's see how Miss Giselle isdoing," Sarah and her Sister rose to their knees and stared in delightat Matt's throbbing cock as it twitched inside its satin-slipperedwalls. "Miss Giselle, are your satin slippers making you so excited?You can't stop rubbing against your pretty shoes. I don't blame you,Sweetness. In fact, if my associate Beth agrees that we have enough toconvict Matt for his crimes, I'd like to carry out the sentence andget a full confession. Beth, should we let Sweet Giselle testify?" "I agree, Sarah. Let's put the client out of her misery."Beth reached forward, taking one satin ballet slipper in her hand andslipping it onto Matt's penis. Matt let out a guttural moan. Beth andSarah giggled as they lay on their backs and, raising fourballet-slippered feet to Matt's crotch, began to stroke him intocatatonia. "Sweet Miss Giselle, wants to cum so badly. Wants to spurtall her sissiness into her pretty ballet slipper." Matt tried to pushhimself away from this intense pleasure but it only reminded him thathe was wearing ballet slippers on his own feet. He craned his neck toavoid looking at the pink, white and black slippers rubbing his cock. "Give in, Mattie. We know all about your fetish. Give inand let our slippered feet make you cum." Sarah began to rub her clitthrough the front of her tights and leotard. Beth's hand disappeareddown the front of her black panties. As ridiculous as the situationhad gotten, even the Step-Sisters were caught up in the excitement ofthe moment. Beth pushed one slippered toe up and under Matt's balls.Sarah's pink slippers gently arched around Matt's cock. "Let us makeyou cum, Sweet Giselle. Let our feet and our soft, pretty slipperscarry you away. Can't you feel it, Mattie? The slippers teasing thecum up and out of you. Look at your cock, powdered, slippered, strokedand caressed. Let go, Mattie. Show us how much you love our balletslippers." It was all Matt could take. As Sarah's pink slipperslightly traced the length of his satin-slippered cock and Beth's blackslippers played with his balls, a sound that wasn't entirely humanescaped his lips and Matt let lose with a stream of cum into the whitesatin slipper. Matt, exhausted from a night of torture, forced toadmit to his bizarre fetish, collapsed in his chair as his Step-Sistersfinished themselves off at his feet. This new, pink world fell awayfrom him and the rushing blackness of sleep caught him in its grasp. In the morning, his Mother awakened Matt. Matt tried toclear his head. He felt so strange. How did he get into my bed? Was itreal? "I hope you and your Sisters got along last night," AskedMatt's Mother. "Yeah, Mom. It was fine. Just watched TV and went to bed,"Matt said, rubbing his eyes. Maybe it was a dream. 'Thank God', he thought 'it was a dream.' "Good, because I didn't want to hear about you snoopingaround their room again," His Mother said. She stood and walked to theend of his bed. "Get up. I'm making pancakes. Your Sisters have balletthis morning and your Father is on his way to work." She patted hisfeet through the covers and noticed something odd. "Are you wearingshoes?" Matt looked under the covers. He was wearing the pink balletslippers from the night before. He covered himself up quickly. "No. No, I'm not wearing shoes," Matt laughed nervously. "Let me see your feet," His Mother said. "Mom, I'm not wearing shoes. I'll be down in a minute,"Matt laughed nervously as he tucked his legs underneath himself. HisMother looked skeptical. "Okay, but you better hurry. Your Father and I want todiscuss our upc0ming Anniversary trip with all of you guys. Sincethings went so well last night, we're going to leave the three of youin charge while we're gone," Matt's Mother left the room. Matt stayedin bed, sliding his slippered feet around under the covers. What hadhe gotten himself into? Where would it end? Answers to this message:
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