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Her dainty toes peeped out of her cute pink slippers with puffs on them. "Hello, darling!" she whispered, taking Bill's hand.

In spite of having seen this girl taken by a stallion, Bill felt shy to be standing before her in his dress with the bouffant skirt. He saw her look admiringly over his nylon-clad legs and at his heels. As soon as she had shut the door from prying eyes, Linda patted him familiarly on his tightly covered bosom. He was as shocked as if he were a genuine female. Linda invited him into the kitchen, leading the way and giving Bill plenty of opportunity to admire her buttocks through her thin nylon panties. In the kitchen she turned swiftly and kissed him on the lips. The suddenness of the act caused Bill's face to redden. Linda laughed and poured out two cups of coffee, inviting Bill to sit.

As he sat down, his petticoats pushed out around the dress and exposed yards of delicate lace around his knees. In vain, he tried to persuade the skirt to stay down over the lace, but in the end he had to give up and let it show. He sat at the table with his legs crossed and swung his dainty foot nervously, catching the light on the shiny toe of his shoe. Every motion he made had become automatically feminine, prompted by the sensuous clothes he was forced to wear. But while he drank the coffee, his eyes took in the provocative contours that Linda's unusual bra left uncovered. Seeing that, she moved the folds of her shortie aside, revealing her breasts even more completely. Then, to Bill's utter surprise, she took two metal clamps from the table and clamped them on each of her nipples! They must have pinched her greatly, but she didn't appear to mind it. She smiled at Bill's consternation.

"Tell, darling," she asked, letting her breasts wiggle the tight clamps on her nipples that seemed to please her, "how long have you been wearing dresses? Did you used to wear your mother's dresses. secretly when you were younger? Do you enjoy wearing that dress you have on?" Bill answered her shyly, telling her one thing and another. He admitted he liked being dressed as a girl. "That's good," she said. "I like girls."

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After coffee, she took him in the bedroom. mirrors all around in which Bill couldn't help admiring his pretty girl's image. He turned in different poses to look at himself, liking the glamorous look of his legs in nylons, and the way his full skirt swirled around his thighs. Linda was very amused by it.

At one side of Linda's room was a strange sort of contrivance which Bill could not identify. It consisted of a small platform and a large horizontal brass railing mounted in the middle, the whole device being connected to a sort of crane reaching to the ceiling. Linda smiled and told him this was for "games". He would soon learn. what it meant. Knowing what he had come there for, Linda requested him to follow instructions carefully if he wished to be satisfied. To this Bill agreed. The first thing was for him to take off all his attire with the exception of the bra and nylon stockings. This Bill did, donning a close fitting pair of pink panties Linda lent him. As soon as he had removed the powerfully constricting girdle and put on the comfortable panties, his penis became erect. It poked mischievously through the nylon between his legs. Linda looked at it approvingly, then handed him a pink baby doll to put on. With that on, Bill saw in the mirrors around him the figures of two attractive girls in their lingerie, and could hardly tell which one: he liked best to look at. But, as a matter of fact, it was probably his own womanly reflection that he enjoyed most.

Now Linda led him to her little machine at one side of her bi bed. She had Bill step over the brass rail and kneel down on the platform with one leg on either side of the rail. Kneeling, Bill found the rail passed between his legs, but as it was not high enough to touch him it didn't bother him in any way. Linda snapped a pair of shackles over his ankles with a swift motion, and Bill was anchored to the platform. Then she fastened heavy straps of leather around his legs, and Bill was neld immovably. He was not alarmed, for the sight of his captor's smiling face charmed him at every moment. His wrists. were seized and shackled to a ring above his head in the arm of the crane. He was now a helpless prisoner.

But Linda was still not done with him. She grasped his hardened male organ and forced it back between his legs. It was held there. for the moment by the tightness of his panties. Now she began turning a small crank and the thick brass rail was slowly raised. It moved up levelly between Bill's thighs until it rested under his crotch. Still Linda cranked the handle until the rail pressed with some force against the captive's genitals, squeezing them through the thin covering of nylon that the panties afforded him. He tried to lift himself ever so slightly by use of the ring that held his arms up, but his legs were