0 comments/ 51048 views/ 13 favorites Blame it on the Wedding Dress By: Pitterchen Chapter 1: Friday It all began that evening before my sister Katie's wedding. Well, I should mention that the big change happened that evening, as "everything" began much earlier. My name is Peter. Together with my family I live in a big mansion in southern England. I have three sisters older than me: Linda is 31 and lives in the West wing of the mansion. She is married to Harold and teaches English and physical education in our local preparatory school. Linda has always been kind of a replacement mother for me and my two other sisters because my parents are both lawyers and spend most of their time in their office downtown. Katie is 28 and lives with her fiancee in the East wing of our large house. She currently studies modern history (at least I think so) at the university after having studied algebra, Greek history and whatever else. Her future husband is very proud of his well-educated wife-to-be and his income allows him to pay all of her expenses. Katie is a very pretty woman -- she has blue eyes, long blond hair and the face of an angel. And people tend to think that she would be one -- but deep inside of her a devil is living. If you don't do what she wants -- beware! If she's angry -- you better run for shelter. My youngest sister is Nelly. She became 20 last week and is six years younger than me. She is in the middle of an apprenticeship for a medical secretary. Nelly is a very nice girl and we understand ourselves very good. We often talk and have tea together. I run a small computer consulting company since I finished my studies two years ago. Although I have rented a small office downtown, I do most of my work from home -- who could live without the internet, today? And such, I am the family member that spends most of its time at home, followed by the parlourmaid or the gardener maybe. The mansion is quite ample, and all our units have separate entrance doors so that we do not need to meet ourselves unintentionally. Of course, there are some connection doors, but these are closed most of the time. For convenience, we share some facilities of the house like the laundry. Why buy an own washing machine and a tumble dryer if it's possible to use mum's? No child would decide differently, correct? Adjacent to the laundry is a large room with wires to dry all clothes, which cannot use the dryer. Long rows of wires are used by our maid to hang clothes on to let them dry in the air coming in via a number of windows. These are rather high in the walls for the room is more or less the basement of the mansion. The windows are covered widely by shrubbery at the outside and therefore, it is not possible to directly look into the drying room. In this room my love for female clothing started many years ago. I remember one afternoon when I was alone at home. My sisters were at school or at the university, the maid already left and my parents -- of course -- were at work. I don't recall why I went downstairs but the drying room was filled with some of my mother's and my sister's evening gowns. My parents hold festivals two or three times a year and the week before such a festival was filled with preparations of all kinds. And one of these preparations was cleaning of the clothes we would wear that evening. Needless to say that my tuxedo was hanging on a wire as well. But my primary interest was on the lady's clothes. They were nearly dry -- or they actually were dry and the possibly the maid had forgotten to pick them down this day. So I strolled through the rows of clothing and touched everything and enjoyed the feeling at my skin and and the rustling in my ears. This lead to a big erection in my trousers. At that time, I was still smaller than my mother and Linda. And somehow, the idea arose to step into Linda's floor length evening gown and play girl. After this first cross-dressing time, I did this many times again. I totally grew up, but I was still only slightly larger than mum and Linda, I am nearly of the same size than Katie (the width of her breasts is around my stomach). Nelly is smaller than me so that I can only wear some of her wider clothes like skirts with elastic bands at the waist. Howsoever, I started to wear the ladies clothes before they were washed if they weren't that dirty. Sometimes, a little accident happened, but this was much less uncomfortable with clothes, which needed to be washed anyways. And during all the years of cross-dressing, everybody was clueless about my laundry activities. Or at least, nobody said a word nor mentioned any hint that something strange was going on. Even our parlourmaid did not get suspicious -- okay, she was already old years ago. And the laundry was my playground. Like this evening before Katie's wedding. I didn't went down to play because the mansion housed a number of wedding guests this evening. I wanted to check for some clean socks, which I could wear with my tuxedo. Mum had bought new clothes for all of us, or at least had paid for them. When I entered the drying room, my eyes were locked by Katie's wedding gown. The first thing I noticed was it's bright and shiny white. She would marry in satin! I thought and my erection began to grow instantly. Fabric and fabric covered more than three wires. They had put it on the wires to avoid the fine fabric touching the ground. I could observe lace around the hem, square yards of clean white satin, and embroidery on the top part and the sleeves. My left hand instantly touched my erection through my trousers. I went closer to the bridal gown and touched it with my right hand. What a feeling! The fabric was so soft and heavy. I could hardly resist to put it down and jump into it. I was sure that it would have fitted me. I touched the dress with my right hand whilst my left hand massaged my stiff penis. My eyes found a long crinoline hanging beside the marvelous gown. Shall I do it? Or not? I would certainly stain it with my sperm. I would not be able to avoid that. I was becoming so hot that I thought I would ejaculate even before I wore it. And then, Katie would get angry. Or even more! No, I couldn't dare to use her dress -- now. So I would have to wait. Would she let the maid clean it after the wedding? I asked myself. Or would she let it be done by some professional downtown? Now or never? While my erection grew to new heights, I heard a noise behind me. Before I could imagine what was going on, I heard Katie's angry voice. "What are you doing there, little brother?" My face blushed and I retracted my hands instantly. "What -- I can't believe it -- you are masturbating while playing with my best dress ever?" "I..." I tried to say but my throat was dry and I stared into Katie's angry eyes. My erection was already down, but I was sure that she could see the wet spot in my trousers. "My little brother gets aroused by touching woman's clothes..." she said and shook her head. "I..." another unsuccessful try. "Touching?" she asked. "Are you -- maybe -- some of these poor little shy boys with a woman in them? A trans-ves-tite?" she stretched every syllable. "I cannot believe that." "Let me explain..." I found more words, but she cut off my sentence. "This is not the first time you do that, right?" she asked. She had her hands at her hips, and now her face got red as well, but hers for anger. "In the past, I sometimes could not understand why some of my stuff was ripped. You were that!" she stated and raised her hand to slap me, but she regained control again. Slowly she yelled: "You ripped my clothes because you wore them for what ever reason!" "Please excuse..." I gave it another attempt. But again she cut me off and her voice got more sharply. "I needed to get my favorite clothes repaired because my stupid little brother wore them and played with them! I would have never wore them again if I had known that! And now he wants to do the same with my bridal gown. On the evening before my wedding! He plays with my bridal gown!" Now I shook my head. "Please excuse my dear sister, it was a mistake! I never..." She interrupted me with a very low voice and accentuated every word: "Did you ever ejaculate into one of my clothes?" I became as red as a hot iron. And I felt such a shame that I could have sunken into ground and had disappeared. I opened my mouth but I did not find a word. "Confess honestly!" she requested with the same low, dangerously sounding voice. She stared at me and her beautiful eyes seemed to have changed their color into a deep steel blue. Her hands still stuck in her sides. I still was not able to say a word. My face was burning and I never felt such a shame before in my life. "Confess!" she shrieked and stepped one step closer to me. With a very, very low voice I answered: "Yes." Next I felt was a giant slap into my face. And another on the other cheek. I could have cried out, but I felt guilty and accepted the punishment. "We are not done with each other!" Katie screamed. "You will receive your punishment and I promise you, that you will never -- never -- never wear any of my clothes again. Did you understand that?" I nodded. She cried again louder: "Did you understand that?" "Yes. - Please don't tell mum..." The boy in my 26 year old body took control. "What?" she asked and I had the impression that she would start laughing in a second. "Don't..." she cut me off instantly. "I will tell the world! The world! And mum will get to know it from everywhere!" "No!" I replied fearfully. "You will have only one chance that I rethink that." "What do you want me to do?" I took the chance instantly. "You will do everything I tell you. Got that?" "Yes, sister." "I'm not your sister anymore. I am your Mistress." "Yes." "What?" she cried. "Didn't you understand?" "Yes, Mistress." I answered without thinking about the importance of this word. "God, my little boy. Now, my instructions: You will never touch anything again, which is mine. Understood?" "Yes." She slapped me again. Now only on the left cheek and not so hard as before but it hurt. "Yes, Mistress." I corrected my answer after the slap. "Tomorrow, you will be my best man as planned before, and you will play your role as rehearsed." "Yes, Mistress." "On Sunday morning, you will report at ten o'clock sharp in our unit." "Yes, Mistress." "Naked." My breath caught. I saw her hand raise. "Yes, Mistress." "And now: Leave this room! And never come back again tonight!" "Yes, Mistress." I nearly run and crossed her at a safe distance. I had the impression to leave the cave of a dangerous dragon. At the outside, I took a deep breath. My mind seemed to stumble. I sat down and watched people preparing the wedding at the large lawn area outside the mansion. I couldn't admire the wonderful evening with warm air in this mid July. My sister had caught me and found myself wearing her clothing. Something in me broke down. Blame it on the Wedding Dress Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Saturday After a night without much sleeping I woke up at nine in the morning. My dreams had tortured me and presented a number of scenarios of how Katie would punish me. Some of them appeared nice to me, but others gave me a lot of pain. Would she really present my mental attitude to the world? The world would probably be okay but what would my parents think about their son? And our neighbors? Would I have to leave the mansion and to start a new life somewhere far away? I took a shower for at least half an hour. I tried to wash away these thoughts and to begin this remarkable day positively. Usually, I enjoyed these festivities very much. And that is because of my habit or, let's name it, my fetish. How I love the well dressed girls and ladies attending the party! Sometimes in the past I needed to have a break now and then to relieve myself while imaginary enjoying a certain woman in a wonderful dress. And today? Would I be able to do this as well? After yesterday's outing by my sister? After dressing in my casual jeans and sweater I headed down for breakfast. I was alone in the dining room except our old parlormaid, who showed up occasionally and complained about me being late – as usual. I couldn't eat much, only some cookies and a slice of toast and, of course, two big mugs of strong tea. "Katie hasn't shown up as well", the maid muttered when I was finished and she took away my dishes. "But she has enough to do with her preparations for the most important day of her whole life." Then she added with a smile on her wrinkled face: "Oh, she will look amazingly! I have helped her with her bridal gown, and it fits her perfectly! She has selected such a wonderful satin and lace gown! Oh, you will be astonished when you see her! She will absolutely be the most beautiful woman of the wedding!" Her words brought back my memory of that marvelous gown stretched out over the wires in the drying room. Yes, she was right. It was such a great dress! And I was close to wearing it by myself when Katie appeared. Or when she came in at the right time to save her wedding, seen from her point of view. And my memories let my erection rise in my trousers. I imagined her wearing the dress. This would be the most beautiful sight I had experienced for long. "Peter, two pennies for your thoughts", the maid interrupted me. Oh God, no, I would never let her take part in my thoughts! Obviously, she was unaware of my encounter with my sister yesterday evening. I smiled and changed the topic of our talks: "What do you think, how many guests will attend Katie's wedding?" "Oh, I suppose that most of the invited guests will honor Katie. Your parents invited around 250 persons, and I am pretty sure that most of them will be there. I only know of one regret yet. Your father's nephew Roderick is on a business trip in the states and will not be here." Okay, let Rod be where he wants to be. Enough chance for well-dressed ladies, I thought and left the dining room. The wedding ceremony should take place at the garden of our mansion. "Garden" may be the wrong word for this area of a size larger than 10,000 square yards. A little tent had been erected that should house bride and groom and the best man – me – and the maid of honor – Katie's best girl friend Sylvia. Our town's old mayor had taken over the task to marry them. The tent would not be required today. The sky was blue and no cloud was in sight. They expected temperatures in the mid seventies this afternoon – wonderful conditions for an outside wedding. In front of the tent a number of rows of chairs was placed for the guests. After the wedding ceremony, a big dinner was planned, which should take place on the lawn as well at a more remote location. A number of small tables with chairs was already being prepared by a party service company. Many trucks were parked in front of the mansion and even more people dressed in black and white with cook's aprons were running around and moving china and cutlery. Bride, maid of honor, best man (me) and our parents should leave the house at noon – sharply. That meant, I had around one hour for my preparations before I had to meet Katie and the others downstairs in the big lobby behind the main entrance of the mansion. I was getting the more nervous the less time was left before the meeting. How would she react when she saw me? Would she cry out? Would she still be angry? And would she have talked to mum already? I tried to move these thoughts away and concentrate on my preparations. Well, I did not have very much to do. My tuxedo was already waiting, hanging on my sleeping room's cabinet. My shirt was ready as well as the shiny dark red satin sash, which all men should wear. This was an idea of my mother, not mine. And it did not only concern me but my father and my future father as well. I took it from the small box and played a bit around with it. It did not really feel like "real" satin fabric used for blouses and dresses. But the smooth sensation on my skin was not that bad. And then I asked myself an important question: What should I wear underneath the tuxedo? I have a huge collection of satin panties, which I really enjoy wearing. I have nearly all imaginary colors and forms. Sometimes, I also wear a satin bra during the day – but only when I wear a sweater above it – certainly not a good decision for today. I will wear a white T-shirt underneath my white shirt. After some minutes and very exciting "manual" browsing my panties drawer, I decided to wear white satin panties. Not the tightest ones, of course. They would cover everything of me and were capable to cover a somewhat erected penis as well. Just in case I would need them, I put a replacement pair of panties on on pocket of my black trousers. I once was so excited during a festival that I got wet without ejaculation. I would be able to exchange the panties on the loo at a glance. I was ready for the big moment half past eleven. I checked the dark red satin sash again, checked the little bulge in my trousers and admired the guy in the large mirror. I looked good and I went downstairs to meet the others – and Katie. My breath caught when I saw my sister wearing her wonderful wedding gown. It was even more beautiful that I could imagine yesterday seeing it hanging over the wires. It was made of wonderful shiny satin and had a 10 yards long train. Hem of widely floating skirt and the train was made of lace. The tight top had a v-shaped neckline and was embroidered with lace as well. The sleeves were quite loose over the shoulders and were draped tightly towards the hands. Katie's long blond hair was pinned up and decorated with pearls and jewelery. And on top she wore a nice white veil to complete the impression of the innocent bride. If it wouldn't have been my sister and we would have been alone, I think I would have jumped onto her to touch her and to rub my cock at that wonderful bridal gown. But now I felt my erection rising and knocking at the inside of my panties. And I hoped that nobody took care of it and would stare at a man's manhood. Katie noticed me and looked at me. She lifted her veil for a moment to check my appearance. "You look unbelievably wonderful", I said to her. And I tried to let my voice sound as normal as possible. "I know", she answered with a voice, which was perhaps a bit sharper than normal but she as well tried to act normal. She flipped the veil back down. "You know Sylvia?" she asked and pointed to the side. The maid of honor was standing right at the door in front of my parents. Sylvia was in her late twenties and had long dark brown curly hair and a parting in the hair at her left side. She had dark brown eyes and wore a dark lavender satin dress ending right above her knees and a small v-shaped neckline. The long sleeves were lose and ended with cuffs at her wrists. She wore a bow bound around her neck made of the fabric of the dress. Underneath the dress she wore dark brown satin sheers and high heeled shoes. Additionally, she wore black gloves. "Hello, I am Miss Sylvia. Nice to meet you", the dark haired woman said. Oops, I thought. I always called her Sylvia. Why now "Miss Sylvia"? And we knew each other since long and now my sister introduced us. "Nice to meet you, Miss Sylvia", I answered quickly. Our parents should not find out that something new was going on. "My name is Peter." I nodded my head slightly but she did not acknowledge that. "You look good, Peter, like a real man." Miss Sylvia said and observed me from head to toe. My first thought was that she would notice my erection, although the satin sash was bound around my waist. "Do you like how we are dressed as well?" she asked with a broad smile on her face but something made me careful. "You both look absolutely stunning", I answered honestly. Nobody could deny that. "I see." She answered and turned to Katie again. Our mother asked Katie: "Are you very sure you are doing the right thing today?" My mother wore a nice evening gown as well today. But I could hardly rip my eyes from Katie and her maid of honor. These two women excited me and I was very thankful for having a pair of replacement panties with me. I would need them. "Yes, mum. You know that Frank and me are couple since years. Yes, it is absolutely the right thing to marry him today." "Then let us go to the ceremony", my mom answered and smiled. Daddy took over and took Katie's arm. "My daughter, I am very proud to guide such a lovely woman to the wedding altar. And if I wouldn't be married to your mother, I would try to kidnap you and propose marriage to you instead of this other man." Both smiled and our maid opened the mansion door. Our mother led the little group and was followed by the bride and her father at her side. I offered Sylvia my arm and she took it. She smiled but her smile spoke volumes. And her grip was far tougher than I expected. We were forced to a distance of about 15 yards due to the large train of the shiny white bridal gown. No I discovered the wonderful bow behind Katie's waist and I imagined how I could wrap it around my cock and rub it with the fine satin fabric. Behind us, the maid closed the mansion door. Slowly we walked over a wide red carpet to the location of the wedding tent. The music started and the guests raised from their seats and looked at us. "You are getting horny", I hear Sylvia whisper. We were far enough from Katie and our father that they would not hear her. But I was shocked. "Katie told me about your bad habits." Why did she do this? Did she want to destroy my joy on this wonderful day? I asked myself. A quick look aside assured me that Sylvia was still smiling, and when she talked she did not really move her lips. "And Katie told me as well that you will need to get punished for wearing her clothes over the years." I thought I would cry out but at the same time, her husky and low voice made me even hornier. I quickly looked at the beautiful dark haired lady in the dark lavender satin dress and stared back at Katie in front of us. Did she move her pelvis more than normal? I questioned myself. The wide bow moved around and let her bridal gown rustle. The train rustled as well when it was pulled over the red carpet. "You nasty boy have an erection, right? From your own sister!" "No, not only", I answered and tried to hold my smile. "Your words make me hot!" "What?" she whispered sharpely. "You make me hot as well, Miss Sylvia." "Aah..." We reached the tent and met the groom. Frank was a burly dark skinned man, some years older than Katie. He wasn't a bad guy, but I did not want to sit on the same table with him and discuss contract details. He was absolutely a shark and knew exactly what he wanted. Katie really lover him and adored him. He paid all her expenses and she would be the loving wife, that's for sure. Our father handed the beautifully dressed bride over to her "new owner" and stepped aside to the parent's place. Frank's parents already were sitting at the opposite site as well as Linda and Nelly. Our sisters wore nice long evening gowns as well. My oldest sister Linda had pinned her blond hair back and wore a white-faced evening gown with a shining silver tendriled pattern and a light blue overdress made of satin. The overdress had a slit at the left side, which let the white skirt move out a bit every step Linda took. The dress ended straight above her breast and left her shoulder naked. In order to comply with that, she wore white satin gloves reaching the elbows. At her side was Nelly. She had pinned up her dark blonde hair as well with a parting at the right side. She wore a lilac silk dress with spaghetti straps over her shoulders and an organza under-dress. She wore black satin gloves, which did not reach up to her elbows. Although I hadn't seen my other two sisters dressed nicely like that for long as well, I could not decide if I should stare at Katie in her long white satin bridal gown or at Sylvia in her dark lavender satin dress. Finally, we stood at the altar in front of the mayor. My place was at the left side, to my right side Katie was standing. Next to her stood Frank – he was almost a foot higher than Katie – a really large and powerful man. On the right side stood Sylvia. The music stopped and the mayor began the ceremony. I could hardly follow his words. My sense was pulled around between Sylvia and Katie – between the floor length white shining satin bridal gown and the dark lavender satin gown. I would have loved to touch both women respectively the dresses they wore. More or less we dealt with all formalities, I signed my name on the wedding certificate and we were done. The guests cheered and our father called for dinner. We were to first to congratulate Mrs and Mr Frank Debond. My sisters and Sylvia embraced her and kissed her cheeks, but we only shook hands and I nodded my head. It took some time to walk over to the dinner tables close by. The crowd was cheering and congratulating the newlywed couple. And everybody needed some time to find the right table. Of course, every place was named and every guest was requested to take the respective seat. This would change later, but for dinner, I found my name at a table in the last row – depending on the point of view. And I was happy with it because I don't really want to be the center of the action. A place at the border provides many more opportunities to disappear and come back later during a festival. Tables and seats were wrapped with white cloth. Glasses, porcelain, cutlery were ready, even a candlestick and flowers were placed in the table center. I sat down and my sisters Linda and Nelly took place across me. The place at my side was reserved for Sylvia. My sisters were chatting loudly and excited. As usual at such occasions, they did not take notice of me. When it got quieter and most of the guests including the bridal pair had taken seat, Sylvia appeared. "Oh, Katie took care of reserving a special place for me", she said, flattened the skirt of her beautiful satin dress and took place at my right side. "How did you experience the wedding until now?" she asked and looked down into my lap. "Enough well-dressed ladies present to keep him stiff?" Her finger pointed to my middle. I blushed a bit and feared that my sisters across the table may have heard Sylvia's comment but I regained my poise and replied: "With you on my side, Miss Sylvia, there is no need for other ladies." "Stop that flattery!" she answered quickly and as loud as my sisters interrupted their chat for a moment. And when Sylvia continued quieter they continued to chat as well. "You don't have to ensnare me. Katie has you in your hand, and I will lend her my hands as well to teach you a lesson that you don't forget." "Sorry, Miss Sylvia", I answered but instead of increasing my worries, Sylvia's words made me even hotter. The waiters and waitresses started serving the first of the menu. While I was watching the guys and ladies dressed in black and white working, I felt a hand on my lap. Instinctively, I looked right, but Sylvia looked around as well. But her hand was touching me. My penis could not do anything else than becoming stiff. Sylvia felt it and her hand started working more intensively. She still wore the black gloves but her fingers appeared to be very agile. They moved underneath my dark red satin sash and opened the zipper of my trousers. Seconds later the hands were inside my trousers. My face reddened a bit more. Obviously nobody took notice if what was going on below our table in the last row. A waitress appeared with the soup. She had long blond hair and wore a white blouse with long sleeves and a black apron tied around her waist, which was full length. Even she took no notice of Sylvia's arm on my lap and her hand in my trousers. When she had served the dishes she turned and left our table. I had a glance at her very short black mini skirt consisting of three flounces. She moved her hips as she would have been rather a dancer than a waitress. "And, Sylvie, does he wear woman's panties?" my younger sister in the lilac silk gown asked without any announcement. "Yes. He is a cross-dresser for sure", Sylvia answered and grasped my hard cock through the thin fabric of my white satin panties. "What did mum and dad do wrong with your education?" asked Linda. "I guess it may be useful to teach you some extra lessons about the difference between boy and girl and what they wear." Nelly said: "Why shouldn't he dress in our clothes if he likes it?" "No real man dresses in female clothes", Sylvia replied while sipping her soup. "Have you ever seen a man fucking a woman wearing woman's clothes? I mean, in a porn movie." "Hm, don't know the market so good", Linda said and ate her soup as well. "Incidentally, do you like my dress?" Nelly said in her most normal voice. "You look very good", I replied, but my voice sounded a bit pressed. The ladies at my table were eating their soup and Sylvia's left hand was still fondling my rock-hard cock through my panties. I was so excited that I was unable to think about eating. "Unfortunately, it will be too tight for you to wear it", Nelly said and smiled. All three ladies laughed. "But you may try it, of course." "He should try my dress first", Linda said. "It may fit better." "But I have nothing to hold the neckline", I answered and got a bit more relaxed. "Ah, joking around about serious topics", Sylvia said and her hand grabbed my cock harder. "Maybe you should try it right now and present yourself to Katie's guests. They will have a lot of fun!" Now it was on my side again to blush. "No, I did not meant that! Sorry, Linda, sorry Miss Sylvia." "Why not call me Miss Nelly?", my little sister suggested, and Linda agreed. "Yes, he shall call me Miss Linda and you Miss Nelly. We will have to teach him respect – our little girlie-boy." The three well-dressed women at my table continued chatting about me while they finished their course. And Sylvia played around with my cock in my trousers. Now and then I risked a glance at her arm inside the lose dark lavender satin. I would love to touch it gently, caress it, but I did not dare. The hot waitress returned after a while to pick up our plates. "Sir, didn't you like the soup? Shall I bring you something else?" she asked when she saw my untouched plate. "No, it's okay. I do not need that much food." She looked at me and then she obviously spotted Sylvia's arm in front of me. She could not have seen the location of her hand, but it was obvious that she understood exactly what was going on underneath our table. And the three women smiled at her, and Nelly said with her smoothest voice: Blame it on the Wedding Dress Ch. 03 Chapter 3: Sunday Next morning, I woke up early. I spent some minutes in bed remembering the last day. Even this morning I could not really believe what happened to me. A wedding dress had started to change my life – and it was not yet done. Possibly the most important things were still waiting for me. I took a long and intensive shower. Afterward I shaved my cheeks and my manhood – I got used to that after I saw this in a porn movie. I really don't like hair around there – neither on girls nor on men. And because there was still much time and I already was shaving, I shaved my legs as well. I know, usually men do not shave their legs, but I have some hold-up nylons, which always slip down when my legs are not smooth. I selected a nice pair of satin panties to wear today. There was no reason anymore to use boy pants. Katie knew that I wore girl panties yesterday. I could not destroy anything more. The rest of my clothes on this overcast Sunday morning were normal casual boys clothes: Jeans trousers, T-shirt, runner shoes. Really on-time I left the mansion to walk over to the East wing where Katie lived, now together with her husband. I checked my clock and at ten sharp I knocked the big ring. A minute passed without reaction, then another minute. Just when I thought to know again, the door was opened. Katie appeared in the small slit and yawned. "You are punctually", she said and yawned again. "Are you ready to receive your punishment?" Her voice showed me that she was awake now. It sounded "normal" as I knew it when something happened, which Katie did not like. "Yes, Miss Katie, you ordered my here and so am I." "Come in." she said and opened the door further such that I could step in. When she closed the door I noticed Katie's beautiful satin night gown. It had a creamy color and reached down to her ankles. It had long loose sleeves and a high neck. Neckline, cuffs and hem ended with white lace. The front had a number of buttons but Katie had only the top most open. Her nipples poked through the wonderful fabric. Although the fabric was a bit wrinkled, she looked amazing in the night gown. "Becoming hard already?", she asked and ordered me to follow her upstairs. I admired her walking in front of me. Her high heeled slippers knocked on the stone floor and the stair case. She led me into her bedroom. Her husband was lying in the bed and covered himself by the white sheets. "Hi sissie-brother", he said and I greeted him as well and ignored this special tone in his voice. "Why do you need to punish that guy in our bedroom? And at this time?" he asked his newly-wed wife reproachful. "Very simple, my love", she replied with a smile on her face. "I'll have him punished and I'll fuck you at the same time." "Ah, that sounds good. Come over me!" "Be patient, my love. He needs to be prepared." I listened to the pair quietly. I still did not know what Katie was after. Then she turned back to me. She stood there with her hands on her hips and looked me into the eyes. She smelled sleepy but I could perceive the scent of her perfume and I would have loved to embrace her and touch her through that very thin satin fabric. "What are you waiting for? Undress." "Ehm..." I said and looked over to Frank who now sat in the big bed. "Come on! Don't be shy. He wants to have fun as well. Go on." I nodded my head and pulled off my T-shirt. I looked around for a place to put it and spotted the wonderful white satin bridal gown lying on top of a chair. "Just put it on ground. You're not paid for housekeeping." I let it fall close to the wall and opened the belt of my trousers. When I stepped out of the Jeans Frank cried: "Look at that! He's wearing woman's panties!" "I told you that he is a cross-dresser. - You see that he has a hard-on? And you see the wet spot in the panties? It makes him hot." Katie posed a bit in front of me and said with a low, husky voice: "And a women dressed in fine satin makes him even hotter." I could not avoid that my penis grew further. Yes, even my sister made me hot. And it was the satin night gown, which she wore. I jumped out of my socks as well. "Now – you may keep your panties on. I will give you the big opportunity to wear my dress – and my underwear as well. Or, I should not name it opportunity. You will wear it. There are my satin sheers. Put them on – and be careful not to scratch them!" My erection got complete, only by thinking about what she planned for me. The nylons were lying on the gown and I touched it for the first time today while grasping them. I let the first stocking slide over my fingers and shoved my toes and my foot very careful into this almost weightless stocking. I enjoyed pulling it over my heel and up my leg. I did the same with the other stocking. "Now for the garter belt." It was also made of satin and I had a bit of a problem to fit it around my waist. Katie helped me adjusting and closing it. Also the lengths of the belts needed some adjustments. "And the bra." The bra consisted of the same material as the garter belt. Katie played around a bit to make it fit to my body. It felt kind of funny to wear a bra – I never did before because I do not have something to put in. When I was standing dressed like that, the door ring was knocked again. "Sylvia is a bit late this morning. But that is no problem." Katie disappeared to open the door. My eyes were blinded by the flash of a small digital camera in Frank's hands. "Can you imaging how stupid you look?" he asked and grinned. "I take some more pictures of you to let you remember this day later." Sylvia appeared in the door. The first thing I noticed was a shiny dark red satin blouse with a bow with very long ends, which hang over her tight black skirt. The skirt ended above her knees and she wore net stockings and high heeled black pumps. Additionally, Sylvia wore a big black hat. "Good morning, girlie-boy", she said when she noticed me. "Good morning, Miss Sylvia." I replied. "Sorry for being late. Even on Sundays traffic is no fun. Good that you have started already. So, what's next? - The slip." "Wife, my cock is requesting your lips!" Frank said. "Of course, now I'm there for you." My sister in the creme colored satin night gown kneeled down on the side of the bed and freed Frank's penis from the sheets. I blinked at it for a second – even non-erect the cock was large. Instantly, Katie began to lick and suck her husband's erection. Sylvia picked a white silk slip, which basically looked like a tank top but was very long. She put it over my head and let my arms slip through the holes. The hem fell down until shortly above the floor. Next was the crinoline. This kind of skirt looked like a transparent floor length skirt with five flounces stitched to it. It served for magnifying the skirt of the bridal gown worn over it. I had some trouble to step into the waist of it with my floor length slip. Sylvia allowed me to hold her shoulder and I made it. She pulled the crinoline up and closed it behind my back. "Now for the big thing you have waited for", Sylvia said and fetched the bridal gown. "Would you like to step into it of move it over your head?" I decided for the head and Sylvia crumpled it together over her arms. "Bow down", she commanded, and I reached out with my arms for the sleeves. With one movement, the dress fell down around me and only needed to be pulled in place a bit, here and there. "I see that you have experience wearing such fine dresses", Sylvia said. I wanted to disagree because I truly did not have that much experience, but I let her finish her job helping me do dress in that fine satin bridal gown. She closed the long zipper in the back of the dress and some buttons inside the ends of the sleeves. What a feeling! My cock was rock-hard and this was only hidden by the layers of fabric and the wide skirt. I lay my hands over the front of my legs but not to get rid of them but to touch the satin. I would have liked to walk around and feel the gown around me. "Here are the bridal shoes", Sylvia said and handed me the white shoes of my sisters. "They will be to tight", I replied. "You will check that." Sylvia placed the shoes in front of me. I pulled the wonderful dress a bit upwards and moved my right nylon clad foot into the shoe. "It is too tight." "You have not really tried it. Come on, we do not have all the time of the world." Sylvia complained and put her hands into her hips. I quickly shut my eyes and stepped into the shoe. It was really tight. I shoved harder and the leather gave way a little. It was really tough to place my foot into that pump. "You see – you can do it. Now for the second shoe." Sylvia ordered. I almost fell when I tried to stand on my right foot. The heel was not really high but I was not used to that kind of standing. Sylvia lend me a hand and held me while I shoved my left foot into the other shoe. I could better stand in both shoes at the same time but I felt like a little barbie puppet needing some ankle cuffs to be held upright. "Now, sit down at that stool, girlie-boy. I will put up some make-up onto your face." "Bah, is that really necessary?" I complained involuntary in my son denies mothers requests voice. "Of course, it is!" Sylvia's voice was very strict. She would not accept denying her command. I walked to the stool in front of the big mirror and it was really difficult to do so. I sat down slowly. I was very careful not to wrinkle the fine dress. The layers of fabric rustled loudly. "My cock wants to enter your pussy", Frank said to Katie. He did not care about these two other people in his bedroom. In the mirror, I could see Katie raising and stepping over her husband. His erection was really giant. She ruffled up her satin night gown and squatted down over it. She squatted with her front towards us. Frank's hands disappeared underneath her night gown. Then Katie moaned first, next Frank. She began to ride on his cock. Sylvia put a sheet of thin fabric around my neck to avoid dirtying the dress with make-up. She painted my cheeks, colored my eye lids, did my eyelashes and eyebrows. She colored my finger nails with dark red paint. Finally she combed my usually short hair and made it really look more female. The last step was to add Katie's veil to my head. "Stand up and present yourself to the couple." Sylvia ordered. I raised and my clothes rustled. A quick look into the mirror assured me that I looked a lot like Katie yesterday. While Katie was jumping up and down on Franks cock she checked my appearance. "Unbelievable! Good work, Sylvia." While being fucked by her husband, my sister grasped the little digicam and took some pictures of me. The flash blinded my eyes. I asked myself if these pictures could become nice due to Katie's permanent moving. No hardware could compensate for that. Sylvia opened a little suitcase and presented its contents to me. "Select one." My mouth popped open when I understood what the suitcase contained: A wooden paddle with some holes in it, a leather strap, and a little whip with a number of tails. "Come on, Katie has condemned you to 50 strokes on your naked ass. And she was so generous to let you decide the tool to be used." Sylvia said. I had never being beaten – not even by my mother or father. And now this wonderful lady in the dark red satin bow blouse offered me three tools and she was going to beat me with one of them. I had no idea what would gonna hurt less. So I decided for the leather strap – a 2 inches wide and one half yard long thick piece of leather. "Good. Now raise your skirts and free your ass." I was standing kind of helpless in the bedroom. My eyes wandered between the beautifully dressed Sylvia and the reflection of my fucking sister in the mirror. My hands moved over the wonderful satin dress. While Sylvia took the leather strap in her hand and waited impatiently, I bowed down and tried to grasp the hem of my skirt, the crinoline and the slip. The clothes rustled loudly. It took me some time to pull everything up – and to keep it pulled up. Then with the skirts on my arms I shifted my panties down. I looked at Sylvia in search for help. The beautiful dark haired lady now sat down on the chair and ordered me to lay over her lap. That appeared to be quite an endeavor. I needed a hand in front of her not to fall down and one to keep my skirts up. She helped me and grasped the clothes as well. Finally, I lay down and Sylvia held the hems of the skirts over my naked bottom and had the strap in her right hand. "Now, we are ready for the punishment", Sylvia said to Katie, who was still riding her husband's cock." "Begin and do him hard! He shall remember that day and learn that he shall never ever do things like that again!" Frank's hands grabbed her breasts from behind through the thin satin night gown. "Why can't you put that off?", he complained. "I'm not a cross dress fanatic like your little brother." "You will have the opportunity to see and have me naked many times later, my love. It's enough for that girly boy to sense how we are fucking – he does not need to see how you big dong impales my little cunnie..." "I love you!" Frank said and fucked her more intensively. Sylvia said: "Little girlie-boy. Beware, you shall not ejaculate! I feel that your manhood is growing again!" "No, Miss Sylvia." "And you will count all the strokes. - Are you ready?" "Yes, Miss Sylvia." Then I felt the first stroke onto my right ass cheek. "One", I said and it did not hurt as much as I expected. "Two", for the next stroke with the leather lash on my left ass cheek. Sylvia changed the sides for every hit. One left, one right, one higher, one lower." "Harder! Beat him harder!" Katie commanded while moaning. Sylvia accepted the request and hit me harder. Now it started to hurt. And when it came to about half of the strokes with the leather lash onto my bum, it began to hurt a lot. The beautiful dark haired lady in the dark-red satin bow blouse and the black skirt acted like a machine. She hit me, I told her the number of the stroke, she changed the side and on it went. I started to groan after each stroke. I needed to concentrate to not forget the current number. When I once needed a bit more time to remember the stroke number, Sylvia said: "If you're wrong with the count, we'll have to start over..." "No, Miss Sylvia, we're at 44", I whined as an answer. At least there was no reason to ejaculate. The strokes hurt me. I had never been beaten before. Even at school I had always been lucky the no teacher complained about my behavior. And now one well-dressed lady gave my 50 lashes on my bum while my sister was riding her newly-wed husbands large cock and took one picture of me after the other. Finally, I got all 50 strokes. "You may raise", Sylvia said. "And hold up your dress, Katie will certainly take a photo or two of your red cheeks." That was simpler said than done. My ass hurt like hell and I needed one hand to lift myself up and the other to hold up the hem of the dress and the underwear. Sylvia helped me again, and so I was able to present my red ass to my older sister. Of course, she took a number of pictures. "Nice. I hope you have learned your lesson", she said. "Baby, I want your ass", Frank interrupted her. And being a good wife, Katie lifted her slender body a bit and gave Frank the opportunity to impale her back door. Katie moaned louder, Frank groaned a little as well. And when they started to fuck again, I was ordered to let my dress fall down and to turn. Katie took more pictures of me. My make-up was disturbed by some tears, which I could not have prevented. "And now, you will masturbate the way you usually masturbate when you wear female clothing." Katie ordered. My penis had already started to grow again, but my cheeks hurt like fire when my panties touched them. Even the smooth satin panties. "But I would smudge that beautiful dress", I argued to avoid the inevitable. "I don't care", snarled Katie. "It must be cleaned in any way. Begin!" "You have heard the orders of your sister", Sylvia stood aside of me. She let the leather lash fall into her hand to emphasize that you would support Katie and the execution of her order. I sighted and looked at the fucking couple on the bed. Katie was now lying backwards on Frank, whose big cock pounded her butthole. She was still wearing her creme colored satin night gown, but it only reached down to her knees. Frank's hands were playing with Katie's breasts. She moaned and closed her eyes sometimes. Nevertheless, she had the digicam in her hand and took one picture after the other. "Start!", ordered the dark-haired lady in the dark-red satin bow blouse. I moved my hands up and down at the sides of my erection, which was covered by the white satin panties, the slip, the crinoline, and the bridal gown. I was already "finally hard". If my butt had not been on fire due to Sylvia's beating, I would certainly have lost some sperm while laying over Sylvia's lap. I become more excited by touching the satin of the wonderful white wedding dress. I fondled my manhood with my right hand, while I moved my left hand over the dress, the sleeves, the embroidery – to cut it short: every wrinkle and every place where I could get in close touch with the fabric. My breathing became faster and I felt the tip of my hard-on becoming wet. The initial sperm acted like glue inside my clothes. I closed my eyes – I even did not need the view onto Katie's and Frank's fucking to become more aroused. My legs were parted a bit to enable the free movement of my balls. Of course, this ended up in some new problems to stand still in Katie's wedding shoes. But I did not perceive the pain, even the pain in my bum diminished. I enjoyed touching the dress and myself. I heard the sound of the layers of fabric. I felt how I started to sweat. In increased the speed of my movements. Then it came and I exploded. I pumped my semen into the slip and crinoline. I had the impression never to have ejaculated more than this morning. I let my moaning come out loudly. I didn't take care of any person in the bed room. I ignored the repeated flashes of the digicam. I experienced my excitement and I enjoyed it like never before. It took me some minutes to calm down again. Heavily breathing I opened my eyes again and looked at Katie and Frank on the bed who had changed positions. Katie was now on her all fours, Frank was taking her from behind. Katie still took care that her night gown covered as much as possible of her. Her face was not far away from me. "Did you enjoy it, little girlie-brother?", she asked superfluously. She also had pearls of sweat on her forehead. "Don't tell me that you did not noticed that", a replied back. "I want to hear your mouth saying it." "Yes, I really enjoyed it." I started to notice that cold sperm was starting to find its way down the slip. "Would you like to have that more often?" she asked. I was not really sure what to answer. Of course, I would love to use the dress to fulfill my desires. But I did not want to repeat such a punishment show in front of the newly-wed couple. "Tell me? If so, I'll have a surprise for you.", Katie said and moaned because of an especially heavy punch of Frank's penis. "Yes", I answered carefully. "Okay, because you are my brother, you may keep the dress." My mouth fell open. "What?" I asked vague. I did not trusted my ears. "I think you understood correctly. But you do not need to take that precious gift. I can put the dress on ebay and sell it for some pounds. It will sell quickly I suppose."