Mister Mike - Chapter 12 – Part 2 of 2

The Domination of Mister Mike

By Karen Singer

Chapter 12 – Part 2 of 2

     “Now the dress!” I heard Amanda yell.  And to think I was starting to think I liked that girl.

     My top was removed and I had to put on my busy patterned print dress.  Both of my dresses were long sleeved – purposely, to hide my masculine arms better. 

       “Now his boots!” Amanda said.

      “But I’ve got him locked in those shoes so he can’t get out of them,” Ashley countered.

      “It’s like with the diaper,” Amanda told her.  “You can see that anytime you want.  Now we want to see him wearing something else.  And the only other shoes he has are these boots.”

     Was Amanda once again going to be my hero?  Was I going to be let out of those crazy locked-on shoes?  Was I finally going to get to bend my toes – if even for just a moment?

     Ashley clearly wasn’t happy about it, but she told one of her friends that the keys were across the hall in her room. 

     I came very close to cheering!  The keys were found.  I sat in the chair in my bedroom and removed the restraint from my left foot.  I removed that shoe, and I bent and unbent that foot!  Wow that felt good!  As quickly as I could, I did the other foot.  Both feet – free, free, free!  And bending.  Hooray! 

     And then Amanda dropped that pair of brand new pantyhose in my lap.  “Okay,” she said, “Get them on.”

     Spoilsport!  I took my time getting those pantyhose pulled on – right in front of them all, only because I was taking the opportunity to move and bend my feet as much as possible, but all too soon my feet were stuffed into those high heeled boots where they could bend even less than in my other shoes, and I was zipping up the zippers on them.  I stood up in front of them all.  I was dressed in all my girly clothes, I was embarrassed as hell, but the one biggest thing I was happy about, was that I wasn’t wearing a diaper!  Hooray! 

     As bad as it was, I was thankful to Amanda…until she said, “Let me do his makeup!”

     Once again, I had reason to hate her.

     Since she didn’t like the light in my bedroom, they took me out to the kitchen and had me sit in one of my kitchen chairs.  Ashley was put into another chair where she could easily watch.  Amanda dumped my bag of makeup out on the table, then quickly ran and got her purse where she pulled more makeup out.  Yup!  My reasons to hate her was going up.  And then she attacked my face.  And I mean attacked!  And the entire time she complained that she didn’t have this to work with or she didn’t have that, or that the stuff she did have to use wasn’t very good.  But she still kept putting it on me.

     She finished with the most red lipstick I had, which was very red, and stood back.  “All done!” she declared.

     Was I beautiful?  Judging by the giggling and amused faces of everyone else, I guessed not.  In fact, I was guessing I had even more reason to feel humiliated.  And once again I was all too aware of that darn sexual need that I would never admit to. 

      “We should show him off somewhere!”

     My jaw dropped.  I didn’t know which kid had said it, but I suddenly had a new person to hate.  And I hated that person even more because everyone seemed to agree.  And then they were talking about pictures like Joanna had taken of me the night before.  My nervousness got even worse.  But at that point, Amanda was quick to point out that they had to be careful with what they did with me or Ashley’s agreement would be violated and Ashley would have to move back in with her mother. 

      “Where’s that agreement?” one of the girls asked.

     In moments, they were all gone, leaving me alone in the kitchen.  Even Ashley had been picked up and taken out to the living room.  I was simply happy to be alone and no longer the focus of their attention.  The only problem was, the reason I was alone, was so that they could figure out how to make matters much worse for me.  That thought alone kept me panicked.

     There were too many voices discussing too many things out in the living room for me to make any sense of what they were saying.  I only knew it was taking a very long time.  And as far as I was concerned, the longer, the better!  Those kids didn’t realize it, but they were playing with my life!  But who was I kidding?  I had given up all rights to my life when I had signed that agreement.  Yes I could blame them for anything that happened, but the truth was, I was the one who had agreed to it all.  I was the only one I could really blame.  But that didn’t help how scared and nervous I was.  It also didn’t help how totally foolish I felt being dressed the way I was. 

     Once upon a time, I had only worn these things in the privacy of my own home – where nobody could see.  With the simple stroke of a pen, I was now still doing it in my home, but it was no longer private, and no longer where nobody could see.  And worse, at anybody’s whim, and not my own, doing it inside my house no longer seemed to be my only option.  The entire world outside seemed to be in play now.  I shuddered at the thought of the places they could send me and the crowds of people seeing me in those places.  I shuddered, even though the very thought of that humiliation kept me all too intrigued.

      “Mister Mike!”

     The sound immediately pulled me out of my morose reflections.  I got up and headed to my living doom…I mean my living room.  Maybe doom was more correct.

     Surprisingly, it wasn’t Ashley who did the talking, it was Amanda.  But then I had noticed that she had been trying to look after Ashley and was also taking the lead in a lot of things.  Too many things!  “Mister Mike,” she started.  Why was the grin on her face that big?  “We’ve got something we want you to do.”

     Yes, my knees threatened to give out on me again, but I did manage to remain standing upright.  “What?”  As if I really wanted to know.

      “We want pizza!” one of the boys exclaimed.

      “Pizza?”  My mind immediately conjured up images of me opening the door to the pizza delivery guy.  Not something I really wanted to do, but I could certainly imagine worse.  “Do you need me to call and order it,” I asked, “or are you going to do that?”

      “We’ll order it,” Amanda replied.  “But you’ve got to go pick it up.”

     I was shocked.  Pick it up?  In person?  Me?  Go out dressed like I was, and pick up pizza?  It was – unthinkable.  Besides, who in their right mind would order pizza over the telephone, only to have to go out and pick it up?  “Why not have it delivered?” I asked.

      “Cause we want to see you go get it,” Amanda replied with all too big a grin on her face.

     I was having trouble contemplating going out dressed as I was…into a store…where other people would be…and buying pizza.  My mind pictured all too many nasty things I really didn’t want to have to face.  Could I use my safe phrase?  Could I yell out, “Mister Mike is a sissy chicken?”  But I immediately knew what Joanna would decide on the issue.  And then she would stick me with something to make matters even worse for me, and I certainly didn’t need that!   I was going to have to do it…no matter what!

      “Don’t worry,” Amanda said, all too brightly.  “We’ve got it all figured out.”

      “And we all chipped in the money for it too so it won’t cost you anything,” one of the boys added.”

      “You just have to pick it up,” another of the girls told me.

      “And some of us are going to be there to take pictures of you doing it,” another girl said.

     It was like the night before, only worse.  The last time it had been just Joanna taking pictures.  The last time I had been dressed more normally – on the outside.  There had been nothing really visible except my locked-on heels – that still got all too noticed.  But this time I was wearing a dress!  This time I had makeup on my face.  And this time, I was going to be followed by not one person taking pictures, but an army of kids.  How do you not draw attention to yourself with a situation like that?

     Could I do it?  Could I go out in public and buy a pizza, wearing a dress and makeup?  I immediately thought about my safe phrase again, but again I knew that Joanna would side with Ashley and all the kids.  I wouldn’t stand a chance.  I was going to have no choice.  Like it or not – which I didn’t, I was going to have to go out where lots of people would see me – wearing a dress! 

     I stood there trying for the life of me to figure out how I could get out of it, while Amanda called the pizza place and ordered five large pizzas.  I barely paid attention to the argument about who was going to go with me to the pizza place to take pictures.  I was in too much of a state of shock.  I didn’t fully snap out of it until someone said, “Mister Mike…” for the third time, and someone physically grabbed and shook my arm.  “Huh?”  I looked around trying to figure out what was happening?

      “Get your coat!” Amanda told me. 

     I realized she had told me that several times.  I just hadn’t listened.  I found my coat and put it on, but it was a fairly short coat and it didn’t cover nearly enough.  There was no way you couldn’t tell I was wearing a dress from the waist down. 

      “That’s no good!” Amanda declared quickly.  “He can’t wear that coat.”

      “Yeah, it doesn’t show the top of his dress at all,” another of the girls said.

      “Yeah, and besides,” Amanda continued, “It’s a man’s coat.  He needs something better.”

      “Something that he can leave open in front,” that same girl suggested.

      “He can use mine!” one of the girls offered.  “It’ll be perfect.”

     Her coat was found, except it wasn’t a coat.  It was more like a cape since it didn’t really have any arms.  The material was heavy, but there wasn’t really a good way to fasten the thing around my whole body.  It kind of just draped around my shoulders and over my arms and then tied at the neck, and that was it…like it or not.  Unless I held it closed with my hands, it mostly left the entire front of my dress exposed.  Not the best of warm jackets for the kind of winter weather we were having just then.

      “Now where’s your purse?” Amanda asked me.

     That surprised me!  “I haven’t got one!  What would I do with it?”

      “Carry it of course!” Amanda replied. 

     Whose side was she on?  Oh yeah, Ashley’s.

      “He needs a purse now,” Amanda declared.

      “I’ve got a couple of old ones in with my stuff he can use,” Ashley offered.

      “Where are they?” Amanda asked.

     Ashley shook her head.  “I couldn’t move any of my stuff from Chris’s house.  He and my mom stuck it all somewhere.  I think in the garage.”

      “Where in the garage?”

      “I don’t know.  I can’t see from here.”

     Amanda turned to two of the boys again.  “Guys, pick her up.  Let’s get her to the garage.”

     Everyone went out to the garage, including me.  At least the garage door stayed down this time.  Ashley pointed out a couple of boxes for them to look through, and eventually a suitable purse was found for me.  We all went back to the living room, only now I was carrying a surprisingly colorful purse with nothing in it. 

      “Okay,” Amanda said.  “Get your keys and your wallet, and I’ll give you the money for the pizzas.”

     Would it be redundant to say that I wasn’t the least bit happy about this?  A few minutes later, my empty purse was no longer empty.  It had my keys, my wallet, and a bunch of money that Amanda had handed me. 

      “Okay, let’s go,” one of the boys said. 

     They led me out through the garage, one of them pressing the button to open the garage door – exposing me to the world outside.  Except the only world outside that I could see from inside my garage contained nothing but cars and pickup trucks filling my driveway.

      “Um…we’re not going to be able to take his car,” one of the guys realized.

     Such a genius!  I would have suggested that we all just stay here, but somehow I doubted they’d listen.

      “We’ll have to take my car,” one of the girls offered.  “It’s in the back so we can still get out.

     Darn it!  Foiled again!  The biggest problem there though was that her car was in the back – out by the road.  Which meant that I had to walk all the way out there, where I could all too easily be seen by my neighbors!  I could only pray that none of them were looking. 

     I was put into the back seat of her car with one of the other girls.  The guy with us got into the front passenger seat – boyfriend of the girl driving, I was guessing.  I was glad it was only those three going instead of the entire mob in my house.  But really, what difference would it have made anyway if they all came or just those few? 

     Aaaannnd…we were off!  Driving carefully down the road.  Or maybe not so carefully.  None of them ever shut up.  Especially those two girls.  And the girl driving kept turning her head too far toward the back seat to talk to the other girl.  It didn’t take me long to figure out that the girl driving wasn’t the best of drivers as we swerved all over the road. 

     I had mixed feelings about arriving at the pizza place safely when we got there.  One, I was still alive.  The girl didn’t kill us…yet!  And two, now things were about to get really worse for me.  Now I was going to have to get out of the car, and purposely interact with people, while I was dressed so humiliatingly.  Would any of you believe me if I said I was more than a bit reluctant to actually do it?  Yes, it was the stuff of fantasies.  But this wasn’t fantasy.  It was all too real!

     The kids got out of the car, but I didn’t.  And then my door was opened by that one guy.  “Come on Mister Mike,” he said. 

     I again thought about my safe phrase – and the possible punishment that Joanna would impose on me for using it.  So I stuck my high heeled boot out of the car, followed by the other one, and I got out…holding that cloak tightly around me.

      “I want a picture!” one of the girls immediately said. 

     Which meant I had to stand there next to the car while all three of them took my picture.  The process was repeated in front of the door to the place, where they took countless pictures from up close and far away as well.  And then we went in. 

     It was Sunday, so they were fairly busy.  But there weren’t that many people eating there, just a few waiting to pick something up.  I could see past the front counter that they had a full crew very busy making pizzas in the back, but that didn’t keep four of them from standing at the counter to see what was going on.  Three girls, and a guy.  And all of them were smiling with all too amused looks on their faces. 

      “Can I help you?” one of the girls asked as I approached the counter.

     I told her I was there to pick up the five pizzas. 

     She checked on the order.  “They’re just coming out of the oven now,” she told me.  It’ll only be a minute.  And then she began ringing up my order.  I had to stick that dumb purse on the counter, open it and pull out all those bills.  She took the money, and a minute later handed me my change, which I simply dumped down in the purse. 

     But now we had to wait for the pizza.  And of course, it was more opportunity for pictures.  While half the crew in the pizza place looked on, I was lined up for pictures in several different places.  I even had to take some with that cape off, but still holding onto Ashley’s purse.  But finally all the pizzas were ready.  I expected some help carrying them from the kids, but no, they were all too busy taking pictures.  So with a huge stack of five large pizza boxes burning my hands, I had to stand there and have more pictures taken inside, then I was posed going out the door while they took more pictures, then more again as I was trying to get into the car.  And then I had to hold my breath and pray that we wouldn’t have an accident on the way home – while I held all those pizza boxes and the rest of them talked non-stop. 

     My garage door was closed when we got there, so we had to go in through the front – more time for the neighbors to see me, especially since we had to wait for someone to unlock the front door when we got there.  The only good thing was that I was the first one in.  And only moments later, all those pizza boxes were taken from my hands. 

     The moment we all got inside, Amanda was demanding everyone’s phone so she could check the pictures to make sure I couldn’t be recognized by anyone.  She was being very careful to make sure that the agreement got followed.  Or was it to make sure that Ashley wouldn’t get in trouble and have to leave?

     Whew!  It was over.  I had done it.  And in truth, I wasn’t sure if I would ever want to do that again.  On the one hand – definitely not!  But on the other, all those kids taking pictures constantly had made it seem like there might be something else going on.  Something that might add a note of validity to what I had done.  Although the question still remained, would anyone believe it? 

     I remained dressed as I was for the rest of the day.  Most of it I stayed in the kitchen where I was available, but still hidden.  I sat at my table and stared out at my backyard, just glad to be left alone…and not daring to tell anyone at all that I was actually enjoying sitting there dressed as I was, all day, while people were around. 

     I don’t know how many times I checked the clock to see how long it would be until bedtime, but very slowly, the time did finally move on.  Ashley’s friends gradually thinned out, and then finally were gone.  Still in that dress and those boots, I got Ashley ready for bed.

      “That was fun today!” she declared happily. 

      “I’m glad,” I replied, although it wasn’t exactly my sentiments.

      “Mister Mike,” she said.  “For tomorrow, is there any reason at all why you can’t wear a pair of panties to work under the rest of your clothes?”

     I paused considering that.  It sounded like she didn’t have a clue that her mother had been making me do just that.  “I think I can manage it…if I’m careful,” I told her.

      “Good!  Then from now on, I want you wearing panties whenever you go to work.  Oh, and remember to wear your nightgown to bed and leave your bedroom door opened all the time too.”

      “Uh…yeah.  I got it.”

     I closed her in her bedroom – with her door closed.  I locked up the house, and went back to my bedroom.  The makeup job Amanda had done on my face was actually remarkable.  Quite good.  Just all too noticeable.  I scrubbed it off, got undressed, put my nightgown on, and spent a long while picking up my room and putting all my clothes back where they belong.  I got into bed, prepared my usual three tissues, and shortly thereafter, made very good use of them. 

     What a day!  Stressful to say the least.  But it was more fuel for my fantasies.  Now I just had to get through the next week.  Make that the next five weeks – or longer.  Mostly likely much longer.  How was I going to do it?  I didn’t know.  I only knew that I was scared…and now that I had cum again, I hated myself more than ever!