The Game 34 Ian Consults

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The Game 34 Ian Consults

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Ian Consults

After some weeks apart they were finally having a nice dinner with Ian. Of course times being what they were, ‘with’ didn’t mean quite what it used to. They had set up a table in the playroom. They sat at one end and the large screen tv at the other. Ian, across town sat opposite them at his table. They matched quite well and from a carefully chosen viewpoint the illusion that they were all together worked well. Apart from the general precautions which had become normal in a strange year there was a specific reason they couldn’t dine together. Ian, in ‘real life’ (he always managed to pronounce the quotation marks) was a nurse.
“Did you have a shift today?” she asked carefully. Ian wouldn’t discuss his work much, she knew.
“Yes, I just got off in fact. I hurried back so I wouldn’t be late for our soiree.”
“And yet you still managed to change. That was thoughtful.” For today Ian was a stunning brunette with what looked to be even more chest than usual.
“What this old thing? Well, It would have been thoughtful, but in fact I didn’t have time to change. This is how they got me today and how you get me this evening.”
“Really? They let you go in like… I mean they do know, don’t they…?”
“Oh, they know. The administration has been, I must say, very open minded. I think they’re of the opinion that I’m a morale booster. I believe that on the days of my shift there’s a certain amount of betting as to who will show up…”
Well, of course, she thought. Ian, the Naughty Nurse? The hounds of hell couldn’t have kept him from playing that role.

The dinner was a great success. The lights were low in the playroom and they could almost forget the technology that made the evening possible. But as they shared a last glass of wine he began to get a bit apprehensive about what was to come next. Because apart from the social occasion there was a Purpose to the evening. After the dinner was finished and cleared away he was to provide the Entertainment, and Ian, he understood, had had a hand in designing it.
And now the hour had come.
He helped her move the table out of the way creating an open space in the middle of the playground and then stood there awaiting his instructions.
“Now my dear.” Said Ian, “I would like you to strip please.”
As expected. Quickly he shed his shorts, tshirt and after a momentary hesitation his underpants. He stood self consciously in front of the beautiful brunette.
“And if you would bring out the garment our little lady will be modeling this evening?”
He looked over and saw her go to the toy chest and bring out…
He had expected to be dressed. There were dresses and gowns, bras and baby doll nighties. And there was this.
“Oh no, please…”
But he knew that tonight begging was useless. She held it out for him. The pinkest, fluffiest tutu of the collection, the one which previous experience had shown elicited the strongest, and most embarrassing reactions.
He took it and after a moment’s hesitation put it on. Maybe this time it wouldn’t be so bad, but of course it was just the same. He felt his blush rising followed close by…
As his penis stiffened and rose through the scarves that formed the tutu the beautiful Ian said, “Ah, there it is. It’s like watching the blooming of a rare, exotic orchid. I feel we need Richard Attenborough doing the voice over.”
Ian let him stand there for another moment and then added, “Good enough to eat. Curse the limitations of technology. I promise I’ll make it up to you one day…”
But now as he stood blushing under Ian’s gaze he was puzzled as well as apprehensive. Because this wasn’t to be just a Game. This would be, she had told him, a Special Entertainment. And due to some recent domestic infractions he thought he had a good idea what might be involved.
“Am I to be spanked?” he had asked nervously. In fact he would not be, she had informed him, but beyond that she gave no details. He was relieved, because her spankings for Cause were not trivial or playful. They were the real thing. She hadn’t ever made him cry, quite, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. But when she told him that Ian had agreed to assist, his relief had evaporated. That could mean…anything
“But how…? I mean we can’t…” he began but she cut him off. “Don’t worry about it, missy. We’ll manage.” And he was sure they both would.

She brought out the next item. Of course. A very lacy pink bra.
He was still puzzled, though not surprised. After the tutu the bra was inevitable. Generally he got cute little dancer titties with his tutu, but this was one of his big girl bras. He was still trying to identify the ‘special’ part.
Exposed before Ian? Done that. If they were able to meet in person he knew he would be expected to provide a far more personal service. Wearing the tutu? Again, he had done that before on ‘normal’ occasions. He still didn’t want to, and was very embarrassed by the garment, but it wasn’t new. Likewise for his big girl bra and breasts. She had put him in those for a week once.

“If you would put that on please,” purred Ian. As he was doing up the bra she returned carrying his breasts. They too were pink. Water balloons again, very like the ones he had worn when he performed as Jessica. If anything they were even larger, if that was possible. She carefully eased them into the cups and made a few adjustments. Sure enough they felt bigger, heavier. But there was something else as well…?
“These feel different…more… something?” he began.
“Yes, they are. Do you remember what Conscience said we should try?”
He tried to remember. One of their chats in bed after the games… and then, with a jolt, he did.
“No… they’re not…”
“Clever girl. Not water this time, but syrup. Quite a lot actually. So you’d better be careful with them. It’s only a single balloon each this time. And they aren’t very high quality. I broke a couple just filling them. So one may just decide to go at any time…
“But what should I do? How…?”
“Hard to say. Too much movement might set them off… or I may have included a trigger…a tiny pin perhaps…? But not to worry. Come sit down here.”
And there it was. She knew that of all things he couldn’t stand to be sticky with anything. If he got a drop of honey on himself he had to wash it off immediately. And now there was the prospect of two breasts full… But the main thing was the Threat. The actuality would be bad enough, but the suspense of waiting, that would be the real torment.
“Could we reconsider a spanking instead…?”
“Afraid not dear. Some other time.”
And the more he thought about it the more devious became the plan. Movement, she had said might break them. So I just have to sit very still… but there would be the worry. And sitting still wasn’t going to be easy, he knew, and as she definitely knew also. Because the tutu made him embarrassed. And it made him very hard. But regardless of embarrassment or audience, soon he would want to masturbate. Very much. And if he started he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop. And it was hard to see managing that without quite a bit of motion. So I just have to control myself…
She placed a straight back chair in the middle of the field. He sat down facing the screen.
“Is that good Ian? Can you see her?”
“Yes, perfectly.”
“Now, let’s put these on…” He felt the high heels going on but he didn’t dare to move.
“Superfluous, I know, but It’s such a lovely look.”

Perhaps she’ll tie my hands… that could help… but of course she didn’t.
“I think that’s all. Do you think she needs a ball gag?”
“Always a good accessory, but today I think not. You could put some lipstick on her if you like.”
“Oh, good idea” she said and dove into the toy chest again. After a few moments she stepped back.
“What do you think?”
“Perfectly exquisite,” said Ian.
“I wish I could show you how pretty you are, but I can’t move that great mirror over here…oh silly me! Ian, I’m just going to flip the camera for a minute.”
She fiddled with the screen for a moment and suddenly there he was. Even if you knew what had been done the Reveal was still impressive. He saw himself now in full color, sitting with the scary large breasts of doom waiting, with a large erection poking out from his tutu. He started to close his legs and then froze not knowing what motion might trigger a tsunami. She reached down and helpfully moved some scarves aside.
“There, that’s better.”
Then she flipped the camera back so Ian could see.
OK I just have to control…
“And now for the last thing.”
That surprised him. What possibly more could there be…?
Then she lowered the VR set onto his head, putting him into darkness.
“Ian has kindly offered us some of his porn tapes you can watch so you don’t get bored. Wasn’t that nice of him?”
He knew Ian’s collection was extensive. “How long…?
“Oh, I don’t know. Ian?”
“I’m not sure. A couple of hours or so. If I remember there’s some interesting stuff on there…”
“Anyway, you have fun”
He felt her move down and give the head of his penis a quick kiss.
After a moment the light flashed on and he saw…
All right , control is going to be a definite Problem…


Ian watched with great interest as the VR set came on and the improbably breasted ballerina visibly tensed.
“She’s trying not to move… I wonder how long she can hold out? Some of those clips are, as I remember, quite…inventive…”
“Well, she has very good control.”
“She’ll need it.” After a moment he said, “All right, we can check in on our little lady later. Now it’s time for you to strip.”
She was startled. “What…? But I wasn’t supposed to…”
Ian laughed. “It’s so cute how you always think you’ll somehow be exempt. No, I get to play with you as well my dear. Think of it as my consultant’s fee. Don’t worry, you won’t be naked all the time. We’re going to play dress up.”
It’s all right, I don’t have to do this, she thought, I can say… but Conscience answered her.
Of course you have to. Just say yes, remember?
“But…” she began.
Come on, let’s see those titties.
“…damn…” she muttered as she pulled off her tshirt. “Stupid conscience…”

Someone else who didn’t get to play with dolls enough thought the ballerina, trying to ignore the sights and sounds on the VR. I wish I could see how that develops…
She pulled off her panties and faced the attractive brunette on the screen. It helped a little that it was a girl studying her.
Except of course that it wasn’t. It was Ian who had mentioned ‘dressup’ and had a mind almost as evil as hers.
“Are you going to make me wear the corset?” she asked nervously. Because given the turn the game had taken, that seemed the logical next step.
“Ah, is that what you’re afraid of? The corset… Ah, ah! No hiding yourself!” he said sharply, “Hands behind your back, miss!”
Startled by the word she used to address her own victim, she quickly obeyed.
“Good. I was saying, the corset that turns you into such a demanding slut? It’s a lovely thought. I’m sure that awkward conscience of yours would be in favor...”
Please oh please yes! Conscience screamed unheard on an astral plane.

“And if I were there we might try it. No, we absolutely would. But without me to eventually pull you two apart I’m afraid you might just go on and on. Tragic victims of nonstop fornication. No, I think we’ll start with just basics. Stockings. Do you have seamed ones?”
“Yes,” she stammered.” I…I got some for him…her, but we haven’t tried them yet…”
“Good! I love nude in stockings. So decorative. And later perhaps I could meet the lovely maid I’ve heard so much about.”
“Oh no, we couldn’t!” she gasped, really frightened where that might lead.
“We…”
“Don’t worry love, we have plenty of time. That program runs at least two hours, probably more…”
And then the little ballerina rather lost track of what they were doing. She had problems of her own.

Quite a while later he felt the VR set being taken off. He had no idea how long it had been. Or, for a few moments, where or indeed who he was. He blinked at the light as he tried to remember how normal vision worked. There was always a moment of recalibration after using the set for a while. And he was doing some mental resetting as well. Ian’s tape had been very involving and quite educational and he needed a moment to connect with his current situation. “ Reality”, as Ian would have dismissively called it. He took stock. He was still hard, as expected. On the other hand, his breasts were still intact so…what? Does that mean I won…?
He finally noticed her. Ah, it seems I missed a bit there. She was dressed in an outfit he knew very well having spent many happy hours wearing it himself. A black microskirt and stockings, no panties, a black bra and heels. It was the first Dress of the Day. He had to admit it looked cuter on her. The addition of the plague doctor mask which she had made at the start of the pandemic was, admittedly, an unexpected addition. As he was wondering what now she took it off.
“Oh, you poor thing,” said Ian. “I believe she’s had enough. I think you should give her some relief, don’t you?””
“Oh… Do you mean my hand… or my mouth…?”
“Well, you could, and I’m sure she’d like that, but I think she would really appreciate something more…comprehensive…”
Her eyes opened wide when she realized what Ian was suggesting.
“That’s right, dear, go on.”
With only the slightest hesitation she nodded. She reached behind, undid the catch and then whisked the tutu away. Then she carefully sat on his lap, settled in and deeply kissed him. They rocked together for a few seconds and when the inevitable explosion came they hugged each other tightly as they rode it out.
And that was that.
Ian cut the connection, feeling that his continued presence would not be required.

Epilogue
Ian hummed happily to himself as he cut the raw footage together, added a few effects, some music, and a zoom shot to freeze of the final moment, which had surpassed his greatest hopes. The angle and lighting were perfect. The syrup breasts had been slightly cold and sluggish when she brought them out, but after two hours they were at body heat and quite liquid. When they burst they flowed like…well, not like water, that was rather the point. But very dramatically and extensively. It was a good thing she wasn’t wearing the corset, he thought. It might have been ruined. As it was they would just have to clean the Dress of the Day. And themselves, of course. Which, as he studied the slow motion again, wasn’t going to be a trivial task. She must have put a whole bottle in each one. I wonder how they managed it? If I had been there I would have just sent them outside and turned the hose on them. Ah, lost opportunities, he thought wistfully.…
When he was satisfied with the final cut he emailed it to them. They would appreciate a memento of the evening. He was on the point of erasing all the files when he had a thought. A devious, underhanded one to be sure. But surely he could be allowed a small memento himself? Part of his consultant’s fee perhaps? He could save just one…? He called up the image. She was wearing the Dress of the Day, black skirt and stockings but minus the bra and plus the plague doctor mask. A few mouse clicks and the background was a neutral grey. He studied the image carefully until he was convinced that there were no identifying features left. Then he saved the file and deleted the rest.
He sat back well satisfied. I do love having dinner with them, he thought. It’s always so entertaining. I can’t wait until we can do it in person again.

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The first Corona story at BoundAnna. :D
Gave me a few ideas that I might be able to apply to my CrossDressing slave that I command remotely. :twisted:
Too bad I can't see the image. :cry:
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I'm sorry you can't see it. It works fine for us. Perhaps it's a regional issue?
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Away for few days and then find 3 new stories. I was hoping for this one , and saved it for last, but didn't realize the other two would get me so aroused! :shock: :oops:
Made it through, but I'm dripping a bit! :oops: (No surprise I usually am after one of these stories.)
Don't know if it's a regional thing but i can't see the image either.
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Any better?
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Kay wrote:Any better?
The same. Have you tried this : viewtopic.php?f=17&t=13205
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Kay, now I see your picture. :D
Thanks.
(Almost life-size. :rofl: )
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