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and forward projection.

The next item of my costume was a very short white skirt of flannel, deeply pleated all around so that it swirled and flipped up to my hips at every step. As the girls made me swirl and prance before the big mirror, my uncovered pelvis continually revealed my essential maleness, causing my cruel captors to jeer and giggle at me, to my blushing embarrassment. The persistent semi-rigidity of my member bulged out the front of the very short skirt even when that brief garment was hanging normally when I stood still. This bizarre contradiction in my appearance added further fuel to their amusement and my painful humiliation.

The girls realized that they would have to do something about this discordant note in my feminized appearance, and Doris came up with a horribly effective answer. I was made to stand facing the closet door, about a yard from it, while my slave-braceletted wrists were again fastened together behind my back. A rope was led upward from my fettered hands and pulled taut, then the rope went over the top of the door which was slammed shut. This held me bent sharply forward to relieve the strain on my arms and shoulders. Now my short pleated skirt was flipped up over my back and I was ordered to spread my feet as wide apart as possible.

This humiliating pose completely exposed my nude buttocks and pelvis for their further attentions. Doris now slipped a noose of strong cord over the end of my male member and then forcefully pulled the cord down and back between my spread legs. Finally the cord was pulled up between my buttocks and tightly fastened to the back of my straining waist-cinch. This bizarre bondage not only hid all evidence

Van J.