The Boy Trap Part IX

The Boy Trap

Part IX

(Excerpt from ‘The Boy Trap’ FEMINIZATIONS Magazine)

The arrogant swagger shown by Simon during the photo-shoot on the previous Friday seemed like a world away. He had been reduced from a cocksure young man to a nervous wreck in the space of a few minutes by these three women.

Standing in high heel pumps and thigh high stockings with his hands on his head, he felt utterly powerless as Toni moved closer to take even more intrusive photos.

Tanika and Kimberly stood side by side with their arms folded, deep in conversation but with their still eyes fixed on him as he obediently followed Toni’s directions on which poses to take.

‘Okay, great work!’ Toni shouted enthusiastically.

As she began to check the photos in her camera, the other two women moved over to join her. Simon felt somewhat relieved. He thought that maybe the ordeal was over.  In reality it was only just beginning.

Toni put the camera down and picked up a camcorder.

‘Okay, let’s move over to the runway,’ said Tanika, clapping her hands,’Stand at that end and watch Kimberly.’

Simon watched as Kimberly marched down the runway, stopping at the end to strike a pose before turning around and walking back in the opposite direction.

He stood, open mouthed as she  strode back and forth in that ultra-tight black turtleneck and leather skirt, that perfectly smooth bob of hers swirling in the light everything time she turned.

‘You might have have to dial that back a bit Kimberly,’ said Toni, pointing at Simon who was trying desperately to cover his now almost fully erect manhood.

Tanika, now with a cane in one hand walked slowly over to him and struck each of his hands.

‘Put your hands by your sides!’ She snapped. His excitement sprung forth the moment he pulled his hands away. Tanika toyed with it dismissively using her cane.

‘See what a sexy walk can do?’ she asked, smiling, ‘Well, you’ll be able to do the same before this morning is over.’

She nodded over to Kimberly who then cranked up the music.

‘Small steps first. Heel down, then toe.’

Simon teetered forward uneasily, Toni patrolled alongside, filming him as he went.

Tanika prowled the runway, observing him closely, ‘See the line running down the middle?’ she said. Simon nodded. ‘Keep  your feet to that line.’

Gradually his footing became steadier

‘Lean back slightly.’ she said, holding the cane to his chest. ‘That’s good! Keep to the line!’

Gradually he began to pick up the pace. Eventually he was able to keep to the beat of the music. Tanika nodded in approval, occasionally administering a light blow to his behind to keep him in check.

‘Put one hand on your hip and let the other arm swing freely.’

‘That’s it! Very good!’

Back and forth he went, his footing becoming steadier. Soon he was able to fully open his stride whilst keeping to the line perfectly. All three women nodded in approval. Alas for him, however, the training was far from over.

’Okay, let’s try a higher heel.’ Said Tanika.

Simon was made to change from the three inch heels he was wearing into a pair of black patent five inch stilettos and they began the process all over again.

Over the course of the morning they worked him relentlessly. Periodically making him change into a different style of shoe. From sky high stilettos down to kitten heels then back up to block heel Mary Janes. Eventually he was able to adapt to each change in style almost instantly, his walk perfect in every way.

Finally just when he thought his leg muscles were about to give way, Tanika mercifully called time on the training session.

‘Okay, that’s it for this morning,’ she said, clasping her hands together, ‘You can go and take a shower now.’

Simon followed Kimberly back into the changing room where he removed his shoes, stockings and garter belt. She handed him a towel and directed him into the shower.

The warm water was a welcome relief, not only for his now aching muscles but also from the intensity of the atmosphere in the studio. As the events of the morning flashed through his mind the memories of the previous time that he was walking past the studio and had heard music and someone shouting instructions also cane flooding back.  It suddenly dawned on him that he was not the first to go through this training.

He dried himself off and emerged from the shower, still deep in thought. Kimberly swiped the towel from his grasp and directed him back into the changing room cubicle, pulling the curtain closed behind him.

He stood, staring at his reflection in the mirror. Even though he was now completely naked he could still feel the sensation of the stockings around his legs and the tightness of the straps holding them up.

He leaned forward, putting both hands flat on the glass. He noticed the slight indentation of the straps on his thighs, as his eyes moved down he also noticed the subtle marks of where the ankle straps had been pulled tight.

Suddenly he saw the reflection of the bench in the mirror. Neatly laid out were the contents of his pockets; his phone, wallet, keys and security pass.

He turned around to look at them and then up at the empty hooks on the wall. His heart began to race.

All his clothes had disappeared….

Emma x