Circus Story – 2 · Part 1 (1/2)
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No, life with She Devil's Travelling All-Girl Circus was not just an extended feast between She Devil's bewitching thighs, much as I wished it could have been. In fact, I had to put up with quite a few inconveniences and even indignities in order to keep up my masquerade of femininity and pursue my search for my missing cousin.
For one thing, there was the way She Devil dressed me. Since I had agreed to be hired on her terms (although I was paying all the expenses!) I had to wear whatever she thought appropriate. And She Devil had decided that as my job was to be a back-stage assistant and general helper to the other girls, the best outfit for me would be a series of Maids Costumes!
But what costumes they were! They were in a variety of styles, but all were of jet-black satin with white lace trim and accessories, such as caps and aprons.
Aside from that, though, they were surprisingly different, from each other and from any other kind of outfit I had ever seen a maid wear!
There was one traditional maid's dress, with puffed sleeves, lace collar, layers of starched petticoats and a darling apron and cap set. But the skirt was so short that every time I walked in this thing it flipped up, offering teasing glimpses of my black panty-clad bottom as well as the tops of my opera-length black net stockings, and bending over to do anything at all was… well, I might as well have raised my panties up a flag pole for all the exposure they got
My next Maid's outfit was much more concealing, but much more restrictive as well. The skirt on this one came clear to my ankles, and the dress had a very high collar and long sleeves, as well as matching black satin gloves. The problem was that the whole thing was so tight — and made of such heavy black satin — that I could barely move in it! There was a corset built into the bodice which kept my back rigid and just slightly curved, and the high satin collar was almost as bad as the corset, forcing me to keep my neck strained outward and my chin up, so that I had to bend slightly forward just to see in front of me.
The arms of this thing were so snug that I couldn't bend my elbows very far or even raise my arms above my head. It was a chore just feeding myself, especially since the tight satin gloves were as restrictive as the rest of the outfit, making it impossible for me to even close my fingers very tightly. It took She Devil a full fifteen minutes to button me into this thing and lace the corset straps, and when she was finished I couldn't get out of it without help.
But even that outfit was better than the next one, an ensemble so brief that it was barely there at all. It consisted of a tight (and I mean really tight!) satin corset with a small patch sewn on the bottom at the front, in the shape of an elongated triangle, with the base sewn to the corset bottom and narrowing at the tip to a thin strap that passed between my legs and ass cheeks and then tied to the back of the corset. With this on, my pussy was just about hidden, but that was all. There was an apron sewn to the front of the corset, the skirt portion hanging just inches below my waist and the bib portion held up by pasties on my nipples.
And this, along with skyscraper-high heels, black-net stockings held up by black satin garters, arm length black net fingerless gloves and the ubiquitous maid's cap was all there was to it; My shoulders, the tops of my breasts, most of my back, and my entire bottom were completely bare! She Devil used to make me wear this when I'd been disobedient, she said, and everyone in the group laughed heartily at the sight of modest me scampering around camp on my duties, trying all the while to keep my backside from view.
And this wasn't always easy, considering some of my duties. Normally, all I had to do was dust and vacuum the dozen or so trailers of the girls in the troupe, easy enough considering their compact size and convenient layout. I had specifically picked out this job because it enabled me to snoop privately through the papers in each girl's possessions, picking the locks on strong boxes when necessary in my search for birth certificates, old photographs, and anything else that might prove someone's identity. It was this way that I was able to discover… but I'm getting ahead of myself.
As I said, my job occasionally called for a little work above and beyond the call, and sometimes I found myself roped into something, that I certainly hadn't figured on when starting.
There was the time, for instance, when Magica asked m to assist her in an illusion. For this one, I was attired in a sweeping, floor-length strapless gown of light green silk, no underwear, dark silk stockings and elbow length white gloves, along with a string of pearls and the usual four inch high heel shoes, of course. Dressed like this, I waited in the stands of our portable arena until she asked for a volunteer from the audience and someone pushed me out. Acting a bit nervous and reluctant (which wasn't really acting) I came into the spotlight with her and introduced myself as Mattie Huntington, a wealthy visitor. Magica thanked me for "volunteering" and led me up to a heavy wooden X-frame up on a small platform.
In no time at all, Magica had my wrists securely tied with strong rope to the top of the X and my ankles similarly secured at the bottom. Then she called for another volunteer to make sure I was really helplessly bound.
Suddenly Kathy Clown came running up from the darkness at the edge of the spotlight. In slapstick pantomime, she conveyed to the audience that she wanted to test me, to make sure I couldn't move, and the audience applauded wildly.
All at once I found myself hit in the face by a stream of seltzer water. I sputtered in protest, then screamed shrilly as Kathy directed the stream down the front of my dress, soaking it to a clinging, near transparent mess that outlined every inch of me.
From up her sleeve, Kathy produced a huge bouquet of feather flowers and proceeded to plant these down my decolletage. I looked down in wonder, only to be hit full in the face again by another stream of seltzer.
But Kathy was just getting started. Smiling impishly, she plucked a feather from the bouquet between my breasts and began tickling me!
Oooo! I writhed, I giggled. I screamed for help as I tugged frantically at the ropes that imprisoned my wrists and ankles. But it was no use. I felt the merciless caress of the feather as it swept artfully up my sides to my armpits, behind my ears and under my chin, then darted down to the insides of my thighs. How long it went on I couldn't say, but at last I was hanging exhausted by my wrists and Kathy was bowing as the audience applauded wildly in the darkness beyond the spotlight.
Now Magica proceeded with her act. Two stagehands brought out an ornate red lacquer oriental cabinet, about six feet square, and Magica made a big production of showing everyone that it was empty. Then, with a flourish, she swept off her oversized cape and draped it over the wooden X-frame, covering me completely. Through the heavy fabric, I heard a "poof!" and saw a flash of light, and then I suddenly felt a trap door opening beneath my feet as razor sharp blades concealed in the X-frame flashed out and back, severing my bonds. Instantly, I was plummeting downwards as hooks caught my dress and ripped it from me. Then I was rolling down a short passageway and onto a small platform. My weight flipped a trigger somewhere, and before I could even realize what was happening, I was shot upwards into some kind of black closet about six feet square.
And then the sides suddenly fell from the closet. Dazed, I blinked and looked around
On the stage, Magica was bowing and showing off Molly, who, attired in an outfit identical to my green dress, was now bound to the X-frame.
And I was standing, free, in what had been the oriental cabinet.
Free and almost naked!
I squealed and clasped my arms around me as I suddenly realized that I was standing there in front of everyone in just my stockings, gloves and heels! And as the band kicked up a lively circus chase theme, I leaped from the platform and ran, blushing furiously, to the safety of the performers door under the stands.
A little while later, in the front of her trailer, She Devil massaged my back softly as I lay comfortably nude on her floor. She was nude herself, and the feel of her bare thighs straddling my back was giving me warn tingles all over that had nothing to do with the carpet beneath my stomach.
"There, there, Poor Little Thing," she cooed softly. "I know it was just horrible, but really you were sensational. And you were really the best one for the job, you know; you and Molly have completely different coloring, but there is enough resemblance between your faces and builds to add a lot of visual impact to the illusion. But don't worry. I'll tell Magica to do her acts from now on without your assistance."
"Oh thank you, She Devil," I breathed softly, luxuriating in the gentle touch of her hands up and down my bare back. Then I thought of something else: "By the way, uh, how long has Molly been with you?"
"Molly?" She Devil replied casually. "Why for years and years. At first, she was too young to even use in any of the acts, but her mother had died years ago and the acrobatic troupe that bad been raising her broke up, and… well, the kid bad no place to go and nothing but a pathetic little envelope full of papers and photographs, so I took her in and found some things for her to do that didn't involve performing for the customers. She and Leona (Oh, you don't remember Leona, do you? She left the show a couple of years back.) Anyway, she and Leona worked out that cat act and when Leona left, Molly took over. But why so interested in Molly? Should I be jealous?"
"Oh no," I answered quickly. "Just curious, that's all."
"Well that better be all," She Devil moaned and leaned forward, I felt the hairs between her legs brush across my smooth bottom as her full breasts flattened against my bare back, and I felt that old familiar ache in my pussy. Did I say Pussy? I mean the ache was in my male genitals, of course, hidden behind the false pussy. Funny how I was getting confused about that lately. But She Devil was still talking.
"I want you all to myself, you magnificent animal, you," she was saying. "I want to cage you and keep you and have you perform just for me. And I want to have you feeding right out of my hand… or right out of any place else I think of!
"Oh yes," I sighed, helpless to resist this woman's lesbian charms. "Any thing for you, She Devil!"
"All right, Animal!" she giggled. "Play Horsie for me!"
"What?" I half rolled over and looked up at her quizzically.
"You heard me," she insisted softly. "Play Horsie! Come on now, up on your hands and knees, right between my legs here… That's right! Oooo, that feels sexy! Now carry me around the room this way! That's it! Giddyap, Horsie!"
And, odd as it may seem, I, Martin Howard, a man of considerable wealth (and on my way to much more) did just as she asked — willingly! Nude and completely feminized, I happily carried this equally naked circus performer around the room on my back, feeling my breasts sway beneath me as I walked, revelling in the exciting jiggle of my bare pink rump as She Devil swatted it playfully. And then, when my ride had ended us up in the bedroom, I took my reward, lapping gratefully between her tempting nether- lips until she at last moaned in fulfillment and felt my own body tingle with naughty lesbian enjoyment.
After then, it seemed like all She Devil wanted to do when we were together was some variation on the "horsie" game. As soon as I entered her trailer, I would have to strip naked and drop to my knees to approach her. When I did this, she would rub me affectionately behind the ears and call me a Good Horsie, and if there was time she would have me fetch the Bridle.
Ah yes, the Bridle. I really didn't care much for this, but She Devil had it made up specially for me by the Round-Up Girls, and she seemed to really love having me wear it, so I humored her. Basically, it was a set of leather straps that buckled tightly around my head, fastened to a semi-soft plastic tube about half an inch long and an inch in diameter. This tube was placed between my teeth and the straps adjusted so that I was biting down on it, my teeth fitting into little grooves on the outside. When She Devil had finished putting this thing on me, my mouth was held open and she could jerk my head side to side by pulling on the reins. I could make little whinnying noises, but intelligible speech was out the question so long as this thing was on.
And She Devil had a host of devilish little tricks for keeping it in place! One evening, while wearing it, I happened to turn my back to her and suddenly felt my wrists seized from behind. In no time, my hands were cuffed behind me and She Devil was laying down the law: "
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