Cam-eo Performance: "In Search of a Better Way” is a sequel to "A Cam-eo Performance" posted three years ago on 11/16/2018. (Main characters name is now John/Britney... NOT Wiley/Wanda).
My wife, Peggy, had been out of town at a three day conference halfway across the US. I let my inner Britney come out to play. I, Britney, spent three erotic days roaming the house in full femme 24/7. I tried on my girly clothing and lingerie and makeup. I also enthusiastically and loudly pleasured myself often with the aid of Peggy’s vibrator.
Unfortunately I forgot about all our tiny hidden security cameras that were located throughout our house. All my ‘fashion shows’ and love sessions were sent to Peggy’s laptop and cell phone. Her revenge is mean. And embarrassing. She promises to email my 'performances' to my entire email address book. Mom & Dad are first on her list.
Previously:
My wife, Peggy, had been out of town at a three day conference halfway across the US. I let my inner Britney come out to play. I, Britney, spent three erotic days roaming the house in full femme 24/7. I tried on my girly clothing and lingerie and makeup. I also enthusiastically and loudly pleasured myself often with the aid of Peggy’s vibrator.
Unfortunately I forgot about all our tiny hidden security cameras that were located throughout our house. All my ‘fashion shows’ and love sessions were sent to Peggy’s laptop and cell phone.
“My friends think your red Basque is particularly sexy. They all want to meet Britney and will be over for drinks and snacks next weekend; it will be your coming out party.”
“Remember Jerry and ‘Flaming Frank’ from my work? Your frequent sex workouts gave them lumps in their pants. “Frank, or Frannie as he likes to be called, was impressed with your creativity with the vibrator. We know he shares your cross dressing hobby and we know he likes boys.”
“At Frannie’s urging we all chipped in and bought a French maid uniform for Britney. Frankie says it closely matches his. He is very excited about you both wearing them at your party. He’s offered to help you serve if he can come dressed like you.”
“Let’s get something straight. You were the one that got caught doing wrong, not me. You are the pervert, not me. You took a risk and lost. I caught you and there will be consequences! Look up the word ‘atonement’ Britney. Accept your fate and become that girl you obviously want to be; your life will get much better if you do. Do you understand?”
I nodded my head. “I understand.”
Peggy handed me a one page piece of paper with writing. A quick glanced confirmed it was my entire email address book. Peggy had taken the time to list my parents, in bold, at the top of the list. Her implications were clear: obey or else.
“By the way, from today forward, while at home I want to see pretty Britney or maid Britney and not plain John: Bras, panties, garter belts and stockings starting today. Is that clear, Princess? Even at work.”
It was soon time for bed and Peggy mandated that I get fully dressed in Britney’s sleepwear before going to bed. I gladly did as instructed. Being blackmailed to dress up had an upside.
Peggy had just arrived home today and events were already unfolding quickly. Today was Friday. I had to go to work on Monday. What possible harm could my wife do in just two days?
It’s a new day - We resume the story
Breakfast Saturday
Peggy and I were sitting at the breakfast table finishing our morning coffee. I was, at Peggy’s ‘request’, still in my evening sleepwear. Without being told I put on a pair of shear black thigh high stockings over my cleanly shaven legs to humor her. Besides I have always loved the feeling that stockings gave me when I walk or rub my legs together.
“We’re going shopping today Princess. I want you fully femmed up and ready to leave at 12 noon. Do not have any outer clothing on and do not wear your wig. Get rid of your thigh high’s and into your red bra and garter belt set like I told you last night.”
“And there are these.” Peggy slid me a pack of artificial press-on fingernails from ULTA. “These are ¾ inch long. Make sure you are wearing them and that they are painted.” Peg handed me a bottle of “Vibrant Red” nail polish which would match my bra and garter belt.
I began shaking the bottle vigorously. “Where are we going, darling?” I asked.
Needed: pierced ears, a new shade of lipstick and new dildo
“We need supplies for your coming out party next Saturday and we’ll be making several stops. Shave close because we’re going to the cosmetic counter at Macy’s today. I’ll give you more orders later.”
The “no wig” mandate had me perplexed. Why this request?
“Is that all? I quipped. Peggy broke into a sly looking grin and said, “No, Britney there’s one more thing. It’s from Frannie.” Peggy handed me a small white box that seemed heavy for its size. I lifted the lid and looked inside. Frannie had gifted me a chrome butt plug that was a huge pink gemstone!
“It’s called a ‘Princess Plug’” Peggy said. “You damn well better be wearing it before we leave.”
I was sitting very gingerly at the table by 11:50 AM in my bra, panties, garter belt, stockings and makeup. My red toe nails looked rather nice through the nude toe of the stocking. I adjusted a loose garter strap. I was enthralled with my long and shaped red fingernails. I was getting used to my ‘Princess Plug’.
“”You did well, Princess but we need to get you some eye shadow and eye liner. Here’s your clothing for the day.”
“Standup and show me your Princess Plug, Princess” she ordered.
I stood and faced my backside to Peggy so she could see Pinky. “While you’re back there please adjust my rear garters.” I requested.
Peggy took the slack out of my garters and snapped one to check strap tension. After that was done, and to my surprise and delight Peggy grabbed Pinky and twisted it back and forth as if she was twisting a door knob. She evidently hit a nerve as I squealed in delight. ‘Another upside to Peggy’s feminization discipline’ I thought.
“You really like having something in your butt, don’t you Britney?” I said nothing but wiggled my butt to indicate that I had heard her.
Peggy: “Let’s get you dressed Precious.”
Peggy handed me one of my regular men’s Hawaiian shirts. I put it on over my bra and buttoned it up. My tits made the shirt tent out. I wanted my wig.
“Here are your shoes for today.” Peggy tossed a pair of women’s shoes in my direction. They were opened toed with 1 ¾ inch block heel. My nylons helped them slide smoothly onto my feet; my red toe nails made a statement of femininity that didn’t match my man’s haircut or voice.
For pants I was given a thin pair of ankle-length, high waist, pleated, khaki summer slacks. There were no front pockets; the short ankle length brought attention to my open toed shoes.
“Since you have no pockets you’ll need to carry a purse. The shoes match the bag. You, my little Sissy, will always carry my MK clutch purse.”
When I was fully dressed I looked like the stereotype of a North Hollywood male hair dresser and/or Las Vegas gay street hustler. No offense intended for either group. I really was missing my wig.
Peggy opened my purse and tossed in my driver’s license, a credit card and cash. She also made sure I had two tubes of lipstick, mascara, small hair brush and a couple tampons “for effect.”
“We are going shopping to replace my vibrator that you defiled and we’re finally getting Britney’s ears pierced. You’ll be happy that you did. There’s a mall I know of that will do your ears. The question becomes two holes or four?”
“To show you how reasonable I am we’re driving out of our area to a truck stop in Fontana that has plenty of sex shops. You will go into the store alone and select a new dildo. Be sure to ask an employee for help.”
Peggy handed me my purse and the car keys. “You drive Sweetie. You’ll get used to the heels in no time.” I followed Peggy’s directions.
We arrived at the Macy’s that Peggy wanted to visit. I grabbed my purse, exited the car walked immediately to the earring counter. Pointing to a bar stool Peggy told me “Sit down, cross your legs like a good girl, make a choice and don’t cause any problems so we can have some girly fun at the cosmetic counter.”
Peggy motioned for assistance and a lady immediately offered to help us. “What can I help you… ladies (?) with?” she asked. Her demeanor bordered between surprise and amusement.
“My Britney wants to have her ears pierced; next Saturday is her coming out party. We know she wants at least two inch gold hoops.”
Still talking to Peg the clerk began asking her questions. Peggy waved her off and said, “Direct all your questions to Britney; she’s a big girl now. She’ll also take care of the payment. I’ll be back in 15 minutes.” Peg smiled and walked away.
Fifteen minutes later Peg was back and I was sporting pretty gold hoops and zirconium ‘diamond’ stud earrings. I was holding a small plastic bag that contained four starter sleeping studs and a pamphlet that described caring for newly pierced ears.
“Four holes! Very brave my little Sissy; very pretty too.” I was subconsciously toying with my new jewelry.
“Let’s go Precious, it’s lipstick time.”
We were soon standing at the cosmetics counter. A young cosmetic consultant immediately offered to help. Speaking to me Peggy said, “Tell the nice lady what you want Sweetie. After all it’s your special coming out party next week.”
“I want a lipstick that matches my complexion.” I stammered. The woman did well in hiding her surprise at my voice and my image. The woman looked me over and said, “Someone did a nice job of applying your makeup. But your eyes and eyebrows need a little help.”
“I just want a lipstick that matches my complexion” I repeated. “I been doing my own makeup for a couple years.”
Peggy told the girl, “Show Britney what eye shadow and eyeliner can do for a young lady. Find her a subtle fragrance too. I’ll be back in 15 minutes.”
Pausing for a moment to check me out Peggy slipped the cosmetic consultant a $20 bill and whispered, “Make sure you use the longest lasting cosmetics that you have. Work your magic; I’ll be back in a half hour.” The cosmetologist smiled knowingly and nodded.
When Peggy came to retrieve me I had two bags of ‘supplies’ and a few samples. The cosmetologist motioned her over and said, “I tinted Britney’s eyelashes and eyebrows and did her eyeliner. The tint lasts four to eight weeks. Come back when I’m on duty and I’ll redo it all for 50% off.” Peg smiled and gave the girl a ‘thumbs up’. The cosmetologist continued, “I think Britney’s face looks very attractive and kissable.” Peggy scrutinized me.
Peggy: “I totally agree; what a beauty. Very kissable. Thank you!”
Peggy stared intently. “It looks as if your eye lashes are longer and your eyebrows look much better; your eye shadow is subtle but nice. We certainly wouldn’t want to draw any attention to your pretty Sissy self, would we? The makeup lady said you looked kissable! Frannie will be impressed.” Peggy laughed. “He will want to know if you’re suckable.”
I replied, “Stephanie did a quick touchup on me. She had me close my eyes while she worked on my lashes. The eyeliner felt cool as she was applying it. She said she used a special shade of lipstick. I hope it isn’t too red. She says I’m so pretty that she wants me to meet her brother.”
Before leaving I stared into a mirror. “Wow!” I looked much prettier than when I came in. My face looked like a fashion model’s face. Except for my short man’s haircut my face was show girl perfect. I slipped the cosmetologist’s business card into my purse.
Now that you’re looking and smelling feminine we are going to the Adult Sex shop.
Adult bookstore near a truck stop in Fontana
“You are not to go in and quickly grab the first dildo you see; you are to take time to become familiar with all their dildos, not a quick grab and go with the first one you see. As always you are to carry my MK clutch purse.”
I pulled into a gravel parking lot and found a parking place under a shade tree facing the front door. There was only one other car in the lot which most likely belonged to the clerk on duty. As I exited the car Peggy said, “Be sure to get us a dildo that we can share. See what other products they have; we may want to come back for other things. Don’t rush the purchase Sweetie.” She turned on the car radio and reclined her seat. She noted the time.
I adjusted my bra and steeled myself for what I was about to do by taking a deep breath and exhaling deeply. I tightly gripped my purse and entered through a door that said “Welcome”. Peggy could hear the door buzzer.
About five songs into her wait Peggy glanced up and watched as someone hung a “Sorry, we’ll be back in 30 minutes” sign in the store window. That’s odd she thought.
Over the next half hour three cars and a large truck came into the parking lot. Seeing the sign they all turned around and left.
Forty five minutes later the buzzer of the door opening jarred Peggy from a shallow sleep.
I almost ran into a man who was entering the store as I was leaving. His single cubic zirconium ear stud caught my attention. He held the door open for me; “Where have you been all my life, sweetheart? Let me hold the door for you.” He smiled at me in a flirting way as I walked past him. “A pretty girl like you should let her hair grow a bit longer.”
The crunching of gravel under my short heels seemed noisy. I was coming her way and carrying two bags. I was walking funny; my gait was different.
With bags in hand I slid gingerly into the driver’s seat. Placing the bags on the floor between my legs I leaned back and sighed. My eyes were closed and it was obvious that I was trying to relax. Peggy gave me time to compose myself.
“What did you get us Brit?” asked Peggy. I passed her the larger of the two bags. Peggy peered inside. Reaching into the bag she pulled out what looked like a harness. “You got us a strap on?” Her other hand was holding two realistic silicon dicks; one was longer than the other.
“Yes, Peg it’s a convertible strap-on. It’s very versatile. I had to flirt with the cashier a bit but I negotiated a large discount.” In an attempt to get comfortable I shifted my butt several times.
I fastened my seatbelt, started the car and sat there, with the car idling and my eyes closed.
“What’s wrong Brit? Did the clerk try to get fresh with you?” Peggy asked.
Britney explains
“No, the clerk didn’t try to get fresh. I did.”
Peg’s eyes got wider. “You got fresh?”
“You want me to be girly, right? At first the clerk was not going to help me until I walked to the register and he saw my pretty face. He took note that I was obviously wearing a bra. I told him I needed a dildo. Suddenly he became Mr. Helpful. He walked me over to a display case and made several suggestions. He had me hold each dildo in my hand and feel its girth and texture. He said that it looked like I knew how to properly hold a cock; he was flirting with me and it made me feel feminine!”
I paused a bit to collect my thoughts and then continued.
“Mr. Helpful had his hand on my back as he guided me to the dildo display. I thought nothing of it. After a few minutes he snapped my bra strap and asked what color my bra was. I told him it was red. Immediately after telling him the color of my bra he steered me to the strap-on section. He suggested a strap-on because it comes with two dicks; a shorty and a not so shorty. Both can be attached to the harness or used without a belt. You can control penetration. The short dick aligns perfect with my prostrate.”
Peggy: “How do you know that it aligns with your prostate?” she queried.
“Mr. Helpful insisted in showing me a few features of his product. While I held the shorty dildo he used the longer one to poke my butt from behind. Instead of hearing no sound when he poked me he heard a ‘clunk’; Mr. Helpful had hit Frannie’s pink jewel butt plug! He found resistance where there should not have been any. So I had to explain. And then I had to show him and then he saw my red garter belt…gently tugged on one strap. It was unexpected but strangely exciting. I fantasized that I was a girl.” I paused a moment and continued. “Because the dildo was used I could got 50% off. He sanitized it before putting it in the bag.”
Peggy was in shock.
“Because I’m now a store VIP he gave me a free item. Check my purse.”
Peggy opened my purse and retrieved my pink ‘Princess Plug’. A VIP card for the porn shop with “Ms. Britney” emblazoned on it was also in my purse. She quickly dropped both items back into my purse.
“I now have a blue ‘Princess Plug’; the gemstone is shaped like a heart, it fits better than Pinky and it’s cute.”
“You name your ‘Princess Plugs’?” Peg asked.
“When he was done Mr. Helpful sanitized Pinky and gave it back to me. He warned me that ‘Princess Plugs’ set off metal detectors at the airport.”
“So where’s the blue one now?”
I smiled wryly and said, “Blue Boy is where it’s supposed to be.” I carefully wiggled my butt for emphasis.
Taking a closer look at me Peg said, “Britney, why are you wearing a different shade of lipstick than when you entered the store and why are you walking and sitting funny?”
I turned off the car, leaned back in the seat and closed my eyes.
“It seems that VIP stands for Very Important Pussy. Having been in the store for awhile and after looking at so many sexy items I was already becoming aroused when Mr. Helpful found Pinky. He grabbed it through my thin pants and began wiggling it around like you did this morning; that made me more aroused. That’s when he hung the ‘we’re closed’ sign. He led me willingly to a VIP room in the back of the store.”
“A VIP room?”
“Yes. It’s a private lounge in the back of the store that looks like a bedroom.”
“And…?”
“When Mr. Helpful saw that I was wearing a red garter belt and black stockings he became very aroused. It wasn’t very long until Pinky was lying on a side table, my pants and panties were around my ankles and I was bent over the arm of a couch. Wearing the garter belt made it easier for him to get at me.”
“And…?”
“And the short dildo was buried deep inside me… and I liked it. He was holding onto my bra band like a rodeo rider and I was pushing back on it and moaning like a wanton Sissy slut. And then it happened.” I squirmed again in an effort to get Blue Boy more comfortable inside me.
“My gosh, Brit, WHAT on earth happened?”
“Mr. Helpful pulled out of me, discarded the strap-on, and then began fucking me with the real thing. I was still bent over when he ‘pegged’ me! Even though he managed to get a condom on it felt different. I felt him cum! I was so excited and I couldn’t help it; I came too. I soiled his couch.”
“All this still doesn’t explain the change in lipstick, does it, Precious?”
“After Mr. Helpful pulled out we were both still very excited. I was feeling very womanly just like you want so I sucked him off! And I took my own sweet time in making him cum; it was like it was meant to be. Afterwards I knew my lipstick was gone so I reached into my purse and this is the first lipstick I grabbed.” A tear ran down my cheek. I briefly worried if my mascara was running. ‘Where did that concern come from?’ I wondered.
“My god, you’ve been ‘bred’! Frannie will be so disappointed.”
Peggy suggested that her ‘poor little girl’ had had a rough day and that she should drive us home. I agreed. We switched seats so I could recover. She started the car and we headed home.
“My Sissy sure has had a very busy day, haven’t you? You had your ears pierced, lost your virginity and became a cocksucker all on the same day!” Peggy cheerfully offered.
I fingered my new earrings and shook my head in disbelief.
“Tell me what you’ve become Sissy. What are you?”
“I’m a cocksucker.”
“You’re not just a cocksucker you’re a special cocksucker, you’re a Sissy cocksucker.”
“Yes, I am a Sissy cocksucker.” I held up my right hand and stared at my middle finger; the missing nail was obvious. I continued, “The worst part of my day is that I broke off a fingernail when Mr. Helpful came; he clenched.” I softly chuckled.
“What’s so funny?” Peg asked.
“The nail is still inside him” I lamented.
Peggy began driving faster.
“What’s the rush, Peg? Is our house on fire?”
Gripping the steering wheel and staring intently at the road Peggy tersely said, “After listening to your adventures in the dildo shop my pussy is on fire; your description has made me moist and horny. I wish I could have seen you sucking his cock. I want to get us home so I can jump your bone.”
I was beginning to believe there were some real benefits to being Britney. Perhaps I should just let Peggy have her way. From out of the blue a random thought popped out of my mouth, “I wonder if Frannie is circumcised?”
Peg glanced at me for a moment and increased her speed.
I was wondering if I could turn the tables on Peggy and photograph HER in a compromising position. Maybe Frannie would help this happen. Take a photo of Peg making love to a woman…or sucking off a She-Male… maybe that ‘woman’ would be Frannie? There had to be a way to make my ordeal come to an end before I became permanently imprinted as Blowjob Britney. I began to mentally replay what I had done. I smiled and let my mind wander; my cock began to harden.
I need time to think this through. Would my pretty makeup last until my coming out party next week? Do I care? Oddly, I do.
