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Jennifer's Story (2) The following Saturday I once again spent a long time getting dressed and put on my red, 4inch high heel, shoes, just as I did when I had seduced Steve into our arrangement. I put Rob's bracelet on with no other jewellery except some gold earrings. I strode into the lounge where Steve was watching television. He glanced towards me and said "Hi" and then turned back to the television. When he registered what I was wearing he turned back and looked at me properly, his shoulders slumped and he dejectedly said, "Oh Jennifer, please stop taunting me." It was the first time he had demurred since our talk. I did a slow twirl in front of him and at its completion I faced him and played with the bracelet. I mockingly asked, "Do you like?" He turned away and mumbled "Why do you have to be so cruel?" but his interest was very apparent. I sat down next to him. "I think we should talk about your sexy present." He looked at me with hope in his eyes but distrust written across his face. "How do you want to be dressed?" I continued, "And what do you want to happen?" Steve continued to stare at me then lowered his eyes. "I just want to experience what it is like to be dressed and treated as a woman." He replied weakly. "OK," I said sarcastically, "that's a lot of help." After a pause I continued "Would you make me a drink please." I needed time to think. Since the parcel arrived I had done what I should have done a long time ago and investigated men dressing as women. I was surprised how widespread it was and it seemed to go from those who did it in complete secrecy to those that wanted to go out and be accepted by the community as a woman. I was happy to see that just because they wanted to dress as women it did not mean they were gay. I felt happier with that information. Steve came back with a small jug of margaritas and a glass of water for himself. Whilst I slowly drank we talked about dressing and although Steve wouldn't spell it out I got the impression that he wanted to be seduced as a woman. We had discussed this in our normal mature fashion but I got no further forward in the detail of what he wanted, but it was good to sit down together again and discuss things as we use to. It was getting late and bedtime was approaching. I desperately wanted Steve but couldn't just back down and take him to bed. He needed to suffer a little more, after all he had just stood by as I seduced and slept with Rob. "Lets go and look at my wardrobe and you can tell me what style you fancy dressing in." I watched Steve's reactions as the doors of my wardrobes were opened and dresses, skirts and tops were pulled out. When each item was held up Steve's excitement increased. When I reminded him that he could only wear one outfit for his sexy present he became all flustered and couldn't make up his mind. "Think about it," I said and moved onto lingerie. I reminded him about his gift from Rob, the black garter belt and stockings, and told him his lingerie should be co-ordinated and as his garter belt was black so should his bra and panties. The mention of Rob caused Steve's mood to go on hold. "Oh No," he groaned and mumbled something about other people having too much say in what he was allowed to do. His mood brightened though when I brought out some lingerie. He picked up items and fingered them lovingly always going for the most feminine, lacy items. I came up close to Steve and watched him fondling my lingerie. "How about the bra I'm wearing?" In my heels I was a good two inches taller than Steve and as he turned to me he had to look up into my eyes. I gave him an encouraging smile and he dropped the bra he had been fondling and lowered his eyes. "It looks very sexy through your blouse," he replied whilst his hands did odd jerky movements towards the buttons of my blouse. I gently took one of his hands and guided it to the top button. He gulped, licked his lips and started undoing my blouse all the time nervous that I was going to do something to stop him. He slid it down over my arms so he could see my bra. He started to stoke it. My arousal was obvious. "Why don't you take it off and feel it properly" I asked suggestively. Steve's hands slid around my back and started to unhook the clips. "Rob was the last person to take this bra off me." Steve froze. "How can you be so cruel?" he groaned and flopped against me, making no further attempt to remove my bra. He went to move away but I held him close. He struggled half heartedly to get away but I continued to hold him and started pulling his shirt up. When his struggling became just a token effort I moved one of my hands and undid his trousers. As they fell away I removed his shirt. I pulled him close again, kissed him and taunted him, "Come on Sweetie, Rob couldn't wait to get my clothes off." Steve groaned and dolefully looked up into my eyes then sagged against me again. A surge of power coursed through my body. I giggled then moved his hands back to my bra. He unclipped it, all the time tense waiting for the next blow. With further encouragement he slowly stripped me spending a long time removing my stockings. I led him to our bed and quietly removed the bracelet whilst he divested himself of the rest of his clothes then pulled him onto the bed. For all his insecurity earlier once we were on the bed and the foreplay had started, Steve became like a tiger. With us both having been celibate for so long our frustration fuelled vigorous but rapid lovemaking. When it was over we collapsed into each other's arms and kissed and cuddled. It was like old times and we were content with each other. Soon there was a return to intimacy. This time it was slow and sensuous. The following day was good with Steve and I enjoying each other's company as we used to. The children even noticed and remarked that mummy and daddy were being silly. Things returned to as they were before my night with Rob but I started to feel a certain lack of excitement in the sex. I missed the very powerful aphrodisiac of controlling and dominating Steve. I remembered our reconciliation night, even though I had taunted him with references to Rob, Steve had not really complained or tried to walk away. In fact his arousal had remained unabated throughout, almost as if he wanted the humiliation. But why should I need to humiliate him? What was it in me that wanted this to happen? A few weeks later, I was tidying up and Steve was in the study when the telephone rang. He took it. I paused waiting to see if it was for me but no shout came so I carried on. After a little while I heard the phone ping as the receiver was replaced. Steve was a long time before he came into the lounge. I carried on with what I was doing but asked who was on the phone. Steve didn't say anything but just slumped onto the sofa. "What's the matter?" Steve did not answer but just shook his head. "What is it Steve?" Steve just sat there so I went and sat beside him, took his hand and said, "Tell me," thinking something awful had happened. "That was Rob on the phone," he muttered. My heart quickened and as Steve did not elaborate I asked, "Did he give you a message for me?" Steve shook his head. "Or ask to speak to me?" Steve just sat there. I was not pleased, I thought at least he could have given me a message. "Well" I demanded "What did he say?" Steve mumbled, "He said he'd just phoned for a chat and started talking about sport." He paused and then continued, "Then, out of the blue, asked me if I had had my birthday. When I told him it was still to come he said he hoped I'd enjoy wearing his present." Steve paused for a long time and I had to prompt him to continue. "We went back to discussing sport but every so often he would slip in some snide remark like was I going to wear panties or a thong, or, he thought my breasts should be about the size of Jennifer's as they were just right to handle." Steve paused then continued in an embarrassed voice, "Later on he thanked me for allowing you to spend the night with him and he was sure you enjoyed it as much as he did." "He then went back to discussing the game but then suddenly asked had you told me about the special spots he found that night?" I blushed and was getting excited. "Well, my girly man, what did you say to that?" Steve tensed even more when I said that but eventually continued, "I said I didn't know anything about what he and you had done that night." Rob apparently had laughed at that and asked did Steve want a detailed description. "When I didn't answer he said he was sorry, I probably wasn't allowed to have sex with you again yet." This was getting way beyond what was acceptable but my excitement made me want to hear the rest. Steve had stopped talking hoping for some words of sympathy but I kept quiet. Eventually Steve continued in an murmur, "He asked if he could come over on my birthday and see me dressed, then the two of you could celebrate my birthday properly." Steve paused at that point, but I sensed there was more and snapped, "And?" Steve had shrunk even further into the settee and sat with his face in his hands. He whispered, "He said I could watch if I wanted to. I hung up but not before I heard him laugh." I fumed at Steve for being such a wimp and not standing up to Rob's arrogance. I sneered at him, "Well, what did you expect. Did you want to watch instead of listening outside the door?" Steve shrank even more when I said that. I was feeling really bitchy and wanted to humiliate him further. "You did make a present of me to him didn't you? Perhaps I should ring Rob back and discuss this further." "Oh no Jenn please don't" I gulped at this erotic thought. "Why not? I'm sure he wanted to speak to me but you cut him off. I could even put it on the speaker so you could hear what Rob says as well." Steve groaned. "I think I will have a drink first." He slunk off. "Where's Rob's Number?" I called after him. Once Steve was gone I started to calm down. I was livid with Rob. He had no right to talk to Steve like that or discuss what had happened between us. If any thing was to be said, I should be the one to say it. I was starting to feel very protective towards Steve and decided there was no way I was going to ring Rob. Steve returned with my drink and a soft drink for himself. He was walking very carefully with his body crouched. When he straightened after handing me my drink I saw the reason pressed against the front of his trousers. He slumped down on the settee, put his head in his hands and murmured, "Go on then. Phone Rob." Enlightenment dawned Steve had been turned on by the phonecall and by the humiliation of recounting it. I started to wonder if he just wanted to dress as a woman or did he think of it as a means to being dominated? Perhaps I wouldn't tell Steve that I wasn't going to ring Rob. "Do you want me to?" "You want to humiliate me, so it doesn't matter what I want. Just get it over with." He gave a great shudder. "It's getting too late now as I know we will have a lot to talk about. Perhaps I'll phone him tomorrow." "Oh no," Steve groaned and covered his face with his hands. I squeezed his leg. "It's OK sweetie," I said. "When I phone him you can listen." I sipped my drink and looked at Steve slumped there and although I wanted to comfort him, the feeling of power and dominance that had been missing held me back. I squeezed his leg. "Did you want Rob to tell you what happened?" No reply. "Never mind, maybe you will hear some of it when I phone him." I stoked the inside of his thigh and sipped my drink. Steve seemed to be lost in a world of his own leaving his drink untouched. After a long pause. "Do you want to tell me what you think happened?" Steve groaned, whether it was agreement or refusal was impossible to say but no words emerged. "Perhaps you prefer to imagine what happened when Rob undressed me?" I waited again sipping my drink. "and imagine his hands moving over my body?" Steve moved his hands from his face. Eventually he turned to look at me with a haunted look on his face then turned back and stared straight ahead. "Stop it," he moaned, "Jenn, please don't" A feeling of pure lust drove through me. I squeezed the front of his trousers "Are those just words or do you really want me to stop?" The image flashed into my mind of being driven home from the club with Rob and my picture of Steve as a docile woman. I waited a long time but he did not say stop again. I put my empty glass down and pressed myself against him putting my hand back on his thigh "Did you like watching Rob and me making out on this settee?" Steve gasped at this and his body jerked and he moaned, "I didn't know you saw me." I giggled and gave him a contemptuous look. "It's time I went to bed." I declared. Steve covered my hand with his, held it for a long time, then got up. I watched Steve moved around in a daze closing things and locking up. I went to our bedroom before he was finished and was ready for bed when he came in. He looked so pathetic I almost gave him a hug but I restrained myself. He was just about to take his pants off when I said, "Leave your knickers on." He looked at me and mumbled, "They're shorts not knickers" "No sweetie," I replied, "wimps wear knickers." When we were in bed I kissed him lightly and said, "Good Night." Then using all my willpower I turned my back on him and settled down to sleep. If Steve had made any attempt to touch me my willpower would have dissipated but he just groaned and said, "Goodnight." In the morning Steve gave me a sheepish grin, a hug and a chaste kiss before getting ready to go out. I was not so happy. In the cold light of day things seemed so different. Why had I been so mean and spiteful, I didn't really want to hurt Steve but he seemed to make me do it. It was so exciting and but afterwards there was this horrible guilt trip. How could I be so cruel? And once again the question flashed through my mind, did Steve really want to dress or did he feel that by being a docile woman he could be what maybe I was not. Did he feel emasculated because there had been no boss in our marriage, no traditional man? During that day thoughts of how far we had come during the last year flashed through my mind. Although our sex lives were much more interesting now, I wondered, in retrospect, whether it would have been better not to of embarked on this. The big question was what would the future bring? And would we like it? That evening Steve wanted to be cuddled. Normally it was Steve that cuddled me. The next day I gathered information on sub/dom relationships. It seemed each couple did what suited both of them. What had happened during and after Rob's phone call seemed quite mild in comparison with some of the things I read. I started to feel a little better as I love Steve and was worried about jeopardising this but, at times, Steve seemed to want the domination. The question was how far did Steve want me to go and was I prepared to go that far? I hoped fervently we could find a place where we would both be content. In my research I came across the control of the sub by physical punishment. Most of it left me feeling dirty but a few, probably quite mild, spanking stories had me extremely aroused. Steve did not know what hit him that night. I was still excited as I had had no relief since the eroticism of the night of the phonecall, and now I had the further stimulation of spanking. I hurried up the kids" bedtime and as soon as they were safely tucked in I virtually threw myself at him. We didn't make it to the bedroom but satisfied our lust on the settee in front of the television and then, again, later in bed. When we were sated Steve asked what had come over me. I giggled and asked if he was complaining. He grinned and gave me a big hug but during the consummation two images merged in my mind, the one of Steve, as a docile woman, driving me back with Rob, and the second of that same woman stretched over my knee with her skirt up. Steve's birthday was approaching fast and I still had to sort out what to do about Steve's sexy present. Endless ideas presented themselves but what did Steve want and how did I carry it out? How was I going to act and feel seeing Steve in makeup and wearing woman's clothing? I was very unsure and dreading what may come out of it. About a fortnight before his birthday an idea started to form in my mind. That evening I casually mentioned that I was going to have my hair restyled. This was something I had wanted to do for a long time but Steve had always said no as he liked it as it was. Steve again objected but this time I said my mind was made up. I went, stood in front of him and looked down with an "argue if you dare" expression on my face. He shoulders drooped and he mumbled something about getting his cut as well. "No," I commanded, "Let yours grow for a bit." I held my hand out to him "Come to bed and make the most of me as I am tonight." When Steve came home the next day he groaned when he saw me. My hair was considerably shorter and moulded to the shape of my head. I asked him if he liked it but he evaded the question by telling me I looked very different. When I prodded further he looked down, "You look like you mean to be in control." I was intrigued by his answer because I had just wanted a style that was easier to manage and the hairdresser had suggested this. I went to Steve, tilted his head up, kissed him on the lips and said, "You will soon get use to it." He gave a half hearted grin and said "I'm sure I will." Then added, "You look great." Steve's birthday was almost here. I bought feminine underwear for Steve and had clothes around from before I'd dieted. I had been meaning to take them to a charity shop but had never got round to doing it. These clothes would fit Steve who had quite a trim figure for a man. Before his birthday I suggested to Steve that we keep his sexy present until the weekend after his birthday. I rang his mother to see if she would have the children that Saturday night. She immediately agreed but expressed the hope that Steve would not end up as unhappy as he had after the last time she had looked after the children. That was the weekend of Rob's visit. I gulped as I had not realised others had seen any change in Steve. "I don't think he will," I replied carefully then crossed my fingers. "We had a problem but it's over now." "Well make sure it is sorted," she said. "Because your not the only ones it affects. There's the children, my grandchildren, as well. He was very unsettled for quite a few weeks whilst you seemed to ignore him.." his mother replied pointedly. When we had made the arrangements I hung up. The conversation had upset me I couldn't believe I had been so self centred not see it. I had thought, in public, we had disguised our emotions well. The day of Steve's birthday arrived and we had a small family celebration. I had dressed up for the occasion and the children were allowed to stay up later to enjoy the fun. When we had safely tucked them up in bed, I sat down with Steve and held his hand. He was bursting with excitement and wanted to know what was happening over the weekend. He was told he would have to wait and see but he was taking the children to his mothers on Saturday afternoon. I then put his hand on my stocking clad knee. Later on that night when we were cuddling together I said quietly to Steve, "I hope things wont change too much after this weekend." Steve gave me a reassuring hug and said, "I don't think they will but I'm sure we can work out whatever arises." I was not so sure and lay awake half the night wondering whether this was the last good time we would spend together. My mother-in-law's words came back to haunt me. The following day I experienced something of what it appeared Steve went through when I seduced Rob. With a heavy heart, I looked at the clothes and selected some feminine outfits that would suit Steve. Whilst doing this I pondered what to call him when dressed. I couldn't call him Steve because the association would be too off-putting. Any feminine name would do but would I be able to associate it quickly? I had on many occasions called him my girly man but I couldn't keep doing that. With no flash of insight I decided to just use Girly as a pet name. I took the clothes I had selected and hung them in the wardrobe in the guest bedroom. As this was happening I went over how I was going to play Saturday night. That Steve was a sub was obvious but I didn't want to confuse the two things. I would try to treat Girly as a woman although I didn't know how I was going to seduce a woman. Saturday came and in the afternoon Steve took the kids over to his mothers. All morning he had been like a cat on a hot tin roof clearly looking forward to what was going to happen later. When he had left I went to the guestroom and laid out the clothes I had selected for him to wear. I was dreading the moment when Steve would come back and the dressing would begin. I was desperately trying to think of some reason why we could not go ahead but deep down I knew it was only if Steve said NO we could stop. As Steve walked in I gave him a hug, and a swift kiss on the cheek. "I do love you sweetie," I stated then almost in desperation. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?" He gulped held me close then mumbled, "I love you too Jenn but I need to." I clung to him for a little longer then said, "Right You must do whatever you are told to do from now on. Do you understand?" He smiled nervously and nodded. "Undress completely and have a really close shave and be careful not to cut yourself. Give me a shout when you've shaved." Steve went to the bathroom and I went to gather the cosmetics needed. When he had shaved I went and felt his face. There was still a roughness along his jaw line so he was told to shave again and then take a quick shower. Whilst he was showering I stood and watched and again felt some of the anxiety I imagined Steve must of felt as he watched me seduce Rob. I felt I was losing my husband and there was nothing I could do about it because this was what I had agreed to. When he had showered I applied a depilatory cream all over him from his neck down except for one area and told him to stand there until I told him he could move. Steve was nervously complaining the cream was starting to sting but I told him not to worry, it was just removing his body hair. He almost jumped out of the shower. "You're the one who wants to experience being like a woman and we don't have body hair." He cringed into the corner of the shower moaning was this really necessary, I glared at him then started to draw his bath and put in some of my fragrant bubble bath. The cream still needed a few more minutes so I went back to the guest room and covered over the full-length mirror. Steve was then told to shower and I enjoyed the look of horror and disbelief on his face as his body hair ended up in the shower tray. He moaned about having to wear long sleeve shirts and trousers until it started to grow back. I told him no pain, no gain but warned myself that tonight was not about dominating Steve. I moved Steve to the bath and told him to relax for a bit. He lay back soaking in that feminine scented water. When he had bathed we went to the guestroom where I had laid out the clothes I had selected for him. In the centre was his present from Rob still in its gift box. The towel gave the game away immediately he saw the clothes and I told him to put the panties on, hopefully they would keep him under control, and then handed him one of my silk dressing gowns. I put his hair in small curlers, applied false nails to his fingernails, cut and filed his toenails into some sort of shape and varnished his nails in a demur pink. I applied an evening makeup to match his nails. Finally I combed out his hair and set it. To give Steve some shape I had bought some breastforms. I took them from the draw where I had hidden them, applied the adhesive and stuck them in position. When he realised they were stuck on Steve panicked. "When will they come off?" I pretended to read the label on the tube and said, "It says they should be OK for at least a week." "Jennifer," he screamed, "I can't wear these for a week, everyone will see." I giggled. "Well, you will have to behave then, or wear a sports bra under your shirt to flatten them," I mused. Steve groaned as I picked up the lacy bra and offered it to him to put on. I adjusted the straps. He cupped his breasts and gave a small moan. I handed him the garter belt and instructed him on sliding the suspenders down inside the panties, then came the blouse and skirt. His arousal was very obvious and needed to be covered up. He put the blouse on and buttoned it up but seemed lost when the buttons finished just above his bra strap. "That's it," I said and handed him the skirt. "Stand up, hands by you side and let me look at you," I commanded. With a sheepish smile and eyes cast down he did. I was pleased with my handiwork and the blouse fitted ok apart from being a bit large around his chest. I remembered Rob's comment to Steve and giggled again. "Now for the stockings." Steve almost grabbed the packet and went to open it. I stopped him. "Careful you don't snag them with your nails. Give me the packet." Steve grudgingly handed them to me. I opened the packet and withdrew the delicate fabric, handed one to Steve and instructed him on how to put it on. Fortunately there were no seams but when he had them both on I still had to have him stand and lift his skirt so that I could unclip the stockings and straighten them. I gave him a pair of open toe sandals with 1 inch heels that came from a charity shop to put on. When he was ready I uncovered the mirror and let him look at himself. He just stood there pivoting one way, then the other but keeping his eyes glued to the mirror. In the end I broke the spell, "Do you like?" "Very much," he replied and carefully walked to me. "Thankyou Jenn," and gave me a kiss. "That's OK my girly man." He gave a weak grin. "Now go and sit on the settee and look at some of the magazines I've left there whilst I get ready." I turned away quickly before Steve could see the emotion in my face. I was pleased with the results of my handiwork but I felt despair. Was this what I had agreed to? Did Steve feel like this when I seduced Rob? I gave a great sigh and tried to keep Steve out of my mind as, out of the corner of my eye, I watched the woman I had created leave the room. I went to my bedroom and put on a loose black top with no bra and a pair of figure hugging black trousers and high-heeled sandals. I combed my hair close to my head and set it there. A touch of neutral lipstick completed my preparations and I looked at myself in the long mirror. Thankfully, I did not look like a man but neither did I resemble a soft cuddly woman. Steve's comment that I looked as if I meant to be in charge flashed through my mind. I tried to put all my doubts to the back of mind as I walked out of the bedroom. Steve was sat on the settee with a woman's magazine open but staring into space when I brought in the drinks. It was at times like this I wished Steve was not a teetotaller so I could give him something to relax him. As I sat there with Steve my control of the situation started to return and so some extent the thrill of seduction re-established itself. We chatted for a little while before going through to the candle lit kitchen for our evening meal. Over the meal I talked to Steve about what it felt like to be dressed in woman's clothing. Was it exciting? Did he have to walk differently with his breasts and in heels? Steve's comments were quite bland. His interest quickened a little when I asked about wearing stockings but, in general, his comments were only it felt OK being dressed. It was as if he was waiting for something more interesting to happen. I stepped up the pressure by bring an element of seduction into the meal but Steve was not very responsive. What was wrong, I'd done what I thought he'd wanted. I slipped my foot out of my shoe and rubbed his calf under the table but although he responded it wasn't with any great enthusiasm. I rose from the table and took Steve's hand. "Let's go for a walk in the garden." Steve immediately protested. "No. Someone will see me." "Don't be silly. It's dark and I'll switch off the security lights. All anyone will be able to see will be two women walking together." Steve still hung back objecting. "Outside now," I commanded and swatted his bottom. Steve just turned and glanced at me, lowered his eyes, opened the door and stepped outside. He stood just outside the door and grasped my hand as I emerged. As we strolled down the garden I released his hand and put my arm around his waist just like two lovers. When we reached the trees I pulled him close and gave him a soft, sensual kiss. It was not an unpleasant experience touching his lips softened by lipstick. Steve responded, I let my hands drift down to his bottom and pulled him close but was disappointed as there was not much sign of arousal. We started to wander back hand in hand. One of the neighbours came out and his security lights came on, I called out a greeting but Steve shrunk behind me trying to let go of my hand. I held tight and we wandered back to the house. Steve was almost beside himself "How could you?" he gasped when we were back inside. I giggled. "It's alright no one would recognise you anyway." Steve turned white, "Please don't do that to me Jennifer." I hugged him close and said, "Do what?" We went to the settee and sat down. I was now getting enthusiastic and wanted the seduction to succeed. I started to make out with him, but took it very gently. The blouse was slowly unbuttoned and my hand pushed inside his bra. Later, when his skirt was pushed up I realised why men liked women wearing stockings, that delicious juncture when stocking ends and bare flesh begins. I was now seriously excited but Steve was not terribly responsive. My thoughts had been he would either be all coy and there would be a struggle to seduce him or he would be enthusiastically responding to me and pushing me to go further, but he just seemed disinterested. What was wrong? Why was he not responding? We were both in for a very unsatisfactory night unless I did something. But did anything need to be done? If things were left as they were perhaps that would be the end of dressing, but I didn't really believe that and my pride would not let me give in. Steve had to either realise dressing was not what he wanted, or come out with what he really wanted. I stood up. "It's time we went to bed," took his hand and led him to the bedroom. Outside the guestroom I stopped, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and said, "Goodnight my girly man. See you in the morning." Steve was dumbstruck. "What?" he exclaimed. "Aren't we sleeping together?" "I don't sleep with women," I replied. "And I only invite men like Rob to my bedroom." He grabbed my arm. "Oh please Jennifer sleep with me." His grip on my arm was intense. At last I had broken through. "Why?" I snarled. "You don't seem very interested, and I'm certainly not into rape." I paused then glared at him. "Let go my arm at once." He let go my arm, his body slumped, his eyes dropped to my feet, "Sorry Jennifer, please forgive me." He mumbled and went to give me a hug. I stopped him. "Go into the bedroom and we'll get you ready for bed." I pushed him through the door. "Please Jennifer," he pleaded. I followed him into the bedroom and told him to touch up his lipstick as most of it had rubbed off. He complained he didn't know how but I told him to just do what he had seen me do many times. Whilst he was figuring out what to do I picked up the camera I had hidden under the bed. He was just tracing the outline of his lips when I took the photograph. He jumped at the flash and smudged his lipstick. "What are you doing?" he screeched. "I thought we should have some record of Girly," I replied. "Stand up and let's see you properly." "No Jenn," he pleaded. "Yes Steve," I replied. "I want us both to be able to remember this." He slowly stood, shoulders drooped and eyes staring at my shoes. "Tidy yourself up" I snapped. Steve continued to stare at my shoes. I grabbed some tissue from the dressing table and cleaned the smudged lipstick off his face. "Now do up your blouse and look presentable." The tone of my voice must have got through to Steve as he buttoned up the blouse and looked in the mirror. After minor adjustments he turned to me and queried, "OK?" "Better." I revelling in this power, "Now look at the camera." I pressed the button just as his eyes came up. He looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car. "Good. Now we shall have one showing some of your figure." Steve stared at me. "Take your blouse off." His eyes went back to the floor as he moaned, "Oh no." He slowly unbuttoned the blouse and I took the next picture side on with his blouse sliding down his arms and hands behind his back. When he had removed the blouse I told him to take off the skirt. "No more pictures please," he pleaded with me. "I need one for Rob showing you in his present." Tears appeared in the corner of his eyes. "Oh no, You can't do that," he moaned and stood still. "Steve, take off your skirt," I repeated but he just stood there shaking his head. I went to him, unzipped the skirt and pushed it off his waist. As it slid over his bottom and down his legs he reacted and grabbed it holding it just above his knees. As he went to pull it back I slapped him hard, twice, across the top of his thigh. He yelped, dropped the skirt and brought his hands up to cover the exposed flesh between his stockings and panties. "Stop being silly," I snapped. Steve grabbed my arm. "Oh no, Please don't do this Jenn, please." "Rob asked you for a picture so we should take one for him to show how much you appreciate his present." Steve let go my arm and turned away muttering something about his present to Rob. I told Steve to look at me over his shoulder and as he did I took the photograph. "That will be a good one for Rob," I said. "The red hand marks should come out clearly and you can tell him why their there." Steve looked totally defeated. I told him to take his stockings off carefully. "Won't you do it for me?" he begged. "Only if you want to believe it's Rob taking them off." He fixed me with a long glare then started to undo the clasps. "I'll do it." I felt pleased, I had found a point where he said no and didn't want a man touching him. When he had removed the stockings and garterbelt I told him to put on his nightdress which was hanging in the wardrobe. He got it, removed his bra and went to remove the panties but I told him to leave them on. I did not want to see a bulge in the front of the nightdress. It was a lacy creation but not very diaphanous. He revelled in the feeling of the nightdress floating down over his hairless body. It seemed to be one of the items of clothing he most enjoyed putting on. "Thankyou for reminding me about your present to Rob." Steve looked dumbstruck. "I think a few photographs of me to go with yours would be nice don't you? Perhaps you could do the honours." I struck a pose. Steve blindly reached for the camera and took a shot. Suddenly I realised I was not doing this for Steve, or for Rob, but for me, my satisfaction, my kicks. I carried on revelling in the power and control. "I'm sure he would prefer one as he saw me that night." I removed my blouse. "How about this?" I struck another pose. "Come on Steve, press the button and make sure it's good." Steve pressed the button again. "And now one from later on. Take off my shoes please and remove my trousers." Steve just stood there dumbstruck. "Come on, we haven't got all night" Steve jerked himself into some sort of reluctant action and kneeled at my feet to remove my shoes. As he stretched up to unzip my trousers I saw his excitement through the nightdress. Wearing only my panties I pondered how he should photograph me. I climbed onto the bed, lay on my side and crooked my leg in a tasteful pose. "I think Rob will remember this." Steve, moving like a zombie, just grabbed the camera, pointed and pressed the button. I was now extremely aroused but thought I'd pushed Steve far enough, in fact I was surprised he'd gone this far. I got off the bed, pulled back the covers, told Steve to put the camera down and get into bed. I climbed in along side him. He was lying on his back with his arms pulled tightly around him anticipating the next humiliation. I lay along side him and taunted him both verbally and physically. Steve's excitement grew with each taunt and his hands crept towards my body but whenever they made contact I removed them. In the end he groaned, "Please Jenn, please." I could stand it no longer. I woke early the following morning after a fitful nights sleep. Steve was still asleep beside me. It was strange waking with me naked and Steve in a nightdress. Normally it was the other way round. I slowly, without disturbing Steve, turned onto my back and stared at the ceiling. I felt guilty, in fact I loathed myself. How could I have done that to Steve? The fact that it had got us both really turned on seemed little justification. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes as I wondered what would Steve think of me? Would he even want to stay with me after last night? I had never consciously humiliated him before my night with Rob and my night with Rob had been with his consent. Since that night I tormented him in the beginning because I was angry with him and wanted him to know how angry I was but it hadn't been anything like last night. Something inside me had kept driving me forward, I had needed the lustful feelings associated with completely dominating Steve. I lay there for a long time in a pool of self loathing running over what I had done to him and cringed remembering each humiliation I had heaped on him. After going over and over it in my mind I still could not reconcile my behaviour with the person I thought I was. I thought of the questions I had posed for myself. I was almost convinced that Steve was not gay and until last night had only wanted me but as to the depth of his need to be humiliated I did not know. Had he reached it, passed it or worse still did it go further. Admittedly the sex last night had eventually reached a massive climax for us both but that didn't excuse my behaviour. Eventually Steve stirred and slowly woke up. There was a sudden pause in his waking, his hands ran over his nightdress, he sighed and turned onto his back. I waited, tensed, for the tirade to come but nothing happened. I turned my head to look at him. He lowered his eyes from my face, reached out and tentatively touched my hand. "Morning Jenn," he mumbled. Here it comes I thought. "Thanks." I was speechless What was he thanking me for? When I didn't say anything he let go my hand and grabbed my arm as if he thought I was going to pull away from him. "I'm sorry."