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Kelly Takes Control
Part 1: The Decorator.
A work of transgender fiction, contains depictions of sex and black mail,
if you are offended or too young, do not read on.
***
Kelly opened the door to their home. She took a deep breath "he'll be
looking at porn again" she thought grimly. "Am I not enough for him? I
really can't understand why he looks at all those other women, all those
sluts! Chin up, tits out, you can do this'.
Kelly pushed open the door, home slightly earlier than normal from the
pole dancing class. The house was a mess as usual. The decorator would be
coming soon to do the back bedroom. "Why do I have such a lazy husband! I
want a man who is good with his hands, one that is handy around the house
- one who looks good in a tool belt! I wonder what the decorator will be
like?"
Brian? She called from the hall. "Are you up there on the computer
again?" god he is up there again, what does he do on that computer all
day? Look at porn I bet! She felt her anger rise, but she remained in
control, pushing it down inside her, putting a brave face on it all.
***
The next day the decorator was busy in the box room, stripping it out.
Kelly had taken the day off to supervise, but she was in Brian's office
snooping. She booted up his pc, looked at the Internet history. Kelly was
amazed at how much porn she found. His computer was full of it. Picture
after picture of girls in sexy expensive lingerie. All the sites she
found dealt with stockings, panties, and even pantyhose. "God I thought
those were passion killers!" she thought to herself. She was feeling very
angry and impulsive.
She went to see how the decorator was getting on. God he was handsome!
Narrow little hips, pert bum, tanned and muscular. She watched him as he
worked, unaware that she was at the door lusting after him.
Hello there, how you getting on? She said moving into the room. "God that
all looks so complicated" she said moving in close to inspect his work.
He described what he was doing and what he had planned for the room, she
listened attentively, laughing exaggeratedly at his lame jokes and
staring at him in wide-eyed amazement as he explained the complexities of
painting the wall.
Suddenly a favourite song of hers began to play on the radio. "God I love
this song!" she tells him, "me and my girlfriends have a whole dance
routing worked out to this"
"Really? I love dancing why don't you show me your dance?"
"Oh gosh I can't, it's a strip tease!" She blurted out accidentally on
purpose.
"You're a stripper?" He looks interested now - what a slut I am!
"Oh no nothing like that, I just go to pole dancing classed with some
friends. Just for fun. It's a fitness thing! I could show you the dance I
guess, I mean I don't have to take my clothes off or anything, so where's
the harm?"
***
Brian arrived home, the decorator had left for the day. Inspecting the
back room Brian was surprised to find so little progress. Would you have
done it any quicker Kelly laughed at him. "God, we've been here 5 years,
in all that time you could have painted the walls in here, and now your
complaining?"
Kelly, what's wrong with you?
Brian, I found all this porn on you computer. I have to tell you it's
eating me alive.
What? Brian started to get angry.
Just then the decorator entered the room from the kitchen. He looked over
at Brian disapprovingly.
Brian I knew you'd get angry so I brought back up.
Brian lunged at the decorator. They tussled on the floor. Soon Brian was
heaving. The decorator easily overpowered him.
Ok, OK! Stop, stop, I give in.
Say you're sorry to your wife.
Carlos made Brian apologise for the porn, for being a lazy husband, for
not caring enough about his wife.
Tomorrow you'll be decorating the box room and Carlos will be supervising
you. You better do a good job too because your going to be sleeping in
that room from now on. Oh and as Carlos is the supervisor I've doubled
his wages.
She moved over to Carlos, ran her hand down his firm muscular abdomen,
felt his heavy breathing from the fight. She pressed herself against him.
If Carlos takes you in hand like he did with me this afternoon then you
should be finished in no time.
I wont do it, you can't force me! Brian cried.
Oh we can. She reached over to her bag and drew out a small pistol on her
husband.
Now strip!
Soon Brian was naked before them. Kelly scoffed "Oh Brian I never
realised how small you were! You have a tiny little penis, you really do.
No wonder you were so shy about fucking me with it! Carlos, show my
husband a real penis please.
Carlos took out his long thick penis. Even soft it was bigger than
Brian's was hard.
Brian that's nothing, Kelly said, wait till you see it hard.
Kelly gave her pistol to Carlos who kept it on Brian all the time. Kelly
fell to her knees and took Carlos in her mouth. Carlos was soon hard,
Kelly was moaning softly as she sucked. Oh Carlos, you make me so wet!
With that she hitched up her dress and rolled down her panties. She was
about to throw them to one side when she had a better idea.
"Brian!" she barked. "Carlos is my new lover, I want him to fuck me, I
want to feel him inside me, pleasuring me like you never could. Since you
have failed as a man I want you to watch us fucking. I want you to focus
on Carlos's magnificent cock, and his beautiful body, and you can wear my
panties too'.
"What! I'm not wearing your panties!" Brians face turned scarlet with
embarrassment.
Why scared you might like wearing my pretty little panties are we? I know
that's your thing, panties. You've been spending your days looking at
panty pictures on the internet, maybe that's because you secretly want to
wear ladies panties. I don't blame you sweetie, my panties are so sweet
and sexy. My panties come is all kinds of materials and styles. Now I've
been wearing these panties all day and they're all icky because Carlos
has got me so excited today. I really am being exceptionally kind to you.
I could just have Carlos shoot you. Now take my panties and put them on.
But men don't wear women's panties it's humiliating.
Oh, you're so wrong about that. Getting married to a limp dicked looser,
that's humiliating. Finding out your husband prefers to jerk his little
thing to pictures rather than the real thing - that's humiliating. But
you wearing my panties? That's just payback. Now put them on.
Brian felt the panties in his hand, they were warm and slightly moist. He
unballed them and opened them out in front of him. Her panties were
terribly flimsy things, a mesh thong in sunshine yellow. The panties had
lace panel detail and were dripping with lashings of pink ruffle trim.
They were the most feminine panties he had ever seen. He loved to watch
his wife strutting round the house in them, her firm round ass making the
fabric dance. In other times these thoughts may have given Brian a hard-
on. But a loaded gun in his face took the edge off. He opened out the
panties in front of him.
He's going to do it! Kelly hissed as she wanked off Carlos.
Defeated, demoralised and staring down the barrel of a loaded gun, Brian
put on his wife's panties.
Even though his penis was small he had trouble stuffing it into the front
of those tiny delicate panties.
Kelly then gave Carlos a mind-blowing blowjob while Brian stood and
watched in the corner of the room. Eventually Carlos but the gun down to
concentrate on the pleasure he was getting. Brian was too much of a wimp
to do anything and Carlos and Kelly both knew the gun wasn't even loaded.
After about 15 minutes of Kelly blowing Carlos he turned her over and
took her doggy style. Kelly felt herself melt to pieces on his cock,
waves of pleasure began to build inside her, she began to moan and gasp
lost in the moment, Carlos's grunts turning her on even more as his
movements became more intense, more aggressive. She reached down to her
clit and frantically pushed it towards Carlos's thrusting member.
Suddenly Carlos cried out in ecstasy, she felt him cum deep inside her,
pulsing jets of his cum, she was close too. Carlos was still inside her,
he regained control and began to rock slowly back and fourth. He was
dripping with sweat now and knew she was close to the edge. "Don't cum
yet" he said as he found his rhythm for the second time. "I'm gonna cum,
I'm gonna cum" she started to moan. Carlos was so turned on by her. She
had a great little body, beautiful hips, she had the skin of a child. She
was so beautiful. Carlos's rhythm was like a steam train, with a smooth
movement they changed position so that he was on top. She felt his weight
on her as she came. The orgasm was electric, a flash bulb inside her: the
white glow of ecstasy. He came again and fell on top of her, spent but
enraptured by her. She felt joy spread through her limbs, spiral,
splashing, cascading out of her body like a fountain. The lovers pressed
them selves together. "Like a fountain" she thought, "and he a fountain
god'.
***
when Kelly came to her senses she looked up at Brian, "Brian! I can't
believe my eyes!" she cried "you've got an errection in your panties!"
It was true, the passionate love making had aroused Brian very much. To
his discomfort and humiliation he had felt himself getting harder in the
panties while his wife made love to another man.
I knew you were a disgusting panty pervert! Look Carlos he's got a hard
on from wearing my panties.
She grabbed her phone and stated to take pictures of Brian. She made him
smile for camera. "These will make great black mail photos" she said. "I
hope your business partners, family and friends don't get copies!" she
laughed. "Now I have these you're going to do what ever I say little
panty boy'.
"Kelly - I'm sorry about the porn, about being inferior at lovemaking.
I'm sorry I have a small penis. Please don't run off with Carlos, stay
with me, I can change!"
"Oh I don't know, these photos will make a great divorce case. I'll get
everything when the judge sees you in my panties with a hard on. I bet
the case will even get on the news'. Brian was a fiercely private man,
the idea of a scandal mortified him.
"Kelly please don't do that, I still love you, I still need you, don't
make me beg."
He still wants me? I've been a total bitch and still he begs at my feet
like a sick panty puppy. His hard-on hasn't gone down either? Maybe he
can still be of some value. I mean Carlos is a stud but he cant be making
much money, and Brian has his own business. But how can I keep him like
this, desperate and begging for my attention? He gets needy when he's
horny, pestering me all the time, but when he gets what he wants he loses
interest.
"Ok Brian" She said, "I've have to sleep on it. Do you stay or do you go?
That very much will depend on you over these next few days. You have
humiliated me and shown yourself to be, well, less than a man, but I
still think the marriage can be saved. The trouble is Brian, you keep
wanking your little thing all the time. Look now, how hard you are, for a
little boy you've made quite a tent in your panties. If only there was
some way we could stop you wanking it."
"Why don't you buy a chastity belt?" Carlos chimed in "I have a friend
who is a blacksmith, he makes these belts for men and women, he could
make you a belt, but it will take a few weeks he is very busy."
Brian's cheeks burned from the humiliation of this conversation, but his
dick was pressed harder than ever against its panty prison.
"Well that's a great idea, but what about in the mean time, tonight? I
guess you could sleep with your hands tied out of reach of your cock
Brian? Would you be willing to do that to save our marriage?"
***
that night Brian slept in the spare room. Kelly tied his hand to the
headboard. She had insisted that he wear her panties to sleep in and she
noticed as she bound his hands that he has another errection. "my little
panty boy does love his abuse doesn't he? She cooed. She gently caressed
his penis through the fabric. Does that feel good? She asked. He smiled
at her, yes he said. Wow, she's had a change of heart, she's took pity on
my predicament, she's going to let me cum, thank god.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle," she cooed in a baby voice as she gently tapped
and stroked his dick through her panties. "These panties are such a sexy
pair don't you think? I don't think you penis has ever been so hard, it's
getting all leaky. Do you think you could cum from me just doing this to
you Brian?" she asked.
"Kelly, I'm almost there, I on the edge, please just a little more," Brian
begged.
She tapped his trapped member three more times and with drew her hand.
Brian gasped as his penis struggled to find relief in the silky confines
of Kelly's panties.
"Brian, if I let you cum that wouldn't help you would it? You need to
learn self-control." With that see covered Brian with a blanket and turned
out the light. It was only 8.30 but Kelly had insisted that Brian get an
early night so that her and Carlos could spend some quality time
together. Brian lay in the darkness, his errection unwilling to give him
peace. After a short time he heard them making love in the other room,
Kelly's soft moans tormenting him further into the restless night.
Chapter 2: One Thousand Frustrations
Brian woke that morning to his wife's hand fondling his errection through
the panties he had been wearing all night. "How's my little panty
prisoner doing this morning? I do hope there were no naughty cummies in
the night were there?" Brian had answered no. She then teased him to the
very brink before untying him. But once again she denied him his orgasm.
She explained to him about all her nights of frustration after Brian had
cum after only a few minutes of lovemaking and fell to sleep moments
later, selfishly leaving her unfulfilled.
They had been married for 3 years. That was over a thousand nights of
frustration. Kelly had decided that Brian would need to be taken to the
edge and then denied 1000 times before he would be allowed to cum, partly
as a punishment but she also told him he needed to experience first hand
what he had put her though all those nights.
That morning she had told him it was now only 998 more frustrations until
his parole hearing was due. She had also ruled that every hour, on the
hour he must stop working and masturbate through his panties until he was
on the edge of cumming and then stop. Carlos would supervise Brian all
day to ensure he didn't cum. Kelly warned that if he came she would post
some of last nights pictures on a website and not tell him where.
Cruelly she also invented a song for Brian to sing while performing his
hourly frustration. The words were to the tune of "99 bottles of beer"
and went like this:
998 sissy tents to make
998 sissy tents
Sissy fag gets hard wearing kickers and bras
But can't cum whiles there's 998 sissy tents to make
Brian of course protested. He was mortified by the humiliation especially
since Carlos would be watching. But Kelly had made her mind up. She also
decided that Brian would wear some of her old underwear today. She
dressed him for the day in a pair of her panties, a bra and a pair of her
pantyhose. This was his uniform for decorating the spare room. She warned
him that if he got paint on any of the items or a run in his pantyhose
this would also affect his chances at the parole hearing.
Kelly also instructed Brian to make Carlos lunch and as many drinks as
Carlos required. She told Carlos to consider her husband as his on
personal maid. She viewed it as only fair as Carlos was going to have to
watch her sissy fag husband wanking in panties every hour for the rest of
the day. Finally she gave Carlos the video camera an instructed him to
capture lots of footage of her husband being humiliated so she could
laugh about it when she got home. With that she went to work.
At midday, the video camera was on a tripod videoing Brian as his stood
in the corner of the room wearing his wife bra, panties, and pantyhose
masturbating while singing the song who wife had coined "99 sissy tents
to make" and as this was happening Carlos was telephoning his contact in
the chastity belt business to arrange brains first fitting.
By the time Kelly got back from work, Brian was red faced from decorating
and wanking. She looked at the room he was painting.
"The colour is all wrong," she said. "If this is your new room Brian,
don't you think it should be pink? Tomorrow go to the store and buy pink
paint and start again. I want this room to be decorated in a style a 9
year old girl will like. Buy a single bed too, pink if you can find one,
if not buy a bed and paint it pink. Buy a Barbie doll too, and some cute
soft toys - all in pink if you can. I want pink carpets, lamps, pink
bedding - with a Barbie on the sheets! Won't that be sweet! Brian you'll
look adorable all snuggled up in bed. Now lets inspect you uniform."
She looked over the bra, she found some tiny paint spots, and she made a
note in a pocket book. The pantyhose also had paint on them and a run at
the back. These infractions were also noted in the pocket book.
"Darling," she began, "there have been several infraction tonight and they
have been noted. It looks as though you have ruined my underwear. I feel
as though I may have to email your business partners some choice
pictures. Well I'll have a think about it over dinner. I may reconsider
if you pay for my lingerie to be replaced. Now tell me dear, have you
been doing your sissy frustrations? I'd call it wanking but your pathetic
pee-pee hasn't cum all day so that can't be wanking. Now sing your little
song for me."
Brian began to sing at as he did she noticed that Brian was getting
another little hard-on in the front of his panties. Brian was bright red,
was he getting off on the humiliation? "My plan is working!" she though.
"Oh dear sissy, you are getting a little tent for me right now, how
sweet. But I'm afraid it's only half past the hour. You're not scheduled
for a frustration for another 30 minutes. I'm afraid that all sissy tents
must have prior permission from your darling wife or her stud lover. You
must follow the rules if you are to be released from your panty prison on
grounds of good behaviour. Mommy is very proud that her little sissy
tried so hard to please her and get ahead of the class, but unauthorised
sissy tents must be logged as infractions in mummies little pocket book.
In future ask permission before letting your puny pole stiffen in my
pretty panties you little pervert."
She made more notes in her pocket book. "Now run along" she cooed "you
have one hour to prepare dinner for Carlos and me. We'll have the salmon.
You can have a tin of soup that you may only eat after you have waited on
Carlos and me and been dismissed."
During dinner service there were several more infractions for the pocket
book. Bad deportment, failure to curtsies correctly, general clumsiness
and bad manners were among Brian's most serious crimes.
They decided to have Brian eat his soup from a bowl on the floor. Then
Kelly made him test it was not to hot by dipping his erect penis in to
his soup. This meant Brian had to kneel before his soup wanking, and then
when he was hard he had to lie over the soup bowl and hump it in order to
get his penis in his soup. After he had recovered into the kneeling
position his cock and balls were covered in soup. Kelly thought it would
be fun for Brian to gather the soup from his penis with his hands and eat
it that way. So Brian was forced to eat the whole bowl this way. It took
him nearly 45 minutes to eat his soup, which was cold by the end. The
process took such a long time as he was also required to do a "sissy
frustration" in his panties halfway though. Carlos recorded the whole
thing on the camera and Kelly was surprised to notice that Carlos seemed
to have an errection at the site of Brian's humiliation. Kelly found that
staring at his big cock while her husband humped cold soup was erotic and
she became quite flustered.
After the soup she dressed Brian up in her long overcoat, with only the
panties and pantyhose and bra on underneath and sent Brian to the cash
point to withdraw ?100 to replace the ruined underwear.
On his return he was made to put the offering on a plate and beg at his
wife feet for her to take the money while she sat at the dining table and
gave Carlos a blowjob. Eventually she said she would only except the
offering if he wrote 50 times "my penis is so tiny my wife sent me to
panty prison to serve 1000 frustrations hard wanking with no chance of
cum parole" while he wrote the lines Carlos fucked his wife in the same
room so they could check that he didn't try to cum. Sadly for Brian the
lines were rejected for poor hand writing, and the fee for forgiveness
went up to ?200. He was sent out to get the extra before being put to bed
of the night upon his return. He was so horny and desperate his did not
sleep all night.
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