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Jenny was at the seminar and as soon as she saw me she made her way
towards me, a smile on her face. We greeted each other and she hugged me.
I stiffened as she held her hands on my back. I thought that her hands
paused slightly on the bra strap but she continued as if nothing had
happened and I relaxed. We went our own ways, crossing paths occasionally
throughout the day. At lunch time she found me and we had lunch together.
I was uncomfortable being with her and yet also strangely excited. I did
start thinking of ways that I could trick Bev into thinking I had worn
the bra and knickers the whole night so that I could go see Jenny but in
the end I decided it wasn't worth it.
That night I made excuses not to see Jenny and returned to my room. I
sent photos as requested by Bev, in fact I took photos not only showing
the bra but also the panties I wore as well.
More speaches and workshops the next day. Jenny found me and we had lunch
together. At one point she asked me for the number of a mutual work
aquaintance and I dug my mobile out my briefcase and got the number for
her. A while later I went to the loo leaving my phone on the table.
That evening as I returned to my room there was a message at reception.
They handed me a brown envelope with my name on it. I opened it and
pulled out a photo of me in the bra and panties. It was one of the photos
I had taken on my phone. There was a handwritten note "Interesting look,
we must talk. Meet me at the hotel bar at 18:00."
Damn, Jenny must have looked at my phone while I went to the toilet!
At six I went to the hotel bar. Jenny was waiting for me. I ordered a
beer.
"So, explain the bra and panties," she said.
I did. I explained about Bev finding out about us and her insecurity
about me going to conventions and cheating on her with other women. She
asked a few questions which I answered. At one stage she reached across
and pulled one of the bra straps before letting it snap back, she laughed
as I blushed. Then she made me reach into my jeans and pull up the
waistband of the panties for her to see.
"I've got a really good idea. I know how you can show your wife she can
trust you. Come on, we're going shopping. And you have no choice, in case
you're thinking of turning down my generous offer. If you don't do as I
say then I'll just send those photos, and I do have all the pics from
your phone, to people we know and also to your company. You'll be the
laughing stock of the workplace."
Realising I had no choice I followed her out the hotel and to a nearby
shopping mall. She led me to a JC Pennies. Just outside the front door
she stopped and gave me my instructions.
"Go in there and buy yourself the most feminine bra you can find. You
will ask an assistant for help. Tell her that you are buying it as a gift
for your wife. When she asks what size she is say that you don't know but
that she's about your size. When she asks abut the cup size just tell her
the smallest size they have will do. If she asks if you want matching
panties tell her no thanks. Once you've chosen the bra, ask her about
nighties. Tell her you want something really sexy and feminine. Again if
she asks you about the size tell her you don't know but that if it fits
you it will fit her. I will be watching and listening. If you don't do as
I say then I promise you that you will be the laughing stock of your
company before the seminar is over. Do you understand?"
"Jenny, do we have to do this, please?"
"Oh stop being silly. Think of it as a little sex game. And anyway, you
seem to forget that I'm going to help your marriage. Now get going before
I get cross."
I walked into the store and looked for the underwear section. Once I'd
found it I nervously started looking around. A sales assistant
approached.
"Hello sir, can I help you?"
"I ... um ... I ... I'm looking for a bra for my wife," I stammered and
stuttered, my face going red with embarrassment.
"Oh that's fine sir, we have lots of men buying gifts for their partners.
Did you have anything specific in mind?"
"Umm, I thought ... um, I mean, I was hoping to get something really
pretty and very ummmm feminine?" I said weekly.
She smiled and told me to follow her.
"We have these." she said stopping at a rack of bras made out of some
shiny white material with little flowers printed on it. "Or, we also have
these," she said taking a few steps to another rack where there were
loads of pale pink bras, also made from some shiny material, but with
pink lace straps and a flower made from bunched up material in the centre
where the two cups met.
I chose the pale pink ones and it was then that she asked the question I
had been dreading.
"What size does your wife wear?"
"Ummm ... umm ... I actualy don't know. She's about my size if that
helps." I felt my face go red as I spoke those words. She gave me a small
smile.
"I'm not sure, I'd guess you're probably a 36 or 38. Let's go for a 38.
What cup size does she take? Do you know?"
"Ummmmm ..." I blushed furiously, "I don't know, but she'll probably be
the smallest size available?"
She smiled and started rifling through the rack of bras. Finally she
pulled a bra on a hanger and held it up to me. "How about this one? Do
you like it?" she asked.
"That's fine, thank you," I replied reaching for the bra.
She held on to it and asked, "Is there anything else I can help you
with?"
As she spoke Jenny brushed past us, pretending to look at the bras and
knickers around us.
"Ummm, ... well ... actually, yes could I get a ... er, I'd like to also
buy her a pretty nighty?" I was actually sweating a little as I spoke.
"Of course sir. Something nice and feminine again?"
I nodded yes and she led me to another section of the store.
"I'm guessing that you don't know her size? Is that right?"
"That's right, mmm, could ..."
"Let's get something that will fit you then, that'll probably fit her as
well is that right?" she asked with a playful smile on her face.
I realised then that she fully suspected that I was buying for myself,
and she was enjoying herself as she embarrassed me. However, she was also
being very subtle so that there was nothing I could report her to a
manager for that could not be explained as a genuine question.
I blushed furiously. "Yes, if it will fit me it will fit her."
We chose a very frilly pink nightie that would probably only just cover
my ass. I paid for all the items and as I left she winked at me and told
me to enjoy myself.
Jenny mocked me as we walked back to the hotel. Saying how I had been a
natural buying female frillies and that I must have been doing it for
years. I tried reasoning with her, asking her to leave me alone, that I
didn't want to ruin my marriage. She laughed at me and explained that all
she wanted was a little fun with her very own sex toy, that she had no
desire to break up any marriages. She explained to me how so many men put
themselves first that she had always wanted a submissive male to play
with, that she could put her desires first and damn the man. I felt a bit
better as she spoke because she did seem very sincere about not wanting
to destroy me.
Back at the hotel we went up to my room where Jenny told me to take a
photo of myself in my current underwear and send it to Bev. I did and
then Jenny made me put on the items I had bought. She told me to text Bev
to tell her that I had a surprise for her and that I would be skyping her
in a while.
"Right. seeing as how I'm helping your marriage get stronger, I think
it's time that you did me a favour. Obviously you need to remain faithful
to your wife so you can't fuck me, but hey, I can fuck you. Lay back
slut."
I lay on the bed dressed in the floral panties I had been wearing that
day,and my new bra and nighty. Jenny took some photos of me laying there
and then made me pose for some photos, I posed masturbating, with a hand
deep down in my panties, legs wide apart and the bump of my hand quite
clearly close to my asshole.
"Good. Now that I have even more proof of the sissy that you are, it's
time for you to show your appreciation for the help I'm giving you.
Remember all those porn movies you jacked off to as a young man, well,
you need to act like one of those women now. If you don't I will spread
these pics."
As she spoke she removed her shoes, jeans and knickers. She held her
panties out on the tip of her finger.
"I imagine you want to smell my scents?" she asked with a mocking smile.
The way she looked at me as she spoke told me that the answer to that
question was yes, so I replied as such. She laughed.
"Oh, okay then." She dropped the panties on the floor and picked up one
of her shoes which she handed to me. "Make sure you sniff deeply, and it
would be appreciated if you cleaned it as you did."
Feeling like a total fool I raised her shoe to my face and sniffed at it
as I tentatively licked the warm leather. The smell was typical of a
recently worn leatrher shoe. Warm, slightly damp and with the smell of
dirtry feet. As we had been walking on tar and indoors most of the day
the shoes were not very dirty and while licking it wasn't something I'd
brag about, it wasn't too bad either.
As I licked at her shoe she was stepping into a strap on. She pulled the
straps up her legs and tightened the buckles at her waist and around the
legs. She stroked it a few times. "Ooohhhh, yes. That feels good. And
soon you, my little girlfriend, will help me cum."
She opened a jar of vaseline and dipped two fingers into it to scoop out
a generous amount. She smacked my legs to either side so that they were
widely spread before pulling the crotch of my panties to one side and
putting the dollop of vaseline between my ass cheeks. She rubbed most of
the excess vaseline from her fingers onto the dildo that poked obscenely
from her pussy. The rest she wiped on my panties.
"Okay slut, get into your role. You're my very own porn star with a
fetish for shoes."
As she spoke she knelt between my legs, and made me raise my ass so that
she could put a pillow under it. She lined the dildo up against my
asshole and started applying pressure.
"Ohhhh, yesssss, fuck me, please fuck me," I mumbled.
"Speak up slut, I can't hear you."
"Please put your dick in my ass, please, it feels soooo good to be fucked
by you up the ass." In fact it felt anything but good. As the dildo was
pushed into me I felt like I badly needed to shit and it also felt like
my ass was tearing in a hundred little, painful, tears. Jenny proceeded
to fuck me with no regard for my comfort. She'd slap my ass, reach round
and squeeze or pinch my nipples and she'd reach round and stroke my dick.
It embarrassed me that I had an erection as she fucked me and my
embarrassment was made worse when she taunted me about it.
In between giving her verbal encouragement I sniffed, licked and sucked
on her shoe. I have no idea how long she fucked me for. She came at least
twice before she finally climbed off of me. Before she left my room she
told me to skype my wife and explain how I had bought a nightie and new
bra to try prove to her that I had no desires to go out or to bring
another woman to my room. I was to phone her room when I'd finished.
I obeyed her and skyped my wife, making sure to record the webcam data
for Jenny to review later. Of course before I had a chance to say
anything to Bev she saw me dressed in the nightie on her screen and
started asking me questions. Initially she was shocked and, I felt,
worried, but when I finally managed to explain she softened a bit and
told me that it was unneccessary but thoughtful. We chatted for a while,
me feeling uncomfortable every time I saw myself in the little square
that showed what my camera was transmitting to her. I looked ridiculous
with my hairy chest and arms but dressed in a frilly, pink nightie.
After signing off and telling her that I was going to bed I phoned Jennys
room. There was a knock at my door a few minutes later.
"Where were we?" she asked as she entered my room with an evil grin on
her face. She watched the recording of my conversation with Bev and
declared herself happy. The next few hours were spent with me getting
aquainted with her dildo. I was taken doggy style on the floor, my head
level with the edge of the bed on which were placed a pair of her shoes
which I had to worship as she took me from behind. I was made to lay on
my back on the bed, spread my legs wide and hold my ankles as she fucked
me, making me look into her eyes as she mocked and taunted me. She
spooned me and stuck the dildo up my arse. Finally she decided she'd had
enough and left me alone, taking my room keycard with her. I had a long,
hot bath trying to forget about what I'd just been through.
The following morning I was woken up by Jenny who, after making me suck
her dildo, make me get into doggy position and pant and bark as she
fucked me. When she'd cum she took the harness off and showed me how the
dildo could be removed from the straps. The dildo was fairly large and
had an unrealistically, I think, large set of balls moulded at its base.
I was made to put the dildo back into my arse following which Jenny gave
me a pair of foundation pants (you know the sort, thick, almost canvas
like material, very unflattering, but they hold all that loose flesh
tightly together) which I put on. I think they were a size or two too
small because they were extremely difficult to put on, and when they were
on they were very uncomfortable with the way that they squashed
everything.
The worst thing about them though was the way they pushed the dildo fully
into my arse. It was like they were trying to force the balls into my
arse. I put my trousers on and took the first of the days photos of me in
my bra to send to Bev.
Jenny made me go to breakfast with her. She laughed as I struggled to
walk normally. The dildo made itself felt with every step as it moved
around and sitting was pure pain as my bodies weight pushed down onto the
balls. Jenny accompanied me to the first of that days sessions.
As it was the last day of the convention there were only sessions in the
morning. I managed to sit through the sessions but didn't really take in
much as my world was centered on the pain and discomfort caused by the
knickers and the dildo. After the last session, Jenny took me back to her
room where she allowed me to remove the dildo fronm my arse. Then she
attached another to the harness that she had stepped into.
"This one's ribbed, better for a girls pleasure." She laughed as she made
me lay on the bed, legs wide apart, thrusting my arse up to her.
I looked at the dildo and was very afraid, it was ribbed, but it was also
wider than the one I'd just been wearing. She put a finger full of
vaseline against my gaping asshole and then, without any foreplay or
mercy, started pushing the new dildo into me. I asked her not to but she
just laughed. She made me play with my nipples as she fucked me. The
dildo sawed into and out of my arse, causing pain with each movement. She
made me maintain eye contact as I followed her instructions and told her
how I liked playing with my titties and please could I play with my
clitty?
When she'd cum she made me go clean both dildos. When I returned with
them, saying they were clean, she made me suck on each for a minute to
prove it to her. Finally she let me go and I waddled back to my room, my
arse feeling like it had been torn apart.
I got back home and Bev met me at front door. I was wearing the bra under
my t-shirt and as she hugged me she ran her hands along the straps.
"Thank you my love. What you did has gone a long way to prove to me that
what you did was a silly mistake."
I felt a little guilty as she spoke as I remembered everything that Jenny
had done to me.
"In fact my love, I started feeling bad making you wear frilly womens
clothing during the day because it means that yuou've had to stop going
to gym. So now, I don't want to force yoyu to wear panties anymore. I
have had that chastity device that I ordered a while back. I wasn't sure
we should use it because I have read that it can hurt a man if he has to
wear it continuously and I didn't want to fo that to you. So now all I
ask is that I lock you into it in the morning and you can take it off
before you go to bed. Because you bought such a lovely nightie I would
like it if you carried on wearing that as a reminder to me of how much
you love me. But at least yoiu should be able to go to gym and play sport
again because the chastity device won't be visible in your underpants. Is
that okay my love?"
I hugged her tightly. "Of course it is Bev. Thank you."
She laughed. "Well I guess tomorrow we better go shopping for some
underpants then."
That night she told me to go put on the bra and nightie that I had bought
and then come down to the lounge. I did as instructed and found her
sitting naked on the couch. She shuffled her ass forward until it rested
on the front edge of the sofa.
"I must admit that you do look a little ridiculous, but the fact that you
bought those to try prove your faithfulness to me really has touched me.
Come sit between my legs love" she said softly.
I sat between her legs, her naked pussy inches from my face.
She reached for the tv remote and flipped to a movie. "Lick me lover."
she said as her hand stroked the top of my head.
I leant in and started licking her pussy. I licked gently, at times
resting my forehead against her lower stomach, the bridge of my nose
resting against the top of her pussy, breathing in all her wonderful
smells. I didsn't really lick her so mush as just gently ran my togue
against her pussy. Gently prising the folds of her pussy apart with my
tongue, exploring every valley that was revealed as I probed. I closed my
eyes as I did so. She idly rubbed her hand through my hair, stroking the
top of my head. The only sounds in the room were our breathing and the
soundtrack from the movie. I was so relaxed.
"That's really really nice," she murmured.
We stayed like that for the duration of the movie. When it had finished
she pulled me up and kissed me. Our mouths opened and her tongue ran
itself around my lips before probing inside my mouth. I accepted that she
was adopting the dominant role in the kiss but in many ways I felt that
she deserved to after all I had done to her.
We went up to the bedroom where she sat on my face and I licked her to
orgasm. Then she did something that she hadn't done in ages. She rolled
off of me and told me to fuck her like a man. I climbed on top of her and
eased my erection into her waiting pussy.
"Mmmmm, that is sooo good. Your weight on me, the feeling of your dick
pressing into my pussy, fuck me." She scratched at my back as she spoke.
Her hands moved down my back and she took a firm hold of my buttocks and
pulled me into her. We had wild, sweaty, almost animal like, sex. When
I'd cum I stayed on top of her as she gently stroked my back. I started
relaxing, falling alseep, getting heavier on her.
"No, don't fall aslep, you still need to clean me out. You know I like it
that you prove your faithfulness to me that way."
Slowly I rolled onto the bed and lay on my back.
"No, let's get into the 69 position, then you put your mouth against my
pussy and then I'll roll over. I really don't want to waste any of your
precious seed."
And so for the next 5 revolting minutes we lay in the 69 position, me
laying flat on my back, my mouth sucking on her pussy as I cleaned all
the combined juices of our sex session from her. Even though she had had
me doing this for the past month or so it was still something I hated.
The following day was a Sunday and Bev introuduced me to my chastity
device. It was a series of plastic tubes that formed a small us bend. We
put it on and she locked it in place before allowing me to put on a pair
of panties and my jeans. The device was not large but it still felt a
little strange. I usually tuck myself to my right but now I was hanging
in a curve straight down. As I walked the jeans moved it slightly and
after a while I started getting an erection but within the confines of
the device thare was no space, which proved to be quite painful until the
rising erection had faded.
We bought me some underpants and had a really good day out. That night
she removed the device and I put on the nighty and a pair of panties.
The next week continued along those lines. I was locked into my device in
the morning and released from it at night when I would dress in my
nightie and some panties. A few times Bev made me strip naked when I got
home because she liked looking at me restrained as I was.
I played squash for the first time in two months. My squash buddy Greg
reckoned it was good to have me playing again. I took my clothes into the
shower cubicle with me and was able to shower and dress without being
seen by anyone.
Things were going well between Bev and I and I felt that we were almost
back to normal. Bev seemed a lot more at ease and things around the house
were definitely a lot more relaxd. The only thing that I detected that
had changed was that the power had shifted slightly. Sex was now on Bevs
terms and she had definitely adopted the more assertive role in that. It
was her that put her tongue in my mouth when we french kissed, she was
usually on top, and I was always expected to clean her out after sex.
Funnily enough, with the exception of the cleaning up after, the changes
in our sex life actually seemed to improve our sex life.
About five weeks after I returned from the convention where Jenny had
made me buy the nightie I got a text message from Bev that she would not
be back that night because a meeting with an important new client had run
late, then they'd gone for a meal to celebrate the deal they'd just
signed, and she had had a bit too much to drink, so her and Jane, her
assistant, were checking into a hotel for the night.
*****
Bevs story.
Our company had been approached by a company that wanted to make use of
our document storage and retrieval services. The MD of that company, a
Jenny Baker, had specifically asked that I be the customer representative
that they deal with as she had heard good words about my work from
others. Naturally I was flattered and I prepared the pitch to try seal
the deal.
We had a meeting scheduled at their headquarters, about 10 miles from
where I worked. I arrived for the meeting, presented my pitch and was
surprised when the MD immediately agreed to use our services. Usually
clients take a week or two before committing. Naturally I was overjoyed,
this was a large contract and would reflect favourably on me. Jenny, as
she insisted I call her, told me that she would sign the papers when they
were sent round to her and she insisted we have a celebratory drink of
champagne.
I awoke with a dull, throbbing headache. I was confused. I didn't
recognise my surroundings and had no recollection of how I had got here.
I looked around, I was in what looked like a hotel room. As I sat up in
bed the door opened and Jenny walked in.
"Have a good nighst sleep?" she asked.
"How ... what ... why ..., what happened? Why am I here?"
"Wow, our contract must mean a lot to you. I've never seen anyone drink
so much," Jenny replied.
I had no recollection of drinking and anyway, I don't drink a lot, so her
answer was confusing to me.
"I don't ..." But I never got to finish the sentence because Jenny
interrupted. As she tossed a brown envelope onto the bed next to me she
spoke, "Oh, who am I fooling. I saw you once at a meeting and I really
liked you. I like to have women serving me. You seemed so powerful, so
self assured that I just had to have you. Now, no shhhhh my little one."
she put her finger on my lips to stop my protests which I'd just opened
my mouth to start uttering.
"Let me finish. As I was saying, naturally you wouldn't want to serve me.
Someone as independant as you would never dream of serving anyone. And
that's why I have tose pictures. Take a look at them."
I opened the envelope and was horrified to find my self looking at photos
of me dressed in what could at best be described as tarty outfits. Worse
still was that the pictures showed me laying on a table with four naked
males around me, erections clearly on display. My hands were on two of
theose erections, one was entering between my legs and the other was
haovering over my open mouth. My head was raised as if trying to get at
the erection. There were three photos taken from various angles of that
scene. All of them showed my face, my eyes were open and I appeared to be
a willing participant.
The next two photos showed me apparently pulling a teary eyed young
female towards my pussy.
Jenny spoke, "That girl has signed a complaint that you forced her to
have sex with her. She is claiming to be underage. She isn't, but by the
time that is discovered your reputation will be unravelling. And then
once it is known that she was lying about her age people will ask
questions about why she did it. Then she'll reveal that she was engaged
to one of the men in those other pics but she caught the lot of you
having an orgy. Your reputation will be ruined, your husband will
probably leave you, and you'll have nothing. So, here's the deal. I
really don't want to expose you, all I want is a little fun. So, if you
agree that one night a month, for let's say a year, you come round to my
house and serve me, then those photos will never be made public. Think of
it, just one night a month and you save your reputation and you get the
glory for signing that deal with my company. Before you say anything let
me suggest you think very, very carefully about your next move. If you
get on your knees in front of me I will take that as acceptance of my
deal. If you do anything else, and that includes saying anything, then I
will take it as a refusal of my deal, I will contact your manager and
will express my disgust at the way you behaved in our meeting, and I will
make sure those photos are leaked. Over to you," she said as she stepped
back, watching me with an interested look.
As she'd spoken I realised that I was well and truly trapped. As she
said, it didn't matter what happened, once those pictures were out there
my reputation was destroyed. With tears streaming down my face and a
feelinmg of rising nausea I sank to my knees in front of her.
"Wise choice my pet. Let me just say that we drugged you, you were not
raped, all the pictures are posed to look worse than they are. The worst
was that you were seen naked by about eight people but you can trust
them, they've worked for me for years and have always been very discrete.
Now, some rules. I want silence from you. The only words you are allowed
to speak to me are "yes, gladly Mistress" or "you are my superior,
Mistress" or, finally, "i exist for your amusement mistress'. Do you
understand?"
"Yes, gladly Mistress," I replied. Mistress laughed, a truly amused and
happy laugh.
"Very good my pet, very, very good. You'll be okay." She ruffled my hair
as she pulled my face into the crotch of her jeans. It was too much for
me, I broke down and cried, huge sobs of helplessness and frustration,
and all the time she kept my head pressed against her crotch.
I plan to continue this story. Feel free to let me know what you think,
and any ideas you'd like incorporated. My email is
[email protected]
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