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"Go ahead. Put them on." Adrienne nodded toward the pair of silver satin
panties she had placed on the bed. Her boyfriend, Peter, looked confused
by this request, and a little nervous as well.
"W-why would I do that?"
"It's OK, Peter. I know.
"My panty drawer has seemed a little, off lately. So I know you like to
play with my panties, or in them. I'm going to find exactly what it is
you like. Now put them on before I get upset."
She moved closer to Peter and brushed her lips against his dry, tightened
mouth until he relaxed slighly. Adrienne was large, lushly shaped, a
pleasant concoction of round, smooth curves. Her sexuality could be both
relaxing and intoxicating. At the moment it was both.
Again she kissed Peter lightly, teasing his mouth with her tongue until
he began to respond. She unbuttoned the top buttons on his shirt then
moved his hand toward the rest. Peter got the idea, and soon he was out
of his clothes and into Adrienne's silver panties, the shiny satin
holding his arousal tight against his belly.
"That's very nice, Peter." Adrienne stood at arm's length from her
boyfriend, then reached out and began playing with his nipples.
"Do you like wearing panties, Peter?" He hesitated for a bit. The answer
was obvious. Adrienne raised her voice just a little. "Do you?"
"Yeah." Peter mumbled a bit.
"Of course you do." Adrienne stroked and tugged at Peter's nipples,
causing him to squirm and moan slightly as his erection pulsed and leaked
into the panties.
"Have you worn my panties, Peter?"
"S-s-sometimes I do, yes."
"And have you masturbated in my panties?"
"No."
She reached down and cupped his crotch, stroking gently through the
satin. "Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Have you ever smelled or sniffed panties I've worn?"
"Yes, a couple of times."
"A couple of times. And did you like it?"
Peter shook his head yes.
"And have you tried my lipstick or makeup?"
"No, I've never done that."
"I see." Adrienne pulled Peter close to her, and kissed him a bit more
fervently as she rubbed her ripe, fully clothed body against her
boyfriend's pantied near-nakedness. He was responding exactly as she
expected - embarrassed, a bit humiliated, acquiescent, submissive,
aroused. All good things.
After they kissed for a bit, Adrienne sat Peter down at the edge of the
bed, away from any mirrors. She produced a small makeup kit.
"Now you hold still for just a minute or two. No talking unless I say so.
Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Good." True to her word, Adrienne went to work quickly, applying just
enough foundation, blush, mascara, eye shadow and lipstick to take the
edge off Peter's masculine features.
"There," Adrienne said, finishing his lipstick. "Now you can look."
She turned him toward a mirror so he could see his now-feminized face
beneath his short male haircut.
"Do you like it?" Before Peter could answer, Adrienne stuck two fingers
into his mouth.
"Suck," she commanded.
"Do you like your makeup?" she asked again.
"Mmm-hmm," Peter moaned his approval.
"Do you like wearing panties and makeup for me?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"Do you like sucking my fingers?"
"Mmm-hmm."
Adrienne pulled her fingers from Peter's mouth and dried them by rubbing
them across his chest.
"This looks a little hairy," she said, drawing her finger across the
light growth on Peter's chest. "Why don't you go in the bathroom and
shave it off for me." Peter looked at her and hesitated for a moment.
"Go now," she said.
And with that he was up and into the bathroom. The break gave Adrienne
time to change into her outfit for the evening: teddy, thigh-high
stockings, mules, a long, sheer robe, and gloves, all in black. A bit
stereotypical, she thought, but comfortable and sure to have the intended
effect.
After she had changed and touched up her makeup, Adrienne headed back
toward the bathroom. She pushed the door open and watched Peter awkwardly
shaving his chest. She made sure he could see her in the mirror. His jaw
quivered just a little bit.
"Do you like what I'm wearing?"
"Yes, very much. It looks good on you."
"Thank you, Peter. Aren't you chatty all of a sudden?"
She grabbed a towel and dried Peter's chest, using rough, vigorous
strokes that left his newly-shorn skin bright red.
Then she stuck her two fingers back in his mouth.
"Nice and smooth. No teeth," she said as she ran them in and out of his
pursed lips.
"Do you want me to finish dressing you?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"C'mon."
She crooked her fingers, still in Peter's mouth, and pulled him back
toward the bedroom. She sat him down in front of the mirror, then grabbed
a container of lotion from the dressing table.
"Here," she said, pumping several shots of lotion into each of his hands.
"Massage this into your chest. It will help with the burn."
Peter did as he was told, and soon his fingers were pulling at his hard
little nipples as the heavily perfumed scent of the lotion filled his
nose.
Meanwhile, Adrienne had retrieved the matching silver bra and several
pairs of pantyhose. She stepped behind where he was seated and took his
hands off his chest.
"My turn," she said, and lifted his arms over his head. She tickled his
armpit. "You'll have to shave here next, won't you, Peter?"
"Yes."
Adrienne then slipped the straps of the bra over Peter's left arm, then
his right, and fastened it behind his back. Then she rolled up the
pantyhose one by one and began to slip them into the cups of the bra
until they were full.
"Do you like having breasts, Peter?"
"Yes."
"Do you wish they were real?"
"I'm, not sure."
"But you like having breasts, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Well, you think about that."
Then Adrienne pulled a black babydoll nightie over Peter's bra and
panties, completing his outfit. She sat on his lap and began to kiss her
compliant lover vigorously.
Peter moaned a bit, relaxing further as he surrendered to this erotic
onslaught. His now-aching erection leaked freely into his smooth, tight
panties. The heavy grinding of their satiny crotches caused their juices
to mingle, leaving a growing stain.
Sensing Peter's excitement, Adrienne slowed up and stepped back. "Not
yet, sweetie," she said, grabbing the base of his crotch and twisting
firmly. "We're just getting started. You want to please me, don't you?"
She twisted him a bit harder.
"Yes."
"Satisfy me?"
"Yes."
"Obey me?" Another, harder twist.
"Yes."
She released his crotch and stroked it gently through the satin. "What a
good little love you're becoming," she told him. "And such a quick
learner." She kissed him on the forehead.
It was almost too easy, she thought, but she had a pretty good idea of
Peter's proclivities. Her rumpled lingerie drawers and his tendencies in
the bedroom had told Adrienne almost everything she needed to know. Now
it was time to put her knowledge to good use.
After a bit more kissing and stroking, Adrienne led Peter to the bed. She
placed him on his back with his head at the foot of the bed. She undid
the sash of her robe, then unsnapped the soaked crotch of her teddy. She
climbed over Peter, facing the headboard, and lowered her warm, wet,
fragrant sex onto Peter's mouth and face, wrapping him in her sensuality.
Adrienne then arranged her robe so that it covered her bottom and Peter's
head, wrapping him in a hazy, filmy cage. She paused there for a moment,
enjoying Peter's breath against her, squeezing his head gently into place
using her full, lush thighs.
"Can you hear me, Peter?" She pressed her weight down on his face.
"Mmm-hmm-mpph."
"My little Peter. Or is it Petra? Or Sweet Pea? I've learned a lot about
you today, haven't I, dear sweet pea?"
"Mmm-hmm-mpph."
Adrienne pressed down on his face again. "Lick darling. You know what to
do. She looked down at the stain spreading across Peter's crotch, then
stroked the outline of his erection.
"Actually, dear pea, I've had my suspicions for quite some time. Any man
who seems to enjoy giving head as much as you do is bound to raise some
suspicions, don't you think?"
"Mmm-hmm-mpph."
"Know what I think? I think you love me sitting on your face while you
eat me, don't you?"
"Mmm-hmm-mpph."
She paused for a moment to savor her small victory here, lifting up and
wiggling her ample bottom so Peter could catch his breath and lick deep
into her folds. Then she pressed into his face just a bit. Time for the
final inventory.
"Do you like to wear panties?"
"Mmm-hmm-mpph."
"Do you like to wear lingerie and makeup and feminine things?"
"Mmm-hmm-mpph."
Adrienne's voice rose slightly in pitch. "Does it make you horny?"
"Mmm-mmm."
"Do you like it when I dress you?"
"Mmm-hmm-mpph."
"And ask you lots of intimate questions? And order you around? And make
you suck?"
Peter's answer became one long moan as he lapped eagerly at his lover's
sex. Adrienne leaned forward a bit and repositioned her bottom so her
pulsing clitoris was riding Peter's waiting mouth.
"You know what that makes you, don't you? Don't you, pea?" Adrienne's
voice indicated her rising excitement. "A submissive sissy slut! Little
sweet pea, my little crossdressing submissive sissy suck slut! Isn't that
right?" Peter's responses became a series of even more incoherent grunts
and moans. "Go on, then. Go on, slut! Lick my pussy! Lick and suck,
slut!" She settled heavily onto his face and rode the deep waves of
pleasure that washed over her, as her lover twisted and moaned helplessly
beneath her, enthralled by his newly clarified role.
****
Once her run of orgasmic pleasure subsided , Adrienne resumed her
questioning. She looked down at Peter's crotch. The front panel of the
silver panties was thoroughly soaked. She lifted herself from Peter's
head so he could breathe and speak a bit more freely.
"How sweet. Did you cum while you were licking me, sweet pea?"
"I'm n-not sure. I think so."
Adrienne reached her gloved fingers beneath the waistband of the panties,
swirled them around, then removed them, reached behind her, and stuck
them into Peter's mouth.
"Are you sure now, honey?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"Do you like that?" No response. Adrienne pumped his mouth a few times,
then removed her fingers. "That's OK. You'll learn to love it."
There was one more thing left for this evening.
"Sweet pea, do you know what sluts like? What they love?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know? Why not? You're a slut. I just told you that you are a
slut and you agreed with me. Didn't you?" She pressed into him.
"Mmm-hmm."
"So you must know what sluts like to do then, shouldn't you?" She let up
a bit.
"Yes, I should."
"Let me remind you. Sluts love to suck." Adrienne ground her pussy into
Peter's face for emphasis. "And fuck. Don't they?"
"Yes, they do."
"Do what, sweet pea?"
"Sluts love to suck and fuck," Peter answered in a defeated yet excited
tone.
"That's good.
"Now you, sweetie, you're more of a licker. You're a very good licker."
"Thank you."
"But you're not much of a fucker. So it's probably time we get you
started on some sucking and fucking. I'm sure you agree."
Adrienne got up from the bed. She went over to the closet and opened a
box from the back. "You were so focused on my panty drawer that you never
got back here, Peter. This is my toy box. You're going to love it." She
turned away from him and retrieved a few items. When Adrienne returned to
the side of the bed, she was wearing a leather harness that strapped
around her legs and waist and covered her crotch. In her hand she held a
smallish, thin dildo.
"This is about the same size as you, isn't it?" She held the dildo next
to Peter's returned erection. "A little fucker, just like yours, sweet
pea." She inserted the dildo into the harness and snapped it into place.
"Time to suck, slut. Here, put this on." Adrienne produced a condom and
unwrapped it. Peter reached for it. "No, no hands, silly," she said,
stuffing it into his mouth.
Adrienne held Peter's head in place as he attempted to fit the condom
over the dildo. After a few tentative, awkward attempts, Peter smoothed
the condom into place with his lips and tongue.
Still holding his head, Adrienne fucked Peter's face with an easy, gentle
rhythm, enjoying the mild sensations when she buried the phallus in her
lover's face. "That's good, sweetie. Get it nice and wet.
"It's true. You love to suck, don't you slut?"
Peter moaned his acquiescence through a throat full of fake cock.
"Now let's see if you love to fuck as much as you love to suck."
Adrienne pushed Peter back onto the bed. She reached over into the
nightstand and grabbed a tube of lubricant, with which she coated three
of her gloved fingers. Pulling the panties to the side, she began to ease
her fingers one at a time into Peter's tight opening.
"Ever been fingered, Peter?"
"No."
"But you've done it to yourself, haven't you?"
"Yes."
"And you like it, right?"
"Yes."
"You need it, right?"
"Yes."
"Need what, sweetie?"
"I need to be fingered."
"And what else?"
"I need to be...fucked."
"What do you say?"
"Please?"
"Please what?"
"Please. Fuck me."
Peter was ready. Adrienne added more lube to her strap-on sex, lifted
Peter's legs up in the air, and guided the tip of her cock into his
loosened opening. Gently she pushed, working through his light whimpering
moans of pain until she was fully inside him. Then she rode him as the
moans of pain became groans of pleasure. Adrienne kept him on the edge,
balancing on the need to be gentle with his virgin hole and the need to
be taken by his newly-dominant lover.
She kept riding him this way until she was satisfied and ready to finish
him. Burying her cock deep in his ass, Adrienne leaned down into Peter's
ear. "It's good to be a fucking slut, isn't it?" she hissed.
"Yes, fuck me. Fuck me, please!" he whispered fervently.
Adrienne began pounding Peter's ass, quickly bringing him to the brink
and beyond as another boiling orgasm seared his loins, soaked the panties
and seized his mind...
****
Her questioning over for the night, Adrienne slipped into a more
comfortable nightshirt before returning to bed. She let Peter clean up a
bit, but him to bed in the panties, bra and babydoll.
As they settled in, Adrienne handed Peter the bottle of lotion. "Why
don't you go rub my feet, sweet pea?"
Of course Peter did as he was told, and was soon ensconsed in the covers
at the foot of the bed obeying the order of his lover.
Adrienne enjoyed the sensations for a while. Then she looked over at her
robe, draped across the back of a chair. She pulled the black satin sash
from the robe. She wound it around Peter's ankles. Engaged in his massage
duties, Peter did not even respond to his capture.
Once she had wound the sash around his legs several times, Adrienne tied
it a knot, leaving a long length which she held in her fist. She leaned
back, content. All her questions had been answered.
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