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This story is entirely fictional. However, it contains elements of coercion and deceipt, and has a slightly sinister side to it. Please do not read if this may offend you. -------------------------------------------- "I still love her, you understand," David said earnestly. "And I'm sure she loves me. But physically, our relationship is non existent. For the first few years of our marriage the sex was great, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. But since the kids came along... it's all changed." "David... are you sure you want to be telling me this?" Jason replied, rather embarrassed. "Sure, why not? I trust you." It wasn't exactly a typical conversation a manager would have with an employee in the pub after work. In fact Jason felt distinctly uncomfortable, but he couldn't get away. David had him in a corner, and wouldn't stop talking. Jason was new at the company, not long out of university, and didn't want to offend his new boss. "I couldn't have an affair with another woman," David continued. "It wouldn't feel right. I wouldn't betray her like that, and I can't risk losing her. What would you do in my situation?" he asked the young man. "I... I don't know," replied Jason. "I've never been in that situation." "Oh yes, of course you haven't. You're only fifteen!" "Well... twenty three actually," Jason replied, feeling slightly offended. "I know, just kidding. But I remember what it's like at your age. You think you're grown up and you know all about life. But you're just getting started." "OK. Well I think I should be going now," said Jason, finally attempting a getaway. "I have to be somewhere." He cringed at his own lame excuse. "Oh sure, I'll be going myself in a couple of minutes. My wife is picking me up, actually. Why don't you stick around so I can introduce you?" "OK, two minutes can't do any harm." After chatting a while longer, Jason noticed a woman across the bar, walking towards them. She looked as though she was in her early forties, with dark hair in a bob hairstyle which came down to her jaw line. She was tall - not as tall as David, but quite possibly as tall as him. And by the time she reached the two men, Jason had decided that she was, in fact, really quite beautiful. "Who's your friend, David," she said with what sounded almost like mock excitement. "Liz, meet Jason. Our new recruit. Jason, this is my wife, Liz." "Pleased to meet you," she said, holding her hand out to Jason. He took it and shook it gently. "How are you settling in?" "Oh, fine, thanks. Still learning the ropes. But enjoying it." "Oh good! Where are you from?" she asked. "Your accent... you're not from round here, are you?" "No, I'm from the South West. I've only been in London for a few weeks." "Oh well, welcome to London, then! If you like, me and David are having a big lunch at our place this Sunday. You'd be welcome to come along!" "Yes," agreed David, "you should come! The more the merrier." "Do you have a girlfriend to being along too?" asked Liz. "Oh, no," laughed Jason quietly. "It's just me I'm afraid." "Well, you shouldn't be tied down at your age," David reassured him. "Stop being a chauvinist, David," his wife teased. "You're just glad because it will be one less plate to wash up." And with that, they said their goodbyes and left. Jason thought they seemed close, and found it hard to believe that their marriage wasn't healthy. But in the space of two minutes, he had already developed quite a crush on Liz. He had always liked older women, but he found Liz particularly attractive. He wondered how a man like David - who didn't seem particularly handsome - had ever managed to attract a woman like her in the first place. Jason spent much of the rest of the week fantasizing over Liz. He couldn't wait to see her on Sunday. He knew, of course, that he didn't have a chance with her, but nevertheless, he went and got a hair cut, and bought a new shirt. It couldn't do any harm, he told himself. On the day itself, he got up in the morning and took a long bath. He didn't know whether to shave, or to leave a bit of "weekend stubble." Maybe stubble would make him look older. But he decided that a clean shaven face was a safer bet. David and Liz's place was a large house in the suburbs to the North of the city. David had arrived armed with a bunch of flowers and a bottle of red wine. The flowers were an impulse purchase, and he was now worried that they might be misconstrued. He considered throwing them away at the last minute, but before he knew it, he was walking up their driveway and towards the front door. He rang the bell. Footsteps approached. The door opened. It was Liz. "Hi Jason," she said with a large grin. She leant forward and gave him a little hug, and a kiss on each cheek. Jason enjoyed that very much, and noticed that Liz smelled gorgeous. He wanted to compliment her, but didn't dare. "Come on in! Really glad you made it." "These are for you," Jason said, holding out the flowers and the bottle of wine. "Wow, they're lovely. Thanks so much, sweetheart. I tell you, David NEVER buys me flowers. I shall put them in water straight away." Jason's mind was working overtime. The hug that went on just a little longer than expected. Then she called him sweetheart. Then she had compared him with her husband. But no... he told himself that he was being stupid. A married woman, his boss's wife no less! He had to get a grip. The lunch itself was mainly uneventful. There was an assortment of people there - Liz's brother (who Jason found quite weird), their neighbours (dull), and one of David's friends from the office (Jason didn't recognise him though). The neighbours' au pair popped in briefly towards the end, and she was quite cute. But Jason was only interested in getting to know one person at the table. Every now and then he found himself staring at Liz, and to his embarrassment, she noticed him doing it at least twice. But she didn't look away, she had simply looked back at him and smiled. Jason found out that Liz and David had a son who was thirteen years old, but he spent most of his time away at boarding school. Although he was able to come home at weekends, he usually preferred to stay there with his friends. Jason realized that he was much closer to their son's age than he was to Liz's. But as much as he reminded himself how ridiculous his crush on Liz was, he couldn't stop looking at her, and wondering whether she could feel ever the same way. And when their eyes occasionally met over the table, his imagination would go into overdrive. David received a phone call towards the end of the lunch. He excused himself, but returned to the dining room moments later. "Damn it," said David angrily. "My mother wants me to come over. Something about a leaking pipe." "But you're no good with things like that, darling!" "Try telling her that," he sighed. "Listen, I'm sorry. I need to go over there, but I won't be gone long." "OK darling. That's fine. I think we're nearly finished here anyway. I can clear up on my own." "I can help," interjected Jason. Not that he usually enjoyed cleaning up, but the prospect of a few extra minutes with Liz seemed rather appealing. And so David left the house, and the last of the guests shuffled away, leaving Liz and Jason alone in the house. Jason nervously picked up the plates and cutlery, taking them through to the kitchen. His head told him that Liz was just being friendly to him, and nothing more than that. But what if... just what if those glances and smiles meant more? He started to read meaning into every action and every movement as they were cleaning up. Every time she leaned over him, every time she squeezed past him, or gently put her hand on his shoulder. Every little piece of small talk seemed to resonate, and take on an exaggerated significance. He knew that he was young and naive, and inexperienced in reading female body language. But nevertheless, he couldn't stop his hopes building up. They finished clearing up, and Jason was about to leave, when Liz stopped him. "Could you come upstairs, I need a hand moving something before you go." "Yes of course Liz, no problem." Jason was just happy at the prospect of spending a few more minutes with her, and he followed her excitedly upstairs, into what he realized was the master bedroom. "Oh, thanks so much, sweetheart. If you could just move this armchair for me, into that corner over there? It would be such a help." Jason walked over to the chair, wondering why she hadn't just moved the chair by herself - it certainly didn't look all that heavy. Then he took a sharp intake of breath as he noticed that Liz had left some of her underwear on the chair! He hesitated briefly, but was embarrassed to mention it, so decided it would be best to ignore it, and he duly pushed the chair to the other side of the room, and shuffled it into place. But he couldn't help but stare at the underwear... the bra and panties in silky black fabric, trimmed with lace. He imagined that Liz looked amazing in them. "Oh, I'm sorry about that," Liz laughed. "I'm always leaving things lying around!" "That's OK," replied Jason, trying - but failing desperately - to appear cool. "No need to be embarrassed. I really don't mind you looking at them. Do you like them?" she asked with a sly grin. "Er... no comment," Jason spluttered awkwardly. Surely it wasn't just in his head this time. This was the most outrageously flirtatious thing a woman had ever said to him. And he was terrified. She moved closer to him, the subtle fragrance of her perfume wafted into his nose, and he was sure he'd never smelled anything so wonderful before. "Oh, don't be shy. It's no problem. Actually, they're among my favourites." "I can see why." "So you DO like them then! I'd actually really love it if you could try them on." "Excuse me?" "Go on! David will be out for hours. Just for me? I bet no woman has ever asked you to wear her underwear before. You might like it." So this was why their sex life was failing, Jason thought to himself. This woman was into some really weird stuff! But he had become so enamored with her, and found her so incredibly attractive, the truth is that he would have done almost anything she asked of him. He could hardly believe this was happening - despite his hopes and fantasies, he never genuinely believed he had a chance with Liz. But here he was, this was really happening, and he was not going to let anything get in his way. Jason picked up the panties and looked at them for a few seconds. "Well, you'll need to get undressed first, sweetheart." Jason nervously took off his shirt, his shoes, his trousers, and finally his own underwear. He slowly stepped into the knickers, one leg at a time, and pulled them up. He let out a nervous giggle. Liz picked up the bra and helped him put it around his shoulders, and then fastened it behind his back for him. She circled him a couple of times and nodded with approval. "You have a fantastic body, sweetheart. So lovely and slim. And those legs! Hmm... I know what you need," she added, moving towards a chest of drawers. She opened a draw and took out a pair of stockings. "You need to bunch these up like this," she said, rolling one of the stockings up, before handing it to Jason. "And put your foot all the way in, then gently pull them up your legs. That way they won't snag on your toenails. They're hold-up stockings, so should stay put." Jason rolled the stockings onto his legs, and Liz whistled softly at him. "How do you feel, Jason?" "Self conscious" "You shouldn't" "It's certainly different" "I think you look really good. How about a little makeup? What do you think?" "No no, I think this is quite enough!" Jason protested. "Oh go on," she insisted, stroking a finger along his shoulder, lingering briefly to toy with one of the bra straps. "Aren't you curious to see what you'd look like? I bet you'd look gorgeous, sweetheart." All Jason wanted to do was kiss her. But he sat down on the edge of the bed, while Liz quickly applied some foundation on his face with a small sponge, followed by red lipstick. Again, Jason couldn't help but notice how good she smelled as she leaned in towards him. "I love your perfume, Liz," he said. "Well, thank you! Yes, it's my favourite. In fact it's the only kind I wear. Now, let's take a look at you. Oh yes, I like that," she cooed. "I like that very much. Just one last thing for me. I promise just one more thing. Go to my wardrobe and pick a dress. I think you should fit into most of them. Just pick one you like." "I'm sure they all look fantastic, Liz. On you." "And on you too, sweetheart. What colour do you like? Black? Blue? Red? Go ahead, go and pick something out." With a sigh, Jason walked over to the wardrobe and looked through the dresses. Casual dresses, smart dresses, cocktail dresses... he didn't know where to start, so just picked one almost at random. "Good choice," said Liz excitedly. "That one is very sexy. Let me help you with it." Jason stepped into the red dress, and Liz helped him pull the straps up over his shoulders, zipping it up at the back. He looked in the mirror, at the tumbling tiers of soft, semi-transparent fabric, ending above the knee. He looked at his legs, encased in the black nylon stockings. And at his face, recognisable as his own, but not as he'd ever seen it before. "Come sit with me for a second," Liz said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Jason didn't need to be asked twice. "How do you feel about this... dressing like this? Do you like it?" "It's fun, I guess" replied Jason. In truth he felt incredibly awkward, but if Liz was into it, then that's all that mattered to him. "Oh, good. I'm glad you like it. I was hoping you would." She moved closer to Jason and put her hand on his. "Jason," she continued, "listen to me. Me and David... we don't make love any more. I guess we grew apart, in that way. But I was hoping that you could... you know... help me out in that department." "Of course," he said, now feeling rather smug. "Anything I can do to help." He couldn't believe his luck. Here he was, being seduced by a gorgeous, and incredibly kinky older woman. "I'm so glad you said that, Jason." Just at that moment the bedroom door opened, and Jason froze with fear. David walked in calmly and stood in front of the pair. Jason was mortified. How was he going to explain this? "It's not how it looks," exclaimed Jason. He regained control of his senses, then started dashing around the room, desperately in search of his own clothes. "It's OK. Just sit down. You're not in trouble." "She made me do this," Jason protested. "She made me dress up in these things." "Oh that's charming!" Liz responded. "Don't be a coward, you needed almost no persuasion. You enjoyed every second it!" "But I thought... I thought that..." "What," laughed David, "you thought that I'd gone out? And that while I was gone, you were going to fuck my wife? Dressed like that? Thought you'd buy her some flowers and then get into her knickers? Well, I suppose you succeeded in a way! Listen, didn't she explain to you what all this was about?" "Oh stop it," said Liz. "Don't bully him. I was just explaining things to him when you barged in." "I don't understand," sighed a dejected Jason, turning to Liz. "What's going on?" "Oh, sweetheart. All this isn't for me. You see, me and David no longer have a physical relationship. But David, as a man, has certain needs. We thought you might be able to... satisfy them." "Excuse me?" "We want you to be David's lover. I couldn't bear him being with another woman. But you... you're slim, pretty, and I know that you get on well. But I also know you that won't take my place. You're not a threat to our marriage. You will merely be providing him with the physical side of a relationship. You'll be my counterpart, if you like, in the bedroom." "But I'm not gay!" "Hey listen, I'm not gay either," David said. "But you... dressed like this... I've almost forgotten you're a boy already." "But I'm not into men. What on earth makes you think I'd go along with this?" "Well," explained Liz, "first of all, it was easy enough to get you into these clothes, sweetheart. It's obvious how much you enjoyed it, so I would have thought you'd jump at the chance to do it again. Secondly, we're in a position to help you out with whatever you might need. Deposit for your first flat? Maybe a new car? Maybe David could get you a promotion at work. It's all negotiable. My priority is to keep David happy, and keep our marriage stable. And we're prepared to be very generous." "Isn't she great," beamed David. "But you're not blind, David! This is silly. Why would you go along with this?" "Go along with this? It was my idea." "Your idea? To dress me as a woman and... and... you know..." "Well we've been searching for a few months for the right person, but you seemed ideal. The build, the height... you even fit into Liz's clothes perfectly! You're young, not particularly masculine. Good skin. Not too hairy, not too muscular. And you're single. And on top of all that, we both like you. You're sweet." "I feel sick. I need to get out of these clothes." "But you look really good, Jason. There's no reason to be uncomfortable," David told me. "Although you'll need to sort this out," he said pointing at his chest hair. It was sparse, but clearly noticable. "Look, I'm not doing this," Jason shouted. He stood up, but the older man grabbed his wrist. "You'll be able to name your price. Well, within reason. Liz already explained how generous we can be." "Look... that's not the point." "You sure? This could change your life. Really set you up." "How much money are we talking about, exactly?" "That depends on many things. Including, of course, how long the arrangement lasted for." "Well, how long did you want it to last for?" "That depends on how much money you wanted." "That's not very funny," Jason replied. "I'm serious. It's all negotiable. But we'd obviously need a trial run first. Just to see how it goes." "What do you mean?" "Exactly what I said. We need to try it out. You'll come over one evening. Liz will help you get ready, dress you up in her clothes, do your makeup, and all that stuff. Then she will leave us alone for an hour or so, and we'll see how we get along. After that, you can decide whether it's something you feel you can go further with. And I can decide whether it works for me." "But what about..." "Listen, there's no point negotiating our terms yet. What if you decide you can't go through with it? Just think about it, make a decision, then we'll talk further." "OK," Jason sighed. "I'll let you know tomorrow." "Sure, yeah, you can have a day to decide." Jason didn't sleep at all that night. He was disgusted by what he'd been asked to do, just the thought of it made him feel ill. But at the same time, this was a chance to make some serious money, and he didn't want to turn that down too hastily. And on top of that, he was scared that David may sack him from his job if he didn't go along with it. He really didn't know what to do, and by the time morning came, he was no clearer. Jason didn't want to go into work on Monday, and considered calling in sick. But eventually he did go into the office, although he kept a low profile in an attempt to avoid David. He didn't even go out for lunch, because he knew he'd have to walk past David's office. He found it impossible to get any work done, partly through lack of sleep, and partly because of the decision he was being forced to make. Finally, at 6pm, Jason felt a tap on his shoulder. He spun round to see David. "How are you getting on, Jason? You've been awfully quiet today! Must be keeping busy." "I'm OK, thanks," he replied quietly. "So then, what are you doing this Saturday evening? Any plans? Are you going to go on that date you were telling me about?" "Er, no... not decided yet," Jason stammered. "Well you better make a decision! If you don't decide, it will be too late. You don't often get second chances in life." "I think I'll go. Nothing to lose," said David. "Good choice," replied David. "You're right, nothing to lose." He then lowered his tone so that nobody else could he him. "Don't be late. Saturday, 5pm. If you do well, then we can talk about the deal." Jason remained silent as David walked away. He suddenly turned round and called out to him, "Try not to look so depressed about it! I have a feeling that you actually might enjoy it." Jason was being greedy, he knew that. He wasn't desperate for money, he was getting by just fine. But the thought of getting the cash together to buy a flat... this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. And a great chance to fast-track his career. They obviously had loads of money, their house was huge and full of expensive things. He spent the rest of the week trying to talk himself into thinking that what he'd been asked to do was not such a big deal. Telling himself that he could just empty his mind and go along with it. But deep down, he knew that it would be an ordeal. He had absolutely no interest in dressing up in Liz's clothes again - in fact he was still angry with himself for letting Liz trick him into it in the first place - and he literally felt sick when he thought of the things that David would inevitably want to do with him. He spent sleepless nights continually questioning his decision, and considered pulling out a few times - but he never did. He wanted the money too badly. -------------------------------------------- The big day came, and Jason arrived at 5pm as planned. He walked past their house a couple of times, struggling to summon the courage to approach the front door. But he eventually pulled himself together, walked down the driveway, and rang the bell. Liz was looking absolutely beautiful, Jason thought. He wished with all his heart that he was here to see her, instead of David. "Hi, sweetheart" she said, so relaxed and cheerful, it was as if this was just a normal visit on a normal day. "Come in. How are you?" "Not too bad, thanks. Nervous." "Listen, you needn't be. If at any point you decide that this isn't for you, then just say, and it will be over just like that." "Thanks, that does make me feel a bit better" he replied, although he had no intention of pulling out. In his mind, the money was already his. "Now, David is home, but he wants to wait until you're ready before he sees you. So let's go upstairs and make a start, OK?" "OK. I guess that's why I'm here," said Jason, following Liz upstairs. "That's the spirit! Alright, first I need you to shave everywhere. And I mean everywhere - except for the top of your head, of course! Legs, chest, arms, groin... even your bottom. You can use our en-suite bathroom, there are razors in there, and everything else you'll need. Take your time, and shower thoroughly afterwards. I'll just be in here if you need any help. There's a clean towel and a robe hanging on the door. Oh, and use some body lotion after drying yourself." Jason had realised beforehand that he might be expected to remove some of his hair - he remembered David commenting on his chest hair last weekend. But ALL if his body hair... including his bum and his pubic hair? That was something of a shock. But after a moment's thought, he realised that it didn't really bother him, it would grow back sooner or later. So he went about the task methodically, shaving his legs, then the arms, then his chest. It was not difficult, but surprisingly time consuming, and he found himself having to go over some areas many times. His armpits were rather more awkward, but the real trouble came when he turned his attention to his bottom and the backs of his thighs. He stood in front of the bathroom mirror, twisting his body and contorting it into various positions so that he could just about see what he was doing. He found a small hand mirror which helped a little, but it was a difficult operation, and progress was slow. When he thought he'd done as much as he could, he very, very carefully shaved off his pubic hair. He then finally shaved his face, took a hot shower, and washed himself thoroughly, staring down at a version of himself that was unrecognisable. He dried himself down with the towel Liz had left out for him, and then looked around for the lotion she had mentioned. There was a huge assortment of lotions and potions on the shelves, but he eventually picked a lavender scented one which looked suitable, and rubbed it all over his whole body. He found the robe hanging on the door - a long black satin gown - and put it on. It felt very strange against his hairless body, especially when he walked and it swished against his bare legs. He tied it at the waist, and then tidied up his own clothes, folding them in the corner of the bathroom. He unlocked the door and nervously emerged from the bathroom, and saw Liz sitting on the bed reading a magazine. "Oh good," she said to him. "Ready to get started?" "Not sure I'll ever be totally ready for this!" the young man replied nervously. "Don't worry," she said. "It will be OK. I've been really looking forward to making you over - properly, this time. No rushing. Here, help yourself," she said, producing a bottle of gin and two glasses. "It might take the edge off." "Thanks" Jason replied, pouring himself a small glass. "I think I'm going to need it." "Shall we start with your makeup, darling?" "OK, sure." "Sit down here at the dressing table. We'll have you looking gorgeous in no time." She started off with some moisturiser, massaging the cream into his skin. She then picked up some foundation - she told him that she'd bought it specially, as it is supposed to provide a good thick cover. Next she took some powder and brushed it over the foundation, to provide an even finish and stop it rubbing off. She then applied a little blusher to his cheeks. Not too much... David wouldn't want him looking like a drag queen! Then onto the eyes. She started by plucking Jason's brows into a thinner shape (which hurt a little bit, but was not too much) before applying some eyebrow pencil. She then took out some liquid eyeliner, and moved in very close to Jason. He could feel - even hear - her breath, as she steadied his head with one hand, and gently brushed the black liquid around his eyes with the other. Eyeshadow next - a sparkly silvery colour, and accented with a second darker shade. Then some mascara to emphasize his lashes. "What sort of lipstick do you think we should go for, J? I have all sorts. Red?" "I... I'm not sure. Nothing too bright." "I agree! We think alike. This is what I usually wear," she said, showing Jason her favourite lipstick, and applying a small amount to the back of her hand to demonstrate the peachy bronze colour. "So I think you should wear it too. It's good quality, so won't smudge too much. But I'll leave it out so you can touch up if needed." "Touch up?" "Sorry to say it sweetie, but I don't think there's much chance of you keeping your makeup perfect this evening." She stood back and admired her work. "You're looking beautiful," she said. "Take a look in the mirror." Jason turned round on the stool to look at his reflection in the dressing table mirror. It was still him, but the makeup had softened his features, and dramatically accentuated his lips and eyes. "And now for the wig!" she said, disappearing to the other side of the room momentarily. Jason took a large gulp of his gin, almost choking on the neat spirit. He noticed the lipstick left behind on the rim of the glass. Liz brought the wig over. Dark brown, in a bob style, just like her own. She placed it on Jason's head, and then took out some hair pins and fastened it onto Jason's hair, before brushing it through. "There," she said with her hands on Jason's shoulders. "We could be sisters, don't you think? I think David will be very pleased! I have some nail polish that goes perfectly with that lipstick. Here, I'm wearing it myself? What do you think?" Jason nodded silent approval and before he knew it, Liz was firmly holding his left hand and painting his nails, using slow, careful strokes towards the tips of his nails. She told him to keep his hand still and not touch anything, before chaning to his other hand to repeat the process. Liz then sat on the edge of the bed, and told him to put his foot on her lap so she could do his toenails. She noticed that he hasn't moisturised his feet or toes, so she rubbed in some more lotion, and then proceeded to paint his toenails, putting a ball of cotton will between each toe to prevent them rubbing and smudging. Jason thought back to last weekend, when he had gladly gone along with her dressing-up game. He was still a little angry and humiliated at misinterpreting the situation, but he knew that he had drawn the most logical conclusion, and that she had taken advantage of his obvious feelings for her. But despite all that, he still couldn't help finding her irresistibly attractive, and he was, in a bizarre way, glad of this relatively intimate time together. Even if it was for the purpose of whoring him out to her husband. "Now, let's get you dressed" she said, after both his finger and toenails had dried. "David was quite specific about what lingerie he wanted you to wear" she said, rummaging around her underwear drawer. His stomach churned at this blunt reminder of the reason he was here. She handed him a black thong and a matching bra. Jason put on the thong underneath his robe, and shivered at the strange sensation as it rode up between his buttocks. Next came the bra - he took off the robe, and managed to put on the bra by himself, by initially putting it on back- to-front, and then pulling it round. The cups were empty, where usually Liz's ample breasts would sit. "Don't worry sweetheart," Liz said, "we can find something to put in there, I'm sure." She took out a couple of flesh coloured, squishy items. "These are what I use when I want a bit of a boost" she told him, pushing them into the bra. They didn't fill the cups by any means, but certainly padded them out a little. "And next - this, sweetie, is a suspender belt. Put it on." "I don't know what to do with that," Jason said nervously. "Here, let me help. It's easy. You just put it around your waist, and the back fastens just like a bra." She fastened the clip, and Jason looked down at the four suspender straps dangling down. "Now, let me fetch you some stockings. Do you remember how to put them on?" "Yes, no problem. I need to roll them up first." "That's right. I'm going to trust you with a pair of beautiful silk stockings this time, OK? You have to be very careful with these." "OK, I will be careful" Jason said, as he gathered up the first black stocking, before carefully unrolling it up onto his left leg. The feel of the smooth, soft silk stocking was a million miles away from the cheap hold-ups he'd put on the previous weekend, and even he had to admit that they felt sensuous against his smooth legs. Liz helped him to straighten the seams at the back of the stockings, before attaching them to the suspenders. "They look so sexy, don't you think?" she asked him. "So smooth, and so flattering. Not that your lovely legs need to be flattered." "Thanks," said Jason, feeling rather embarrassed. "At least for once, I won't be thinking that they're too skinny." "A girl's legs can never be too skinny, sweetheart. You have an amazing figure. Now, let's get you into your dress. I think this one will be perfect." It was a black dress, with a button up front like a long shirt. When Jason fastened the buttons, he realised that it fitted snugly around his body, accentuating his padded bra. The flattering cut even made his hips look slightly feminine. The length was quite short, ending some way above the knee. "I was right, it IS perfect," she said. "Simple, plain, but still sexy. Easy to get into, and just as easy to get out of. That's important to men, as I'm sure you know. And I have a necklace which will look lovely with that." She opened her jewellery box on the dressing table, and took out a long silver necklace. The chain was quite thick, and hanging on the end was a celtic style pendant. "I used to wear that a lot when I was younger," she said. "I expect David will like to see you wearing it." She unbuttoned the top button of Jason's dress, so that the necklace was clearly visible, then rummaged around for some other jewellery. First some silver bangles, which she slid over Jason's left hand onto his slim wrist. Then she took out a few rings - mainly quite plain but some more ornate - and experimented to find out what rings would fit on which of his fingers. He ended up with two rings on his right hand, a plain band on his ring finger. Jason showed obvious surprise at this. "You know why you're doing this, don't you sweetheart? To all intents and purposes, you're going to act as his wife in the bedroom. And David has a very old fashioned idea of a husband wife relationship. Maybe wearing this ring will help you remember that. Because if David's not impressed with you, then this whole thing is a non-starter, and we'll have all wasted our time." "OK," said Jason. His situation was really starting to sink in now. "I think you're almost ready," said Liz. "Don't look so scared. As I said, if you ever want to get out of the deal, just say so. We'll all understand. Now, put on those shoes over there. Then I'll hand you over to David." "I can't really walk in these," Jason protested, after slipping on the black court shoes. "And they are at least one size too small." "David loves girls in heels, so I'm afraid there isn't much choice. You probably won't need to do much walking, anyway. All I can say that if this works out, we'll buy you some new shoes in the right size. Now... ready?" "Yes." Jason took a deep breath. "God knows what I'm getting myself in for, but yes. I'm as ready as I'll ever be." "You'll be OK, sweetheart. Oh, I almost forgot. Here, have some perfume," she said, spraying some around his neckline. It was a beautiful smell, one he immediately recognised as Liz's own scent. It reminded of when he first met her, and how naive he'd been to fall for her. What would a woman like Liz ever want in a man like him? Hell, he didn't even look like a man anymore. He'd let her turn him into something he didn't even recognize, and he'd sold himself for an unknown amount in this sordid deal. He had no backbone, no self respect, no integrity. He didn't deserve someone like Liz. She dimmed the lights and left the room, leaving Jason alone for a few minutes. He sat on the bed, cradling his glass of neat gin. Glancing over to the bedside clock, he saw that it was already 8pm : he had spent three whole hours getting ready. He drank more, hoping that every sip would make the next couple of hours more bearable. Eventually he heard the door start to open. David walked into the dark room, slowly approaching the silent, terrified figure on the bed. "Stand up. Let's see you." Jason stood, not saying a word. "Wow. You look amazing," David said. He stroked the younger man's face. Liz had done an amazing job, he thought. "We'll be in here for a couple of hours, OK? You will call me darling. But only speak when you are spoken to. OK?" "Yes, OK" Jason whispered. "Yes what?" "Yes darling." "Better. Now come here." David leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips. At first Jason was unresponsive, but remembering Liz's warning, he opened his mouth a little, letting David's tongue into his mouth. He started to reciprocate, although the feeling was totally alien to him. He tried to close his eyes and pretend he was kissing a woman, but the way David held him in his strong grip made him feel small and weak in comparison. Everything from the stubble on David's face, to his large masculine hands running over his back and pulling him close, reminded him that David was the man, and he was the girl. David pushed down on Jason's shoulders. At first Jason was unsure what to do, but he soon realised what was expected, and sank to his knees. David perched himself on the edge of the bed, and started to undo his belt. Jason shuffled forwards slightly and positioned himself between David's legs. "Touch it," David said. "Go on, don't be scared." Jason reached forward and took David's cock in his hand. "Good. Good girl. Lick it." Jason gently licked the tip of David's penis, his whole body shaking with fear. David held Jason's chin firmly with one hand, encouraging him to open up, and then slid himself into Jason's mouth. He quickly grew hard, and Jason tried his best not to gag as his mouth became full. He started to move his head back and forth, along the length of the thick shaft, the way he had enjoyed so much when his previous girlfriend had done it with him. David moaned with pleasure, as Jason flicked his tongue. Realising that he was doing a good job, and sensing an opportunity to close the deal, Jason gripped David's cock and started to rub him. "Woah... OK... enough for now," interrupted David, "we don't want this to end already! But honey... that was good. Your mouth is so hot. Come here and kiss me," he said, reclining onto the bed. Jason climbed up onto the bed and crawled over to David. They embraced and kissed passionately, David's hands wandering over Jason's thighs and bottom. "Take off your dress. And your shoes." "Yes darling," replied Jason, wondering how he could ever get used to calling his boss darling. He stood up and unbuttoned the front of his dress. He pushed it off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor, and then slipped out of the shoes. "Good. Now come here, honey. I want you to undress me. Completely." Jason, now dressed only in the black lingerie, joined David back on the bed. He started undoing David's shirt, but again, David told him to slow down - and Jason realised that this David wasn't going to let this thing finish quickly. He looked down at his hands, adorned with jewellery and tipped with brightly painted nails, as he worked his way down David's shirt. They did not seem like his own. He felt like a spectator of some sort of bizarre experiment. He finished removing the shirt, and pulled off David's socks, before finally removing his trousers and underpants. David pulled Jason on top of him and kissed him, before rolling him over and bearing down on him with all his weight. He kissed Jason hard, pushing his tongue deep into the boy's mouth. He held Jason's wrists tight, pinning him down to the bed. Jason's slim wrists seemed tiny in David's large hands, and he felt profoundly helpless. Not to mention, utterly terrified. He could feel David's hard cock pushing against him. David looked deep into Jason's eyes. "In the bedside table, there's a packet of condoms. Take one out." "Yes darling," Jason said, reaching over to the table and taking the packet from the small drawer. "Take it out of the packet. And put it on me." "Yes of course, darling." Jason didn't understand why David was doing this to him, surely he knew how uncomfortable this would be. But he took out the condom, and unrolled in over his hard cock. "Now, I want you on all fours." Thoroughly humiliated, completely emasculated, and mentally broken, Jason obediently got onto his hands and knees. David took a tube of lube and put a large blob on the end of his cock, before positioning himself behind Jason. He pulled the thong to one side, and then Jason felt David's cock at his entrance. The initial shock and disbelief turned into pain, as Jason screamed out... this didn't feel right... it felt like he was going to be torn apart! David tried to comfort him, by kissing his neck and telling him to relax. But nevertheless, he continued to push into him. Jason was acutely aware that he had to make sure David enjoyed this... he was determined it wouldn't all be for nothing. So he tried his best to relax, and after a few minutes the pain dulled. His cries turned gave way to low wimpers - half pain, half reluctant pleasure - as David pumped him, holding onto the boy's hips. David withdrew, but Jason's initial relief was unfounded, and David turned the boy onto his side. He held one leg up high, before entering him again, resuming with a new intensity. Jason continued to moan with each thrust, not knowing how much more of this he could physically take. But yet, his own body was responding, and he realised that he was also fully erect. Suddenly David withdrew once more, then pushed Jason back against the pillow and held him in place with one hand. Pulling off the condom, David proceeded to rub himself furiously until he ejaculated. The jet of warm, thick semen shot onto Jason's face, and dribbled down onto his chest and onto his bra. There was even some in his hair. David scooped up some of the liquid with a finger, and pushed it towards Jason's mouth. He obediently opened his mouth and swallowed it, as David repeated the process, pushing the cum from Jason's nose and cheek into his mouth. He gagged as he swallowed, but managed to keep it down. David straddled Jason, one knee either side of him, and held his wrists tight. He dangled his cock and balls into Jason's mouth. Jason licked and sucked David until he was clean. "Good girl," said David, completely out breath. He lay down next to Jason and held him. "You want to go and get changed? No rush, it's up to you." "Yes darling, I think I need to get going," Jason replied. "It's getting late." Jason went into the bathroom, and took off the wig and underwear. The wig stank of David's semen, the bra was also dirty. He started to gag, honestly thinking he may throw up. He felt thoroughly dirty and used, he never imaged that he would ever be subjected to such depraved acts. He filled the basin with hot water and started washing himself the best he could. He considered taking a shower, but he just wanted to go home. "You can let yourself out, can't you?" asked David when Jason was ready to leave. "OK. But shouldn't we talk about what... you know?" "About what?" "About our deal. What I'm going to get in return for this, how often we're going to do this, stuff like that? Liz mentioned a deposit for a flat." "A deposit for a flat! Listen to yourself! You can't be serious. After that performance?" "But... what do you mean? I put everything into that! I did everything you asked without a second thought. I was in agony but still continued. And you were loving it!" "Oh come on. It was like being in bed with a corpse. A corpse with stubble and bad breath. No sorry, that didn't work for me at all. You won't be required again." "What did I do wrong?" "You didn't do anything! You just stayed still while I fucked you. Might as well just get a rubber doll." "But... but... my money!" "Please leave." "You tricked me. You planned this all along. You were never going to give me anything. Were you?" "Just go. We don't need to talk about this again." Jason ran downstairs in floods of tears. He saw Liz on his way out, but didn't stop to talk with her. He couldn't stand the sight of her now. He stepped out into the cold night air, never to return to this house. -------------------------------------------- "I hope you're proud of yourself, David. You've probably just damaged yet another young man." "You weren't exactly innocent in this, Liz. And neither was Jason. He was greedy, just like the others. Serves them right." "I don't know why I go along with these schemes of yours." "Oh come on Liz, I don't do it often. And you know that you owe me. I raise your son as my own, and send him to one of the most expensive schools in London. You have everything you want here. I put up with your drinking, and the credit card bills. All I ask is that you help me out with my little hobby now and then."