Manipulated - Part 3 free porn video

Hello, Thank you for reading my story and I hope you enjoy it. Please leave feedback as it does make writing stories more rewarding when you know that people are actually reading what you write. If you have any suggestions for the plot that you'd like to see in the story please send me an email at [email protected]. Parts 1 and 2 of this story were posted a while back. I have included them here because I rewrote a few lines to make the plot flow a bit better. I also corrected a load of spelling errors and typos that I was embarrassed to see in those parts that I had posted. Again, thanks for reading my story. Manipulated - part 1 It was a stupid one night fling that started things rolling. I was at a week-long business conference. After a day of listening to assorted guest speakers I'd gone to the hotel bar for a couple of drinks before going for a meal. Jenny was a good looking woman who was already seated at the bar when I entered. We were the only two seated at the bar and we slowly got talking. We were both there for the conference. As we were both there alone we decided to go for a meal together. We had some more drinks, one thing led to another and I woke up in my hotel room the next morning with Jenny asleep in the bed next to me. When she woke up there was none of the awkwardness that I had expected following a casual fling. Instead she was very matter of fact, said that it had been a good night and that she should go back to her room to get ready for the upcoming day. We saw each other a number of times throughout the day, passing each other in the corridors as we moved from one hall to the next. At one point we were both attending the same workshop and we worked together as a team for the exercises of that workshop. We decided to meet for supper that evening and again we ended up sleeping together. The following night, the last of the week, we again slept together. We said goodbye that last morning and both went our separate ways. I returned to my wife and continued with my usual routine. I'm not sure how Bev, my wife, found out about what had happened. I came home one evening to be confronted by her. Being caught totally unprepared I gave myself away almost immediately. She was furious. My wife is a very strong person, she gets what she wants, and takes no prisoners when dealing with other people. That is why she ended up on the board of directors of a huge multinational company. I do love her and was horrified that she had found out about my fling. I apologized, in fact I groveled, begging her forgiveness. She threatened divorce and told me to get out the house while she decided what she wanted to do. My phone rang late the following afternoon and I answered Bev's summons and went round to our house. She asked me what had happened. She said she didn't want to know who the women was apart from was she someone I worked with, no, had I known her before the fling, no, and would I be seeing here again, definitely no. We discussed our relationship, why I had allowed the fling to happen etc. Three hours later we finished talking. Bev explained that she would give me a chance but it was clear that I could not be trusted to control myself. So, as long as I abided by her rules then we'd remain married and try get over this, if I didn't follow her rules then she'd start divorce proceedings and would make sure that I ended up with nothing. Of course I agreed. She led me to our bedroom where she handed me a plastic shopping bag. "Put all your underpants in that, there are some in the washing basket, and there might be some in the tumble dryer, get all of them and bring them back to me." Having no idea of her plans I obeyed. Naturally I wondered what was up but I was just so grateful that she seemed to be in a good mood and had forgiven me that I was like a little puppy trying to please its master. I rushed round gathering up all my underpants and putting them in the bag which I then handed to her. "Take off the pair you're wearing." A little hesitantly I did as told and handed them to her. Then she reached into her jeans pocket and threw a ball of material to me. "Put those on." I caught the material and realized that it was a pair of her panties, cream colored with lace trim across the front. "You are joking right?" "No, I'm not. It's quite simple. You can't be trusted so I have to make sure that you are very reluctant to get undressed in front of other people. I've thought of all the ways I can ensure you behave and this was the cheapest option that came to mind. I have also ordered a chastity device for you, but that will take a while to arrive. So, until it does, you will wear my panties." "But Bev, I won't do it again, I'm really sorry, I made a mistake and I've learnt from it, I won't do it again," I pleaded. "How do you expect me to trust you after what you did? It's going to take time. And the fact that you're so reluctant to do this for me shows me that you probably can't be trusted. After all, who but you and I will know what you're wearing under your clothing? Sorry, I thought we could work things out but obviously we can't. Here's your underpants," she threw the bag at me, "give me my knickers. I'll call my lawyer in the morning." She held out her hand waiting for me to pass her the knickers. "No Bev, you're right. I'm really sorry. I want to show you that you can trust me. I will do what you ask to prove that to you," and I stepped into her kickers and drew them up my legs. They were a little tight but otherwise fitted alright. She hugged me and gave me a kiss. "Thank you love. I'm so glad you did that, I do think we can work this out. Every morning when you get dressed take the knickers that I was wearing the previous day and put them on. I'll leave them on the floor next to my vanity table. I'm sure that soon we'll be back to normal. I really do believe that." Over the next few weeks I got to wear each pair of knickers in Bev's underwear collection. It seemed she had a never ending supply because after three weeks I had yet to wear any one pair twice. Some of them were more comfortable than others. Bikini and full briefs were the most comfortable, thongs were a little uncomfortable but french knickers were the most uncomfortable as they were pretty much the same as wearing no underwear as they were just like a flimsy pair of shorts. Every now and then Bev would ask how I was doing wearing her underwear and I responded honestly. Initially I was convinced that everyone would know, that the panty line would show through my trousers, that the waistbands would peek above the waistband of my jeans. But days, and then weeks, passed and no one said anything and I realized that a lot of my fears were just me being paranoid. And as the weeks passed wearing knickers became no big deal for me. Also, as the weeks went past, the relationship between Bev and I seemed to be improving and I was eager to encourage that, so I made sure to wear her knickers with no complaints. In fact two or three times she forgot to leave her knickers on the floor and I asked her where I could find them so that I could wear them. Five weeks had passed. We were watching TV when Bev started getting amorous. I recognized the signs that usually meant we'd end up having sex and my heart jumped with joy. Maybe we would be back to normal soon. She led me to the bedroom where she proceeded to undress me. When I was standing in front of her wearing only that days knickers she gently pushed me back onto the bed. Still fully dressed she climbed on to the bed after me and straddled me. She started stroking me, every part of my body felt the lovely light touch of her wandering hands. She traced the outline of the panties and then started stroking my erection through the flimsy material that by now was straining to keep my dick contained within it. She lay on top of me and we started kissing. "Mmmmm, this is soooooo sexy lover boy. I really never thought I would be so fucking turned on by you wearing women's panties. I hope the panties I'm wearing now have dried out by tomorrow otherwise you're going to be wearing a wet pair of frillies tomorrow." This was a change to the Bev I knew who used to be a little reserved during our love making. But I did like it! We kissed again and our tongues met. I tried to get my tongue in her mouth but met with resistance from hers, as our tongues jostled for superiority I felt her one hand reach down between us and start pulling on the panties I wore. The feel of the elastic being pulled up and down between my legs was amazing. She moaned as she rubbed my erection and pressed herself down onto me. Her tongue made its way into my mouth. Finally she broke the kiss. "Ohh yes, that's good. Mmmm, let's see if we can put your cock to some use." She got off me, turned round and then straddled me again, looking towards my feet. She lowered herself and my head was covered by her skirt giving me a good view of her knickers stretched tightly between her legs. The smell of aroused pussy filled my nostrils. I felt her fiddling around with my dick and then my erection sprang free. She lowered herself onto my face. "Lick my panties lover, go on, lick them." She slowly moved her ass back and forward over my face, very gentle, slow movements. My nose was filled with the smell of her sex and her ass. As she moved back and forth my nose moved from being pressed against her asshole to being at the tip of her vagina. My tongue as I held it out and she moved was moving up and down the slit of her pussy. The material of her panties dried my tongue and I had to keep wetting it, the material would bunch against my tongue and then free itself. Her hands roamed over my lower body, stroked between my legs, traced the outline of the panties and every now and then slowly, ever so teasingly pumped my erection. It was heaven! I licked her panties, pressing my tongue against the material, trying to ease my tongue into her body. I was sweating inside the confines of her skirt, my face trapped between her legs. To get rid of the sweat I had started pressing my face against the material of her panties, trying to get the sweat soaked up before it pooled around my eyes. Bev obviously liked this because she would press down on my face a little harder for a while and wriggle her ass around in small circular motions. "Mmmmm, I do like it when you press your nose against my asshole like that. It really is unusually sexy." Bev came as I licked her through her panties. She rested a while, still sitting on my face and idly stroking around my balls, penis and panties with a finger. She eventually lifted herself off of my face and shifted herself forward. I couldn't see anything because her skirt covered any view of what she was doing in front of her but I soon realized, much to my joy, that she had pulled her panties to one side and was slowly lowering herself onto my erection. The feeling as I slid into her moist warm pussy was overwhelming. It had been close on six weeks since we'd last had sex, she'd been teasing me for the past who knew how many minutes and now she was sliding me into her. She rode my dick for probably 30 seconds and I couldn't hold back, I shot my load into her. I felt her vaginal muscles tighten around my softening erection as she rode me for a few more seconds until eventually I just fell out of her. "I'm really disappointed. I was hoping that we'd cum together like we used to, but I guess not. I'm still horny babes, I want you to make me cum again." As she spoke she shuffled back towards my face and planted her ass on my face. When I'm horny there are so many things that are kinky or exciting or things that I'd really like to do, but when I've cum, those very same things are less appealing, in fact, they can seem disgusting. And going down on a pussy that I've just cum in is one of those things. But I had no choice as Bev lowered her panty covered pussy on my face for a second round of oral worship. I was relieved that the panties at least covered her pussy but I imagined all my cum slowly leaking out of her and soaking into the wet material. Bev seemed to stay on my face for a very long time as I licked, sucked and prodded at her pussy through the damp material if her panties. I could taste my cum soaking through the material. The material became a little slimier and tasted a little saltier. When she climbed off my face she took the panties off and then thoroughly wiped her pussy and ass with them before making me take off the pair I was wearing and putting the wet, dirty, pair on. I had to wear them for the next two days. The frustrating thing for me was that throughout the entire session I had not seen any part of Bev's body as she remained fully dressed. And that was how the next few sex sessions went, they were all started by Bev, she controlled what happened, I did always get to cum inside of her, for which I was grateful, but I was always made to worship her panty covered pussy afterwards. And finally, as a reminder of how generous she was by allowing me to have sex, I was made to wear her dirty stained panties for two days afterwards. Despite the subtle power shift in our relationship I had great hopes for us getting back to normal. Five months after everything happened I had to go to another convention. As the time got closer Bev became more teary and would often start crying as we talked about it. It turned out that she was worried I would stray again. I pointed out that wearing women's panties as I was there was very little chance of that happening. She responded by saying that she'd seen how I managed to take my trousers off with the panties inside of them so that no one could see them. One night we were going through this conversation all over again. I was doing my best to reassure her when she asked if I truly loved her. I replied that of course I did. She then told me that she'd thought of a way that I could show her I would be faithful. She had bought me a pale pink bra that I would wear. That would not be as easy to hide and if I did take it off there would be bra strap marks left on my skin for a while later. I really wasn't happy thinking of all the times I'd looked at the lines of a woman's bra through her t-shirt. Bev made me try the bra on, and then put a t-shirt and a sweater on. Then she took a few photos on her phone and showed me that the lines were not easily visible most of the time. We repeated the exercise with the sweater off, same result. So I agreed to do as she requested. She made me agree to take a photo of myself wearing the bra once an hour from 17:00 until midnight, or when I went to bed, and again in the morning, also one at lunchtime. I felt that she was being over the top but it was the only way to keep her happy. We also agreed that she would skype me and if I was in the room I would show her that I was wearing the bra and panties. I travelled to the seminar and checked into the hotel. === Manipulated - part 2 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 speeches 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 acquaintance 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." Realizing 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 about 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 center 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 actually 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 realized 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 favor. 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 leather shoe. Warm, slightly damp and with the smell of dirty 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 unnecessary 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 Jenny's 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 acquainted 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 molded 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 from my arse. Then she attached another to the harness that she had stepped into. "This one's ribbed, better for a girl's 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 women's clothing during the day because it means that you've had to stop going to gym. So now, I don't want to force you 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 do 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 you 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 didn't really lick her so much as just gently ran my tongue 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 asleep, getting heavier on her. "No, don't fall asleep, 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 lying 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 introduced 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 there 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 relaxed. The only thing that I detected that had changed was that the power had shifted slightly. Sex was now on Bev's 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 was running late. === Bev had mentioned the fact that their was a deal in the offing with a company that wanted to make use of her companies document storage and retrieval services. Apparently that company has specifically asked that Bev be the customer representative that they deal with as they had heard good words about her work from others. Naturally she was flattered and had worked hard to prepare the pitch to try seal the deal. Bev went to the meeting that had been scheduled at the other companies headquarters, about 10 miles from her office. She arrived for the meeting, presented her pitch and was surprised when the MD immediately agreed to use their services. Usually clients take a week or two before committing. Naturally she was overjoyed, this was a large contract and would reflect favorably on her. Jenny, as she insisted Bev call her, told her that she would sign the papers when they were sent round to her and she insisted they have a celebratory drink of champagne. === I awoke with a dull, throbbing headache. I was confused. I didn't recognize my surroundings and had no recollection of how I had got here. I looked around and saw 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 night's 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 independent as you would never dream of serving anyone. And that's why I have those pictures. Take a look at them." I opened the envelope and was horrified to find myself 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 those erections, one was entering between my legs and the other was hovering 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 realized 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 feeling 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. Manipulated - part 3 'Stop crying little one. Come on, let's go to the bed.' Jenny said, stroking the hair of the women kneeling in front of her with her face buried in her jeans crotch. She stepped back and watched as Bev got to her feet. 'What do you say to that little one.' she asked, enjoying her moment of power. 'I exist for your pleasure Mistress.' Bev replied softly. 'No little one, no. Do you really want your life ruined? Say it with pride. It's a great honor that I've given you. I don't let just anyone serve me. You're very honored. Now let's try again, what do you say little one?' 'I exist for your pleasure Mistress.' Bev replied louder and more convincingly. Jenny was thrilled at the power she held over this woman. And the thought that she had power over the woman's husband as well the games she could play were endless. Her panties were soaked with her arousal. At the bed Jenny turned to Bev. 'We're going to play a game little one. You are going to tell me how you love me and ask to worship my jeans, then you're to ask to worship my panties, and finally you're going to ask me if you are worthy enough to worship my pussy. You will thank me profusely for anything I allow you to do before doing it enthusiastically. You will thank me throughout as if you can't believe how lucky you are. Do you understand little one?' 'I exist for your pleasure Mistress.' Jenny removed her shoes and sat on the bed. She was excited at what was about to happen. To have a reluctant sex slave was a huge turn on. And unknown to Bev she had three video cameras hidden in the room to capture everything that happened in the room. However, to add to her victim's humiliation she also had a small digital camera which she intended to use. Bev approached her. Eager to please her captor she put a smile on her face. It was a good attempt but her lips trembled as she did. 'Mistress, I love you, I love everything about you. Mistress, please can I worship the jeans you wear?' 'Why would you want to do that my lovely slave?' Jenny asked turning the screws on her victim. 'Mistress, you jeans are close to your wonderful sex, your most intimate part mistress, I'm jealous of your jeans mistress, always so close to your sex.' Jenny was amazed at what Bev was saying. The humiliation was quite apparent in her face as she spoke the degrading words. Jenny could not believe how turned on she was. This was by far the best reluctant slave she had had. Trying so desperately to please but experiencing such deep humiliation in the process. Jenny was pretty sure that Bev would be crying herself to sleep quite a bit for the next year. She took her jeans off and tossed them to Bev who stood in front of her. She made sure that Bev saw the camera as she switched it on and pointed it at the reluctant slave. She was rewarded with a look of horror and shame that flashed across Bev's face. 'You don't mind if I take photos do you slave?' Through trembling lips and with tears in her eyes Bev replied in a quavering voice 'I exist for your pleasure Mistress.' 'Mmmm, of course you do slave. Go on, you have my jeans, what did you want to do with them?' Judy watched with a smile on her face as Bev bought the jeans to her face and started sniffing the crotch. Then she started licking them before sucking on them. Jenny took photos of her slave embarrassing herself. In an attempt to impress her captor Bev found the inside of the crotch of the jeans and started sucking on it. Finally she stopped and reluctantly, slowly, lifted her face. 'Mistress, is there any chance I could worship the panties you wear? I love worshipping your jeans mistress and thank you for allowing me to do that but is there any chance I could worship your panties?' 'But my slave they're a bit damp and dirty form watching you worship my jeans. I'd be a little embarrassed having someone see them like that.' 'Mistress, please, there's nothing you can do that would be embarrassing Mistress. You are perfect Mistress and everything that comes out of your body is perfect and deserves to be worshipped. Please Mistress, please let me worship your panties. I would be thrilled if I found some of your secretions in them Mistress, in fact, if it's okay with you Mistress, if I did I'd gladly clean them up.' Jenny realized that Bev was getting into a role as if she was acting in a play. While Jenny was amazed at the things that her slave was coming out with ... the video would be amazing ... she realized that her slave was escaping into the role in order to avoid the humiliation, degradation and shame she would normally feel. She decided to pull her slave out of that world and back into the real world.' 'Wow Bev, that was amazing!' she clapped loudly. Bev's face went a deep red as she blushed at the shame of what she'd just said. ' Jenny eased her panties off her ass and down her legs. She tossed them to the trembling woman. 'Go on Bev, show me how much you adore me and want to worship all my secretions.' As the slave lifted the warm panties to her face Jenny stopped her. 'Oh no slave, you begged me so nicely for my panties and I gave them to you, surely you should say something?' 'Of course mistress, I apologize Mistress, thank you so much for letting me worship you panties. Please may I do so now?' Jenny raised the camera. 'Of course you can slave. Look at the camera all the time. Those panties must be clean when you've finished and I expect to see a look of pure joy and happiness as you kiss, sniff, lick and even suck on every, and I do mean every, secretion in those panties ... I might not have wiped too well after some of my ablutions but you did say that any secretion of mine was worthy of worship.' My nipples were stiff with arousal, my pussy was wet with arousal aas I saw the look of disgust cross her face as she registered what I'd told her. The panties were actually pretty clean except for my pussy juices as I'm quite fastidious about wiping but her words had givenm me an idea that maybe the next time I had her serving me I might not be too concerned about my personal hygiene. I could see her fighting back tears as she worshipped my panties, there was a fleeting look of disgust as she first tasted my pussy juices. I did my best to capture her emotions with the camera. I accepted that I would probably have missed the emotions fleeting across her face, but I knew that the video camera hidden behind and above my left shoulder would capture them perfectly, I'd print off still from that video and create a photo album for my little slave. Finally I could take it no more I told her to come closer. When she was in range I grabbed her wrist and pulled down violently forcing her to her kneed in front of me, I spread my legs, grabbed a handful of her hair and as I lay back on the bed I pulled her into my crotch. 'I want your pace in my pussy bitch, I expect at least two orgasms before you can go.' In reality the first orgasm was already building in me as her face touched my pussy. The excitement of watching her degrade herself in front of me had pretty much brought me to the edge, feeling her reluctant face in my snatch was all it took and my body tensed and I shuddered as an orgasm wracked my body. The second orgasm took a little longer but I was still incredibly horny and wanted to cum. I held her face in my snatch, I rubbed my snatch up and down her face, rubbing everything from her chin up to her forehead in my juices. Finally I held her mouth against my snatch.' 'Do it bitch, worship my pussy. Let me hear how much you like worshipping your mistress.' I was rewarded with some moans and groans of what sounded like enjoyment as her tongue found my clitty and started playing with it. Then she amazed me by gently taking it between her lips and sucking on it. The moans of appreciation continued. I realized that she was doing her best to get me off so that she could end her misery as soon as possible but I figured she was doing such a good job there was no harm in letting her do it. She soon bought me to another shuddering orgasm, my legs wrapped tightly around her body as the waves of pleasure wracked my body. When I'd recovered I unwrapped my legs and let go of her hair. As she was moving away from me I stopped her. I sat up and took handfuls of her hair and rubbed it against my wet pussy, essentially drying all my juices and sweat and her saliva. 'Stand up.' She stood in front of me. Her make-up was a bit of a mess as was her hair. 'Comb your hair and touch your make up.' I watched carefully to make sure that she didn't clean herself up any more tan was necessary to redo her makeup. 'Very good slave. Now go to work and then home and act like nothing has happened. I will phone your boss and apologize for keeping you late. I'll explain that we were finalizing the contract details. I will contact you in a while for our next session. Like I say my slave, a year from now you'll be free and this will all just be a bad memory. Okay?' 'Thank you but why are you ...' 'Oh dear.' Jenny interrupted her, 'That won't do. You're talking to me like you think you're my equal. You're not, you're mu slave. What do you say?' Her shoulders sagged as I spoke and I could see tears welling up in her eyes ... again ... she was really going to be crying herself to sleep often. 'I exist for your pleasure Mistress.' 'You do. Now go, leave my scent on your face and in your hair. You can wash it off tomorrow morning. Come here.' She approached and it took one of her mascara pencils and put a dot on her scalp, another just under her fringe and one off center to the right underneath her shin. From a distance you couldn't see any of them, up close you could see the one under her chin but it looked like a freckle. If you wash your face or hair these will wash off. You will take photos of them before you go to bed tonight and I might phone you and ask you to take photos of them tomorrow morning. Let me take you to your car.' Bev packed her items up and followed Jenny to her car in the basement of the hotel. Bev watched her tormentor walk away and then burst into tears. She could not believe the disgusting things that she'd been forced to do. Eventually she pulled herself together. She phoned her boss who was full of congratulations. She explained that she wasn't feeling well and would like to take the rest of the day off. He happily agreed to it, again congratulating her on her work with the contract. === She drove home, not really concentrating on driving as her mind raced over what had happened and how it came about. At home, with the house to herself she poured herself a glass of wine and carried on thinking over things. She took the photos that Jenny had given her out of the envelope. They were damning. There was no way she would survive the resulting scandal if they were released. She lowered her head into her hands but then jolted upright remembering that the bitch's pussy juices were still in her hair. She went to the sink and washed her hands. Anger started replacing the feeling of helplessness that had engulfed her earlier. She was a successful businesswoman, she did things her way she did not allow others to control her! There had to be a way out of this. She thought back over the events that had led to her being where she was. As she thought back over things she realized that Jenny had manipulated an entire contract, worth thousands of dollars just to entrap her. That realization gave Bev a glimmer of hope, if Jenny was prepared to do that what other contracts had she manipulated or corrupted. She sat at her laptop and started researching Jenny. The problem, she knew, was that if I was to free myself properly I would need something worse on her than what she had on me. I searched for everything about her on the internet. As she was a successful business woman there was a fair amount about her. On LinkedIn I found her CV and browsed through it. I was about to close it when something struck me. I scrolled back up to her qualifications and looked at her university dates and degree. I'd attended the same university as her albeit a few years earlier. I phoned the university and asked some questions. I was right. The university had not yet started running the degree she claimed to have until three years later than the date she claimed to have graduated. Hope surged through me. If she lied about something like that then there had to be more. Unfortunately at that stage Graham came home. Bev moved her laptop to the study, kissed Graham hello and explained that she had some urgent work that needed completing that night. With a renewed energy she read through everything she had found and already been through. She had to be missing something! Hours and many cups of coffee later she was looking at a trade publication where Jenny was interviewed about a recent successful takeover bid she'd organized. There was a photo with a caption saying it was taken outside her house. Bev looked at the background and thought that there was no way that that was where Jenny had her listed address. She followed it up and discovered that Jenny had two houses. Two large houses. While she was successful there was no way Bev could imagine Jenny being able to afford both houses on her salary or any bonuses she might get. She looked at her watch, damn! It was too late to do tonight but she resolved that first thing the following morning she would contact the private eye the company used to occasionally check out the backgrounds of potential new hires or companies they were dealing with. In the meantime, having got over the humiliation of earlier that day and feeling that she had possibly found a way out of her predicament Bev was starting to feel a little better. But there was still the frustration of not knowing for sure if she was really on to something and she felt a need to take her frustrations out on someone. She left the study and headed for the lounge. Maybe chatting to Graham over a glass or two of wine would relax her. When she entered the lounge she was greeted with the site of Graham slouched across the couch, a beer in one hand, the remote in the other, wearing his nighty which had folded underneath him to reveal the panties she had been wearing the day before. She knew that he was doing those things because she'd told him to, and she knew that by doing them he was showing his remorse for having a stupid fling with some unknown woman at a convention, but right at that moment, seeing him looking as ridiculous as he did she felt a surge of anger. === 'Get to the bedroom now!' She commanded before she'd even had time to really think about it. He looked surprised but got up and headed for the bedroom. As he did Bev saw his growing erection and it angered her further. One mention of the bedroom and the idiot thought he was going to get sex. He was so used to wearing panties and nighties that he no longer realized just how pathetic he looked. She followed him into the bedroom where he stood with an expectant smile on his face, his erection tenting the front of his nighty. 'Kneel!' she commanded and was satisfied when he obeyed her immediately. She stepped out of the slacks she had been wearing and tossed them at him. 'They've been near my pussy and ass all day. Worship them. Sniff, lick and suck on them, and tell me how grateful you are.' She realized that she was making him do what Jenny had made her do earlier but in her state of anger she wanted to dominate someone, to humiliate them as she had been humiliated earlier. He put the trousers to his face and started sniffing them. 'Thank you Bev. Worshipping your clothing that has been so close you your pussy is incredibly erotic, thank you.' He licked and sucked at them, all the while making appreciative little moans. What angered her more was that his erection throbbed as he did so, the fucknut was enjoying it! She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her panties down to her knees. 'Crawl here.' she instructed. As he got closer to her she raised her legs while instructing him to continue coming closer then she spread her legs a little. 'I know you like worshipping me love, put your mouth where you know it belongs.' As he put his mouth against her pussy she put her legs down, one over each shoulder, the panties behind his head. 'Mmmmm, lick me lover, make me cum.' As he went to work on her she spread her legs which caused the panties to move back up her thighs, and as they were behind his head he found his head trapped between her splayed legs. She felt his face pressing into her crotch, his nose squashed against her pussy. The legs of the panties around her thighs dug into her skin and yet the discomfort felt erotic in a strange way. She imagined the panties like a steel band behind his head, pressing him against her. She played with her tits as he struggled between her legs. 'Yessss, yes, yes! Lick me sissy! Lick me! Reach into your panties and play with your dickette while you do but don't you dare cum. MMMMM, oh yes, carry on sissy, rub your face against my pussy, stick your tongue in me, come on , come on COME ON, YES!!!' As the orgasm built up in her she started scissoring her legs, pushing them together as if trying to squeeze his head between them and then snapping them wide causing the stretched panties to pull his head savagely back into her pussy. As she came she took a handful of his hair and mashed his face in her crotch. With his head trapped between her legs and her having a painful hold on a handful of his hair as she rubbed her pussy all over his face Graham was doing the best he could to get some air and also not to cum. He had never seen Bev so horny and, dare he say it, pornographic like, in their sex life before. With each passing week she seemed to get more dominant with their sex life. His cock throbbed and pulsed as he stroked it and he slowed down with his stroking in order to endure he didn't cum. 'Stop playing with your dickette.' Bev finally instructed. She lay there, her legs resting on his shoulders, has face still trapped although not as tightly, between her thighs. She lightly stroked over her body, giving herself goose bumps as she relived the past few minutes. She had never felt so aroused. Although she had hated being made to do things ironically she had enjoyed dominating graham. And as she lay there she did wonder would she be able to get him to do things that he found humiliating, in fact, she wanted to get him to do humiliating things. He had looked a little embarrassed as he had worshipped her trousers and she had found it was a huge turn on. Finally she sat up, unwrapped her legs from Graham and told him to put his hands behind his back. She use a pair of tights that were laying on the bedroom floor to tie them there. The she got an ice pack and put it down the front of his panties before pulling them tightly up. 'Please Bev, let me ...' She shushed him by gently putting a finger against his lips. 'Hush little one, I have plans for you. Don't be impatient.' She fetched his chastity device and put it on. Getting the rings around the base of his balls was the easy part, his actual cock was still slightly erect and so wouldn't fit into the tube easily. She squeezed on it and then pushed as much of it into the tube as she could. Then she lowly pushed the tube toward the waiting plastic prongs. She'd never put it on him before and she was amazed at how his dick seemed to find its way into the tube and also get smaller. Graham made the occasional noise of discomfort but she ignored him. Finally she had him locked away and she released his hands. She went to her wardrobe and fetched the sexiest nighty she had. When she wore it he got aroused straight away. She made him put it on. 'Go get me a glass of wine, you can have a beer and then we'll watch some TV si ... lover boy.' As he left the room I again felt the surge of anger. Why did he do as I said without putting up some resistance? No normal guy would just wear women's clothing as easily as he did surely? I knew I was being unfair. I had actually done what Jenny had done to me, forced him into that situation. I'd threatened him with a choice between divorce or wearing my underwear. Yes, it was his idea to wear a nightie too, and at the time I had wondered if maybe I'd been the cause of that but it had been his choice, his way to prove to me beyond a doubt that he had no intentions of cheating on me again. I recognized that I was taking out my frustrations on him, I was making up for my inability to stand up to that bitch by being a bitch to my husband. And yet despite recognizing that fact I still felt angry at him, I needed a real man, not a cross dressing panty wearing wimp. We watched TV and then we went to bed. I made it clear that he was going to stay in the chastity device for the night. === I was very disappointed when Bev locked me in the chastity device but I thought maybe it was part of the game. She'd been uncharacteristically aggressive in our love making that night. But when she turned off the light and rolled over to go to sleep I knew that this was no game. I'd worn the device during the day and it was actually quite comfortable once you got used to it. I usually lay on my stomach to sleep but the hard plastic of the device was uncomfortable so I lay on my side. I fell asleep quite easily. At one point during the night I woke up with pain around the base of my dick and balls where the ring went round. I realized that U was trying to get an erection and the result was that my growing dick was trying to pull the ring over my balls. I thought of all sorts of neutral things to get my erection to subside. Finally it did but it took me a while to get back to sleep. That happened again later and again I struggled to get back to sleep. When I awoke Bev had already left for work. Realizing I was late I