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DOUG'S NEW LIFE -- 1. By Throne I had everything worked out. My financial future was secure, with investments and holdings that meant I would never need to have a job. My playboy lifestyle bought me into contact with many sexy women, and led me to the bedrooms of quite a few of them. My life was one pleasant day after another... until I met Jenna. She was tall. In fact, she was several inches taller than me. Her figure was stupendous, with oversize bust, bottom and thighs. She had a sweet face that seemed like it should be on a different girl. And that face was framed by long, thick, honey-blond hair. I met her at one of the upscale clubs I frequent and was struck by her large blue eyes and very full lips. The clinging dress she wore was electric blue and its plunging neckline and raised hemline showed her off quite nicely. When I approached her she was chatting with a rather mannish woman who had on slacks and a dress shirt. She wore flats but still stood eye-to- eye with Jenna. I ignored her and went right for my target, offering to buy Jenna a drink. She accepted and I made a point of paying with a large denomination bill. Introducing myself adds to the effect I like to produce, because even my name sounds expensive. Douglas Swarthmore. Call me Doug. I flashed my gold rings and casually mentioned that I liked this place because they had secure parking, which I required for my imported sports car. The woman she had been talking to drifted away. I was used to outclassing anyone I ran up against, so that was no surprise. My usual lines worked on Jenna and soon she was accepting my invitation to let me drive her to the coast, so I could show her the view from my beach house. Soon we were driving down the highway with the beach on one side of us and the hills on the other. I kept stealing looks at her fantastic body, eager to make it my next conquest. We got to my place and I put my arm around her as we ascended the exterior steps. She looked out at the ocean, over which a nearly full moon was riding high. I mentioned offhandedly that the beach was clothing optional and that from my porch I could watch the interesting mix of people it attracted. She asked a few questions about what I considered 'interesting' and I mentioned the queers and dykes that I was always amused to watch. That gave her pause. I guessed she was one of those annoying liberal types. But then I said that I had some exceptional champagne chilled and that it was time to open the bottle. I got a flute of the bubbly into her and gave her a refill but it seemed to have no effect. I, on the other hand, was becoming a bit tipsy. She insisted that we continue drinking and I certainly didn't want to admit that I wasn't handling it too well. So I had another. Just as I was preparing to make a few of my fancy moves -- a touch here and a kiss there -- she beat me to it. Jenna put her hand lightly on my thigh and leaned close to brush her sensuous lips across my ear. While her mouth was so close she whispered that she loved foreplay. That was welcome news. Not that I like to spend too much time warming up the ladies, but I really get off on having them pamper me. My date had a maddening way of teasing me without going too far. I only got to do what she allowed. Somehow she outplayed me at every move. She had me open my pants and remove them, even getting me out of my shorts. When I tried to seduce her out of that tight dress she playfully evaded my wish. When she began to unbutton my shirt I took it as a good sign. I wasn't pleased that I was shedding clothes though she wasn't, but in the end I expected to achieve my goal, so I didn't let it bother me too much. Somehow I wound up naked and she hadn't lost a single article of clothing. That was when she invited me out onto the porch. I'm rather modest about my body and didn't want to do it. She teased me playfully about taking risks and I didn't want to act prudish. That last flute of champagne had brought my guard down and she giggled as she refilled it, though she neglected to do the same to hers. In fact, now that I thought about it, maybe she hadn't even had more than the initial drink I poured. My glass in hand, stark naked, with her arm hooked through mine, I was led out onto the porch. That bright moon assured that I would be visible to anyone passing below. She said that if they were on that beach they were used to seeing nude people during the day, so it wasn't like they were going to be shocked or anything. Not able to counter-argue that, I stood there feeling uneasy. She rubbed her round hip against me and purred softly. I felt my crotch tingle. Her hand slid up and down my back, settling on one bare buttock. She gave my bottom a squeeze and I was struck by how much of a role reversal she had steered me into. Jenna put one finger on the bottom of my glass and directed it up to my mouth, almost feeding me the remainder of my drink. She took the glass from me and set it on the wooden railing. Her eyes burned into mine. "You know what would be incredibly sexy?" she said, her voice a mix of sugar and spice. "If I were to sit on one of those chairs over there and you were to go down on me." A shiver ran through me. I explained, "That's not something I enjoy, dear. Now if you wanted to do something like that for me, it would be different." That was supposed to make her feel guilty and sway her into giving me head, preferably back inside, but she simply appeared amused, like she thought I was joking. She said, "I'm sure you'd like kissing the pink if it was with me, Doug. And your reward would make it worthwhile even if you didn't." I fidgeted, not accustomed to having my desires thwarted, even temporarily. But she was impossibly gorgeous and I didn't want to ruin her mood and have to drive her back into the city. So I smiled back at her, as if I was easygoing enough to adjust to her wants, and put out my arm, hoping at least to get her back indoors. She ignored it and moved to one of the lounge chairs, sitting down, hiking up her dress, and inviting me to remove her panties. She told me, "I'm sure you'd like doing that." It would have been better if she had done it herself, but by then I had been manipulated into having to comply. With that unnamed 'reward' being dangled before me, I got on my knees and lay my upper body on the lower portion of the chair, so that my face was near the juncture of her smooth legs, and eased her panties down and off. Was that a smirk on her features? I wasn't sure. She reached down and took hold of my ears, coaxing me forward. I had a moment of panic. What was happening to me? But then her murmuring voice told me not to worry, that she would help me along, if this was my first time. Without thinking, I admitted, "Well, I haven't done it before. I mean, I know how it works but..." She said, "It's all right. I'm sure you'll be a quick learner, my little virgin. Now start licking, very lightly, and I'll guide you through everything. Don't worry, you'll learn to love it." Jenna sounded like she was talking to an inexperienced girl on her first date. Yet she had already shown that she was playful and confident, setting an easygoing mood with her calling the shots. So I couldn't object to anything she was doing. I might have been able to think of a way to back out, if I hadn't been so distracted by what was about to happen. It had always seemed unmanly to me to serve a woman that way. Even so, with no alternative suggesting itself to me, I did as instructed. Jenna made an approving sound and, as eager as I was to please her by then, it seemed like I had accomplished something important already. I continued, following the directions she gave me and not objecting when she made comments about me being so cooperative and being a natural at what I was doing. My date kept me down there, in that rather awkward position, doing something I didn't really want to do, for almost an hour. She kept slowing me down to extend her pleasure. She even referred to me once as her girlfriend, which I found disturbing. She coached me through giving her three orgasms, all of them very wet, so that I had to lap up and swallow her juices. My mouth was getting tired but she was insatiable. At last she was done and she put one hand on the back of my head to indicate that I should stay where I was. With my bare bottom exposed, I couldn't relax as she enjoyed coming down from her trio of climaxes. At last she pushed me away and got gracefully to her feet. "Well," she said breathily. "Time for your reward, lover. Of course, after the fantastic job you did, I don't want sex. But I want to give you a thrill, too." She put her hands on my bare shoulders and backed me up against the rail. There was one length of wood pressing against my ribs, and the other against my upper thighs. That meant my butt was completely exposed, even framed. Jenna looked over my shoulder and said, "Mmm. There's a pair of lovebirds taking a stroll. See them?" I turned my head and spied two young women, one with an arm around the other. They paused and exchanged an unhurried kiss. I think it's hot to watch lezzies on my computer, but having a couple of them right there was unsettling. I wanted to go inside. I wanted to put on some clothes. But Jenna gripped the rail and pinned me where I was. She rubbed against me suggestively. Her mouth barely touched mine for an instant. She whispered, "This is so sexy, Doug. I want to make you feel so good." I relaxed somewhat. Her hands came up and began to toy with my nipples. That too was unmanly in my mind, but it was also exceptionally stimulating, and I gasped and pushed my chest forward. My penis got stiff and she moved her hips so that the front of her dress teased my erection. I couldn't stop myself from whimpering with need. The twosome on the sand had stopped and were embracing, their hands all over each other. Jenna made me look again. I don't know if she understood the depth of my unease concerning the girl-girl couple. She duplicated some of their moves, holding me tenderly, nibbling on my ear, as if we were them. It was dizzying. Jenna kept me there, her talented fingers working, her lips repeating that feathery touch, now against my mouth and then over my ears. I was being driven wild with desire, but she had already made it plain that I wasn't going to get laid. She tugged at my nipples while biting my neck. I yelped and, in alarm, looked down to the beach. The girls were looking up, plainly seeing my rear end. I tried to get past Jenna but she wouldn't allow it. The females laughed to see a naked man being handled that way by a fully clothed female, and then went on their way. I was humiliated but tried not to let it show. After what must have been at least an hour, Jenna ceased her expert teasing and let me step away from the rail. She slapped my bottom hard and laughed. Trying to be a good sport, I faked a laugh of my own. She had stage-managed our entire evening and I hadn't gotten what I wanted so much. I was determined to put that right, to conquer her, and to repair the damage that had been done to my male ego. At the same time, I was still intoxicated by her knockout body and precious face, so I didn't want to drive her away while making my conquest. But I wasn't going to stop until I won. We made a date to see each other three nights later, at that same club where we had met. I drove her back up the coast, feeling fidgety the entire way. ****** In the intervening days I got myself calmed down and feeling self- assured. On the phone Jenna said she had a ride to the club, so I wouldn't have to pick her up. When I got there she was at a table -- with that same butch woman I had seen her with the first night. I went over, telling myself that the last thing I needed was to make a scene. I went to them and nodded to Jenna. She gestured me toward a seat. "This is my friend," she told me chirpily. "Andy." When I looked at the stranger inquiringly, Andy explained, "It's actually Andrea, but nobody calls me that." Instead of saying something snide, which is what I wanted to do, I nodded my head and said, "Nice to meet you. Again." I didn't offer my hand. Then I looked at Jenna, intentionally excluding her friend, and said, "I have an invitation to a private party. It's really exclusive. And then we could go back to my place at the beach." Her lack of enthusiasm was unmistakable. But she said yes and that was what was important. I wanted her out of that place and away from Andy. The unfeminine woman said to my date, "I'm going to head over to Red Randy's. I'll let you know what happens. When I see you." Jenna was suddenly undecided. She looked at me with a troubled expression. I asked her what was the matter and she told me, "Red Randy's is this really cool nightspot. The most exciting people show up there. And it's just that... well..." Around Andy she was acting much less sure of herself. I liked seeing her be more dependent but what I wanted was for her to depend on ME. Still, maybe I could turn this to my advantage. I would take charge and show her and Andy how capable I was. I said that Red Randy's would be fine and wanted to know if Jenna could direct me there while I drove. She could, so off we went, leaving Andy alone. It was a short drive to the place, which was outside the city and down a long access road. When we arrived I saw plenty of cars in the lot that were as pricey as mine, along with flashy custom ones and several motorcycles. We went to the door and were met by a giant of a man who had on leather pants and a matching vest, with nothing under it. His feet were shod in high boots. His moustache was thick and reached down to his jawline. Instead of showing a personality that matched his looks, however, he gave Jenna a smile and said, "Hello, dear. Where's Andy?" She told him her friend would be around later and he waved us inside. I didn't have time to think about any of that because, as we entered, I was assailed by red lights playing over a bizarre crowd. There were men who looked like women and visa versa. Some people wore latex and others were clad in imported fashions. A few were more naked than covered. We moved through them, toward the bar, where a mean-faced girl with short hair was serving drinks. There were stools with low backs and we sat in two of those. Jenna was her assured self again as she ordered drinks for both of us. The woman held up her fist and my date bumped it with her own. I sat there feeling out of place, but at the same time fascinated by some of the figures around me. There was a woman who was dressed sluttishly with too much make-up. By her side was a muscular Black man in a sleeveless T that showed off his powerful arms. Kneeling alongside the woman was a much smaller man, in nothing but panties, who hung his head in shame. I understood somehow that the woman was his wife and the imposing Black guy was her date or lover. It chilled me and, when I noticed my drink had arrived, I took a long swallow. A gay couple, both in wildly effeminate costumes, one dressed as a maid and the other as a harem girl, were flitting about, trying to draw male attention. They joined hands and moved to the center of the room where they halted and gave each other a lingering kiss. Sick exhibitionists. I looked at Jenna and said, "We don't fit in here." She replied, "I suppose you don't." Before I could say anything else, I spotted Andy coming in the door. She was now wearing an outfit that had a military cut to it, and carrying a swagger stick. As she moved toward us, I squared my shoulders. I just wanted to get Jenna back to my place and finish what I had started. Andy took the seat on my date's other side and they chatted for a moment. Andy leaned in so she could see past my date to me. "Jenna says you want to fit in," Andy told me with a wink. "That's the right thing to do." I didn't want to fit with that crowd, and I didn't want to be told by Andy what was or wasn't right. But I didn't want the evening to go awry, so I told her that was what I wanted. She waved to the bartender and said something confidential. The server vanished into the back room and returned right away, carrying an unfamiliar item. It was startled to see that it was some sort of leather device. Jenna eased me out of my sport coat and pulled my arms behind me. I was still trying to think of something to say to make her reconsider, but how could I contradict what I'd already told her, about wanting to fit in. She slipped straps around my wrists and fastened them, giving me a sudden feeling of helplessness. Then she closed something around each of my elbows and moved them closer to one another. Much closer. And fastened them that way. I gritted my teeth and tried not to make a sound. Taking me by one arm, she helped me to stand. I saw in the bar mirror that my wrists were held near each other by a short length of chain and my elbows were pulled uncomfortably toward each other by bands passed around them and joined by another few links of chain. "Come on," my date said as if this was the most normal occurrence. "Let's take a little walk around and maybe make some new friends." Andy had a drink by then and raised her glass to salute me, even as Jenna walked me away. Feeling anxious and vulnerable, I moved through the red-lit crowd, being looked over by those we passed. A guy in leather gave my arm a squeeze, as if testing my suitability for... what? A woman in red patted my bottom with a rubber paddle, smiling mischievously as she did it. A flamingly gay couple insisted on buying me a drink. Jenna sat at their table and made me kneel alongside her. When my drink came, a large glass of something bright yellow, with a big paper flower in it, she took it and held it to my lips, telling me to sip. It was strong but I thought it might calm me, so I took the longest sip I could. The three of them laughed. The fags asked about me and she told them I was a newbie, still finding out what my tastes were. They told her that if I turned out to have certain proclivities, they would be glad to help me discover more about what I preferred. By the time I finished that potent drink, made the rest of the circuit around the room, and returned to our place at the bar, I was pretty shaken up. We resumed our seats, which Andy had saved for us. I asked humbly to please have my wrists released. Jenna said it was too soon. She ordered me another of those drinks and fed me the entire thing, a bit at a time. After that I was really off kilter, mentally and physically. My date announced that I had to try one more thing, and then we could go back to my place. Relieved, I asked what it was. She giggled and signaled the bartender, who produced a pair of peach-colored panties with ruffles covering their seat. She said I had to put them on and make one more trip around the club. I opened my mouth to say something but noticed Andy gesturing to some other women. They crowded around me, forming a human modesty-shield. At least no one would see me changing. But how could I change with my arms incapacitated? The gay couple appeared and slipped between two of the women. They eagerly removed my shoes and got me out of my slacks, their hands brushing my legs repeatedly. They joked about who would get to lower my shorts and decided one would do that and the other would get me into the panties. I felt my cheeks grow hot with humiliation. I couldn't do anything but try to get through this. My boxer shorts went down and the guys admired my three-piece set. I felt straying fingers on the insides of my thighs. Then I had to step into the panties, which involved more unwanted contact. There was lots of giggling as they both adjusted the lightweight garment and then they were finally satisfied. Jenna unbuttoned my shirt, hiked it up in front, and tied the ends together, calypso style, baring my midsection. She steered me away from the bar and once more into the throng of patrons. I was many times more bothered this trip, with so much skin revealed, wearing that mortifying bit of lingerie, while I was slowly -- way too slowly -- taken around. People felt freer to make comments and to touch me. I tried to retreat but Jenna kept hold of my arm, so all I succeeded in doing was hurting myself. At one point someone blindfolded me. I felt a hand between my legs. Then Jenna's voice asked me if I liked the way I was being handled. I took a deep breath and said I liked what she was doing (even though my level of shame was still rising). She said it wasn't her who was touching me, and I almost fainted. I could have been either a woman... or a man. Someone fed me yet another drink. After more than an hour, I was at last back at the bar and Andy expertly released me from my bondage. I even thanked her. She just smirked at me, as if she knew something I didn't. Still without my pants, I stood there quivering. Jenna took me by the arm again and walked me outside. I was horrified to be on the front walk wearing those panties. Several people heading into Red Randy's looked me up and down. She said that she would drive, for which I was grateful. I wanted my clothes back but was too intimidated to ask for them. We set off for my beach place. When we got there she told me to remove the shirt but leave those panties. I was in such a confused state, and somewhat intoxicated, so I simply obeyed. She remained clothed but had me slip her panties down her legs. Still in her dress, she got onto my bed on her back, spread her shapely legs, and pointed at her crotch. I got into position and demonstrated that I still remembered the lessons she had taught me on our first date. I gave her a pair of noisy orgasms and then she told me it was time to sleep. I stayed like I was and she stripped completely. Unclothed, her figure was even more mouthwatering than I had anticipated. Jenna slipped into a deep sleep while I lay there, terribly frustrated by not being able to have sex with her, shaken up by my time at the club, and having trouble dealing with how I had been relegated to serving her with my mouth. The next morning she insisted that I stay in the panties. It was humiliating but I didn't fight back. Something inside me had changed. I still wanted to possess her, to show her how much of a man I was, but told myself I wasn't ready yet. I needed time. She had made me uncertain about my authority. That was how we fell into a pattern of dating, with every trip to the bedroom ending with me licking her pussy while I wore panties. Me, a wealthy man who was accustomed to using women and then discarding them. Still, I kept telling myself that I just needed a while longer. ****** Three months later she was still denying me sex, even though she was light and airy about it. I simply couldn't assert myself. It was as if that ability had been taken from me. Then she said that our relationship needed to move forward. We should get married. I tried to stall for time but she made persuasive arguments and shortly I agreed. It was like I was in a strange dream. Then I told myself that this was my opportunity. Once we were wed I could assert myself over my new wife and redo everything the way I wanted. Of course. It would be perfect. She also decided that I would be sexier to her if I got rid of my body hair. She bought one of those new devices that crystalizes the hair or something, eliminates it, and prevents it from coming back for a few months. I wasn't happy about it but was still thinking in terms of keeping her happy until I could turn things around. It felt funny to find myself hairless, pink all over, and so smooth. She also gave me lightly perfumed lotions to apply to my soft skin, to prevent me from suffering any sort of irritation. I applied them several times a day and she frequently checked to make sure that there was no hair anywhere. That last process was demeaning but I put up with it. I just wasn't able to say no. But my turn was about to come. On the day of our wedding, I was nervous but optimistic. Then I got a small parcel delivered to my door. Express. Rush. I opened it and found a pair of sexy red panties made of some satiny material. There was a note from Jenna. It said WEAR THESE UNDER YOUR TUXEDO PANTS. DO IT FOR ME. Well, I thought, one more time wouldn't destroy me. So I put them on, feeling their silkiness as they went up my hairless legs. I was very aware of them when I went to the ceremony. But I stopped thinking about that when I saw who Jenna's maid of honor was. It wasn't the petite girl who had been there for the rehearsal. It was Andy. In a flashy tux. I couldn't believe her audacity. Too late to do anything about it then, my mind going in three directions after all these unwelcome surprises, I went through the wedding like a man sleepwalking. At the reception I whispered something to Jenna about getting out of those panties but she just shushed me. I wanted to say something about how effortless it was going be for me to pay for all this, just to flaunt my wealth, but I lacked my usual bravado. When we danced together I noticed her looking at Andy. I was glad when it was all over. We went to the room we had reserved in the same hotel where the reception took place. Once we were there she had me strip down to just the panties. When I went to remove them she stopped me. "Don't you dare," she said merrily. "I've gotten to like you that way. All hairless and soft to the touch. You're sort of like a girlfriend to me." That was my breaking point. I snapped at her and said that things were going to be different from then on. For starters, I told her, she wasn't allowed to see Andy anymore. Jenna got out her cell phone and said I could tell Andy myself. I was feeling brave, thinking that I would just say it into the phone, but she was calling her friend to tell her to come to our room. Andy was still in the building and was happy to comply. I could hear the panic in my voice as I asked Jenna to call her back and tell her not to come. "It's our honeymoon," I pointed out, sounding desperate even to myself. "Please." "No," she told me firmly. "This has to be settled now. A lot of things have to be settled. I expect to be married for a long time, so we're going to get everything straight between us right now." I was still trying to convince her when there was a knock at the door. In the red panties, I was made to answer and looked up at Andy, who pushed past me and went to my bride. Andy said, "Are you all right, babe? Did he do anything to you?" "I'm fine. But he's being a jerk. Trying to tell me I can't see you." Andy glowered at me. "Listen. Jenna and I have known each other a long time. We've been very close. I was willing to give her up if you could make her happy, but it looks like you're a loser. Maybe I should show you how I feel right now." Her tone had turned threatening. I looked to my wife, who was not sympathetic. She told Andy, "He has been kind of like a lezzie lover to me. I keep him in panties and the only thing he's allowed to do with my body is lick my pussy. I wouldn't mind continuing that way... if I could still be with you, too. We could be a threesome." The tall woman grinned evilly. She went to me and twisted my arm behind my back to make me agree to that arrangement. I yelped and said I would do it. Andy got my pants and took my wallet and cell phone. She called room service and said she wanted them locked in the safe. When the bellboy showed up I ran into the bathroom and cowered there while my money, credit cards and IDs vanished, along with my phone. When I meekly reappeared, Andy stood there with her hands on her hips. She said, "If your going to be Jenna's girly lover, you'll have to look the part. Not that you're very manly to begin with, rich boy. Let's make you even prettier." My new wife got her cosmetics from her purse and they made me sit on the room's single chair. Together they went to work on my face, working quickly and smiling at each other. I sat there numbly, not able to respond. After the way Jenna had been controlling our relationship, and now having my hopes of changing that dashed, I felt powerless. I was like putty in their capable hands. They finished with my face and used a brush and a styling product on my hair. Then they stood me up and walked me back into the bathroom. When I saw myself in the full length mirror, Andy had to support me so my suddenly weak legs wouldn't collapse. I was looking at a slender, flat-chested girl. With no body hair and my genitals hidden in the panties, that's what I resembled. My face didn't contradict that impression. I had blue eye shadow and my lashes had been thickened, plus there was blush on my cheeks and my mouth was a bright red pout. Even my hair betrayed any attempt to look manly. It was swept up in front and held that way with the gel or whatever it was, and made fuller on the sides too. I wanted to cry. What kind of reaction was that from a husband on his wedding night? I should be bedding my bride but instead had been turned into -- oh no! -- her male lesbian lover. I hugged myself. Having my arms across my chest made it appear that I was trying to hide a pair of breasts. That just enhanced my new girly look. I bit my lower lip and blinked back tears. Andy said, "Your Doug looks like a virgin about to be deflowered. So maybe we shouldn't call him by that boy name anymore. How about... Dee Dee?" She gave my rump a hard pinch and I let out a high pitched yelp. Andy said I should keep my voice high while I was in my femme mode. I managed to answer, "Y... yes, Ma'am," in a whispery falsetto. They had even robbed me of sounding like myself. How much worse could this get? I tried to hold onto my self-image as a wealthy gadabout. As someone with money to squander. A guy who had always succeeded with women. But my effort failed and all I could relate to was my new persona... Dee Dee. On honeymoon with my wife Jenna. What was going to happen next? ****** (We'll find out what transpires in the second, concluding chapter. Service, humiliation and more will be the newly christened Dee Dee's lot.)