Brianna
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LUNCH
1/
For Steve, Friday couldn't come quickly enough. He had to put this
contract to bed. Get Brianna's signature on the deal with his name right
next to it. There was a promotion opportunity imminent, and while he had
once been a strong contender he was now aware that his sales slump was
hurting his chances of even getting an interview. If he wasn't closing
deals, why would anybody upstairs believe he could coach and inspire
others as a Sales Manager?
The big pool deal with Brianna would chase those worries away.
But it was more than that.
He just couldn't wait to see her again. She was mesmerizing. There show
site was quiet at the moment, despite the heat. The economy was down and
those with money were in the middle of the vacation season. So the few
times somebody entered, he looked up sharply, hopeful to see her again
before the end of the week.
But it was never her.
By Friday morning, driving to her home with his sales pitch, he was
speeding and dodging traffic.
2/
Before that, though, he had to fight - and repeatedly fail - to beat the
urge to wear her gorgeous, soft lingerie. Even when he'd dressed
regularly when he was younger, he'd never worn anything so exquisite.
The morning after meeting her, after hand-washing the luxurious clothing
to remove any marks of his cum, he merely held them again. Touched them
to his cheek. He didn't dare wear them to work.......and then, it was
all he could think about, all day.
Overwhelming fantasies making it impossible to concentrate on his job.
He was in the lilac lingerie, looking pretty, and then she was......God,
she looked so hot in his imagination. Modelling the lingerie, strutting
for him in heels.
"Want to wear my bra again?" she asked, instinctively unclasping it and
dangling it before him. He didn't even see her perky breasts, just the
straps and cups and lace. God, he needed to wear the bra again.
He spent the day at his desk, hiding erections. He explored the website
of the lingerie designer, Caroline Randell, and almost bit his tongue
when he saw how expensive her exquisite designs were. He'd never had
anything quite like it.......Maybe he could keep them. Maybe Brianna
hadn't even noticed they were missing.
And he could still close the deal. Win-win.
3/
That night he'd burst through the door, stripped naked, fastened the bra
on, pulled the panties up and furiously masturbated. Careful not to cum
in them this time.
After his eruption, ashamed, he fought the urge to remove the clothes.
Managed to keep them on, and then, after a while, started to enjoy
wearing them again. Thoughts of how pretty he could look with just a few
more items.
He watched television and imagined wearing the clothes of the female
characters. Soon he was hard again, but this time he just teased himself
until he fell asleep.
4/
He woke late. Hard as a rock, he quickly pulled his trousers over the
tenting panties and then, with the smallest of warning cries
reverberating through his mind like a siren he tried to silence, he put
a clean shirt on over the bra.
Nobody would see, he thought. Nobody would ever know and-
A sharp knock on the door.
"Shit," he muttered, quickly fastening the shirt buttons, but missing a
hole.
He opened the door.
It was his landlady. Kelsey. A real tomboy type. Younger than he was but
model hot. Especially when she was down and dirty conducting repairs
herself to save a little money. That cute face with the slight overbite,
marred by a delightful smudge of oil or grease.
"Rent's late," she said matter-of-factly.
"Look, I'm running late for work and-" he started to close the door.
She caught it with her foot. Grinning.
"Mister Mayfield," she smiled, emphasising his gender with a chuckle.
"Firstly, your bra is showing......"
She laughed as he panicked, fumbling with the buttons to fix them,
hiding the lace trim from view.
"Please-look-it's not-" he stammered.
She raised a hand. "Honestly, it's your business. I guess it's cute if
you're into that kind of thing. Ballsy, too. You do have balls, don't
you?"
He blushed instantly. He'd always felt inferior to Kelsey because of the
many MacGyver-type skills she seemed to possess. He could barely hang a
picture straight.
"I-it-"
She laughed again. "Stop stammering, girl. You always tell me you have
no money these days, that sales are slow. But look at you. That's a
designer label bra. You didn't pick that up in a thrift store."
"It's not what you think," he began. God, what could he tell her? I
really don't have rent money? I stole the bra? He couldn't tell anybody
that.
"I'm cutting you slack, struggling to put food on my table, while you're
playing dress up in designer clothes. Rent's due, girlfriend, or I'll
put you out on the street by the end of the month."
"I'm working on a sale. It's-"
"Work harder," she suggested, finishing his shirt for him, but leaving
the top button open. "Maybe show a little lace and cleavage. Close those
deals."
5/
At the office he quickly dropped his case and slipped his jacket behind
his chair.
He headed to the rest room, entered a cubicle and started to tremble.
He had been seen and now a secret so old he had almost forgotten about
it, had been discovered by somebody who saw him almost daily.
Alarmed, he leaned against the wall, shivering......and then holding
himself, massaging himself.
She had been so coy about it. Grinning. Laughing. Calling him
girlfriend.
He released himself from his trousers and gripped his erection. No tease
now. Just pumping, imagining the games Kelsey might play with him.
6/
Emerging from the rest room, all thoughts of keeping the lingerie were
lost now. In that zone of shame after masturbating, the only reason he
was still wearing the lingerie was because he didn't see how he could
hide it all day in the office.
He would get to his chair, put his jacket on and-
"Steve, check this out," Anna, the attractive Office Manager, called,
snapping her fingers. Slightly older, hair tied up, skirt and blouse
with smooth legs to die for.
He hadn't thought this way for years, but now, no matter where he
turned, there were hints and suggestions of femininity. Look at those
svelte legs, he thought, wishing his own were shaven and smooth.
She was stood at a notice board. He joined her, convinced she would see
what he was wearing. She was ruthless about her work, believing she had
to prove herself to stay ahead of the men when they already respected
her.
"I'm not seeing anything new," he said.
She laughed, touching his shoulder. Surprised by his flinch. Surprised
by what her fingers had felt under his shirt.
Did she know? Had she felt the bra? Convinced he was breaking out in
sweat, he wiped his brow.
"The date," she said. "Look at the date. He's leaving a week earlier. We
best get our applications in."
"We?" Steve asked. He had doubted for a while if he was a serious
contender, but he had never even considered Anna in the mix.
"You're still applying, aren't you?" she asked.
"I think," he mused quietly. They had a regular poker night. Anna
regular cleaned up, and he marveled now how truly good her poker face
was. She wasn't giving anything away. Did she know he was wearing a bra,
or had he got away with it? I've gotten away with it, he smiled
slightly.
"Why are you looking at me funny?" she asked.
"You're going for it?"
"Yes, why? Of course. That's a big bump in salary," she explained.
"Scared of the competition?"
"No. It's just-I didn't know you had a sales background."
"I'm not just a pretty face," she smiled, and then winked and grinned.
"But don't worry Steve. When I beat you, I'll need a pretty office girl
to help out around here."
His face baulked.
"Maybe you could apply for that."
7/
So on Friday, he was speeding through traffic, desperate to reach
Brianna's secluded address and rid himself of the underwear.
He needed to close the deal. He needed to return her lingerie. It felt
cursed. For years he had dressed and never been found out. Then, over
one foolish day, his landlady and a co-worker who might soon be his boss
had both discovered him wearing the bra.
His plan was to get inside and ask to use the restroom once more.
Quickly strip and remove the lingerie. Replace it in the hamper and then
dress again. Brianna would never know what he had done.
Right now, he felt so conflicted. For the first time in years he
actively wanted to dress, but how many warning signs did he need to
stop. He'd even stooped to stealing the lingerie he was wearing.
Another thought, this one comforting as he drove through the open gates
of Brianna's property. Two women in his life knew now. The cat was out
of the bag. So why stop dressing now? It couldn't get any worse than
that.
Could it?
8/
One of my favorite places in the world was the parkland just off my
property. Quiet, with just a few houses near it, I felt it was a
sanctuary away from the world. It was very private.
The morning Steve Mayfield was due out to see me with his pool
presentation and - perhaps - the return of the lingerie I no longer
desired to wear, I wandered until I found a spot near a bubbling brook.
I placed a strung blanket on the rough ground and rolled it out.
I lay down on my back and stared up to the canopy of trees, shafts of
sunlight dancing through the branches. I let myself become lost in the
patterns of light. It was so beautiful.
And safe.
Alone, here, nobody could touch me.
9/
Returning home, crossing a stile into my open grounds, I reached the
gazebo covered hot tub and turned it on.
I went upstairs and, for the first time in years, put a bikini on. I
didn't even look in the mirror at the scar on my breast. It wasn't
relevant anymore. I wouldn't be defined by it.
I thought about the pool guy taking my lingerie, and realised that, even
though he would be punished, he had actually helped set me free. I felt
empowered again, possessed of a strength and independence I hadn't
experienced in over a year.
I couldn't go out yet. Not out into the city. But I would be more
adventurous and daring than I had in months. I refused to be a prisoner
to the past.
I was getting ready to shine again. And that pool guy - Steve Mayfield -
who had violated me, would be with me in ways he couldn't even imagine.
It was unfortunate for him that he had stolen from a girl who needed an
outlet for a vengeance she had kept bottled up for far, far too long.
In the kitchen, preparing a salad for each of us, I thought about Andi.
I sliced angrily as I wondered what she and the others had done to the
man who had attacked.....I swallowed deeply, struggling to emerge from
the denial......raped me.
I put the plated salads in the fridge, only now realising I was crying.
My tears were not of sadness. But an anger that, as well as hurting me,
I had allowed my assailant into my mind. Allowed the fear he had created
to keep me prisoner in my own home. Not anymore, I vowed. Not anymore.
And poor Steve......Steve.........Stephanie, I smiled.......Poor
Stephanie had entered my world at just the wrong time. Unlucky, girl. I
hope you enjoyed the lingerie.
10/
Stephanie arrived right on time and found me in the hot tub soaking.
He.....Yes, he.....For now I'd let him hold onto the pronoun. I'd
already taken his name.....He approached, all a dither. I made him
freeze like a rabbit in bright headlights.
"Coming in?" I asked.
He lost his tongue. Did he know I was playing with him? Did he actually
think I was attracted to him? Or was it because, as I'd already noted,
he was wearing my bra and panties even now? Poor, poor Stephanie.
"I-it-I don't have any swim shorts," he began, making excuses on the hot
day.
"Your boxers will do," I suggested, watching him panic, eyes wide. "The
water's just Heavenly."
"I-no-I couldn't do that," he protested. "It wouldn't be professional."
I grinned. "Then head upstairs and, I think, in my laundry hamper
there's a dirty bikini. Just grab the bottoms and-"
"No," he blustered, eyes fearful at the realisation that I knew what he
had done. "No, no. I can't wear a bikini."
You know I've got you, don't you? I thought. And now, for the first
time, you're seriously wondering what I'll do. Call the police? Kick you
out without your precious sale? Could there be something worse?
I watched him fidget nervously. Just when it looked like he was about to
break and confess what he had done-
I stood. A real Ursula Andress moment, water pouring from my slender
body. He stared and I clocked his eyes finally stop on the scar......Not
my breast, but that horrible scar. Another reason to hate him.
Thief......Gawker......Should I run away and join the carnival? Sell
tickets?
I stepped onto the decking and said: "Lunch is prepared in the fridge."
I turned my back on him, wrapping a robe around my figure, and then
walked to the patio, putting a little sex in my stride just to keep him
in line.
11/
It had been so easy. I didn't know whether it was his submissive nature,
his need to do anything for a sale or fear that his theft of my lingerie
had been uncovered. But sweet Stephanie scurried off like a good girl,
passing the first litmus test I had prepared for him.
When he returned he had a tray. Two plates and glasses loaded with ice
and still lemonade. Cutlery. Serviettes.
I sat at the table. Let him see my open netbook, my homepage clearly
displayed on it:
https://briannagames.wixsite.com/homeofhumiliation
His lips began to quiver at the dominant images and ideals. "Is that
real?"
"The images are obviously not me because....." I would not falter. "But,
yes. I was just catching up on work while you served us. Sit down."
I gestured for him to remain on the grass, near my feet.
Another test. I always intended to punish Stephanie for what he had
done. But his responses here were dictating just how far I would go. I
would never impose my natural lifestyle too harshly on an unsuspecting
girl; but he knew who I was now. And, yet, he didn't walk away....
It was so easy. He was good and obedient. My intention was never to be
too cruel with him, but I did take his compliance as an indication that
he wanted this as much as I needed it after what had been taken from me
a year ago.
We ate and he discussed the pool, showed me the quote and some glamorous
CGI photos he had prepared of how it would look.
"I love this," I said, leaning down and pointing to a curved, stepped
area at the shallow end of the waters with my long nail.
I watched him gaze at my finger longingly. I smiled. Your time will
come, I thought.
I decided to test him some more, letting a lettuce leaf fall from my
fork.
"Silly of me," I whispered, watching it land on the grass near my feet.
"Yes. Obviously we can set the gradient of the steps how you like. This
cuts into the pool more than usual, but I thought it suited your grace,"
he carried on regardless, until he noticed my painted toe edging the
leaf towards him.
He looked at me.
"Well? Go on then," I told him.
After a moment, I smiled as Stephanie picked up the leaf and reluctantly
ate it. He was bewitched, and I was seduced by his submission. I felt
like a creature emerging into the light from hibernation; a long,
disturbed sleep. A nightmare that I had been trapped within.
But now I was waking. Truly alive again and ready to play.
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