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Panty Thief Stepbrother Chapter 1 - Arriving Home Camden Jesse Howell arrived home at his mother and step-father's house after completing graduate school with a master's in business administration. He had managed good enough grades for his step-father to hire him as a junior executive in his real estate brokerage. Camden's plan was to take the summer off, and then start with the company in the fall. Parking his late model BMW convertible that was a gift from his mother and stepfather when he graduated with his bachelor's degree. He liked the luxury of it, the status it conveyed, and knowing it helped him attract women. At 5'6", Camden was short for a male, slim, had slight features on his face, and large doe eyes. Few women were attracted to his physical appearance, but they were attracted to his outgoing personality, stylish attire, confident demeanor, and the well off family that he came from. He was careful to always dress smart and present a good image of himself to women he dated. Camden knew that women found confidence to be attractive. He also knew they were attracted to a man with good career prospects. He had dated several women who were into him for his money, and he led them on believing a long term relationship was possible, only to dump them after having a couple of months of physical intimacy with them. Parking his car in the driveway, Camden climbed out, pushed his longish sandy brown hair behind his ears, and walked in the large basement of the house. He was looking forward to his last summer spending his mom and step dad's money before being able to do what he wanted. They would be away this summer as his step dad Joseph and mother Erin were taking a long summer in Europe. Joseph had taken a brief leave of absence from his business to take Erin on a second honeymoon. Camden would never admit it to himself, but he was practically the spitting image of his mother, except that she had womanly curves, while he was rail thin. Joseph was a tall muscular man at 6'3", had closely black cropped hair, and had hazel eyes. Camden would be sharing the family home this summer with his younger step sister Kendra. She was 20, had just finished her sophomore year in college and had a full scholarship to Duke to be on their volleyball team. She was 6'1" in height, and towered over her older stepbrother. While Kendra was relatively slim, she was definitely stronger than Camden. The two of them hadn't gotten along well since their parents had been married. Camden felt resentment at being so much shorter than his younger stepsister and Kendra was creeped out knowing that Camden was sexually attracted to her and did a poor job of hiding it. Camden was attracted to his stepsister despite her being taller than him, he thought she was gorgeous. Many guys were turned off by a taller woman, but Camden thought it was strangely erotic. In the basement, Camden found Kendra's dirty laundry by the washer. Camden figured their maid had brought it downstairs and left it to do another chore. A pair of pink satin panties were laying on top of the pile. Camden had a fetish for beating off into girl's panties and this was too good a chance to pass up. Grabbing the panties, Camden dropped his pants and enveloped his hardening dick with the panties. The cool satin felt wonderful against his hard dick, much better than the tight feeling of the latex condoms his last girlfriend had always made him wear, even when she provided him oral sex. Stroking his dick, Camden gasped loving the wonderful feeling of the panties against his dick. He knew it was wrong, but he was planning on using Kendra's panties to satisfy his fetish this summer. He'd be sure to wash and replace them after using them of course. Not even three minutes after starting stroking, he shot a huge load in the pink panties covering his dick. "I hoped you enjoyed that Cammie," came an authoritative voice from behind him. Panicking Camden turned around to see Kendra filming him with her iPhone. His face, pale as a ghost, struggled for something to say, "This isn't what it looks like," was the only thought that came to his mind. A broad smirk came over Kendra's face. One that scared Camden. Chapter 2 - Consequences "So what am I going to do with my pervy stepbrother Cammie?" Kendra asked. "You must have a panty fetish." Camden winced, at being called Cammie as hated that name. Kendra knew this and used it to taunt her older step brother every chance she got. This didn't seem like the time to argue with her though. "Please don't tell Mom and Joseph about this," Camden pleaded. He feared that if his step father Joseph suspected he was some sort of pervert that his job this fall would be threatened. "Well Cammie," Kendra said while uploading the video to the cloud on her phone. "I'm not sure, I feel safe living in the same house as you this summer. Our parents even gave the maid the summer off. She's back in Puerto Rico with her family. Maybe I could forget about this if you agree I'm in charge, for the entire summer." Panicking, this seemed like the best option to Camden. It would probably be humiliating and degrading, but it would just be a few months, then he'd be out of the house, with a place of his own, and making lots of money working for Joseph's company. Camden nodded his head to agree with his stepsister. Not satisfied with Camden's non-verbal communication, Kendra prodded him, "Say it Cammie, or else." Kendra was waving her phone in the air. Reluctantly, Camden said the words, "You're in charge this summer." "And what's your name?" Kendra asked with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. She had waited so long to get the upper hand on her stepbrother and now she had it, and was going to exploit it. Camden sighed knowing what the right answer was. He couldn't meet Kendra in the eyes when responding, and instead dejectedly stared at the floor, "Cammie, my name is Cammie." "Good girl," Kendra responded. "Now put those panties on, and go to your room and sit on your bed, wearing only them." Sighing, Cammie pulled off his shirt and stepped into the panties, feeling gross as the panties clung to his skin where his wet and slimy cum had stained the panties. Unfortunately for Cammie, he had deposited a monster cum load in the panties. "Now march off to your room and sit on your bed, until I get there," Kendra ordered. Cammie hung his head in shame and meekly walked off to his bedroom. As he walked away, Kendra smirked at the huge wet spot on the ass of his panties. She figured it looked like Cammie had been fucked by a man and had leaked the man's cumload into her panties. Chapter 3 - Punishment Cammie sat on his bed for nearly a half hour before Kendra came in. She was holding a bottle of lotion and a pink towel. "I need you to go take a shower. Use the maid's quarters. Rub this lotion on your body before getting in the shower, and when you are done you can use this towel to dry off." Cammie meekly nodded and walked off, not having any fight in him at the moment. The shower in the maid's quarters was clean but spartan and contrasted sharply with the recently remodeled walk in shower in his bedroom. Rubbing the lotion on his body, Cammie noted the strong pungent smell. Hopping in the shower, Cammie rinsed and soaped up, relieved to have the feeling of his own cum off his skin. Less relieving was seeing his body hair wash down the drain. He had never been the hairiest of guys, but without hair, his arms and legs looked downright frail and outright feminine. He pouted knowing how much control Kendra would have over him this summer. Getting out of the shower, Cammie dried off his now hairless body. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he walked out of the bathroom to find Kendra sitting on the bed in the maid's quarters. "Take off the towel," Kendra ordered. Cammie sighed and meekly complied. "Now we need to make sure that you don't jerk off into any panties this summer," she said. Pulling out a metal chastity cage, she said, "You'll be wearing this all summer, non-negotiable. You need to learn self control anyway." Cammie had heard about those dreaded things. Some guys in his dorm had tried an event called Locktober, where the guys competed to go the entire month of October without unlocking, with the winner getting the money they pooled before the month. No one had made it longer than two weeks. Seeing Cammie hesitate, Kendra got serious, "You can either go put this on in the bathroom yourself, or I can force it on you, right here and now." Kendra's voice was loud and authoritative. The thought of being physically overpowered and locked in chastity by his younger step sister was too humiliating to bear. He reached out his hand, and took the chastity device and retreated back into the bathroom to place on the device. It wasn't hard to figure out, the ring went behind his testicles, and the cage went over his dick. Turning the key on the internal lock he returned to Kendra and handed her the key.. Kendra smiled at Cammie's submission to her and tapped her step brother lightly on his head. "You and I are going to have so much fun this summer Cammie." Cammie felt his jaw drop figuring that Kendra was about to have the summer of her life. He doubted his summer would be as enjoyable. On the bed was a small box, it contained B-cup breast forms. Kendra had worn them when she was younger and concerned about her appearance. Squirting the adhesive on the box of them, she placed them up against Cammie's chest and told her step brother to hold them until the adhesive set. Cammie was aghast at having breasts but didn't object. He hoped that Kendra would get tired of this game if he submitted to her. The breasts were followed by white satin panties and a white satin bra. Kendra smirked at how cute, small, and virginal Cammie looked. While Cammie had been in the shower, she had retrieved a box of clothes from storage from years ago when she was Cammie's height. As she was much younger then, they weren't of the sort that a person her age, much less Cammie's age would wear. She pulled out a white long sleeved turtleneck sweater and pink corduroy overall bib dress. Cammie was horrified at not only the clothes, but how juvenile the clothes looked. "Put these on Cammie," Kendra ordered. The look in her eyes told Cammie that resistance was futile. Reluctantly, Cammie pulled the shirt over his head, and pulled the dress up his body, before snapping the straps of the overalls. Cammie smoothed out the dress over his body and noted the dress came a few inches short of his knee. He reluctantly put on the white stockings and pink low heeled oxford dress shoes. Sitting him down at the vanity in the maid''s quarters, Kendra brushed out his longish brown hair and applied a bit of mascara and lip gloss. Looking in the mirror, Cammie was surprised how much he actually looked like a girl. Kendra smirked at her feminized step brother. "All right little sister," Kendra started. "I'm hosting a beginning of summer party for my friends tonight. Your job is to go out and purchase alcohol for it." "What?" Cammie stammered. "You're not 21 yet. I can't buy you and your friends alcohol." "Sure you can," Kendra said. "That is unless you want me to send a certain video to my Dad." Cammie sighed, knowing he'd be going to the liquor store dressed as he was. Chapter 4 - Shopping A short time later, Cammie was in his car driving to the liquor store. He had decided to go to the one further away in hopes of avoiding running into anyone he knew. On the passenger seat of his car was a pink clutch purse with his ID, credit cards, money, a list of what to buy and a couple condoms that Kendra had slipped in with a wink. Arriving at the store, Cammie got out and walked in the store and grabbed a cart. Working her way through the store, he purchased everything on the list which basically amounted to one or two handles of each type of liquor, plus several bottles of wine. Everything was top- shelf. Cammie sighed at knowing how much this was going to cost him. While his mother and stepfather provided him a good allowance, the money was finite in amount, and the last place he would have voluntarily chosen to spend it was on his stepsisters and her friends. Feeling the bra tightly constricting on his chest and the metal chastity cage constraining his penis, Cammie knew he was completely under his sister's control until she decided otherwise. The clerk gave him a good look over when he went to check out. Cammie knew full well that in his ridiculous outfit that he looked much younger than his true age. "Let's see your ID, Missy," the clerk stated. Blushing at the clerk referring to him as a girl, Cammie fished his ID out of his purse and handed it to the clerk. The clerk reviewed it noting the date of birth and comparatively drab picture compared to the young lady standing before him. But he missed the gender marker as his eyes didn't gravitate toward that. Still though, he made the girl in the photo to be the one standing before him. He did wonder why any 24 year old would wear such a juvenile outfit, but that wasn't his concern. That said, he thought the young lady looking before him looked really cute and openly leared at her under the false pretense of determining her age. Cammie felt very awkward and more than a little vulnerable at the older man checking him out. He breathed a sigh of relief when the clerk finally handed him back his ID and continued to ring up the purchases. Cammie used his credit card to pay the bill which was well in excess of $400. Sighing at the total, Cammie declined the lecherous clerk's offer to help in taking his purchases to his car, and placed the boxes containing the liquor into the cart and wheeled it out to his car and put the purchases in the trunk. He didn't look back to be sure, but Cammie was sure he could feel the clerk's eyes trained on his backside as he exited the store. After returning the cart, Cammie got back in his car and stopped off at the grocery store as his sister wanted mixers and snacks for the party. Cammie quickly made his way to the appropriate aisle and quickly put a few 12 packs of pop and various chips and pretzels in the cart. He decided to use the self checkout hoping to avoid another encounter with a clerk. Unfortunately for Cammie, his plan came crashing down when the machine malfunctioned and he had to press the button calling for a clerk. The clerk who came over to help was a tall 21 year-old male with neatly styled blonde hair, angular features on his face, a good figure and piercing green eyes. Cammie thought the young man was attractive, and then scolded himself for thinking that way about men. "Can I help you, miss?" the clerk asked. "The machine isn't scanning," Cammie said, in a voice that was higher and whinier than he realized. "Let me help you out," the clerk said with a smile and a wink. "I'm Ashton." "Cammie," he said, blushing, realizing that the clerk found him to be attractive. Ashton swiped his card into the machine, entered an employee code into the touchpad and scanned the items in Cammie's cart. She thought it felt nice to have a man doing things for her. "So are you stocking up for a Netflix binge or are you having a party?" Ashton asked. "Party," Cammie said, still blushing and struggling to make eye contact with the handsome male. "Sounds like fun," Ashton said, while bagging Cammie's groceries as she used her credit card to check out. Ashton wrote his number onto the back of the receipt and put it into the grocery bag after Cammie finished checking out. "My number is on the receipt in case you ever want to hang out, you're cute." Cammie felt her caged dick strain in its cage, at being called cute by the attractive man, which confused Cammie. He was straight, but he, strangely to him, enjoyed the notion that men found him attractive dressed as he was. Stammering, she forced out a response, "Umm ya, sounds like fun. We could definitely hang out sometime." "Wonderful," Ashton said with a broad smile. "See you later, I hope," he said before returning to work. Cammie walked out of the store, with her low heels clacking on the hard floor, her dick still straining in the cage. Putting his purchases in the truck of the car, Cammie returned the cart and drove back home struggling to avoid the confused feelings in his head. Chapter 5 - The Party Cammie returned home and carried his purchases from the trunk of his car up to the kitchen. It took him four separate trips. Kendra watched with a smirk as he made the repeated trips into the kitchen. She could have easily helped him, but found it more fun to have Cammie do all the work. Cammie was annoyed that Kendra didn't offer to help. He would have whined to her about it, but he figured it would fall on deaf ears and potentially result in him getting punished and forced to wear higher heels. In truth, the only reason he wasn't in higher heels at the moment was that Kendra wanted to emphasize his short stature. Most of her friends at the party tonight, even the girls, would be taller than him, and she wanted him to feel self conscious about his height. The guests would be arriving shortly and Kendra gave Cammie her instructions for the evening. "Cammie," Kendra said, "Tonight you are pretending to be my younger and single 18-year old step sister who just graduated high school. If anyone asks, this is your first college party, and if any men flirt with you, flirt back with them." Cammie cringed at the thought of flirting with guys and the thought of being thought of as a younger, inexperienced girl, around college guys. No doubt how how he was dressed would convey to others his supposed immaturity. "Ok," Cammie reluctantly said. "I can do that." "Good girl," Kendra said. "The more you follow my directives, the better things will be. Punishments will result from your disobedience." Cammie silently nodded at Kendra. He didn't want to get punished, but he reasoned a reward could be humiliating as well. "Let's get you freshly made up for the party," Kendra motioned toward the maid's quarters. 15 minutes later, Cammie emerged from the maid's quarters with smoky eyes, glossy pink lips and cute pink cheeks. He looked adorable and Cammie knew it. The guys at the party surely would go for the innocent yet flirty look. Shortly thereafter, guests started arriving for the party, and they thanked Kendra for scoring the booze. This mildly infuriated Cammie as he was the one who purchased the alcohol. However he knew that no one would believe a recent high school graduate would score that much booze. As Cammie didn't know anyone at the party other than Kendra, he mostly kept to himself and sipped sprite and vodka for the first hour or so of the party. Due to his small size, he was a little buzzed already. He would have been drinking bourbon or whiskey but Kendra had told him that good girls didn't drink brown liquor. He had to agree that an old fashioned would look awkward in his currently feminized hand. His inner thoughts were interrupted by a deep male voice. "No date tonight?" asked a tall lanky guy. Looking up, Cammie saw a guy who was about 6'6" and wearing a white t- shirt and blue jeans with short dark brown hair. Cammie figured that he played basketball in high school and that Kendra knew him from that. Responding in a sweet voice to the guy's questions, "I'm flying solo tonight. And you?" "Grinning at the pretty young lady standing before him, he responded, "Same here. I'm Chuck by the way," he said, offering his hand to her. "Cammie," he responded back, daintily shaking Chuck's hand. "If you don't mind me saying it, you're really cute," Chuck said, the broad cocksure grin still on his face. Cammie blushed and internally cringed at a second guy this evening calling him cute. Taking a deep breath, he sighed at Kendra's directive to flirt with any man who approached her. "You're not so bad yourself," Cammie responded with a bright smile, while tilting her head, and lightly running her fingers over Chuck's chest. After a few more minutes of flirting, Cammie motioned for Chuck to lower his head toward hers. Chuck thought he was going to get to make out with Cammie. Instead she flirtily whispered in his ear. "Downstairs there is a utility room. Go down there, wait for me, and when I can make my way down there undetected we will have some real fun." Chuck's dick twitched in his pants thinking about what real fun would entail, but he had a good idea. "That sounds wonderful Cammie," he said. "See you soon." Cammie had a devious look on her face, one that Chuck mistook for a woman in lust, instead of one tricking him into spending time alone in a utility room by himself. As Chuck walked off, Cammie wondered how long he would spend waiting down there. At least 15 minutes he figured, but probably more like a half hour, or more. Cammie was well aware how desperate men were to get their rocks off, and he figured Chuck would wait until all hope was lost. Working quickly, Cammie flirted with other unsuspecting men at the party, sending them to the garage, storage shed, and a spare bedroom, before he returned to the table with the alcohol on it. Picking up the tequila and grabbing a fresh cup, he filled the cup with a few ice cubes, then poured an extremely healthy portion of tequila into the cup, before stirring in a little bit of sprite and lime juice. Cammie figured he had flirted with enough guys for one evening to satisfy Kendra. He planned to retire to the balcony off of their parents bedroom, get drunk on the tequila, then retire to the maid's quarters to pass out until the next day. Not noticing anyone paying attention to her, Cammie made his way off to his parent's bedroom and opened the door to the balcony. Sitting on the outdoor couch on the balcony, Cammie laid back, splayed out on the couch and took a sip of his drink. On the balcony, Cammie thought it felt good to finally be able to splay out like a guy and not have to keep up the flirty and cute demeanor typical of a teenage girl. It was a warm summer night and the white stockings felt hot on her legs from the air conditioned house he had been in. Still though the privacy it afforded her was a welcome change from the past couple of hours. Over the next half-hour, Cammie sipped her drink and looked at the night stairs. By the time she was getting to the bottom of it, she was good and drunk. The feeling of escape that the liquor provided him was a welcome development. This day had been awful and the prospects for his days going forward didn't look much better. Her thought process was broken by a familiar voice, "Mind if I join you?" Snapping her head around, Cammie saw Ashton, who was standing above her with a wide grin on his face. He was still wearing his uniform from the grocery store. Chapter 6 - Ashton and Cammie "What brought you here?" Cammie nervously asked. "How do you know where I live?" "Your sister Kendra saw my number on the receipt and called me," Ashton explained. "She was surprised you didn't invite me to the party. I bet you just wanted to tease me with your flirty behavior at the grocery store, before you hooked up with some rich guy here." "That's not it," Cammie stammered while slurring her words. She was drunk and it showed. "You know, Kendra said you were a bad girl for flirting with me, only to ditch me," Ashton said. "She sounded angry with you, first for teasing me, then teasing and slipping away from her friends at the party." Cammie knew she would be punished and gulped at the prospect of what that could be. "But," Ashton said, "Kendra also said if I put in a good word for you that you wouldn't be punished." Cammie didn't want to get punished, and grasped Ashton's hand asking him to put in a good word for him. "Please help me out Ashton," Cammie stammered her eyes pleading. "You got to do something for me first," Ashton said. "Like what?" whined Cammie. "You gave me a pretty severe case of blue balls at the store," Ashton said. "You could relieve them now," Ashton said while dropping his pants. "I can't," whined Cammie, her large doe eyes wide open at the large bulge in his boxer briefs. "Yes, you can," asserted Ashton. "Kendra assured me that despite your virginal appearance and demenor that you know your way around a dick." Ashton dropped his boxer shorts revealing his impressive 8-inch member. It had a large head, veiny shaft, and large hairy balls. Cammie was impressed by the size of it, while feeling her own caged member twitch in the cage. Cammie sighed knowing just the sight of Ashton's large cock was stimulating her dick. It was confusing. Cammie had previously always thought of herself as a straight male. Her inner torment was broken by words of encouragement from Ashton, "Go ahead, stroke it a little." Obediently, as if in a trance, Cammie reached out to stroke it, just lightly tracing her fingers across it at first as she stared into the head of it with her big doe eyes. Ashton's moans at her touching, provided Cammie the confidence to grasp it with her hand and slowly work the shaft. Working a little faster, Cammie hoped she could get away with just giving Ashton'a hand job. Her dick was hard in the cage tormenting her. Unfortunately for her, Ashton wasn't going to be satisfied with a hand job. "Go on," Ashton said. "Take it in your pretty little mouth. You know your place." The effects of the alcohol and her twitching dick had sufficiently reduced her inhibitions just enough to comply with Ashton's directive. Moving from her hand from stroking the shaft to holding the base of his cock, Cammie parted her pink glossy lips, and hesitated for a second the big head of Ashton's cock was just inches from her mouth. Ashton would have offered Cammie more encouragement or simply his dick against her lips. Instead, he waited for her to submit to him. It was such a turn- on for him to see some flirty virginal looking rich girl on the verge of sucking his cock after trying to be a little cocktease earlier. After gathering the resolve, Cammie parted her pink glossy lips and enveloped the large head of Ashton's cock. Ashton moaned at the pleasure of having her soft pink lips wrapped around the head, stimulating the many never endings. Ashton's moans provided Cammie the confidence to take more of Ashton's cock in her pretty mouth. Cammie did her best to work Ashton's dick, but the alcohol combined with her inexperience resulted in a sloppy blow job, and not in a good way. Ashton was displeased with Cammie's performance. Tilting her head up to meet his eyes to hers, "You're not doing a good job Cammie, but that's ok," he said, starting to thrust his cock in and out of Cammie's mouth. "I'm just going to have to train you into being a slutty little cocksucker." Cammie internally fumed at Ashton's put-down. She was doing her best and she doubted he could do better. The crack about him training her was exciting. He was certainly cocky, even bordering on arrogant. She could feel gagging voices coming from her mouth as Ashton continued to pump in and out of her mouth. Cammie tried to massage his cock with her tongue in hopes of getting him to finish soon. Her jaw was beginning to ache. Ashton smirked that Cammie's response to his taunting was to use her tongue more. He thought to himself that maybe the thing missing in this cute girl's life was an arrogant assertive man who treated her like a slut instead of like the princess that she had been the whole life. He started thrusting harder in and out of her mouth, to make her feel slutty and used. From her seat, with Ashton's dick in her mouth, Cammie certainly felt slutty and used. By now her eyes were watering, her jaw was aching anymore, and she could see her pink lips gloss streaking on Ashton' pale cock. Despite all that, her dick was still hard in its cage. She could even feel some wetness in her panties from pre-cum leaking out of her dick. Ashton was on the verge,and pulled out of Cammie's mouth and stroked twice before unloading on Cammie's mouth in 5 large pulses of his dick. Cammie felt humiliated and like a bucket of cum had been tossed on her. She sat there with a vacant stare on her face in shock and dazed from the alcohol. She felt Ashton use his index finger to lift her eyes to meet his again. Looking down at Cammie he said, "You look beautiful right now, just the way you are. I'll tell your sister you were good. We'll do this again soon." With that, Ashton quickly redressed and made his way off the balcony and downstairs. Chapter 6 - The Following Day After Ashton had left, Cammie gathered herself best she could and scampered off toward the maid's quarter to wash her face and pass out. She had taken off her shoes and tights, but slept in the dress she was wearing. Her dreams were filled with hard dicks of all shapes, sizes, and colors. Embarrassingly, she awoke with her dick straining once again in its cage. Even more embarrassingly, Cammie found Kendra standing three feet from her bed, her arms crossed on her chest, and a stern look on her face. Cammie knew she was in for a long day. "So someone finally decided to get up from the looks of it," Kendra said. Looking at the clock, Cammie noted it was 10:30 am. Cammie could only offer her condolences. "I'm sorry I slept in Kendra," Cammie said. Her apology was dripping with both sincerity and apprehension. Kendra took note of this, and decided to go easier than she planned to. Cammie's day would still be difficult though. "Get in the shower girl," Kendra directed. "You have a big day ahead of you." Hanging her head, Cammie made her way off to the shower. She was amazed how the solvent for the breast forms didn't loosen in the water. It felt weird to be soaping up her breasts and she still hadn't quite adjusted to her hairless body. Getting out of the shower, Cammie dried off and wrapped the towel around her chest, like all women did. Returning to the bedroom, she found a stereotypical French Maid outfit. Cammie recognized it as one that one of Kendra's friends had worn at Halloween last fall. Kendra must have arranged for her friend to drop it off at the party last night. Dejectedly, Cammie slipped on the black thong, noting how it flossed her ass cheeks, before strapping the black lacy bra over his breasts. Pulling the dress over her head, she smoothed it out in the full length mirror on the back of the closet door. He noted how petite, cute and feminine he looked wearing just a black and white piece of satin fabric. Grabbing the fishnet thigh highs, Cammie delicately worked them up her smooth, hairless legs. Reluctantly, she turned to the last part of the outfit, the five inch black patent leather heels, and slipped them on her feet noting they fit surprisingly well. Returning to the vanity, Cammie sat down at it and applied pink lip gloss and mascara like the other day. She hoped that by wearing makeup of her own volition, that may be Kendra less mad at her. Noting a couple imperfections on her face, she covered them up using concealer. After brushing out her hair, she rose and made her way into the main portion of the house to find Kendra. Kendra smirked at the feminine appearance of Cammie, when she had finished getting ready and arrived in the kitchen, her heels clacking on the linoleum. She relished being able to dominate a male, especially her older stepbrother like this. "Hi Kendra," Cammie said. "I'm ready to do whatever you want today." She had a headache from over indulging in the liquor the prior evening, but she saw no point in telling Kendra that. "The house needs to be cleaned from our guests last night," Kendra said. "Mop the floor, sweep the carpets, and throw out the trash. Then come find me." Looking around, Cammie was mortified by how much work would need to be done. The floors were a mess from people walking inside and out last night and bottles, cups, and cans were strewn everywhere. Reluctantly Cammie got to work picking up the trash. She filled three kitchen size bags with trash and took them outside to the trash bin but not before making sure the coast was clear. In reality, it was probably unnecessary. Their family's property was relatively secluded, and no one was likely to see Cammie, let alone make her if they saw a maid taking out the trash. Turning her attention to the floors, Cammie grabbed a mop and bucket and went to work on the kitchen floor, being careful to not slip on the wet floor in her stiletto heels. Cammie cursed her fateful decision to jack off using Kendra's panties. Her feet hurt, she was sweaty, and felt humiliated. Cammie in that moment, felt for their family maid. She never knew housekeeping was such hard work. Turning to vacuuming the floors, she was thankful for the soft material of the carpet which provided a minimal level of relative comfort for her feet. After sweeping the carpets she turned her attention to the bathrooms. The men at the party had a horrible sense of aim when drinking, and as a result, the floors were a mess, which disgusted Cammie. Sighing, she once again used the mop to clean the floors, feeling fresh empathy for the bar staff who had to clean the dirty men's bathrooms that she had been in over the past several years. Her tasks finished, Cammie went and found Kendra sitting on the couch in the family room watching television. She was comfortably dressed in a t-shirt and basketball shorts, contrasting sharply with Cammie. With a smile on her face, Cammie said, "I'm all done cleaning the house, Kendra." "Good girl," Kendra said. "But curtsey when you address me." Mortified, but with a smile on her face still, Cammie grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it slightly out and up, while she placed one foot behind the other and dipped her shoulders, "Yes Kendra." Smiling at her chastised brother's obedience and compliance to her, she said, "Good girl. Now sit down. Your feet must be killing you." Relieved and taking a seat on the love seat, Cammie responded, "Thank you Kendra. My feet could use a break." Cammie didn't want to give Kendra the satisfaction of whining to her about how much her feet ached. "Now Cammie," Kendra started. "I was disappointed at you flirting with my friends, sending them to remote locales in the house, and then disappearing last night. If you do that again, you'll be servicing all of them as you implied to them you would." Cammie was mortified at the prospect of orally servicing that many men, especially with what happened with Ashton. "It won't happen again," Cammie said, hanging her head. "Anyway, Ashton did tell me that you were a willing and obedient cocksucker last night, but not a particularly good one," Kendra said, laughing at her step brother's ineptitude at orally copulating. "I guess that was to be expected with how drunk you were and it being your first time. I'm sure you'll improve your skills over time." Cammie gulped at the prospect of improving his cocksucking skills and his cheeks were beat red. Embarrassingly, his dick was once again straining in the cage at the thought of improving his dick sucking skills. "Ashton seemed to really like you, girl," Kendra said. "Ya he did," Cammie said, recalling how Ashton seemed to enjoy degrading her versus actually liking her. "Anyway, maybe you'll see him again soon," Kendra said. "But in the meantime, here's a list of groceries we need around the house. Go buy them, once you get back here, you can take off those shoes but stay in the dress and fishnets until bedtime." Fighting the urge to sigh, Cammie grudgingly acquiesced to Kendra's request and went out grocery shopping. Once she was home, Cammie was happy to get out of her heels and spent a solid 20 minutes rubbing them to alleviate the pain. Chapter 7 - Mini-Golf A few days later Kendra had Cammie dressed in a skintight pink sleeveless mini-dress that barely covered her ass and 6-inch pink platform heels. Underneath her dress was a pink thong and satin pink strapless bra. Gold hoop earrings prominently and garishly framed her heavily made up face, and a gold necklace with heart pendant hung in her cleavage. Her nails were neatly shaped and painted a bright shade of pink. The last few days had consisted of Cammie performing her maid duties around the house, going clothes shopping at the mall, getting a manicure & pedicure, having her sandy brown hair highlighted at the salon, and getting her ears pierced. They were riding in Kendra's Lexus SUV on the way to the local mini-golf course. Kendra was dressed comfortably like always in a blue women's polo shirt and jean shorts. Looking over, Kendra saw Cammie nervously fidgeting. She knew that by now Cammie must be extremely sexually frustrated from the chastity cage as well as nervous at being seen in such a revealing outfit in public. Kendra knew that Cammie would stick out like a sore thumb at the mini- golf course, which was her plan. Arriving at the parking lot, Cammie hesitated getting out of the relative safety of her sister's car, until Kendra held up her phone and threatened to send a certain video to her father. Cammie got out of the vehicle in record time. The 19-year old pimply-faced male cashier working the booth perked up immediately upon seeing the two women, especially Cammie, coming toward him. Kendra said they would be playing for two and Cammie paid the quoted price. Cammie felt awkward at the cashier's open leering of her. She knew she was dressed like a street walker and tried not to let it affect her, but she felt very exposed. The cashier made sure to hand Cammie a pink putter, which made her blush. Making their way to the first hole, Kendra offered a bet to Cammie. "Cammie, I want us to bet on the outcome of the round," Kendra said. "If you win, you can have the rest of the day out of the chastity cage, before I relock you tomorrow. However, if you lose, you have to go on a date with Ashton tonight dressed as you are now." Cammie's dick throbbed in the chastity cage at the prospect of getting an evening out of the dreaded cage, before being terrified at the prospect of being alone with Ashton again. He was mean and rude, but always cute Cammie thought. She still recalled the confusion she felt at throbbing in her cage while she had previously sucked his dick. Thinking it over, Cammie figured that Kendra would arrange for her to see him, or another guy at some point, and Cammie figured she needed to take any chance for release that she got. Besides, Cammie was better than Kendra at mini-golf, and she would just need to adjust to wearing the tight dress and heels, and everything should be fine. "You got a deal," Cammie said. "Sounds good, little sister," Kendra said with a smirk on her face. At the first hole, Cammie found that her heels forced her to bend over more than usual to putt, which made her short dress ride up even more than it already did, nearly exposing her panties each time she did it. Kendra smirked at Cammie's plight at trying to get in position to putt. Cammie's first putt hit the broadside of the barn, while Kendra's went straight through. Cammie got her second shot through the barn, and found that she couldn't bend over as usual to line up her putt, instead she had to squat, bending at the knees, while holding her short dress down. She pushed her third shot 6 inches right of the hole, before tapping in for four. Meanwhile, Kendra sunk her second shot. It was only the first hole and Kendra was already two strokes up. Cammie felt a sinking feeling in her stomach as Kendra lined up her shot on the second hole. For the rest of the first nine holes, Cammie found it difficult to properly line up her shots and felt distracted by the other customer's staring at her. She could even hear some vulgar locker room talk by some college guys questioning her virtue. At the turn, she was 8 strokes behind Kendra, but felt that she was starting to get the hang of putting in the tight dress and platform heels. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough as she ended the round 3 strokes behind Kendra. Returning the clubs to the cashier, Cammie hung her head in shame, while Kendra went next door to get vanilla ice cream cones for the girls. Sitting outside the ice cream parlor, Kendra instructed Cammie on how to properly lick and suck on the ice cream cone as if it was a man's cock. Cammie felt mortified knowing people were watching her pseudo cock sucking performance and that she would be performing these same maneuvers on Ashton's oversized member later this evening. Chapter 8 - Date Cammie sat nervously at home, waiting for Ashton to arrive. She was still dressed in her hot pink minidress and platform heels that she had golfed in earlier that afternoon. She had redone her makeup in a heavier fashion that was appropriate for the evening. She had smoky eyes and shimmering pink lips. Kendra had made Cammie apply lotion to her legs followed by a touch of oil to make them glisten. Cammie was fully aware she looked like a slutty bimbo and was expecting Ashton to treat her as such. The doorbell rang promptly at 7 pm, and Camme reluctantly answered it with a smile on her face, wrapping her arms around Ashton and planting a firm kiss on his cheek as she was previously instructed to do by Kendra. Ashton was pleasantly surprised by Cammie's forthrightness as well as her slutty attire. It contrasted sharply with the corduroy dress, white stockings and oxford shoes that Cammie had worn during their first meeting a few days ago. Cammie took in Ashton's appearance. He was wearing a black polo shirt, blue, jeans, and sneakers. Calling back to Kendra, Cammie excused herself for the evening as Ashton escorted Cammie to his car, his arm around her waist the whole way, as Cammie's feet were throbbing from wearing her platform heels all day. Ashton was enough of a gentleman to open the car door for Cammie and close it after she got in, mostly to see how she managed getting into his 8 year old sedan in her impossibly short dress. Walking around to the other side of the car and getting in himself, he thought about Cammie's attire. He presumed that she had dressed like that because Cammie liked the assertive and dominant way he had treated her on the balcony a few nights ago and wanted more of it. While Cammie had been confused by her body's response to Ashton's prior treatment of her, she was dressed like a bimbo because Kendra had picked out that outfit for her. Sitting in the car with her purse on her lap as Ashton drove a little faster than was necessary, she responded pleasantly to his small talk. They didn't have long to go and pulled into the parking lot outside of the local movie theater. Ashton and Cammie walked in together, with Cammie once again nustling up to Ashton for support. Ashton took it as Cammie's way of coming onto him and letting him know she was again sexually available that evening. Turning to her, he whispered in Cammie's ear, "I assume a rich girl like you will have no problem paying for the date tonight." Cammie fumed at the prospect of having to pay for the date. It wasn't about the money, but the principle of it. But she knew that Kendra would be checking up on her performance tonight with Ashton, and if Ashton gave her less than a positive review, there would be consequences for her. Turning to Ashton, she said, "I would love to treat you tonight babe," she said in a flirty giggly voice before kissing him on his cheek again. Arriving at the ticket window, Ashton ordered two tickets for an action movie that had just come out. Cammie was actually relieved, as she wanted to see the movie herself and was glad Ashton hadn't picked a romantic comedy to try to impress her. The cashier, a 30 something year old man, obviously working a job he hated, at the ticket window was surprised when Cammie produced her credit card to pay for the tickets. The cashier was extremely jealous of Ashton at that moment, going out with a beautiful sexy well dressed woman who also paid for the date. Ashton noticed this and gave the cashier a wink as he escorted Cammie to the concession stand, his hand firmly grasping her ass. Ashton ordered nachos, popcorn and sodas for them. Once again Cammie paid for everything with her credit card. The cashier this time, a middle aged woman, shook her head at Cammie's behavior. She figured in time she would learn to date men who didn't take advantage of her. Arriving in the movie theater, Ashton told Cammie they would be sitting in the top row. While that provided a good perspective to see the movie, it meant that Cammie would have to negotiate the stairs up to the top row in her heels while holding the popcorn and her drink. Two- thirds of the way to the top, Cammie almost turned an ankle in her heels but caught herself and the food at the last second. Ashton smirked at Cammie's near trip as he figured Cammie was so desperate to impress him that she wore heels that she struggled to walk in. Sitting down in the last row, Cammie was glad once again to have the ability to sit down and relieve the pressure on her feet. The movie started shortly after that, and Cammie found herself engrossed in the movie, and leaned in toward Ashton after he put his arm around her. She wished that she could share in his nachos but knew the cheese would ruin her shimmering pink lip gloss. She stuck to the popcorn and soda. About halfway through the movie, Ashton whispered in Cammie's ear, "Time for you to get on your knees. It's time for your lesson girl." Cammie blushed at Ashton's comment in her ear. There was no one in their row and the theater was fairly sparsely populated but she didn't want to suck dick in public. She pleaded with Ashton. "Please no," Cammie asked, rubbing Ashton's upper thigh with her manicured hand and looking him in his eyes with her big doe eyes and a pouty look on her face. "Please, anywhere but here." Ashton smirked at this rich bitch's attempt to retain a bit of her status and modesty. She needed to realize all women were submissive to men, Ashton figured. For Cammie, that started with her on her knees in a movie theater before him. "On your knees now slut," Ashton said. "If you're going to dress like a bimbo for Daddy, you need to act like one." Cammie was mortified and realized she was not going to get out of this. She just hoped no one would see her providing her date oral relief. Sliding off her chair, she slunk toward the ground and worked the button and zipper on Ashton's jeans as he splayed out. Cammie noted how he hadn't even worn a belt for their date after all she had done to look pretty for him. Granted, Kendra had made her dress like this, but still. Pulling his pants and boxers down, out plopped Ashton's hard member. Cammie estimated it was fully engorged. He must have been excited at the prospect of this for a while now. Cammie hoped that it wouldn't take Ashton long to cum. Grabbing the base of his monster cock midshaft with her delicate hand. Cammie slowly enveloped her shiny pink lips around the mushroom head of his cock and looked up to meet her eyes with Ashton's, only to find he was watching the movie instead of watching his date ply her trade. While on her knees, she noted the hard, sticky nature of the floor against her knees. It disgusted Cammie to be in this position. Working to take more of Ashton's large member in her mouth she tried to keep her lips wrapped firmly around his shaft while massaging his dick with her tongue. The twitch of his dick in her mouth told Cammie that she was on the right track. Working Ashton's large hairy balls with her other hand, Cammie started bobbing on his cock for all she was worth. She desperately wanted to get this over with, so she could get over this before anyone noticed her sucking a man's cock in public like a common street whore. Additionally, Cammie was disgusted and in pain from her knees being on the sticky and hard floor of the movie theater. Unbeknownst to her, two guys returning to their seats had already noticed her highlighted hair bobbing down on Ashton's cock when they had returned to the bathroom. They didn't say anything, because they didn't want to interrupt a guy getting dome at the movie theater. In truth they wished it was them. A few minutes later, Cammie's jaw was once again sore and Ashton was on the verge of cumming. He grabbed her head, and pushed into her throat as he unloaded into her mouth with several large spurts. Cammie struggled to swallow it all, and a fair amount leaked out her mouth and down her chin. Miraculously, she managed to accept his huge cum load without making a noise. Ashton, finally paying attention, looked down at his date, and scooped the cum off her chin with his fingers and held it a few inches in front of Cammie's face. Cammie knew what Ashton expected her to do. She used her lips to envelope his fingers, her lip gloss smeared and sucked the cum off his fingers. Cammie felt completely humiliated doing this. Finally, Ashton motioned for Cammie to get off her knees and back into her seat. Sliding up to her seat, Ashton whispered in her ear, "That was wonderful babe, much better than last week. You're a pretty good cocksucker when you aren't as drunk as a sailor on shore leave. Now go fix your lip gloss, unless you want everyone to know what we did on the way out." Mortified, Cammie nodded at Ashton's directive. Walking down the steps, with her heels clacking on each step, she could feel the eye of every man in the theater on her and her only. It made her feel awkward but also desired. She could get any man she wanted dressed like this she figured. At the bottom of the steps, she tossed her hair, causing more than a few men's dick's to twitch at the slutty looking girl exiting the theater, instead of watching the movie that they had paid for. . In the women's bathroom, Cammie sat on the toilet and used the toilet, emptying her bladder of the soda that she had drank earlier. Looking in the mirror while washing her hands, Cammie noted her makeup seemed to be in good repair except for her lip gloss. Pulling out the pink lip gloss, she painted the curve of her lips with it, taking her time to get it right. Just then a curvy blonde walked in. "Have you been making out with your boyfriend too?" she asked. The blonde wasn't wearing lipstick, so unlike Cammie, she didn't have the telltale sign of her own somewhat slutty behavior. Blushing and not wanting to explain the real reason for her smeared lip gloss, Cammie went along with the girl's premise. "Oh ya," Cammie responded, while flirtily waiving her hand at the blonde.. "He's such a stud. I couldn't keep my hands off of him," she said in a flirty giggly voice. Internally Cammie was mortified at how easy this feminine behavior came to her. "Good for you girl," the brunette responded. "Get some later, I doubt he'll be able to keep his hands off of you," she said with a winking nod toward Cammie's dress and heels as she entered the toilet cubicle. Sighing at the reality of the curvy blonde's statement, Cammie finished painting the curves of her lips, and returned to the theater. Walking up the steps, she could feel many eyes on her once again. Cammie thought that she could get a better guy in a second than Ashton, or at least one who wouldn't coerce a blowjob out of her in a movie theater. Returning to her seat, Cammie sat down smoothing her skirt under her, only to have Ashton wrap his arm around her and pull Cammie in toward him. "You certainly turned many heads, you slut," he whispered in her ear. "Part of me thinks you liked being thought of being a sexual plaything for men." Cammie's dick reflexively twitched at that thought, humiliating her because she knew it was at least partly true. Dejectedly Cammie hung her head and nodded before resting her head on Ashton's shoulder for the rest of the movie. She felt humiliated, dejected, and confused her sexually, and didn't know what to make of it. Ashton assumed that the rich prissy bitch that was laying her head on his shoulder was finally coming to terms that she wasn't some Princess to be put on a pedestal, but just a common slutty girl who was eager to explore her sexually and needed men to treat her as such. Cammie actually enjoyed the ending of the movie as it was exciting and exhilarating. She was hopeful that Ashton would take her home, where she could retire to the maid's quarters, change out of her slutty attire and into something more comfortable, and go to bed. Ashton held his arm tightly around Cammie as he escorted her to his car. At this point Cammie's old male ego was broken, and she compliantly had her arm wrapped around his waist as well. Ashton smirked at how his ability to bring out the inner slut present in women. Opening the car door, Ashton escorted Cammie into the car, and walked around to get in himself. Starting up his car, Ashton drove home. Cammie still had the taste of cum in her mouth. She had finished her soda before sucking off Ashton, and she hated the constant reminder of her degrading performance from earlier. When she got home she would rinse her mouth out to remove the awful taste. The ride home was uneventful, outside of Ashton running his hand up Cammie's milky thigh. She crossed her legs to hide her chastity encased dick, but didn't otherwise object to Ashton's advances. She actually smiled demurely, more so because it tickled than because she enjoyed it. Ashton took it as another sign of Cammie falling for him. Pulling up the house, Ashton parked in the driveway, a good way from the door, for both privacy but also so he could watch Cammie walk away from him, her ass swaying with each step when she exited the car. "So you came a long way tonight," Ashton said. "With a little more practice you'll be a great cocksucker. You also showed you know your popular place. Now are you going to give me a proper good night kiss?" Cammie blushed at the prospect of improving her cocksucking skills even more and being a flirty submissive girlfriend to this jerk of a man. But she felt relieved that Ashton was letting her off with only a good night kiss instead of another blowjob. Unbuckling her seat belt, Cammie leaned over, tilted her head to the right, and opened her mouth, and met Ashton and started making out with him as her left hand rested comfortably on his shoulder and her right hand on his knee. Cammie's body once again betrayed her, and her dick was throbbing in the cage. Cammie tried to think of a girl she knew, but the mental image of Ashton's arrogant face kept popping into his mental images. After a minute, Cammie broke the kiss, not wanting to get Ashton so worked up that he demanded another blow job. Looking Ashton seductively in the eye, Cammie said, "I had a wonderful evening. You're a good teacher. We'll have to do this again soon. But I have to go now." Before Cammie left, she tenderly kissed Ashton on the lips before grabbing her purse and exiting the car. Walking toward the door, Cammie hoped to talk with Kendra later that night or the next morning, hoping to get out of any future dates with Ashton. He was rude, manipulative, and arrogant Cammie thought. Bad qualities in any man, she full well knew, even if part of it was a strangely curious turn on for her. As her heels clacked on the pavement, Ashton watched his sultry date mince toward her family's fancy home. He relished the thought of taking this stuck up rich girl, and turning her into a slutty cocksucker. He figured their next date would once again feature Cammie on her knees sucking his oversized member in either some humiliating or compromising scenario. "Just wait until our next date, slut," Ashton muttered under his breath as he watched Cammie disappear into her home before putting his car back in drive and heading home for the evening. End of Part 1