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Submissive Satin Slave - 4
Chapter 4
"So, come on!" Brenda urged Sally. "Tell me all about your kinky week-end."
The waitress had just left and Sally had starting to eat her salad.
"Okay. Well, it really started Thursday night," Sally began. "You know how I've
told you about how much James likes my sexy underwear and all?"
Brenda nodded, taking a bit of her own salad. Sally sipped her tea then
began again.
"Well it was about ten and we were talking. Fighting actually, about how he
thinks I never wear them for him anymore. He was telling me how much he likes to
feel them against his skin, how my lacy stuff turns him on and how it makes his
dick hard and so on. I had just had my period. I guess I was in my post
menstrual bitchy phase so I suggested that if he liked them so much he should
wear them."
"Did He?" Brenda asked.
"Not that night," Sally said. "In fact, he got mad at me for even suggesting
it. I tried to tell him that a lot of men wear their wives or girl-friends
panties and stuff, but he said I was crazy. He could tell he was making me
mad and I could tell he was horny. He started playing with my ass and tits
and since we hadn't fucked since I stated my period I became aroused. After
a quick frantic fuck he rolled over and pretended to sleep. He tossed and
turned all night, keeping me awake. I think he was fantazing about wearing
my panties."
Sally paused and took another sip of tea and a bite of radish from her salad.
"So what happened?" Brenda asked. She was leaning forward, listening to her
friends hot confession.
"Well Friday he stayed home, taking a day's vacation. He asked me to call in
sick and hinted that I could put on a linger fashion show and we could fuck the
week-end away. I thought about if for a second, I was still horny but with Steve
out of town it was impossible. Besides it would have ended up with me having to
wear and then wash every stitch of underclothing I own. Lately James can not
control his fetish about my lingerie and he ends up soiling my pretty silky
things with his sticky cum."
"And you found out that he had stayed home to try on your underwear. Right?"
Brenda asked excitedly.
"Yeah. You remember I left work early Friday. When I walk in the apartment I
heard moaning. As I got closer to the bedroom the maoning got louder. I thought
James was fucking that little tramp in 3-A down the hall or some little whore he
had picked up off the street. When I opened the door I was stunned. James was
sitting on the bed in my black silk slip and a pair of pantihose jacking-off. I
stood there and watched as he shot his load on the carpet. There was my husband
sitting there in my undies beating his meat and cumming all over the floor."
"What did you do?" Brenda asked.
"I didn't know what to do at first," Sally admitted. "I was mad as hell for a
moment but then I thought he looked kind of cute, and when he saw me he got
really embarrassed and quickly took the slip off. He had stuff the cups with my
panties and they fell in his lap, then on the floor as he stood and try taking
the pantihose off. But I didn't let him."
"What do you mean, didn't let him," Brenda interrupted.
"Well do you remember that magazine that used to be in the ladies room, the one
that had the letter from people talking about what they did sexually? You know
their sex lifes?" Sally asked.
Brenda nodded head as she munched on her salad.
"Well, did you read the letter from the woman who said her boyfriend liked for
her to be really aggressive and assertive, making him wear her underwear, and
humiliating him? She said they both got off on her being dominate and how he
loved submitting to her and how he like being her sissy sex slave."
"Yeah," Brenda grinned broadly. "I thought that would be fun to do, too. Would
it be wonderful to have someone who's only purpose is life would be to please
you sexually. Your very own sex slave. A sex toy you could use or abuse. I get
wet just thinking about it."
"Me too," Sally said. "So that's what I did."
"What? You did what?" Brenda asked as her pussy contract and her juices began to
dampen her panties.
"I started calling him a bitch, and I pushed him around a little, and I wouldn't
let him remove the pantihose. I made him put my slip back on,too." Sally smiled.
"Weren't you afraid he'd push back?" Brenda asked.
"Not really," Sally said. "I was being careful at first, to make sure he
wasn't really getting mad. But he was acting really meek. He kept looking down
at his feet and couldn't look me in the eye, so I continued. I made him tell
me how much he liked wearing my clothes, and how much he like for me to call
him Janie."
"You gave him a feminine name?" Brenda asked shaking her head in disbelief.
"Yes, it was the first name that popped into my head. And he was accepting
everything I said and was doing. He wasn't acting like a macho male but very
demure and feminine, almost like a woman." Sally paused to take another bite of
her salad.
"After I made him stuff my panties back into the slip, I sent him to the living
room to make me a drink. I told him to wait for me there that I would be out in
a few minutes. I knew he wanted me to come out wearing nothing but the slip and
camisole I had wore to work, but I didn't. I stripped completely naked before
going to the living room. I sat on the couch and sipped the drink and just
looked at him. My mind was filled with conflicting thoughs and emotions. Finally
I told him he could lick my feet. I told him if he did a good job he would be
rewarded by being allowed to kiss my pussy."
"And he was going for all this?" Brenda asked. she tried to picture Sally
handsome, masculine husband in the sexy black slip and pantihose, kneeling
before her lick her feet and sucking her toes.
"He loved it!" Sally beamed. And by the time I let him eat me, he was so excited
he really tongued my pussy good! I mean, he sucked cunt like he's never sucked
cunt before. And I was cumming like never before. It was one orgasm after
another. I kept his head between my thighs for what seem like an eternity, it
was so good."
"And James was liking all of this?" Brenda wanted to know.
"Isn't it wild?" Sally giggled. "All the time he had this huge hard-on, and
after I finally let him fuck me I made him keep the hose on, and his cock stayed
hard. I don't think it went soft all week-end? His dick must have been erect for
at least for thirty to thirty-five straight hours I bet. But I getting ahead of
myself. I didn't let him fuck me right off."
"What else did you do to him?" Brenda asked excitedly.
"I put a lacy little apron on him and made him cook supper. I sat alone at the
dinner table and he served me like a maid. He stood next to my chair and if I
wanted anything I would reach over and squeeze his hard dick through the
pantihose and tell him to go get it. And I kept call him Janie and telling him
what a good little girl he was for minding so well. Every now and then I would
order him under the table to kiss my pussy as a reward for being such a sweet
little bitch."
The waitress was called over, both women order chocolate mouse and Irish coffee
for desert. While they waited for it to arrive Sally continued her story.
"Janie was dying to fuck me" Sally started.
Brenda interject with. "Feminine little Janie has a cock and want to screw, eh!"
Sally chuckled as the dessert arrived then continued as soon the
waitress departed.
"Yes, Brenda dear, my little Janie has a big dick and she wanted to fuck me
with it. I mean, I though he was going to erupt in those hose several times
that evening. There was a big wet spot in the crotch where his dick had
leaked pre-cum. I lost count of the number of times I climaxed before we
finally went to bed."
"An the you let him fuck you?" Brenda asked. Her pussy was tingling with
excitement and she wanted to reach up and pinch and play with her hard nipples,
but this was a public restaurant.
"Yeah. Well, no. I fucked him. Before we went to bed I made him put on one of my
baby-doll nighties, a sheer almost transparent blue number and some sexy little
pink panties with white lace ruffles at the waist and leg openings, and I call
his dick a pussy. I made him beg me to lick his pussy before I gave him head,
and I made him beg me to stick my big cock in his pussy before I got on top of
him," Sally said.
"How did he take to that?" Brenda asked. She let her hand drop to her lap and
was absentmindedly rubbing the inside of the thighs below the table.
"He loved it," Sally stated. "He kept moaning about how good my dick felt inside
his pussy, and for me to fuck him deeper and harder. All the things a woman
would say to her man when they fuck. You know the kinds of things I mean?"
"Yeah, Charlie really gets off when I talk dirty to him especially when we're
fucking?" Brenda acknowledged. "It sounds like you've discovered a deep, dark
side to your mate," Brenda smiled. She moved her hand further under her skirt.
As she cupped the wet mound between her thighs she noticed that Sally had a hand
in her own lap, and that her arm was moving.
"Yeah! Right a dark side," Sally smiled. "And I'm glad I found it, too."
"Doesn't it scare you just a little?" Brenda asked.
"Maybe just a little," Sally said. "But it makes me horny as hell, too! I love
the power and control I have over Janie."
"I can imagine!" Brenda said wishfully. "I'm getting pretty worked up just
hearing about it."
"It gets better," Sally smile at her friend. "I made him wear my clothes all week-
end. When he went out of the house he had to wear panties or hose, or both under
his pants. I even sent him into the hallway to get the Sunday paper wearing
french cut panties and one of my frilly bathrobes!"
"And he did it?" Brenda ask in amazement.
"He wasn't arguing with me at all!" Sally said. "Like I said he stayed hard
all week-end! Every time I touch the crotch of his panties he was erect as a
bar of steel. I only let him fuck me at night, though. The rest of the time I
had him give me head. When every I felt like it I would order him to kiss my
pussy or ass. And if I wanted an orgasm, I would simple order him to tongue me
until I was cumming. I didn't tell him, but I was just as horny as he was all
week-end long!"
"You made him kiss your ass, too," Brenda gasp.
"Yeah, my little Janie has recently become fascinated by my buttocks, so why not
reward the poor girl for being so submissive." Sally declared casually.
"And, just to be sure he remembered who's boss, I made him wear a pair of my
pantihose to work under his slacks today. A pair that I had on all day
yesterday. The crotch was soaked with pussy juice and cum!"
Brenda asked "And he went for it, wearing panties to work?" Her fingers were
brushing against the seam of her own pantihose as she tried to stimulate her
already erect and throbbing clitoris. She desperately wanted to lean back and
rub her swollen clitty hard.
"He didn't want to," Sally said. "But I made him, I told him that if he didn't.
I'd never let him wear panties again, and that I'd stop wearing them for him,
too. I said 'You'll never see me in my slip's or cami's every again unless you
do as I say Janie.'"
"So what's next?" Brenda asked as she rubbed her fingers harder against her
wet crotch.
"I'm not sure," Sally admitted. "I do know where I'll like it to go, though. I'd
like to be like the woman in the magazine and have Janie as my sex slave. But
I'm not sure if James would go that far. I thought I'd just play it by ear and
see what happens."
"Go for it, Sally!" Brenda exclaimed. "I know what! Dress him all up like a
real girl. Wig, make-up, sexy dress, heels, the whole works. And take him out
for a drink!"
"Oh, it's too soon for that big a step." Sally said. "I don't think he'd go for
that. No, I have to ease him into this. Besides, anyone who saw him would be
able to tell he's a male. He has all that hair on his legs and chest."
"So, shave him." Brenda suggested.
"He wouldn't let me do that! " Sally said.
Brenda grinned and said "Before last Friday, did you ever think he'd let you put
him in a slip and pantihose and call him Janie?
Or order him around like you did?"
"Well, that's a good point," Sally agreed. She was now fingering her own soaking
panties as she thought. 'Maybe I can turn James into Janie and have a sex slave
at my beck and call to satisfy my every whim.'
"I think what you need to do is take control, Sally." Brenda was saying. "I
mean, total and complete control, really let him know who's the boss. Feminize
him and let Janie know that you're her New Mistress. And that any desires or
orders she is given must be obeyed and fulfill instantly or she will be
punished."
"I don't know," Sally said thoughtfully; although she was thinking the exact
same things. "But I do know this. It's almost time to go back to work, and I
simply have to run to the ladies room an diddle myself. There's no way I can sit
at my desk all afternoon as horny as I am right now! If I don't cum soon I may
rape some innocent man on the street before we get back."
"Me, too," Brenda said. "Come on. Let's hurry. Maybe we can help each other!"
Sally stopped and smiled at her co-worker as she left the money for their mean
on the table. She wondered what it would be like to touch and caress her
friend's body. A shiver of excitment shook her as she was wondering what it
would feel like to have another female play with her titties and cunt.
"Yeah! Maybe we can help each other," She smiled at Brenda as they left the cafe
and headed for the fifth floor ladies room.
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