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The Control of Louis 

by Nessus


Georgina is beautiful. She's slightly taller than me, long dark hair, centrefold figure and dark deep eyes. We met a month ago and I became deeply entranced by her. Why she continued to see me, I don't know but I could guess. Although I am older than her, I am reasonably wealthy and occasionally work as a consultant from my extensive apartment. She works in a well known department store in some sort of management and designer role.

It was wonderful when we attempted to make love last week, although I knowI came to quickly but the sight of her gorgeous body in her filmy lingerie was too much for me. Strangely, she didn't seem upset, just smiled and told me it was all right. We haven't attempted to make love again as it has been difficult to see each other regularly as she works very hard.

One day, it changed and, as I look back, I see that this was the starting point of my new life.

I called at her tiny apartment after 'phoning her that morning at the store. She was about to go out, dressed in a red woollen dress and black stockings ad high heel shoes. Her beautiful hair was swept back and tied loosely with a red scarf. Gold hoop ear-rings glittered from her ears.

"I'm sorry, Louis," she said softly, "I have a meeting with designers."  I was disappointed and it showed. She was beautiful and my cock was instantly squirming in my pants, making me flush. Georgina smiled at me knowingly, gently took my hand and led me into her small bedroom. Slowly,  she sensually kissed me, her perfume washing over me. Immediately I was rock hard, wanting her desperately, to undress her.  I had only one opportunity to see her almost unclothed and that was just a vague memory of an average passion.

Soothing me with her soft voice, she led me to the bed, telling me to get undressed and lie down. Quickly, I did and she lay next to me. I was puzzled why she didn't undress but her soft, stroking fingers distracted
me, bringing me close so quickly.

Suddenly, she stopped, took my hand and placed it on my straining cock,  whispering in my ear. "Do it for me, darling. Show  me how." I was stunned but her hand was insistent and my fingers slowly closed around my rigid cock. "Yes," she breathed, "show  me. You know  you want to, Louis."

And I did. I  slowly started jerking off, naked on the bed, watched by this still clothed and beautiful woman. It was exciting and I was so close,  so very close when she suddenly held my moving hand still.

"Stop," she said softly in my ear. I was gasping, so close my whole body was almost rigid as my cock was ready to spurt. "Darling," she whispered,  "I love watching you jerk off. I want you to ask me to watch every time you
 do it. Promise me?"

Wordlessly, I nodded and in doing so, I admitted to this beautiful woman that I jerked off. It was embarrassing and, somehow, extremely exciting.

"Ask me now" she urged, removing her hand and kissing my ear.

"Please watch," I croaked.

"Watch what?"

"Please watch me jerk off," I whispered, face burning and cock straining
but I kept my hand still, waiting, almost for her permission.

She smiled. "I'd love to watch you play with yourself," she said as she suddenly swung off the bed, "I have something for you. To help." She opened her underwear drawer, took something out and sat next to me on the bed.

Smiling down at me, she held up a silken pair of pink panties. "Look darling, so sexy, so soft. Would you like to jerk off in them?" I gulped and nodded. I was still holding my cock and it seemed to get harder. She dangled the panties over me and slowly moved them down my chest. "Ask me,  then," she said softly, her eyes glittering.

I knew this was some invisible line I was about to cross but didn't care. "Ask ," she repeated, the panties tantalisingly slowly moving close to my cock.

"Can I jerk off into your panties?" I croaked.

"Please?" she prompted.

"Please, can I?" I asked, desperate to do it, my cock straining.

"What, darling?" she said sweetly.

"Please can I jerk off into your underpants?" Trying to regain some lost dignity.

She giggled. "Underpants? I call them panties, darling. Pretty as well. Seethe lace?"

I nodded, sweating and almost gasping for breath. "Please," I acquiesced and crossed that line. "Can I jerk off into your pretty panties?" As I said it, my cock twitched. I was totally under her spell.

"Only if you promise to wash them afterwards. Will you?" I nodded furiously. "Say it," she whispered, eyes glittering.

"I promise to wash your pretty panties," I whispered.

"By hand, darling. They are so pretty and delicate." She suddenly dropped the panties over my cock and the hand holding it. The touch of the smooth  satin was electrifying and I wrapped them around my cock. "Jerk off," she suddenly commanded and my hand started its familiar movements.

It didn't take long and, as she smilingly watched me, I arced off the bed and came in a burning rush, pumping huge spurts of cum into the panties.

As I lay on the bed recovering, one arm over my eyes and the other clutching the sodden panties around my cock, I felt acute embarrassment. 

Georgina rose from the bed, stood beside it and looked down at me. "Make sure you wash them, darling," she said. "And remember your promise. I would be so upset if I found out you had jerked off without asking me to watch.  Call me tomorrow."

I heard her leave the room and, moments later, the front door to her apartment close. 

Awash in humiliation, I admitted to myself that I had just experienced the best orgasm I had enjoyed for sometime. Slowly, my legs rubbery, I got off the bed and walked unsteadily to the bathroom to hand-wash the panties before I left.

She didn't mention the incident for a few days when I called her on the telephone and neither did I. She had made no comment about the panties hanging in her bathroom. However, I didn't see her for three days and by the fourth day I was horny. Very horny. The memory of lying on the bed and jerking off into those satin panties while Georgina watched haunted me. It also made me incredibly aroused.

That evening, I decided to call at her apartment. I was going to ask her to watch me, I had to and I hoped she would decide to have sex with me instead of going through with what I was going to ask her.

Or maybe I was hoping she wouldn't. I was confused but incredibly excited by the idea that I was going to ask this woman to watch me jerk off. A small thought reminded me that I didn't have to ask permission. I'm a grown man and if I wanted to jerk off I could!

But, I also knew, that wouldn't be half as exciting.

I stumbled through the telephone call to the store and asked her if I could drop around to her apartment that evening. "Of course, darling," she said softly, her voice warm and lush down the line. "I've got some work to do but I can see you for a short time."

When I arrived, she kissed me sweetly on the cheek and, then settled back in her chair to go through some papers from the store. She was wearing a short blue skirt and a white blouse, her long black hair caressing the collar.

Her magnificent breasts rose and fell as she breathed and I could hear the sound of her black hose rubbing as she crossed her long legs.  My cock throbbed.

I stood in front of her and hesitantly cleared my throat. "Georgina?" Imurmured.

She kept reading. "Hmm?"

"Ah, Georgina…." My voice was strained and she looked up.

"Yes, Louis?" I started blushing, the heat rolling over my face. She saw it and smiled a strange smile.

"Ah…" I paused and she crossed her legs and I watched, fascinated, as the black nylon rubbed.

"Yes Louis?" she almost purred. 

"Georgina, please watch me as I jerk off!"

I rushed through it, my face burning but my cock was throbbing. She crossed her legs again, the skirt rode higher and I stared at her long legs in black nylon.

"Oh Louis," she giggled, staring at the tent in my pants, "I would love to watch you play with yourself." She looked up at my face, her eyes glinted.  "Would you like to use my panties again?"

It was like an electric charge had hit my cock and I swallowed. "Yes," I stammered.

"Well, ask me, silly."

"Please can I jerk off into your panties," I whispered, all control gone.

"Why," she pouted, " don't you think my panties are pretty any more?"

"Please," I said urgently, " can I jerk off into your pretty panties?"

"Darling," she said, matter-of-factly, "you sound like you're begging. Are
you begging?"

I was out of control, my cock rock hard and close to the edge. "Yes," I whispered, looking down at the floor. "I'm begging."

"Well, then," she murmured with a small note of triumph, "you should do it properly." She smiled again and crossed her legs. I'm sure she knew it drove me mad. "Take your clothes off, darling," she cooed. "You'll be more comfortable."

Startled, I pulled my clothes off, scattering them around the room as she sat there quietly watching me with that faint smile on her full lips.

Quickly, I stood naked in front her, my hard cock jutting from my body,
twitching obscenely. "Now, darling, " she said softly, "time to beg
properly. Please kneel." Without thinking, I fell to my knees, staring at those lovely legs, sheathed in black nylon. "Well, darling?' she prompted

"Please," I croaked. "Can I jerk off into your pretty panties?" I was desperate, embarrassed greatly but with a huge, throbbing erection. Another line had been crossed. I was no longer asking her to watch; I was asking her permission.

She smiled down at me. "Of course, darling. You just have to ask me the right way." She stood up and, much to my excitement, reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down until they lay in a puddle around her shiny black high heel shoes. She withdrew her feet and I stared at the puddle of black lace and silk as she sat back down, leaving the panties on the carpet in front of me. 

"They're black lace, darling. Do you like them?"

"Yes," I whispered, mouth dry as I stared at the mound of soft panties.

"What's that?" she asked softly. "I can't hear you."

"Yes, I like your pretty panties," I whispered.

"But, I've been wearing them all day. Would you like some clean ones?" she asked. I shook my head, still staring at the pile of black lace. "Well," she smiled, "pick them up." 

Trembling, I reached out and picked up the soft pile of black lace, my cock twitching spasmodically in anticipation. "Do they feel nice?" she asked as I held them in my hand, feeling their warmth and waiting for her permission to rub them onto my cock.

"Yes," I gulped.

"Would you like to smell them?" she asked slyly and I felt another electric charge to my cock, so powerful I almost came.

"Yes," I gasped urgently. "Please."

"Ask me."

"Please," I gasped, words rushing out," can I smell your pretty panties?"  She nodded regally and I crushed the black lace to my face. Her pungent musky aroma overwhelmed me and I was soon gasping for breath, cock pulsing wildly.

"Now, dear," she soothed. "Are you ready for me to watch?"  My wild face told her I was. "Ask, darling."

"Please," I gasped, "can I jerk off?"

"Where?"
"Please, can I jerk off into your pretty black lace panties!"

"Promise to wash them?

"I promise to wash your pretty panties afterwards," I whined.

Slowly, Georgina rose from her chair and stood over me, looking down at me kneeling naked on the carpet,  clutching her panties to my face with a huge erection jutting from my crotch. 

"From now on, darling, I think you should ask me every day." I nodded wildly. "I mightn't want you to do it every day but you should ask me, don't you think?" she said sweetly and, again, I nodded "I think it would save time, darling, if you took your clothes off before you asked me.  Do you think that's a good idea?"

"Yes," I whispered desperately.

"Promise?" she asked softly and I nodded. "All right, darling, jerk off
into my pretty panties."

I didn't have to be told twice. I slipped the panties around my cock, the touch of silk sending me wild and, kneeling naked in front of this beautiful woman, I frantically and desperately jerked off into her black lace panties. 

As I moaned, gasped, jerked and, finally spurted, her smile
broadened. As I lay on the floor, gasping and hoping the lights would black out to hide my shame, she sat down in the chair, crossed her legs again and picked up her papers. The only sound was my ragged breathing and she didn't look up as I unsteadily walked from the room to wash her black lace panties.

I awoke late next morning with a hard-on and filled with a forbidden shame at what I did the previous night. My humiliation rose as I remembered my promise to ask her permission everyday but, my desire did as well. I could almost hear her voice: "I mightn't want you to do it every day but you should ask me." My cock throbbed and I resisted the urge to jerk off right there.

Instead, I tried to push the memory out of my mind, showered, dressed and ate a little breakfast. Time to do some work. But I knew, that no matter how much I tried to convince myself things were normal, I wasn't going to do any work today.  I was going to fill in time until I could see her again. 

The the constant picture in my mind of her pulling her panties down from underneath her skirt made my cock quiver. I knew I wanted to kneel naked in front of her, to beg her to allow me to jerk off while she watched. And I wondered what panties she was wearing today.

I had to ring her.

The 'phone felt clammy as I dialled her office number at the store and waited for her answer.  Clarissa, Georgina's assistant answered and put me through. "Hello?"  Georgina's husky voice caressed my ear.

"Hello, Georgina," I said hesitantly.

"Louis," she said warmly. "How sweet of you to ring. Are you working hard?"

"Yes," I lied, cock swelling at the sound of her voice.

There was a slight pause and then she whispered down the line. "Do you remember last night?"

"Ah....yes," I croaked.

"It was sooo exciting, watching you like that." I flushed and my cock twitched.  "I've been thinking about you a lot this morning." She giggled. "Maybe it's because I'm designing the lingerie display for our east window." My face burned and my hand shook. "My desk is covered in panties and bras. You should be here, Louis. Louis?"

"Yes?" I gulped, "I'm here."

She giggled softly. "I thought you might have fainted at the thought of all those pretty panties." Her voice hardened, just like my cock. "You like panties, don't you, Louis?" she said.

"Yes," I whispered, a huge bulge showing in the front of my trousers.

"Tell me."

"I like pretty panties."

"I thought you loved mine."

"I do," I protested weakly.

"Then tell me."

"I love your pretty panties."

She sighed. "That's nice." Her voice sharpened. "You're not doing it, are you, Louis?"

"No," I said guiltily as my hand had been absently rubbing the bulge.

"You can't ask me over the phone, Louis. That's not what you promised, is it?"

"No."

"I'll be home at six, Louis. Make sure you're there. We have lot's to talk about."

I was restless, on edge and horny as the day crawled towards six. I left my spacious uptown apartment and rode a cab downtown to Georgina's where I arrived before six. Nervously, I rang the bell and waited. No answer and no sound inside so I sat on the step and waited. 

At about seven, I heard footsteps on the stairs and Georgina appeared. She was breathtaking. A silken peach blouse, a white pleated skirt that swirled around her thighs. White hose and shoes completed the picture. 

Without a word of apology for being late, she brushed past me and opened the door to her apartment,  leaving a tantalising perfume trail behind her. I scrambled after her,  shutting the door behind me and I started to say something but she just pointed to her bedroom as she sat down in her chair. "I'll wait for you here, darling," she said and my cock became alive.

I knew what I had to do and quickly stripped my clothes from my trembling
body. Blushing madly, I slowly walked into the other room with my cock rock hard to where Georgina regally sat in her chair. Her legs were crossed, exposing her wonderful thighs as she coolly watched me hesitate. I knelt in front of her and she smiled. "Yes, Louis?" she said.

"Please," I stumbled. "Please let me jerk off."  She studied me as I sweated and trembled in front of her. Suddenly, she uncrossed her legs,
leaving them slightly apart.

"Aren't you interested in my panties, Louis?" she teased.

"Yes," I moaned and she shook her head slightly, a cross look on her full lips. I knew my mistake immediately. "Please may I see your pretty
panties?"

She smiled and her legs moved apart a little more as I strained to see up the folds of her skirt. With a sudden movement, she moved and stood behind me. "Hands behind your back, darling. I'm not ready to watch you play with yourself." 

Dumbly, I held my hands behind my back and felt her click something around my wrists. As she sat down in her chair once again, legs slightly apart and a small cold smile on her face, the humiliation hit me like a huge wave. I was naked, handcuffed, kneeling in front of this beautiful clothed woman and on the edge of spurting over her gorgeous legs. 

It was wonderful and I gave myself over to the feeling. The smile on her face told me she knew she had total control over me.

She rested her hands on her thighs and slowly slid her skirt up a few inches. "Would you like to see my panties, darling?' she whispered and I
nodded. The skirt slid over the white nylon for a moment, revealing the tops of her white stockings and she stopped. "Ask." Her soft voice went through me like electricity and I stared at those wonderful stocking tops and white garters. Georgina studied me through heavy lidded eyes, her legs moving more apart. "Ask," she repeated.

"Please," I croaked. " Can I see your panties?"

"I don't know if you can be trusted, Louis," she whispered.

"I can," I cried. "Please," I begged in desperation, "please can I see your pretty panties?"

"Crawl closer, Louis," she said and I did, staring down at her crotch covered by the white pleats of her skirt and concealing a treasure I longed to see. Slowly, she inched the skirt up until it was bunched around her waist, revealing a white lace panty framed by white garter belt and white
sheer stockings. My cock jumped and surged. Her legs moved further apart and I stared, hypnotised by the beauty of black pubic hairs peeking through white lace.

"Do you like my white panties, Louis?"

"I love you pretty white panties, Georgina," I moaned.

"Louis," she pouted, legs moving even further apart. "I'm allowing you to see my panties. Please show me some respect."

"Yes," I gasped. "Yes."

"Please call me Miss Georgina," she purred.

"Miss Georgina," I cried. "I love your pretty white panties!" Another line had been crossed.

"Would you like to kiss my panties, Louis?"

"Please, Miss Georgina," I moaned, trembling on the verge, "please let me kiss your panties."

"Come here, Louis," she whispered and I scrambled between her opening legs, hypnotised by the panty covered pussy. "Kiss the top of my stockings," she directed and I gently kissed the white band of nylon, her flesh next to my nose and her panties just inches away. Her musky smell washed over me and I could see her panties were becoming wetter by the second.

I no longer needed prompting. "Please, Miss Georgina, " I begged, lifting
my head, " Please let kiss your panties." She sighed, her legs moved open and I kissed the lovely lace that covered her pussy. I sat back waiting for her signal and she suddenly stood, pulled her panties down and sat down again, kicking the panties away. Georgina was breathing heavily as she pulled her skirt up again and exposed her pussy.

Again, I needed no prompting. "Please Miss Georgina, can I kiss your pretty pussy?" I was desperate, her wet pinkness beckoned me and I no longer cared about my dignity or position. She gave a slight nod and I leaned my face into her wetness, her thighs closing around my ears and white stockings resting on my shoulders.

I was lost in her heaven as I licked, kissed and used my tongue to elicit wonderful moans and sighs. Her legs tightened around me and I realised I was totally at her mercy but I didn't care as I sucked, licked and swallowed her sweet juices.

Finally, after her loudest exclamation of pleasure, she pushed me away. I continued to kneel, face covered in her moisture with my cock throbbing and twitching madly. With a flourish, she picked up her panties and gently wiped her pussy as I stared, desperate for relief.

She pouted. "Louis, you haven't thanked me."

"Miss Georgina, thank you for letting me kiss your beautiful pussy!"

"Beautiful, Louis?" she said as she idly wiped herself with the little ball of white lace, "you love my pussy?" I nodded widely, entranced by the wanton sight in front of me as she displayed her glistening pink folds framed by the wonderful dark hair. "As much as you love these?" she asked, unfolding the panties and holding them up. I stuttered and she smiled again. "I don't think you can make a choice, can you Louis?"

"No," I murmured, "I love them both."

She pulled her skirt down, leaned forward and dangled the panties in front of me. "Do you want these?"

"Please, Miss Georgina," I croaked.

"What, Louis?" she cooed.

"Please can I jerk off into your pretty panties?"

"Do you deserve them, Louis? You didn't thank me straight away, did you?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Georgina," I whined, desperate with need.

"No," she said, suddenly standing up, "you were a little naughty then, weren't you?"

"Yes," I admitted, head hanging with disappointment.

"Louis, " she said suddenly, looking down at me, "would you like me to move in with you? To share that big apartment of yours?"

I jerked my head up. "Yes," I said, excitedly.

"Well, ask then," she purred.

"Please Miss Georgina, move into my apartment."

She smiled and started walking to her bedroom, stoping at the door to look back at me. "Come on, Louis," she commanded. I started to struggle to my feet when her sharp voice stopped me. "Crawl to me, darling," she ordered. "I love to see your cock move around helplessly." 

I crawled in a clumsy fashion across the carpet, hands still handcuffed behind me and found her standing in front the chest of drawers, rummaging in her panty drawer. "Look at these, darling," she said holding up a pair of pink satin panties that were slightly larger than her other pairs. "They have little satin bows down the front and lace around the edges. Do you think they're pretty?"

"Please, Miss Georgina," I started to beg.

"Louis, " she interrupted. "Would you like to wear these pretty panties?"

I gulped, stunned, excited and trembling with desire. "Please, Miss Georgina, please let me wear your pretty panties."

She giggled. "Stand up," she said and giggled again as I struggled to my feet with my cock bobbing around. Slowly, she pulled the panties up my legs and over my straining cock. 

As she snapped the panties around my waist, my cock pulsed wildly as the satin closed around it with a gentle caress and she giggled slightly. "Louis, you look gorgeous in your pretty panties. I think the pretty satin and lace has made your cock grow even harder. Thank me, darling?"

I knelt in front of her without prompting, feeling deliciously humiliated in my pink panties. "Thank you Miss Georgina for letting me wear your panties."

She closed the drawer and sat on the edge of the bed and I turned on my knees to face her, her perfume washing over me as I wondered how I was going to get relief. I was desperate that she would let me cum and not punish me by making me wait until tomorrow.

"Louis," she said, dangling her white panties in her hand, legs in white
pressed together now. "I want you to get your apartment cleaned and ready for me tomorrow. Obviously, I'll have the large bedroom so make sure you've moved all your clothes out by tomorrow evening." 

She laughed when she saw my shocked face. "Louis, I have to have the extra room to store my clothes, especially my panties," she said, dangling the white panties in front of me and my cock slid around in the pink satin, leaving a growing wet spot in the lace bows. "You'll help me move tomorrow night." 

She leaned forward.  "You do want me to move in with you, don't you?" she whispered, full red lips maddeningly close.

"Yes," I moaned.

"Sure?"

"Yes, Please move in with me."

She smiled and glanced down at my straining cock. "Do you want to ask me about that?"

"Please Miss Georgina, " I croaked, "Please can I jerk off into your pretty panties?"

She moved her face closer and breathed in my ear. "No."

I felt like crying. "Please, please," I begged. "Please let me."

Georgina sat back a little. "Why?" she said coldly.

"I need to cum! Please, I need to!" I begged, cock desperately straining against the pink satin and lace of the panties I was wearing.

"Ask me properly, then."

"Please Miss Georgina, please let me cum. I'll do anything," I added in desperation and I knew another line had been crossed.

"All right, darling, I'll let you cum but I'm not going to let you jerk off. We'll save that, Louis, for another time." She leaned closer, so closer I could have licked her lips with my tongue. 

Slowly, she caressed my nipple with the white lace panties. "Darling, I'm going to let you come in your pink satin panties." I groaned, trembling on the edge. "Don't shut your eyes," she said sharply. "I want you to see me. I can see you with your pink satin and lace panties stretched tight, showing off your cock. You remember these, darling?" she asked holding the white panties in front of my face and I nodded wildly, memories of her pussy flashing before me.

"I'm going to let you smell and taste them. You'll love that, won't you?"  she whispered and I nodded again. "Here, darling, smell them. Taste them,  suck them." I sucked the panties into my mouth relishing the taste of her juices and the musky aroma washing over me. "Come for me, darling. Show me how much you like me to watch you in your panties, your beautiful pink girlish panties."

I couldn't last any longer with the silken touch of the panties caressing my pulsing cock and I erupted with a guttural moan as I pumped a load of cum into the panties, my face screwed with the agony of pleasure. 

I came back to earth, still kneeling and my panties sodden with my cum. She leaned forward and brushed my hair from my eyes as I gasped for breath.

Quickly, I remembered. "Thank you, Miss Georgina for letting me cum."

A smile brightened her beautiful face and then clouded. "That's nice, darling but you still forgot before, didn't you?"

I was miserable. "Yes, I'm sorry."

"I know you are but I must punish you. Ask me, darling."

"Miss Georgina, please punish me." Please, I silently prayed, don't stop me from cuming tomorrow.

"Darling, I want you to wear those wet and sticky panties home under your jeans." I almost sighed in relief and smiled gratefully at her. "Don't forget to wash them, darling. Along with these," she said, dropping the white panties into my sodden lap. "They'll dry overnight and I want you wear the pink panties all day tomorrow, darling. Do you understand?"

"Yes Miss Georgina."
"
And no jerking off without my permission!"

"I promise, Miss Georgina."

Perhaps another line had been crossed as I was grateful she had decided to punish me by making me wear wet panties home under my clothes. I realised I would do anything to keep her in my life.

She was right, the pink panties were dry the next morning so, after my shower, I put them on and was instantly hard. I knew I couldn't jerk off so I expended my energy on moving my clothes and other items out of my (now her) room into the second, smaller bedroom. Basically, I really didn't mind as I was excited about Georgina and her wicked ways moving in with me. I knew I was going to cross more of those invisible lines but, not only did I not care, I wanted to!

God, I was hard. And those panties didn't help with their silken smoothness
and softness that reminded me with every step what I was wearing. I have no doubt that Georgina knew the effect the panties would have on me, in fact, she probably planned it that way.

I rushed over to her apartment long before I was supposed to and waited on the step. Hours later she came home and, with minimal instructions, I carried her heavy suitcases to a cab and we were soon at my (our) apartment.

I dragged the suitcase into her room and waited as she glanced around. "Are you wearing your panties, Louis?" she asked absently.

"Yes Miss Georgina," I replied, my cock immediately hard.

"How can I see?" I quickly dropped my jeans around my ankles and pulled up my T-shirt. She smiled when she saw my cock outlined in the pink satin. "Very nice and very pretty. Now," she said turning back to the room and pointing to one of the cases. "I want you to unpack that one and place the clothes on the hangers in those robes." I bent down to pull my jeans up. "No," she commanded. "You'll be much more comfortable in just your panties." I pulled the clothes off and started to work.

And work I did. I unpacked all the clothes in the cases while she relaxed in a bath. As I unpacked her lingerie, my cock grew even harder and I had pictures of her lying naked in the bathtub. Finally, I finished just as Georgina emerged from the bathroom, clad in a long white robe, her hair wrapped in towel.

She smiled when she saw the work I had done and I felt pleased "Good boy," she said and I blushed. "You deserve a reward." She unwrapped her hair and started towelling it dry. "Your handcuffs are in my handbag. Get them". I trotted off to find them, cock throbbing in its satin prison, found my handcuffs and returned, holding them out to her. "Put them on," she commanded and I clicked them around one wrist and waited for her direction.

"Hands behind your back." And I felt a thrill as she moved behind me and clicked my hands together. "You've worked so hard," she said, "so I'm going to let you watch me get dressed." She stood in front of me and smiled.  "Unless," she said with a sly look at my straining penis in its pink
panties," you don't want to?"

I immediately fell to my knees. "Please, Miss Georgina, please let me
watch."
She smiled at me and rummaged through her underwear drawer. "Do you like these, Louis?" she asked, holding up a pair of cherry red wispy panties. My cock throbbed as she displayed them. "No," she said, before I could utter anything, discarding them back to the drawer, "Not what I had in mind."

Georgina opened a small bag I had not been instructed to unpack and removed a brown paper parcel which she placed on the bed as she sat on the edge, legs together.

She rummaged in the bag. "Move closer, darling," she said and I crawled until I was kneeling directly in front of her. The hem of the robe covered her legs but it was so tantalising as I guessed, no hoped, she was naked under it. Suddenly, she produced a dog collar and calmly buckled it around my throat. "There," she said, smiling at me for a moment and the, her face changed. "Would you like to look at me?"

"Please, Miss Georgina," I begged, "Can I look at you?"

"You know, Louis," she said sharply, "Your begging can become tiresome." Again, she rummaged in the bag. "Open your mouth, Louis and shut your eyes." I did and a round plastic object was pushed into my mouth. I struggled for a moment but she was relentless and I felt the ball gag being buckled into place. I opened my eyes to her smiling face and tried to protest but I couldn't make a sound.

Georgina stood up, flicked her robe off and, naked, slowly turned in front of me.  "Do you like this, Louis?" she asked softly and I nodded frantically. She was magnificent, large beautiful white breasts and delicate pussy. I looked down at my cock and saw a wet patch on the front of my panties and I knew I was on the edge of cumming as my cock was caressed by the satin. 

Georgina must have sensed it.    "Stand up," she commanded and I struggled to my feet. Quickly, stripped my panties to my knees, leaving my cock exposed and obscenely swollen. The panties fell away and she motioned for me to kick them away. As I did so, I watched her walk to her drawers. "Kneel," she said without turning and I did.

I watched her slip a white bra on and marvelled at her breasts as she did so. She gave me a sly look, opened a packet of white pantyhose and flicked them open. "No panties today, Louis," she smiled and I watched as she slid the pantyhose on. The hose was sheer to waist and her pussy hair was plainly visible. 

Sitting on the bed again, with her legs apart, she gripped the gag harness and pulled my face to her crotch. "It's a pity you've got that in your mouth, isn't it, Louis? You could kiss my pussy. Would you like to do that?" I desperately tried to make a sound but was unsuccessful.

My nose was a few inches from her nylon covered pussy and I could smell her musky perfume as she became excited. "Like a taste?" she mocked and I nodded frantically. The humiliation of my position washed over me with a delicious tingle that went straight to my bobbing cock. "Not now, Louis," she said, pushing me away so I fell on my back. 

Georgina stood, giggling as she saw me struggling to right myself with my cock jutting upwards. As I regained my kneeling position she slipped on a white T-shirt that displayed the outlines of her breasts and a short white skirt. 

Laughing, she stood in front of me and raised the hem of her skirt for a moment to display her black pubic hairs flattened by the sheer white
nylon, her fingers caressing herself through the nylon. She dropped the hem of the skirt and, from that brown bag, she retrieved a dog lead, snapped it to my collar and jerked it upwards. "Up, little puppy," she said.

I had hardly enough time to get to my feet before she lead me into the main room and near the front door which she leaned against, looking back at me.

"I could take you outside, Louis. Take a walk down the hall. Show you to our neighbours. Would you like that?" 

I was horrified but at the same time, excited by the thought of being displayed and out of control. "Do you think your neighbours would like to see you like this?" She smiled and gestured at my hard cock. I shook my
head, trying to make a noise. "I haven't met the neighbours yet. This could be a good way to get their attention. Or, I could take you outside and leave you. Would you like that instead " I desperately tried to say no and she watched me in wry amusement. "I think you would," she said, hand resting on the doorknob. "I think you would like me to throw you outside."

I shook my head, gurgling behind the gag. "Beg me," she said calmly and I dropped to my knees. "Please me," she said and raised her hem again to show me her black pubic hairs flattened by the sheer white nylon. I tried but it was impossible with the gag. "Use your nose," she demanded and I did, pushing myself into the wet nylon, trying to please her, her swampy smell overwhelming me with her excitement.

A firm tug on the leash stopped me. "Useless," she said coldly. "Up." Following the tug on the leash, I unsteadily stood and, then, followed her into my room. "On the bed," she ordered and I laid on the bed while she clicked the dog lead around the bed-head. Georgina left the room for a moment and returned with some leather cuffs and chain which she used to bind my feet to the foot of the bed. 

It was uncomfortable, spreadeagled like that because of my hands cuffed behind my back but I managed to shift slightly on my side and be a little comfortable.

Georgina leaned against the wall and looked down at me. "Louis," she said softly, "You look so helpless." I watched, panting behind my gag as she lifted the hem of her skirt and used the fingers of her other hand to rub her pussy through the nylon. I was in exquisite torment. Suddenly, she stopped, dropped her skirt into place and ran her fingers through her hair.

I was sure she didn't cum but she was still obviously aroused as her hard nipples were clearly visible through her bra and T-shirt. 

Georgina sat next to me. "I have a visitor arriving soon, darling," she said. "His name is Tom and he brings me little gifts." I was stunned, my eyes widening in shock and she giggled. "Yes, darling. Things like lingerie, perfume. Little things. He's a salesman who visits the store. When he's in town he brings me a little something. And I give him something in return," she whispered, moving closely so her lips were close to my ear.

"I give him a nice, slow hand-job." She circled her fingers and made a jerking motion slowly through the air. She stood up suddenly and, smiling, looked down at me. "And you can listen, Louis and wish it was you." 

With that she walked to the door. "Keep silent Louis. It would be embarrassing for you if Tom saw you like that." Georgina switched the light off and left the room, leaving the door slightly ajar.

I lay in the dark in sweet anguish, wondering if she had been telling me the truth. I couldn't move and my cock remained hard for sometime. Finally, the front door buzzer sounded and I heard Georgina walk to the door. I could hear everything clearly.

"Tom, you darling. Good to see you."

"And you, as gorgeous as always."

"Come in." I heard the sound of the door close.

A low whistle. "Nice place. Moving up in the world?"

Small laugh. "Could say that. I share it with a friend."
"Do I know her?" I tingled at that.

"No, I went to school with her. Her name is Louise." 

"Is she here?"

"Not at the moment." Another small laugh.

"Ooh, so we're alone?"

"Tom!" More laughter. "Don't do that. You know we have an agreement."

"I know." Sighing. "Can't blame me for trying." Images of a man pushing his hand up her short skirt pushed my cock into overdrive.

"Coffee?"

"Sure."

I heard the small talk continue and coffee made. I guessed they were seated on the sofa, not far from my bedroom door. There was the noise of unwrapping paper and Georgina's voice. "Oh Tom, this is wonderful?"

"You like it?"

"I do. Thank you darling." The sound of a kiss.

"You know," Tom began slowly but Georgina interrupted.

"Don't start darling. I don't have room in my life for complications. If things were different but, they're not. All right?"

A pause. "Yeah, OK." A change in tone. "When's your girlfriend returning?"

"Louise?" My cock stiffened even more. "Not for a while. She's tied up until nine thirty or so."

"Well, then?"

A giggle. "You have something else for me?"

The sound of a  zipper. "How about this."

"Nice. Take them off. I'll be back in a moment." She walked in the door, switching the light on as she entered and standing beside the bed. She smiled down at me and made a jerking off motion in front of her pussy. I was totally under her control and I had no idea what she planned next. It excited me. She leaned down and whispered softly in my ear. "Listen closely, Louise!" she said. "Listen while my hand slides up and down his cock. "

Just as suddenly as she entered, she left and I was again plunged into the half darkness. The door was open slightly more than before and, like before, I could hear everything.

"Ooooh," I heard her say. "It's so big. I'll give it a little kiss." I heard him moan and I wished I could as well. "Do you like this?" I heard her ask and he must have nodded his head. I visualised her hand sliding up
and down his fat cock. "Should I stop?" she teased.

"No," I heard his strangled voice. "Oh my God!"

"Not God, darling," she giggled, "just little old me. I might have a rest for a while?"

"No, don't!"

"Oh?"
"Don't tease me, Georgina. I've been on the road for three weeks!"

"I won't darling," she soothed. "I like the sight  of my hand playing with your cock." Ragged breathing for a few moments and slippery sounds. My cock throbbed painfully.

"Oh," I heard him moan and then cry out. "Don't stop. Don't.....ooohhh!" Movement and rustling on the sofa, then silence.

"I'll get you a towel," she said. Rustle of clothing. "Nice?" she asked.

"Mmm. Do you like my present?"

"Lovely. And sexy."

"Any chance of seeing you in it?"

"Now, Tom...."

"I know, I know. Complications."

"I'll show them to Louise. She'll get very jealous."

"I'd better go. She might arrive soon and I wouldn't want her to start asking annoying questions."

"Don't worry, darling. Louise knows how to keep silent."  I thought I heard a muffled giggle and the front door opened. "'Bye, Darling."

"See you next time?" he asked.

“Phone me at the store first."

The door closed and the door to my bedroom burst open, light switched on.  Georgina lifted her skirt and crouched over my face, the wet nylon pressing against the ball gag and my nose. She was soaking wet and her musky perfume swept over me like a sensual cloud. Moaning, she rubbed against me, holding my head still with her thighs. I couldn't move as she used me to masturbate against. Her breathing was hot and heavy and she suddenly stiffened and moaned, her whole body trembling.

Finally, she moved off me and stood next to the bed, her breathing easing. With a quick movement, she removed her T-Shirt and skirt, standing there in the white lace bra and sheer white pantyhose. My cock was still stiff and
she smiled at me as she unshackled my feet. A quick tug of the leash and I
was standing in front of her.

"Down," she commanded and I knelt before her. "Do you want to cum?" I nodded frantically, desperate. "Do you like my sexy legs?" I struggled to
make a sound but couldn't. "Be a little puppy, Louis and hump my legs. Rub your cock against my pantyhose. It's all you deserve, so do it!" Insistent pulling on the leash moved me closer and my cock rubbed between her calves.

She closed her legs together, lightly embracing my cock in the white nylon covered legs. "Come on, little puppy," she breathed. "Hump my leg." Totally embarrassed and humiliated, I started pumping my cock between her legs. I had been aroused for so long I knew it would not take long. 

"Look up at me,  puppy," she said, pulling my ball gag. I looked up past her sodden crotch with the black hairs sticking to the nylon, past her large breasts rising and falling in the white lace, to her smiling face as she looked down at me, her little puppy. 

A quick flash of reason flickered inside my fuddled mind. Here I was, naked, bound and gagged, humping the legs of a beautiful woman who, a few moments before, had given a man a perfect hand-job while I listened, a hand-job I knew I would probably never get.

The urge to cum swept over me and I humped and humped. Finally, I spurted and spurted against her legs while she giggled. As my head hung, trying to regain my breath, I felt her fingers releasing my gag.

 My jaws ached and I flexed them uncertainly before I could speak in my cracked and strained voice.  "Thank you for letting me cum, Miss Georgina."

She smiled and held my face against the wet nylon of her pantyhose covered pussy.

I approached the next day with caution. What else could I do? I must admit that I did sleep late and when I did venture from  my room, Georgina had all ready left for the store.

I spent the day in a hot and uneven quandary. She had escalated her control over me and I liked it, no, enjoyed it. With care, I prepared the evening meal and waited for her return. Nervously, I watched her sweep into the room, dressed in a red skirt and jacket, white blouse and black stockings. 

Georgina smiled when she saw the set table and the light meal I had prepared. "Why, Louis," she said. "How sweet." I blushed with pleasure as she sat. When the meal was completed, I cleared the table while she relaxed on the sofa and I brought her coffee. I then retreated to my room where, with heart pounding, I removed my clothing. Heart pounding, cock throbbing, I moved into the other room and knelt in front of her.

"Miss Georgina, please let me jerk off," I asked softly.

She smiled at me, that beautiful smile, and slowly uncrossed her legs, the  skirt riding up to show me her wonderful thighs clad in the sheer black stockings.

"Why, Louis," she said smoothly, " you seem to be in a constant state of excitement these days." She pointed down at me. "Legs further apart,  darling," she instructed. "I want to see all of you, especially your balls." 

Calmly, she raised her skirt until her black lace panties were revealed, framed by her black garter belt and white thighs. I stared at them, my cock pounding with excitement.

"Would you like to kiss these?"

"Please, Miss Georgina, can I kiss your panties?" 

"Hands behind your back, Louis," she snapped and I quickly complied.

Languidly, she lowered her skirt and stood in front of me. I could feel her
looking down at me but I kept my head lowered, staring at her legs in sheer black nylon. "Will you do what I ask, Louis?" she said softly and I nodded quickly.

"Miss Georgina, yes. I'll do anything?" My cock pulsed with the humiliation of it all.

"Anything?" I nodded again and she smiled at me. "Kiss my shoes, darling,"  she purred. "Both of them." I leaned forward in total subordination and gently kissed the shiny black leather of her shoes. She smiled and I felt as if I had given myself to her. "Now, lick them," she ordered and, again,  I leaned forward and cleaned her shoes with a trembling tongue. 

"You're cock is so hard, Louis. I think you love this," she said and I blushed as I finished licking. "I didn't tell you to stop," she said sharply and I hurriedly returned to licking her shoes. "You can stop now," she said softly and I rocked back on my heels, hands still held behind my back and
my cock jutting sharply from my crotch.
 
"I love controlling you, Louis. You're so eager you make my panties wet.  Do you like me controlling you?"

"Yes, Miss Georgia," I croaked.

There was a rustle of clothing as she raised the hem of her skirt until I was staring at her black lace panties. "Do you want more?"

"Yes, Miss Georgina," I panted.

"Do you want to kiss my panties?"

"Please, Miss Georgina," I pleaded.

"My wet panties? Do you want to kiss my wet panties?"

"Please, Miss Georgina. Please let me kiss your wet panties!"

"Move closer, Louis," she purred and I moved my face just inches from her panties. "Do you want to be my slave, darling? "she said softly and my cock jerked at the sound of the word. 

"Yes. Yes. Please!" I panted.

"Kiss my panties, slave," she commanded and I pushed my mouth to her sweet
crotch, her special perfume rolling over and around me as my cock trembled. Her gentle fingers ran through my hair and she pulled me back. "Slave," she said softly, testing the word and I tingled. "Say it."

"Slave," I echoed and her fingers tightened in my hair.

"No. Tell me what you are."

"I am your slave, Miss Georgina."

"Mistress!" she corrected.

"I am your slave, Mistress," I whispered, crossing the final line.

"It is always your choice, slave," she said. "You can always stop." She dropped her skirt. "Do you want to stop, slave?"

"No, Mistress," I answered desperately.

"I will have total obedience, slave. Total! I will control you, humiliate you, degrade you and use you." She smiled mockingly. "And you will love it,  won't you, slave?" she demanded.

"Yes Mistress," I moaned, body trembling.

She turned and sat down on the couch. "You will find a package on my bed,  slave. You will put the collar and leash on as well as the ball-gag. Tightly, slave, so you can't make a sound. Understand?"

She was actually going to make me put it on! And she knew I would willingly do it. "Yes, Mistress, "I said and crawled away to her room.

After placing the collar around my throat, I studied my face in the mirror
to see if I had altered in some discernible way. Was this a new Louis? What was I becoming? A few months ago, I would never have dreamed this was possible, that I would willingly abase myself to another person. 

Slowly, I slipped the ball-gag into my mouth, my cheeks filling as I pulled it tight and buckled it closed. My cock swelled even more as I stared into the
mirror and a helpless, powerless slave gazed back.

The leash rubbed against me as I crawled back to her, and knelt before her feet. She smiled down at me and produced a small metal article from her handbag. "This is your controller, slave." I stared at the small metal tube and it's collection of small chains and rings. "I pull your cock through
this tube and lock it in place around your balls and your legs." She giggled. "You have to sit down to piss, Louise!  And you'll experience a little discomfort when you try to get hard. But you will be controlled. I know you'll love it." She smiled down at my throbbing cock. "Of course, you can't put it on now, can you?" 

Georgina stood, jerking the leash so I stood and followed her. Without hesitation she opened the balcony door and walked out to the open area that was two floors about the street. Even though it had a  low wall around it, taller buildings looked down from all sides and I shrank back against the
wall. 

She stopped and smiled. "You're embarrassed? Too bad, I choose to display you." She sat down on the out-door chair and stared at me as I hovered uncertainly. Leaning back in the chair, she slowly slid her skirt up so her sheer black stocking tops and the start of her garter belt was revealed. "Walk out here, slave, with your hands behind your back and stand in front of me." 

Slowly, I walked into the open air, my skin feeling the slight breeze as I tingled in delicious humiliation. I stood trembling in front of her in my gag and collar, totally exposed as she smiled up at me. "Look," she said softly, slowly sliding her skirt up to reveal her black panties. "You love this, don't you?" I nodded feebly. "Kneel, slave. Kneel in front of your Mistress."

I fell to my knees on the rough concrete. "Do you want to cum, slave?" I nodded feverishly. "There are probably people looking out their windows at you right now. Do you still want to cum?" I nodded my head urgently and she smiled. "When you cum, slave, I will put your controller on. I don't know when I'll decide to take it off. Do you want me to control you?" This time, she didn't wait for my bobbing head and she laughed. " Look at my panties, slave and jerk off. Now!"

Totally exposed to anyone watching in the adjoining buildings, I crouched behind the low wall and gripped my slippery, throbbing cock. Her panties swam in front of me as I tugged and within a few short pulls, I erupted with a shuddering groan,  milking myself of passion as I collapsed on the
concrete floor.

I heard her laugh and felt her pull my arms behind me and lock them into place with the handcuffs. Where she got them from, I have no idea but she is a well organised person. She stepped over me and left me alone on the balcony,  curled up on the floor in my shame and humiliation.

A little later, Georgina slipped my shrunken cock into its new tubular prison and locked it and the small chains that circled each leg  in place with a small golden padlock. The key was hung on a small gold chain around her slender throat. It felt strange and the slight pressure on my cock and the metal ring circling my balls would always serve as a constant reminder
of my slavery.

She walked into the apartment, pulling the leash so I followed behind her.  Disdainfully, she left me alone for a few moments until she returned and removed my gag, tossing it into a corner. 

Slowly, she pulled her panties down, elegantly kicking them in front of me and sat back on the couch, legs spread so her wet pussy beckoned me with its moist pinkness. I felt the first pangs of pain as my cock vainly tried to grow within its metal prison.

"Lick, slave," she said, sinking back into the sofa with eyes half closed in exquisite victory.
 
That was my last sexual release for sometime. 

For the next few mornings I would arise, sit on the toilet, shower and then, naked and controlled, prepare breakfast for my Mistress. I would prepare her clothes for the day on her direction, wash the soiled ones and cook and clean while she was at the store.

I would make her a drink on her return in the evening and then present the meal I had prepared. She ate in silence and I waited for her approval.  After I had cleaned the dishes and kitchen while she sipped a drink, I would silently join her in the lounge room. Sometimes, I silently wondered
why I so easily slipped into the role of slave.

The first night after she had placed the controller on me, I had asked permission to jerk off. Georgina  refused and instructed that I was not to ask anymore. It would be her decision and I would just have to wait.  Georgina then ordered me to kneel and service her with my tongue. 

Slowly, I knelt and worked my lips up her stockings until, finally, my trembling mouth caressed her panties. The sexual pressure was building up as was my torment. She pulled her panties to one side, exposing her pussy to my tongue.  My poor cock attempted to swell to erection and I felt the tight pain of being controlled. Georgina had smiled down at me when she noticed my expression of pain. 

Now, kneeling silently next to her, I waited her instructions.  She glanced at me over the rim of her glass. "Are you still my slave,  Louis?" she asked slyly.

I nodded. "Yes, Mistress."

"Do you enjoy being my slave?"

"Yes, Mistress." I winced with the pain as my cock attempted to swell.

Georgina smiled.  "You realise, Louis, you are a slave to all women." I was stunned, my head jerking upward to stare at her dark eyes. "All women, slave," she said softly. "If a woman commands you, you are to obey. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I whispered, my heart thudding and my cock in pain.

"Without question, slave. Instantly and without question. Or you will be punished."

"Yes, Mistress." 

Georgina picked up a magazine while I waited hopefully, desperate for the command that would take me down the road towards release. She ignored me for a few minutes and then spoke coldly. "Lay out my blue suit for tomorrow, slave. Run my bath and after you've done my washing, you may go to bed."

I hung my head in disappointment. "Yes, Mistress," I murmured, hoping against hope she would change her mind and allow me to cum.  She didn't.

The next morning I followed what was becoming my usual pattern. After Georgina left, I immersed myself in my chores, working through the apartment naked and always on the edge of sexual excitement but, because of the controller, not even getting close to fulfilment. I was desperate and even though I knew it would cause me pain, I buried my face once in her soiled panties and enjoyed her special perfume. My cock throbbed in its metal tube.

Mid-afternoon, the doorbell sounded. In a panic, I rushed around for a robe and opened the door, the chain holding it slightly open. "Yes?" I asked through the gap, peering into the hall.

A tall blonde woman in a mustard business skirt and jacket stood in front of the door, a large bag on the floor beside her. "Yes?" I repeated.

"Hello, Louis. I'm Clarissa." Georgina's assistant!

"Uh, Georgina isn't here," I said hesitantly through the gap.

She laughed. "I know that. I've just come from the store."

"She's not here," I repeated, starting to close the door.

Clarissa was next to the door in an instant. "Listen to me Louis," she snapped. "I know you are Georgina's slave! I order you to open this door.
Now!" I was stunned and humiliated, and yet, Georgina's words echoed within me. "You know you have to obey me!" she hissed.  I was a slave to all women, I had no choice but to obey!

Slowly, I unchained the door, swung it open and Clarissa burst in.  The door closed behind her and her eyes swept over me. "Get rid of the robe," she snapped. Sheepishly, I slipped out of the robe and draped it
over the chair.

Clarissa smiled at the controller. "On your knees, slave!" I knelt in front of her, a delicious feeling sweeping over me as my cock struggled against
the metal controller. How I longed to have it removed. "Today," sheannounced, " is Georgina's birthday. I'm going to give her a surprise gift. And you're going to help, aren't you slave." 

"Yes, Mistress," I said meekly, staring at the sheer black nylon encasing
her legs.

"Follow me," she said, leading the way into Georgina's bedroom where she threw her bag on the bed. She removed her jacket, revealing a simple white blouse and opened the bag. Retrieving a smaller bag of items, she pointed towards the bathroom. 

Quickly, she coated my body from my throat down from a large spray can,  paying particular care to my groin. Soon, it was stinging and I started to move from foot to foot. "Stop it," she snapped. It seemed like an eternity until she ordered me into the shower. "Spray it off," she ordered and I lunged for the taps. The water gushed over me removing the gel and, to my horror, all my hair. Soon, I was completely hairless with my tingling pink flesh exposed, causing my cock to push against the metal.

Clarissa held my chin and inspected me critically. "Shave, then dry yourself," and, with that, she turned on her heel and left the bathroom.

I remerged later and she studied my face. "You'll do," she announced.  "Here," she said, tossing me a white lace garter belt. "Put that on.  Quickly!" she snapped and I clumsily fastened the belt around my waist. A pair of white stockings with lace tops followed and Clarissa laughed as I had trouble putting them on. 

I looked at my smooth legs in the white nylon and I suffered pain in my groin. Clarissa moved closer to me and tickled my testicles causing even more pain. "You know, slave, if Georgina is pleased with her present, she just might remove this," she said, touching the metal tube of my controller. "I bet you'd like that."

"Yes, Mistress," I groaned.

"Then, I don't want any trouble from you, understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good. Now turn around." Quickly, she fastened a white lace bra around me.  I blushed as she filled the cups with some plastic like material and I blushed again as I gazed down at my large life-like breasts, my tortured cock throbbing in pain. 

Clarissa laughed when she turned me around to face her. "My, what big tits you have!"  She fastened a flounced white lace petticoat around my waist and slipped a black French maids outfit over my head. 

After zipping it up, she made me pirouette. I felt humiliated as the skirt of the maids dress just covered my groin, displaying my stocking tops.  I knew, if the controller was removed, my hard cock would be constantly exposed.  

Clarissa giggled and produced a small padlock which she used to fasten the top of the zipper on the outfit. I couldn't remove the dress without the key. She beckoned and I followed her into the bedroom where I sat in a chair while she started applying make-up to my face.

It took a long time and my cock ached the entire time. A blonde wig was placed on my head after she had painted my lips with bright red lip-stick.  "There," she said, moving me towards the mirror. "What do you think,  Louise!"

I was stunned. I knew I was never as masculine as other males but the difference was made clearer to me. A woman stared back at me from the mirror, a sluttish woman with dark eyes, a blonde wig and bright red lips.

"Don't say anything," she whispered. "Go get your collar and handcuffs."  I did so and she fastened my wrists behind me with a click, the change in posture forcing my breasts forward. Slowly, she locked the collar around my throat. "Kneel," she ordered and I did so, looking up at her as she admired me. "Amazing," she said, almost to herself. "Absolutely amazing." 

There was a long moment of silence. "I have to try those lips," she whispered.  Clarissa unzipped her skirt and laid it carefully over the bed. She was wearing sheer black pantyhose and, as far as I could tell, no panties. My punished cock ached. Clarissa kicked her shoes off and pulled the pantihose down. I gaped in astonishment at her cleanly shaven pussy. "You like this?"  she smiled as she sat on the edge of the bed, legs wide, shaven pussy pinkly gleaming. "Lick, Louise," she commanded. "Lick me with those red lips." 

I moved closer and ran my tongue around her labia and she groaned. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw our images reflected in the wardrobe mirrors,  two woman enjoying sex with bondage. A blond maid/slave  was giving her mistress pleasure.

Clarissa moaned as my tongue probed deeper, her juices covering my face and her fingers stroking my blond wig. She pulled be back slightly and I looked up at her, her shiny wet pussy inches from my face. "Kiss me, slut," she huskily said. "Kiss me with your red lips." I closed my mouth, pursed my lips and gently kissed her clitoris, the lipstick running into her juices.

Clarissa shook, moaned and pulled my face deeper into her cunt. My tongue kept up with her urgent thrusting as she moaned, heaved and came with an exhilarating rush.

Silently, I continued to gently wash her pussy with my tongue as she slumped on the bed. She sat up and cupped my chin with her hand, her wet and shinning pussy inches from my lips. "Louise," she murmured, "your lipstick is smudged." Clarissa pushed me away and scooped her pantyhose up on her way to the bathroom. She returned in a short while, pantyhose on and make-up corrected, looking the professional assistant once again.

A quick motion of her hand and I followed her into the bathroom. Once again, I sat on the chair and stared at the sluttish woman, lipstick smeared by pussy juice who stared back at me from the mirror. Clarissa corrected my make-up and led me into the lounge room where she motioned for me to sit on the sofa.  From her bag, she produced two leather restraints which she strapped around my ankles and clicked a short light chain between them. 

With a flourish she produced a pair of high heel shoes and placed
them before me.  "Get up," she commanded , helping me to struggle to my feet. "Put them on."

The shoes were difficult of put on but I managed, the chain limiting me to short steps.  "Kneel," she commanded and I did so.

Clarissa gathered her things and smiled down at me kneeling in the middle of the floor. "What a birthday gift," she breathed as she tied a ribbon with a card around my neck... "Georgie will be so pleased." With a giggle she swept out the door, closing it behind her.

I glanced in the mirror. The slut in the reflection pouted her glossy lips and my cock surged against the restraint.

Trembling with anticipation, I waited for my Mistress and my new life.

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