Jane and Bob                       by: Jane Lincoln

 

Part Three

When I returned three hours later Bob was standing in the middle of the living room floor, dressed only in the satin panties. He looked a bit concerned and very cute. I was really enjoying this! I never knew I had dominatrix tendencies. This was a learning experience for me too!

Bob didn’t say a word as I carried several large packages into the apartment and pulled the door shut. Before I left I’d taken all the money in his wallet, nearly three hundred dollars but even with that this shopping trip had nearly bankrupted me. It’d be well worth it if things went as I planned, I thought.

I walked through the bedroom to the bathroom and inspected Bob’s work. He’d done an OK job for a man I decided. The commode was clean as was the tub and the sink had been scrubbed clean. The floor had been mopped. Fresh towels hung on the rack. He’d missed emptying the trash but otherwise the bathroom was spotless.

Bob had vacuumed and made a stab at making the bed. The breakfast dishes had been washed and were put away.

The only thing wrong was his surly look. Bob’s recent sexual release had obviously relieved most of the pressure keeping him subservient. He wasn’t going to be as pliable as he was when he was horny.

The only solution was to get him horny, and keep him that way.

"Bob, darling," I cooed, "Wait in the living room for me, please." My tone soothed him somewhat; he trudged off into the other room. I decided to try out one of my purchases. I closed the bedroom door and quickly pulled my tee shirt, jeans, and shoes, and bra off. Reaching into a medium size plastic bag I pulled out a skirt and top I’d bought.

Not just any skirt and top! These were specially made from the adult novelty shop a few blocks away. The saleslady told me they were the kind strippers wore (the look she gave me told me she thought that’s what I was). They were made of special material, woven and stretchy but shiny. They looked like shiny black latex but were cool and could be worn for long periods of time.

I pulled the top over my head. It was short and barely covered my breasts; in addition it was very small. The material stretched an incredible amount. It molded to the contour of my breasts. My rapidly hardening nipples were clearly outlined.

The skirt was next. I swear, the damn thing didn’t look like it’d fit my wrist, much less cover my tush; but again, the material stretched. It was very short, ending almost the entire way up my thighs. My shoulders and midriff were bare. Looking down I could clearly see panty lines; uh-oh I thought and started to remove the skirt and change panties. Then I thought, What the hell? And left it. My bikinis were clearly outlined but Bob would enjoy that I bet!

Black sandals with four inch heels completed the outfit. A quick look in the mirror; a cheap slut stared back at me. I was embarrassed; blushing a bit. That was ok too I thought. I looked a little flushed.

And my nipples were getting harder and my pussy was already a bit moist. Again not a bad thing I thought.

One final glance in the mirror and I opened the bedroom door and strolled out into the living room. Bob was sitting on the couch trying to relax. He looked up as I entered the room and walked over directly in front of him. His eyes got wide and I heard him gasp. A good reaction!

As I continued to stand in front of him his eyes raked up and down, taking in my costume. He began to squirm a bit; I knew he was getting excited and his poor penis was trying unsuccessfully to get hard. What must that feel like? I wondered.

After a minute or so I pointed to the floor in front of the couch. Without a word Bob slid to his knees in front of me. I moved around him and sat on the couch, legs crossed.

"Bob," I said, "Be a darling and help me paint my toes." Bob looked stricken, as if he couldn’t believe what I was asking of him. Well, he’d better get used to it, I thought. He was going to be helping with lots of little chores this week. "Look in the bathroom, in the cabinet. Get the red polish and a box of tissue."

Bob wasn’t eager to comply but the new stirrings in his caged groin reminded him I was in control of his sexual relief. And the sight of me sitting in my stripper’s outfit on the couch reminded him that I could also turn him on at will.

And so my caged male trudged off and returned a minute later with nail polish and tissues. I dangled my left foot in front of him and he began to carefully brush the bright paint on my toenails. Mistakes he corrected with tissue.

When Bob finished my left foot I recrossed my legs not too quickly - I wanted him to get a flash of my bright red panties, the same color as the nail polish he was applying. I heard his breath catch; he showed more interest in painting the nails on my right foot.

When he finished I patted his head. "Good job," I told him. "Now, darling, there is another little task you can help me with."

Bob looked up into my eyes. I slowly uncrossed my legs; his gaze immediately fell to my crotch. As I slowly spread my legs I could see him begin to squirm. Good, I thought, this turns him on. "Bob, darling," I cooed, "Do you like my pretty panties?"

"Uh, huh," he grunted.

"Well, that’s good darling. They feel so nice and sexy. You’d like to feel nice and sexy too, wouldn’t you?" I asked.

Bob was transfixed, unable to tear his eyes from my panty covered pussy. I sensed that my wetness was showing on the thin front of the satin. "Uh, huh," was all he could say.

"Stand up; come with me."

I led him into the bedroom. "There’s something I want you to do for me," I told him. He looked up expectantly, certain he was about to be ordered to please me orally. I’m certain he’d have enjoyed that, and in fact he would have the opportunity to perform that service later; but just now I had other plans. Reaching into the largest sack I pulled out a large ruffly petticoat. "Bob, you look SO cute in my panties," I told him, "I’d really enjoy dressing you up as a girl. Would you be my girl this weekend? Just for me?"

Well, he was resistant at first but after a bit of wheedling he finally gave in. I slipped the petticoat over his head; it stood out nicely. The first was a full petticoat with chemise attached; two others were skirts only and went over the first. He looked adorable!

Reaching into another package I pulled out a black French maid’s uniform. Bob’s eyes got wide and I thought he was going to protest as I shook the uniform out but he remained silent as I pulled it down over his head. I zipped it in back. It was tight but not a bad fit; I’d guessed his measurements pretty well. Black high heel pumps, large size, completed the outfit.

When I was done I had Bob turn for me. He looked lovely! He had trouble balancing in the heels but he’d soon get over that.

I stared up at him (he was a head taller than me even without the heels) and his gaze met mine, defiantly. As I stared back the full impact of his situation came crashing down on him. Here he was, locked into a cock sheath which prevented him from doing anything with his little pee-pee other than urinating; dressed in panties, heels, petticoats, and a maid’s uniform. He was rapidly becoming my sissy; he began to realize that - and the most embarrassing, humiliating thing was he really didn’t mind! In fact he was enjoying the humiliation I was dishing out; enjoyed wearing frilly girl clothes and serving me.

He didn’t particularly enjoy the pain when he became excited and his rebellious penis tried to get hard but even that was enjoyable in a perverse sort of way. Whatever happened this afternoon and tonight would be about me and my pleasure only, not him. The idea of giving pleasure without receiving it in return excited my boss.

And so when I sat on the bed and pointed at the floor in front of me he didn’t hesitate but dropped to his knees in front of me immediately. I crossed my legs and offered him my left foot; he gently removed my sandal and without being told began to kiss and lick and suck my toes. This felt wonderful; I leaned back on my elbows on the bed and reveled in the sensation. His tongue between my toes reminded me what that tongue felt like on other parts of my anatomy. I began to get wet in spite of myself.

Bob was now sucking my toes in earnest. He knew I was getting turned on! He was doing such a good job I decided to reward him by slowly uncrossing my legs. Looking up my skirt my red panties were clearly visible as was the dark stain of my wetness.

As I felt Bob’s tongue and lips worshiping my toes I began to feel a familiar tingle. I began to moan deeply; my back arched and my legs spread. The short skirt rode up; my crotch was clearly visible now. I felt him starting at my satin covered pussy as my hips began to buck I climaxed, moaning and panting.

I wanted him! I wanted him inside me, filling me; but this would not do. I knew I had to keep him chaste for the next week; that meant his little play toy would have to stay in its house for now. But I had thought of that and had bought something for just this situation.

"Take off your clothes," I ordered gutterally. Bob jumped to comply, thinking no doubt that I needed him inside me and would have to release him for satisfaction. Was he ever in for a surprise!

I reached into another bag and got a few items. Bob was naked now except for his sheath: This device held his penis bend down. Kneeling I had him step into a latex device like panties, except with a hole cut in front. I pulled them up: The hole came out just above his depressed member as I’d hoped it would.

Reaching into the bag again I removed a soft purple dildo, shaped like an erect penis. It was quite a bit larger than his, nine inches long and nearly two inches in diameter. I wasn’t certain I could take it all but it would be fun trying!

I placed the dildo into the specially made hole in the briefs he wore. It had a flange which held it in place. The control was variable speed and hung on a thin cord.

I surveyed my work: Super! I could now be satisfied, could ride Bob for hours and he’d get nothing but more frustration! Wonderful!

I had him lay on his back on the bed. I quickly removed my whore outfit and panties. I climbed onto him and guided the plastic vibrator into my opening.

Even wet as I was it was a tight fit! It hurt a bit going in and I couldn’t take it all at first but as I began to raise and lower myself I expanded gradually until the entire nine inches disappeared inside me. I couldn’t believe I could take all that!

I reached over and turned on the vibrator, on low. The dildo began a low humming and I immediately felt a warmth spreading from my insides. I turned the control to medium then up all the way.

I came almost immediately! Moaning, bucking, riding the huge artificial dick , pounding into Bob’s prone figure. I was in heaven! My only fear was that I hadn’t bought enough batteries.

Again and again I came. Bob placed a hand on each side of my waist and steadied me; otherwise I’d surely have fallen off. Again and again I heard myself moan, felt my hips begin to buck uncontrollably as the buzzing dildo drove me insane.

Finally I could take no more! Panting, I raised up and pulled the dildo from my drenched twat. Looking down at Bob I smiled. Moving up I placed one knee on each side of his head and knelt, my pussy directly above his waiting mouth. I allowed him to lick me; he was able to get his entire tongue into my pussy after the huge dildo had expanded it. That felt wonderful but I’d had so many orgasms I just couldn’t come again.

Finally, spent, I rolled off Bob’s face and collapsed on the bed. I fell into a deep sleep almost immediately.

 

 

 

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