A New Perspective · Part 2 (2/2)
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she said with a smile as I walked around the front of the car to her side and opened the door wide for her. Before she got in, she reached under the wig, grabbed my neck and gave me a very passionate kiss.
While she did so, she reached under the skirt and started feeling my tight covered ass, pulling me into her before stopping the kiss to speak: "You're right slave, that does feel nice."
Then she got in the car, leaving me standing there alone, dressed in women's clothes. I looked around as I went back to my side and saw there were a few people looking at me and even a couple pointing.
Not knowing if it was because they'd worked out I was a man or because they'd just seen some "lesbian" action, I wasn't about to ask them to find out and got in the car, put my seatbelt on and started the car. I don't know if it was the hot kiss or the people looking at us but I had an erection and again it felt weird (but a good weird rubbing against the tights. My erection was not missed by my girlfriend who, as soon as the car had started who lifted up the skirt, put her hand in the tights, pulled the panties under my balls and started pulling me off.
"Please Mistress, stop," I managed to get out. "Someone will see."
"Then drive. I'll stop when we're moving. I wouldn't want you to crash, after all. Oh, and make sure you keep both hands on the wheel when you're not changing gear won't you." Sure enough, as soon as we pulled away, she stopped but held me in her hand and gave me the occasional squeeze to keep me hard. We soon came up to a pedestrian crossing with the light on red and sure enough as soon as the car was stationary, she started pulling me off again. We were the third car back but
I still had to keep a straight face for any one who looked while crossing or a driver looking in their mirror. I knew there were another set of traffic lights coming up leading onto the main road and I'd planned to go left (like I normally do) and onto the bypass.
"No, you don't slave," my Mistress told me when she realised my plan.
"Go right. Through the city centre."
"Yes Mistress," I replied with regret. There were at least 8 sets of traffic lights between here and home and the possibilities of a stop start journey was not one I looked forward to. Getting lucky with the first couple of sets of traffic lights, we were soon caught in a slight tailback. I managed to keep the car moving slowly towards the one in front, thankfully it accelerated quickly as soon as it could while I rolled the car forward which stopped my Mistress from playing with me.
Despite feeling very silly and embarrassed dressed in women's clothes, I was turned on. Very turned on. We carried on our way home and as soon as I stopped at the next set of traffic lights, she started again.
"Please Mistress, stop. I'll cum if you don't." She didn't.
I started gasping, trying to keep my mind focused on anything except what she was doing. I was almost about to scream when the lights changed and I moved away. The next set of traffic lights were red too and
I knew I was done for. I think my Mistress knew this and went almost agonisingly slowly with her hand, determined to keep me on the brink as long as she could. I don't know if it was her plan or not but the lights changed before I came and I pulled off. The next set were green and I could see the set after that were too so I sped up to try and get across. It didn't work and I had to stop and she began again.
"Please Mistress, I'm going to cum. May I cum?" Nothing in my mind could stop what was going to happen soon but without my Mistress'
permission, it wouldn't be worth the trouble.
"No, you may not," she said and I thought I was doomed but then she stopped. Sadly (for me), it was only for a second as she pulled her hand out of the tights but held the front, grabbed my cock through them and carried on.
"Please Mistress. Sto…o…o…o…o…o." I couldn't even get the word out as the added sensations of the tight material on my cock made me cum quicker than I anticipated. The lights changed and I drove off as I was pumped for the last of my juices. "I'm sorry Mistress."
"SORRY," she yelled. "You're not sorry. Not yet. But you will be. Mark my words girl. You will be!" I didn't know what she meant by that as we drove the rest of the short distance in silence and I knew she was thinking of something. It wasn't until
I was about to turn into our road she spoke again. "No, not here.
Keep driving. I'll tell you where to park."
"Yes Mistress," I said and carried on driving, parking where she eventually told me to which was about 500m away from our house. I didn't fancy the walk back as I was but any trace of niceness I could've expected left my Mistress when the cum left me and I didn't want to add to add to that.
I parked where she told me to and got out, quickly running around to the other side to open her door.
"Let's have a look at you," she said as soon as she was out, lifting up the skirt. "Well, that's no good. Sort yourself out!
Pull your panties up! Cover yourself!"
"Yes Mistress," I quickly answered as I put my hand down the tights, pulled the panties up, rearranging my now soft cock and balls as I did so for best fit. When she was satisfied I looked "female enough"
we started to walk home, the boots still making a lot of noise. Every car that drove past us from behind, I would have my skirt lifted up and my ass shown to the driver. A few looked back at us as we walked but thankfully, no one stopped. Once home, I unlocked the door, allowing her to go in first where she told me to take her boots off (which I did) and led me into the bedroom and told me to lift the skirt up, which I also did.
"Very nice," she said as she looked at my ass, running her hand along it. "I think you'll wear thongs all the time from now on. It doesn't do for girls to have a panty line now does it? Of course, we'll have to get you your own, won't we. Mine simply aren't girly or frilly enough for you, are they slave?"
"No Mistress," I replied wondering just how serious she was.
"And anyway," she continued as she walked and my front and put her hands in the tights. "I don't think you can be trusted with my clothes.
I mean, look what you did to these. I let you have the honour of wearing them and you cum in them and make them wet. How dare you!"
"I'm sorry Mistress. I really am."
"Well, it's too late for sorry and now you will pay. Climb on the bed." I did as I was told, following my Mistress' instructions to put my ass on the wall as high as I could, so my legs were up in the air at the foot of the bed (it's in a corner) with my arms spread wide.
When I did this, the skirt fell over my stomach and back as I was tied with my arms to the ropes normally used for feet and tied legs together at the knees and ankles and, with the spare on the ankle rope, tied them up to the hook in the ceiling. I looked like I was on an upside down cross, with my head and neck supporting most of my weight but some being taken by my legs. I got the impression I was going to be here for some time.
Before I could say anything, I was told she was going to the shop and would only be a couple of minutes and the rope connecting me to the ceiling would stop me falling over. Then she was gone. I looked at myself with my slight (but only slight) bulge covering panties which were held down more by the tights. The skirt covered my stomach but not the fake breasts in the bra I could still see from the open blouse buttons.
True to her word, I wasn't left along long as I soon heard the front door open and my Mistress signal her return.
"You're a good girl, aren't you?" she asked as she returned to the bedroom.
"Yes Mistress."
"And you know that good girls wear panties don't you?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Do you think I'm wearing panties?" It was a question I had to think about. If I said yes, she'd show me what kind of a girl she was, and that wouldn't be good. If I said no, she'd asked why I didn't think she was a good girl. In the end, a decision had to be made.
"No Mistress?" I ventured.
"Exactly," she said, dropping her jeans and showing me her shaved pussy and letting me look for a few seconds before taking the rest of her clothes off. "But you are a good girl and you'll be wearing these panties right after you've taken those ones off and you won't be free to do that until you're hard again and I can play with you some more."
While she was talking, she showed me what she'd bought from the shop:
A pack of 3 women's thongs. They were 100% pure cotton (the package said), in white, black and light blue All of them had little cotton loops around the edges, shaped like hundred of tiny rainbows. She then pulled out a pack of two pairs of tights, the same colour as the one's
I was wearing.
"I also got you these. They're a couple of sizes smaller than those ones but I think you need to be held a little bit tighter down there.
But for now, I think I need a little something, down there," she said as she climbed onto my face, talking again when I started licking her slit.
"Now, if you're good all the time, you might be able to wear male clothing over my new girlie ones if I decide you can. And I know I need to shower, I'm sure you're thinking it but you're only a slave and a girl at that so I'll wait until you're done."
I licked, prodded and probed her clit and pussy as best as my position would allow, thankful she occasionally raised herself up to allow me a full drawing of breath. She was very wet and finding her swollen clit was easy enough. Getting the little circular motion with my tongue that drives her over the edge was a little harder but soon I could feel her pumping her hips onto my face, trying to get my nose inside her as she rubbed my cock through the clothes. I felt a rush of blood there but it any thoughts soon went away when she came, pushing down hard on my face and wiping as much cum on it as she could.
"Very good slave," she said when she got her breath back and climbed off.
"Thank you Mistress," I replied, licking her cum off the places I could reach with my tongue "I'm going to shower now. But before I go, don't you want to know your name?"
"Name Mistress?"
"Yes, your name. All girls need a pretty name and yours is going to be Faye but you'll still respond to slave or girl. Understand?"
"Yes Mistress," I told her as she walked out the door and I was left wondering how long this would go on for. A female name? My own panties and tights? What was she doing? She didn't really expect me to wear them did she? Even at work? The thoughts were in my head and a little arousing but not nearly at as high a level as my embarrassment.
When she returned, she was naked and squeezed my groin to see that I wasn't hard yet and went on the computer. As soon as she was logged on, she opened Outlook and was instantly presented with a bunch of previously taken pictures.
"Aww, did you want a record? Well you are a pretty girl aren't you? I can see why." She went to get my phone and took a picture of me in my current position and made me tell her how to send it to my e-mail. When it arrived, she started a little filmstrip of them, naming it "Faye's journey into womanhood." The images must've turned her on because she started playing with herself. I couldn't see the front of her, only her back and side from my vantage point but from her moans, I knew what she was doing. After a couple of minutes, she stopped.
"What am I doing? Why should I do all the work when I can get some help." I thought she was coming back to sit on my face but instead, she went to her drawer and pulled out a vibrator. Putting it in her pussy before sitting down to keep it there, she started playing with herself again, moaning and clicking through the pictures. It wasn't long until she started thrashing about in the chair and her body shuddered in orgasm.
When she had recovered, she stood up, turned the vibrator off, took it out of her, walked over to be and dropped it in my open mouth with orders to lick it clean. I began to do so as she went back to the computer and didn't stop my mouth and tongue action until she returned a few minutes later. She felt my cock and smiled as it had gotten a little bit harder before taking the vibrator out of my mouth.
"Is this clean Faye?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Good," she said as she took the vibrator, switched it on and put it lengthways inside the tights and panties so it was in the gap between ball and shaft. The vibrations soon had me fully hard and the object of pleasure was taken away. As soon as she'd pulled the tights and panties down, exposing me completely, she took another picture of this man obviously dressed in women's clothing, e-mailed it then put the phone down, put her hand around my cock and started pumping, never stopping while we talked but varying speed, grip and technique as she wished.
"Now, what do good girls do?"
"Always wear panties Mistress."
"Good girl. They also make sure they are always presentable, dressed appropriately, keep the house tidy and, what else?"
"I don't know Mistress. Show proper respect?"
"Well, correct but not what I was going for." She continued playing with me in her hand and I knew I would be cumming again soon. I thought
I'd better start trying to get permission now.
"Please Mistress, may I cum?"
"Of course you can," she said while speeding up her technique.
"As soon as you tell me what else good girls do."
"Then please Mistress stop. It's very distracting," I begged.
"No," was her short reply. I racked my brains trying to think what else it could be. In the end, I was given a big clue when she put her mouth over the end of my cock.
"Swallowing Mistress?"
"Good girl! Now, you may cum. Open wide."
I didn't want to do it. Either open my mouth or cum. Given my position, I knew gravity would be bringing my cum straight into my mouth and not cumming wasn't an option as there was no way I was going to be let out until I had. When I did cum (and it didn't take long) I closed my eyes, more because I didn't want to get any cum in them rather than not wanting to see what was on it's way.
Mistress used her hand to good effect and got most of it in my mouth as I came. The bits that landed on my face she cleaned up with her finger and put it in my mouth and I sucked it clean. When she was satisfied I was all cleaned up, she pulled the panties up, packing my softening cock into them and followed with the tights. After that, she stood near me and rubbed her clit, quickly cumming again. During all this, I found it harder to keep awake and my eyes had started to close.
"Do you want to sleep?" I was asked.
"Yes Mistress."
"You know you'll have to sleep in those clothes don't you?"
"Yes Mistress." At this point, I just wanted to sleep, I didn't care how.
"Okay," she said, untying my legs, leaving the rope in the hook.
As she untied my arm I raised my head and kissed her. When I was free, I rolled over and up to the head of the bed, glancing at the clock which said it was 2pm. I felt the skirt being raised, a hand caress my ass and heard a sigh, then a voice: "You're going to make a good girl aren't you?"
"Yes Mistress," I sleepily replied, moving my hand down to rub my leg and wondering how long I'd be allowed to sleep for.
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