Submissive Satin Slave – 6 · Part 1

Submissive Satin Slave – 6 · Part 1 (1/2)
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Chapter 6

"Honey, I'm home." Sally called as she walked into the apartment. She heard the shower running, so she went into the bedroom and began to arrange her purchases on the bed. Opening the bathroom door she could just make out James's figure behind the steam and mist of the shower door. Tapping on the glass she called to him again. "It's me, baby. I see you got home pretty early today. Nothing happened at the office did it?"

James could tell that she was curious and was wanting to know if anyone saw that he was wearing pantihose instead of boxer short. He could not bring himself to tell her that he was so frighten at being found wearing them that he had spent the entire day inside his office. He quickly replied to her questions with a lie.

"No, nothing happened, darling. I'll be right out, we can have a drink before dinner if you like."

James had hurried home from work and quickly stripped off his clothes. His pubic region was coated with cum as were the pantihose he had worn. He had put the soiled garments in the clothes hamper and quickly started to shower. He had wanted to wash himself and the sticky pantihose before Sally came home. How could he explain to his wife that he had cum in his pant while looking at and fantizing about sucking and fucking his secretary? Or that the mere sigh of her child like, shaved cunt had triggered his eruption of gooey spunk. He couldn't let her know. He had to somehow wash those pantihose before Sally found them.

'I will find a way!' he stated to himself as she stepped out of the shower. Going to the dirty clothes hamper he opened it and quickly hid the soiled hose at it's bottom. Getting a fresh towel he dried himself with it before putting it too in the hamper.

Sally had stripped down to her camisole and slip by the time James walked out of the bathroom. But she didn't take them off as she usually did. Instead she walked to him and kissed him, rubbing her silky slip against his semi-hard dick. As she frenched him she was grinding her pelvis hard against his hard- on. James was some what surprised by Sally actions, he had not expected anything sexual tonight. Especially since they had did so much over the week- end.

Breaking their kiss he noticed the things on the bed and asked. "What's all this?"

Putting her arm around his waist she led her naked husband toward the bed.

"I left work early too. And I went shopping." She said simply. "I picked up a few things for Janie."

James stood there looking down at the array of things Sally had arranged on the bed. Several pairs of sexy bikini panties in various colors were lined up across their pillows. Next were at least a half dozen pairs of hose and a powder blue garter belt. Beside this was a least another dozen pairs of pantihose. A set of foam rubber falsies lay between two lacy brassieres, one white the other black. A green silk half slip and a red cami lay below the bra's. Draped over the foot of the bed was white transparent baby-doll nightie and matching robe. And beside the bed were a pair of patten leather high heeled pumps and a box. Inside the box was a styro-foam head with a blond wig on it.

"Why?" he asked as his eyes darted over the sexy array of clothes once again.

"Because I thought Janie should have some nice things of her very own," Sally said as she caressed and squeezed his naked buttocks. "You don't mind, do you?"

"Oh, no, I guess not." James said. "I just didn't think we were going to get this far into this thin…."

Before he could finish Sally had move away and was sitting on the bench at her make-up vanity and was looking over at her husband and saying.

"Well, I had fun this week-end. And I thought you were having fun, too."

James turn and faced her. "I did," he exclaimed. "I just didn't think we were going to make it a regular practice, that's all."

They were both feeling each other out. Neither knew exactly how the other felt about this new diversion they had stumbled on to. And neither wanted to admit just how much they had enjoyed their week-end activities.

Sally noticed that James's cock was now rock hard and was jutting from his midsection. He had gotten a hard-on from looking at the sexy things she had brought home. She smiled to herself.

Taking his hand she looked up into his eyes. "Well, it'll be nice to have your own things when we do decide to play that little game again. Won't it?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess so," James muttered almost inaudibly.

"You want to try some of it on?" Sally asked hopefully.

James desperately wanted to try it all on? Even the wig, he wanted to see how he would look if he were a woman. But he did want her to know that.

"Sure. Why not?" he shrugged, trying to sound aloof and casual, trying to keep the excitement from his voice. He turned and looked toward the bed and asked "What's first." Not knowing really where to begin.

Sally was now beside him a pair of sexy pink bikini panties with lace around the legs and waist was in her hands.

"I think these will look cute on you Janie, slip them on and let's see!" she smiled broadly.

Sally noticed howt his hands shook as he took them from her and sat down to put them on. She saw a shiver run through his body when he pulled the sexy panties up his hairy legs.

James quivered as he stood and pulled the luscious material upward between his legs. He couldn't control himself. His massive hard-oh throbbed and jerked inside it's satin confines.

Sally ripped open a package of pantihose and handed them to him.

Neither of them spoke as he sat back down on the edge of the bed and expertly put the hose on.

"Hold you arms out," she said as she picked up the black bra up.

James let her slide the bra over his arms and hook it behind his back. He watched as she picked up the fake tits and inserted each of the foam rubber falsies into the lacy cups of the brassiere.

"Now this," she said, handing him the green half slip.

James started to step into the garment but she stopped him saying.

"NO! NO!, Not like that Janie, dear. Most females always put the delicate things on over their heads. That way you don't accidently ruin them if you're happen to have your heels on. Now let's put you pretty new things on correctly, OK?"

James complied and almost sighed audibly as he pulled the silky garment over his head. Just the feel of it brushing his face was making his dick harder. Adjusting the slip around his hips he was grateful that it cover his massive erection. He hoped Sally hadn't notice how tented out the crotch of the bikini were in front, his huge shaft threatening to tear the sheer panties. He still couldn't admit, even to her how turn-on he was at wearing women's lingerie.

"Now sit over here," She said as she led him to her vanity.

James sat and watched in the mirror as she walked up behind him with the long blond wig in her hand. He didn't speak as she fitted the long natural looking hair over his own. She patted the soft curls into place, making sure all his own light brown hair did not show. James stared at his reflection in the mirror the whole time. With the wig on, the way hair framed his face, he was astounded. He looked almost female.

"Now the shoes," she said. She turned to get the high heels from beside the bed. Turning back she smiled to herself again. James had turned around and had crossed his feet at the ankles with his knees pressed together like a woman would do. She knelt down and helped him get his feet into the shoes. Standing she pulled him to his feet.

James almost fell when he first stood on the three inch high, spiked heels. But Sally held his arm and helped him get his balance. As he stood there teetering and weaving ready to fall, Sally chucked.

"It takes a little practice, Janie, even for us real girls." Sally giggled as she helped him take his first few unsure steps. Releasing her grip on his arm she stepped away and watched.

"Take small steps," she encouraged him.

James tried a few faltering steps. His ankles turned, but he didn't fall.

Sally immediately recognized the problem he was having and advised. "Walk on the balls of your feet, not your heels, Janie. It may save you from a broken ankle. And swaying your hips a little it will help."

James walked slowly across the room and back, taking small mincing steps. He loved how he felt at that moment. He loved how the soft slip caress his body, when he moved. The way the silky material brushed against ass. And the sound his thighs made when he walked. He loved how the high heels felt on his feet, and how they made his buttocks sway sexily when he walked.

"You'll soon be a natural in heels, Janie." Sally smiled. "And you're very pretty too, in your sexy new things."

James walked to the full length mirror and looked at himself. He knew he looked silly. A tuff of dark chest hair was visible between the lacy cups of the slip. And the dark, course hairs on his legs were visible through the sheer pantihose. The shadow of a bread was plainly visible along his jaw line. But he felt great! He felt pretty, even if he didn't look pretty! Best of all thought was the feeling of being sexy! He was excited sexually but didn't want Sally to know it. He started acting silly, to lighten the moment and cover his true feelings from his wife.

""Yes, I am, aren't I?" he giggled. "I'm as pretty as any girl I know!" He patted his curly wig and blew himself a kiss in the mirror.

"Don't get sassy, bitch." Sally said, her voice suddenly harsh and forceful. "I said 'little Janie was pretty, not beautiful.' Someday, with enough guidance Janie might possible be able to pass herself off as a real female but certainly not today!"

Her tone made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He remembered how she had acted all week-end. Humiliating him, making him serve and service her. Continually telling him he was a second-class person because he was only partially female. Not a real woman, but only a panty-waisted, sissy wimpy male.

He had loved her and hated her at the same time. But his cock had stayed hard all week-end, too. It was frighted and exciting all at the same time, as well as embarrassing and humiliating. He still couldn't admit even to himself that submitting to her dominance was what he really wanted. Subconsciously he wanted to become his wife's sissy slave. He wanted to become Janie so he could serve and obey this new mistress he had found.

James immediately returned to the subservient role he had assumed all week- end. His cock was now threatening to erupt inside the bikini panties. He was trying to will himself to slacken his dick, to make it go flaccid but he couldn't. He knew Sally would be furious if he ejaculate in his new undies. He was frighten and excited at what she might do if he did cum, soiling the gifts she had bought him.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly as he bowed his head and look down at his feet.

"This may be easier than I though." Sally mused to herself as she looked at him. 'He seem to be really liking this. May be I really can turn him into Janie my little sex toy.'

"It's okay, this time," she said, her voice softer. "Now, why don't you go make us some dinner. I'll be in here relaxing and watching the early news. Come call me when it ready. OK, darling?"

"Yes, ma'am," James replied quitely as he turned to leave the bedroom.

"Oh," Sally spoke as he reached the door. "Bring me a drink before you get started cooking. A martini will be fine. And you can have a glass of wine, if you want." Them added "Just a small glass, Janie."

"Yes, ma'am," he repeated as he gently closed the door and walked down the hallway toward their bar. He was walking easily in the high heels by the time he returned with her drink. It felt natural to have his heels elevated in the sexy shoes. And he was more sure of his feminine gate as he enter the bedroom.

Sally was laying naked on the bad when he returned. She had planned to leave her sexy camisole, slip, and hose on as an enticement to get James to play along with her. But he had complied so readily with her demands and wished, she decide to save them as a reward for later. She might really need them then as a inducement to get him to comply with what she had in mind.

James handed her the drink and stared down at her sexy naked body, envious of her big, soft titties jutting from her chest, her wide womanly hips and especially that furry little slit bisecting the mound between her sleek smooth thighs. He sat gently down on the edge of the bed, beside her feet and smiled at her. He reach up and put his hand on inside of her firm upper thigh and let his fingers caress her satin smooth skin.

"Don't" she said harshly, grabbing his wrist forcefully and pulling it from her from between her legs. "Don't touch me unless I tell you to!" she barked angrily.

Submissive Satin Slave – 6 · Part 1 (1/2)
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