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I drive in from the desert and stop at a service station out at the edge of town. I gas up and then call Doreen from the pay phone.
Well, Doreen doesn’t want to talk to ol’ Gary Wilson. Then I play dirty. I say, “Doreen, I have the whole story. I am the only one who has the whole story, with real evidence. It’s a story you gotta hear!”
If you want to get to a lady, flowers are good, candy is dandy, but gossip is at the top of the list.
I drive over to Doreen’s place. She greets me at the door. She is suspicious as hell.
Doreen snaps at me. “Gary Wilson, you got yourself in big trouble in this town. You got yourself fired with a little ‘not to be re-hired’ note on that. If you think I can get you out of the trouble you got yourself into, you are badly mistaken.”
I hold up a DVD. I see that I have captured Doreen’s interest and I say, “Doreen the other guys have stories, I have proof.”
Doreen asks, “Proof of what?”
I say, “You heard that my former boss, Bill Goldstein, exiled me to the desert, stole my wife, stole my house and then had me fired because I was no damn good. Everything ol’ Billy said was a lie and I have the proof right here, starting with my former wife.”
I can see the gleam of interest in Doreen’s eyes. “You have information about your former wife on a DVD? Exactly what kind of information?”
I say smoothly, “Doreen, you have to have a DVD player.”
Well, ol’ Doreen lets me inside. However, she is not sold, not by a long shot. I fire up her DVD player and I sit on the couch, Doreen sits over on a chair.
I narrate the DVD. “Now you see ol’ Linda done answered the door wearing the usual housewife stuff, lace garter belt, black nylons, stiletto heels, neatly trimmed bush. Linda peers around the edge of the door and spots black boy 1.”
Doreen leans forward a bit and asks, “You mean there is going to be more than one black boy?”
I say, “The more, the merrier! You notice ol’ Linda lets black boy 1 in, followed all of a sudden by black boy 2? You notice she then locks the door. Then black boy 1 grabs her and they start to love it up while black boy 2 unlocks the door and admits black boy 3 and black boy 4. Meanwhile, black boy 1 has Linda nude and he mounts her with the biggest cock you have ever seen! However, Linda got all them holes aint being used.”
We watch as Linda takes on two of the black guys, one in her mouth and one in her pussy. First Linda takes a load of cum in her mouth then another load in her pussy. The two remaining black guys then strike. One guy lubes up his cock with cum from Linda’s pussy and then sticks it up Linda’s ass. The other guy enters Linda’s already wet pussy and they go to work. Meanwhile, one of the remaining black guys puts his cock in Linda’s mouth.
Linda takes the triple fucking like a trooper. All three guys eventually shot cum in Linda, then the remaining guy titty fucks Linda, ending by dumping a load of cum on Linda’s face and tits.”
Doreen is, of course, shocked. However, not so shocked that she forgets to ask about all the details. “You mean your ex-wife is a porn queen? And, where the hell did you get the DVD?”
I say, smoothly, “Linda is not my ex-wife. Ol’ Billy set up an annulment of our marriage. Thus, under the law, I was never married to Linda. As to the DVD, a lot of people got screwed over when the company downsized. Some of them tried for revenge. I am an engineer. I got bits of film here, bits of DVD recording there, even still photos and put them all together in one DVD, this DVD.”
I start the second movie. Linda is in a motel room or some such with three football players.
Doreen jumps up, “Wait a minute, isn’t that the new wide receiver for the local pro team?”
I say, “Yes but you notice that he aint all that wide? Wide boy is the big tackle and he is up her pussy, while wide receiver boy is receiving lip service from Linda. Now they rotate and tackle boy goes out of the picture while wide receiver boy gives it to Linda in her pussy while new boy gets sucked. Now there is a break in the video. Now wide receiver boy sticks it in her ass while tackle boy fucks her face.”
By now Doreen has joined me on the couch. “The new wide receiver just joined the team this year. So this video happened after Linda left you for Billy!”
I look Doreen in the eyes. “Now, I aint accusing Billy of pimping for Linda, but don’t it kinda make you think?”
Doreen pulls away, just a little. She muses, “So, Billy didn’t really steal Linda from you, you unloaded the bitch!”
I say, “Now Doreen, those are harsh words. If you will just look at these documents, you will see more of the story.”
The documents are images of the first, second and third mortgages on my previous home. They are followed by a financial summary of the documents.
Doreen says, “Wait a minute, you had $257,000 of mortgages on that house and it isn’t worth anywhere near that!”
I back up the DVD. I say, “Note that the signatures on the second and third mortgages are not mine, but Linda’s. Linda’s financial education ceased when Momma showed her how to swipe a credit card through the machine at the store. Linda is, however, damn good at using that credit card and signing things she never read.”
Doreen whoops with laughter. “You stuck Billy Goldstein with little miss porn star and a house that was mortgaged for more than it is worth! Gary Wilson, you are a crook.”
I say innocently, “Doreen, if you will recall, ol’ Billy stole both my wife Linda and my house from me. How can I be a crook if he stole from me?”
Doreen again whoops with laughter. Then she calms down a bit. “OK, you have given me the story of the year, maybe of the century. However, why did you then let Gary send you out to the desert?”
I ask, “Doreen, do you remember the job situation of a year ago?”
Doreen’s eyes open wide. “There were no jobs! Everyone in town, hell in this industry, was laying off. So, if you got sent to the desert, you at least survived. You were in exile, but you survived.”
I say, “Doreen, I did a lot more than survive, you haven’t seen all of the story yet.”
Doreen looks at me suspiciously, “You have more nasty movies?”
I start the DVD player again. I ask, “Doreen, you remember ‘Miss Prindle,’ the CEO’s secretary?”
Doreen says, “Oh, the lady who also got exiled to the desert to run some project! You mean?”
I say “Yes. Miss Prindle was quite angry at the treatment she received. She needed a little comfort. I was able to provide that and also an introduction to the CO of the base.”
Doreen grabs me, “You fucked Miss Prindle’s brains out and then handed her off to the CO?”
I tell Doreen, “If you grab me a bit lower, you can feel for yourself why I was able to convince Miss Prindle.”
Doreen tries my suggestion, and then recoils. “Oh, you fuck Miss Prindle and tell, now you want to do the same for me!”
I tell Doreen, “Look at the screen.”
Doreen gasps, “It’s the master contract for your company, make that ex-company. Wait! Not the remote base master contract, the local master contract. Why, with the knowledge of what is in that contract, my company could . . .”
I say, “Doreen, if your company had a guy who knew what was in that master contract, they could cut the throat of my previous company. Now, you manage to find such a guy and after careful preparation, lure him into your boss’ office. Your boss realizes that he has an enormous business advantage over the competition. He is delighted. However, he wants to know how little Doreen managed to lure in this clever, dangerous man. It might be a trick!”
Doreen shoots me ‘that look.’ She then cuddles herself up to me and said, “Why, boss man, you don’t need to worry about any clever little trick. No sir! I screwed that little boy’s brains out and your little administrative assistant checked out all of the info and everything checked!”
I slowly slide my hand up Doreen’s dress. I say, “Feels a little dry for that sort of activity.”
Doreen pushes my hand away and sneers, “Quite the hands on engineer aren’t we? Well, I am not some little high school girl to be heated up by her boyfriend. What you need to do here is . . .”
I say, “Doreen if you do not get your pussy into your bedroom and let me show you how I got the contract from Miss Pringle, I gonna’ rip your damn dress off and . . .”
Doreen says, “Not in my living room you don’t! If you are gonna fuck me, you cruel man, you can just follow me into my bedroom and I will, . . . do whatever it is that I will do!”
We went into her bedroom and strip. She takes one look at my tool and says, “You aint gonna shove that big thing in me dry, big boy!”
I say, “Doreen, don’t talk with your mouth full!”
Doreen uses her lips and tongue on me and her busy fingers on herself.
By the time we hit the bed, I am as hard as I have ever been. I grab Doreen’s legs and put them over my shoulders. I then enter a truly hot, wet pussy. I take my time but get my full length in on the first stroke.
Doreen is trying to tell me something, but all she does is moan like a woman possessed. Well, I kept possessing her as I can feel her getting to the point of climax. I am gonna’ out wait her and get her into multiple climax. It is a good plan, but Doreen’s urgency will not be denied and we hit the finish line together!
Afterward, Doreen cuddles to me and say, “I don’t know if I should trust you. You stuck Billy with Linda, a worthless house and now he’s gonna get his ass fired. Then, you fucked Miss Prindle and dumped her on the CO. What next?”
I say, “Billy stole Linda and the house from me. Miss Prindle went from exile lady to the wife of a general officer. You are now about to go from administrative assistant to the manager of a department that will win a new contract that will damn near double the size of our, you note I say our, company. You have to be the manager, because there is a female military Captain out in the desert who aint gonna get promoted to Chief of Staff because she likes girls. The military wants her out because of the girl thing. You can hire her and get her out of the military’s hair, thus winning yet another new contract.”
Doreen says, “Well, there is little Amy down in accounting, who has a daddy named Elizabeth. However, she does have friends. And, yes, a manager who can win new contracts and keep her mouth shut will do well. However, I am waiting for the catch.”
I say, “Ah yes, the catch. The catch is that you can be in charge down at work. However, back here, I am gonna’ be in charge.”
Doreen says, “Oh yeah? Well you are just gonna have to prove that to me, again, big boy!”
I move in and begin to suck and lick Doreen’s tits.
Doreen moans, “No fair! My tits have a direct link to . . . ooooooohhhhh!”
I just follow the advice of a famous American President. I talk softly and carry a big stick. I put that big stick into Doreen deep and often.
By the late the next morning Doreen has talked to several people. Billy Goldstein is a laughing stock of the town and soon to be permanently unemployed. Linda is a porn star in the making, especially if big black guys are making her. Doreen is the newest manager down at her work. I am employed again only this time with some control over my future. And, not so incidentally, I have a future.
What I like best is the end of the telephone conversation between Doreen and her boss. “Look, I am gonna be really late tomorrow, or maybe it will be the day after. I am still recruiting Gary Wilson, my key guy.”
” . . . Not to worry, the fringe benefits will land him!”

Part 2 - The Other Side of Training
Goddess was delighted at what a good round of orgasms, control and sleep had done for her. She anticipated the next session. Once again it started with dinner, but this time ant was instructed to wear no underwear and just an unlubricated condom. He was instructed to make sure that the condom stayed on, even if it meant using a string or rubber band around his soft member.
The anticipation of the next session had a profound effect on Goddess and the thoughts raced in and out of her mind all day. By noon the moisture in her crotch was growing and she soon found herself using a pad to soak up the juices. By the end of the day and into the hours before dinner she simply removed her panties and enjoyed the drips as they ran down her legs and onto a towel under her dress. Her engorged vulva would enjoy this evening and the hormones in her body made her both cagey and alive.
Goddess stared out of the window of her limo thinking about a revelation that she had thought about some months earlier. Through incarnations and life where women were viewed as the weaker sex, she had little experience with swollen testicles or the male response to such things. She believed that she had the answer after all. The male organs hung low. Below and behind the penis, not just to cool the sperm inside for reproduction, but for female access. The advent of the web and the discovery of submissive men lead her to the conclusion that the testicles hung down for the female administration of control and pain to rule the male species. Reproduction science had logic, but how could you explain the vulnerability for the rest of the time, which was most of the time. Clearly women were evolving to be more equal to men and the discovery of this placement and evolutionary reasoning made her sure that they hung this way for that purpose.
While this thought comforted Goddess, she had little real experience in these matters, but her subject would soon be her liberator and she stepped from the limo onto the curb. Her black leather skirt and top caught the eyes of all who were in the area and they stared in silence as she headed for the restaurant door. The valet smoothly opened the door to the restaurant for her and she moved to the bar where ant sat waiting.
Dinner was excellent and the combination of food, wine and pleasant conversation included some painful squeezes to ant’s swollen balls. He made some noises and was reminded to be still and silent. He complied, but the stress was evident on his face. Goddess instructed ant to talk and ask questions freely during dinner, but she reminded him with a squeeze that the private activities required silence and obedience.
ant wanted to know how Goddess would treat him as this continued and she countered with “how badly do you need to cum?” Do you remember licking a sentence:
“ant needs to have his ass and throat trained so that he can show his obedient to Goddess?”
He nodded in agreement. Well, then your training includes that, but that will not be enough ant,” she said. Goddess took a slow sip of wine and asked, “Are you willing to drink your cum ant?” He hesitated and shook his head no.
Goddess asked, “But what if I require that ant, will you agree to that when you are desperate to cum?” He responded with “desperate, yes if I was desperate I might.”
Goddess went on to ask ant about why not and he had several sound reasons that included, “it’s a woman’s job to do that” and “It seems so gay to do that.” After hearing these seemingly poor excuses, she reminded ant with a squeeze that this was not normal behavior that they were engaged in and that his only job was to be obedient.
“Do you want to be obedient ant, truly obedient and serving or do you want to be in the game?” You will do as I ask, without hesitation” and her wine glass made a pressured landing on the table to grab his attention. He shook his head yes in compliance.
Goddess asked about how his oral training had been going. Since starting on the Internet he had been instructed to work on putting objects into his mouth and throat so that he could learn to suck like a woman. This started with him brushing his teeth and then his tongue and he was able to brush farther back without gagging after two weeks of this. ant noted that he still needed to work on larger objects, but that he had been working on it for 15 minutes per day.
“We’ll see soon enough” was all that Goddess had to say about that.
During the limo ride to the hotel, ant was informed of what he could say. The words were:
- The numbers 5 through 9.5 to indicate extreme pleasure before orgasm or pain during punishment.
-More - -Goddess - -Thank you - -Please -
ant was also instructed to be silent when instructed and to remain that way until instructed. When allowed, he could use these words in any combination whenever he was played with, punished, given something, asked for something or granted any privilege or denial that would please Goddess. She reminded him that it would be correct only when it pleased Goddess. On the other hand, excessive use was to be punished, so he needed to pay attention. Goddess knew that a few rounds of what was and was not appropriate would have him molded.
At the hotel, ant was immediately naked on his knees with the condom hanging from his penis. Goddess could see that his drip had filled the tip with salty syrup and he would soon enjoy the must of its chemistry. But the drip going down Goddesses leg would need to be cleaned up first. Ant used his tongue as instructed but her leather skirt remained on and he was denied even a glance at the fountain that had produced the nectar that he now consumed.
Goddess could tell that his testicles were more swollen than before and she squeezed them and pressed them up into his abdomen with no care for ant’s comfort. He moaned loudly and she reminded him to be silent.
“I’ll need to do that again ant, you violated my rule for silence and now you must try again.” While he was obedient this time, she could tell that he was suffering and his breathing became deeper. “I didn’t hear a thank you, I didn’t hear a plea for more, I didn’t hear more please,” she snapped. “I’ll need to do that all over again ant!” When he had complied with her training, he was spanked 10 times for his poor conduct.
“Would you like to put your dick in my ass ant?” She asked. He nodded for yes.
“Wouldn’t it feel so good to have that swollen dick of yours pressed into that tight little hole?”
“Yes Goddess,” he said.
“To have me spread wide open while you relieve yourself in my rectum. Would you like that ant?”
Again he responded “Yes Goddess” and with an enthusiastic up and down of his head as he closed with “Please.”
“How about being able to just see my naked body, would that be nice for you?” she asked.
The nods and limited words continued as she asked him if he would like to have his penis sucked, his penis in her throat or her mouth or across her nipples. He was becoming more and more aroused by all of this and repeated his “Please” on each new one.
Goddess scolded ant:
“You must be kidding ant? You have done nothing for me tonight and you don’t actually think that you will be allowed inside me do you? Don’t ever think that you will decide to have sex with me and certainly not inside my ass with your dick! I think that you’re way too horny to think like a submissive tool and you are to serve only my pleasure and not yours. Do you think that relieving you in my ass would give me pleasure?”
For each “Please” that you uttered (there were 9), you shall be spanked 10 times.
With each slap on his cheeks they grew more and more red and he said “thank you” after each one, ending with “more” after the 90th blow. Goddess complied with 10 extra hard ones to signify the end and ant ended with “more” after the last blow to his now red ass.
“Since we’re on the subject of asses,” she noted, “It is time to begin your anal training.” She once again produced a blindfold and the sack to cover his head with a slit for his mouth only. Once again Goddess had him feel the garments of clothing as she stripped before his blinded eyes. After the first “Thank you” for her clothes, she ordered silence and there was nothing but the sound of clothing being removed from Goddess and the slow breathing of ants muffled breath as he felt the items passed to him.
ant was called to the end of the bed and told to bring his chest to it again. Goddess invoked the order for ant to spread his ass cheeks apart as far as he could. His breathing became more rapid and his penis erect as he anticipated being analyzed by a dildo.
“Perhaps it will be a large dildo or a butt plug or just a finger?” He thought. He would soon know, but his mind was distracted when Goddess ordered him to stick out his tongue as she moved onto the bed to stick her ass into his face.
“ant, it is time for you to get your first lesson in ass licking. There is really nothing bad about it, you just need to be good at it. I want slow and rhythmic strokes until I relax and then you can probe my anus with that tongue.”
With his hands still spreading his cheeks apart, he began to lick Goddess’s rear, crack and anus. Within minutes she was moaning and relaxing and now he knew it was time to insert his tongue into that forbidden hole. He probed in short but increasing strokes until at last his tongue was performing analingus on her ass.
The juices flowed from her and ant would occasionally be required to lick them up too. She was becoming more swollen and aroused with desire. Upon realizing this, Goddess became stern and demanding as she kept her desires in check. Her end-game was clear and she focused on getting him into that game.
This went on for almost an hour until Goddess pulled away and ordered ant, still blinded, to stand with his hands on his spread ass cheeks and come sit next to her in a chair. He did not know or expect a lubricated dildo to be held on the chair as he sat and the surprise of the one-inch thick probe crashing into his anus took his breath away as he yelped in disbelief.
Goddess was not amused by this behavior and she once again ordered silence.
“I will instruct you as to how to take this probe into your ass. But for making noise when you sat and for this lesson there will be a price. You will be spanked 25 times after the probe is inserted and you will not be allowed to cum tonight. You may speak now ant,” she commanded.
“Thank you Goddess” was all he said.
And with that, the lesson on anal insertion began:
“We will be using a water soluble lubricant called AstroGlide and I may add some K-Y Jelly to that. You must relax your muscles and listen to me carefully.” He could hear Goddess slipping on a pair of latex gloves as she continued he instructions. I have placed rubber gloves on my hands since I wish to be disconnected from actual physical touch with you. Since you told me at dinner that you are all cleaned up, then I assume that you have made a bowl movement in the last 6 hours, please nod if that is correct” ant nodded no.
“Then I shall need to clean you out before we begin this exercise and I am not pleased by this behavior. I will not be needing these gloves and you will do as I say.”
With that statement ant could hear the gloves coming off and the pain from her squeezing his balls and then pushing them up into his abdomen. He could feel the drip coming through his urethra and being deposited into the condom tied to his penis. This was not missed by Goddess and she commented “What a nice little drip deposit you have going there ant.”
Still blindfolded, with his ass cheeks still spread apart by his own hands and with a condom filling with accumulated drippings, he was lead to the bathroom to kneel on the floor with his face touching the tile floor. The sound of packaging being opened filled the air with cardboard box noises and soon he could feel a slight push against his anus as a tiny object was inserted pointing toward his belly button with Goddesses skillful knowledge.
Goddess spoke: “This is a disposable Fleet enema and you will now take your right hand and gently squeeze the contents into your ass.”
He could hear the sink running now as he began to fill his ass with the liquid. Once it was empty, Goddess removed the bottle and left the cap inside ant, while she filled it with warm tap water. In moments, it was reattached to the cap nozzle and he was again instructed to fill his ass slowly. By the end of that bottle, the cramping started and she again filled the bottle.
“Just this one more ant,” she noted.
And in a few minutes it was empty while his cramps grew more intense and frequent.
Goddess removed the bottle and nozzle and disposed of the entire matter into the trashcan with a clump. “Now, ant” she said, “You don’t want to have to start this over do you? Because if you make a mess, then you will need to clean it up and we’ll start all over again.” He shook his head yes. “Good then, let me see your suffering a little bit before you empty yourself. Within 5 minutes ant muttered “seven” to indicate his pain level. A minute later “eight.”
Goddess positioned herself next to ant so that her breast and nipple was near ants face. Now ant, when you were a child, your mother placed your mouth on her breast to comfort you when you were crying. My breast is before you now. Open your mouth and I’ll comfort you. While he could not see the beautiful nipple that he was now sucking on, it took his mind off of the cramps for a while. Goddess had positioned her hand on ants swollen testicles and was abusing them while he sucked with squeezes and soft spanking.
Ant muttered “nine” while sucking her breast and she knew it was time for him to empty his bowls. Onto the toilet he went. After a few rounds of the runs, he was instructed to take a rinsing shower and keep the head covering dry.
Back on his knees on the bed, ant found himself swollen and horny. “Now ant” you have not been completely and perfectly obedient, so your lessons will start with me watching you masturbate your ass.”
ant was clearly disturbed by this and he swallowed a hard gulping sound and froze in his place. “I detect hesitation ant, and I am not impressed with your response. So what if I humiliate you, so what if you are embarrassed? Get to work on that ass now and I will instruct you how to do it.”
ant was well aware that he had just washed out his lower bowls and was dry down there and that his fingers were dry too. Goddess spoke as he moved his right hand index finger to the opening of the hole and began to wiggle it in.
“That’s right ant, no lubrication. In general, too much lubrication is enough, but you have been bad and must earn the right to be lubed up. You will do exactly as I say or the punishment will become more severe.”
ant had worked his finger in to the knuckle.
Goddess was ready to issue instructions:
“You will tighten your muscles around your finger as tightly as possible until my count of ten. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten - now relax 100% and take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Again, tighten as hard as you can. One… ten and let it out slowly this time and take a deep breath and let it out slowly.”
This went on for five minutes.
“Time to learn to relax a bit more ant. Again tighten up on my count - one… ten and now press out as if making a bowl movement. Push out hard and you will feel the muscles let go. The sphincter muscles are stimulated to relax and let go by inward pressure”
His entire finger slid inside now and a pleased smirk washed across his face.
“I want you to fuck your ass ant and I want you to push out as your finger goes in. I want to see full-length finger insertions and withdrawls.”
This pleased Goddess and she poured the AstroGlide onto his fingers and the speed immediately increased. Again ant smiled from the results of this. She spanked his ass as he fucked it and then she gently spanked his dangling balls and he began to squirm. “STOP moving around ant or I will do it harder!”
“Yes” she thought, “they hang there for my control.”
He immediately complied, but the look of distress on his face was clear and he spoke out “seven” to register his level of pain. Soon that was “eight” and Goddess deftly controlled her pace and spanking pressures to keep it there. The power of her control over that organ filled her with emotional pleasure and she wanted more. Her power was beginning to come back.
“You seem looser now ant, I want to see two fingers in that hole, she demanded”.
He immediately began to work his middle finger into the hole with the index finger as the guide and soon he was fucking himself with two fingers. Goddess looked on with pleasure as he slowly quickened his pace. She began the spanking again and soon “eight” was muttered from ants now pressured face. The dangling condom was now filling with his drip juices.
All of this activity had made Goddess wet and she turned out all of the lights in the room so that she could remove his hood and eye cover to allow more freedom of his tongue. While the darkness was near complete, he could see shadows of her body. Goddess removed his fingers from his ass and wrapped them in a towel, but immediately inserted a 1″ dildo that was 8″ long into his rectum. He could feel it glide in so easily, he knew a woman and a toy had finally analyzed him.
He remained still, but was breathing heavily. “ant, I want you to lie down on the bed and she lead him to his place there. She rolled him onto his back so that the dildo could not come out. Goddess climbed onto the bed and positioned her vulva for his mouth to stimulate while she was on her knees, but with her ass facing his head. This gave her full view and contact with his penis and swollen balls.
For now ant, you shall again write out the following sentence on Goddesses vagina and clitoris:
“ant needs to have his ass and throat trained so that he can show his obedient to Goddess”
He began to spell out the words while Goddess recited each letter. “a n t n e e d s t o h a v e h i s a s s a n d t h r o a t t r a i n e d s o t h a t h e c a n s h o w h i s o b e d i e n t t o G o d d e s s.”
“Softer,” she demanded… and soon she came. As he continued to lick, her undulating hips formed a rhythm with his letters and the cadence was both hypnotic and wonderful as her juices continued to flow. She came again. Her final orgasm took longer and ant was slowing a bit. She ordered him to quicken the pace and his sore jaw and tongue found renewed energy until she was satisfied yet again. She spanked his balls as she came and his drip continued.
Goddess demanded that he lick up all the juices and sweat from her ass and when he had complied, she had him wipe up his face with his hand and lick his fingers clean. He was still on his back with the dildo in his ass and she would not let him see the front of her.
“Now ant, you have a condom filled with precum, what should we do with it?” He looked puzzled and she asked him to speak. He still looked puzzled and remained silent. What could he say without being punished? “More Goddess” came from his lips.
“You mean you want more play? No, not time for play, what should I do with that condom ant? What do you think I would like ant? It would be a waste to throw away that semen. Perhaps you should have a taste of that ant, what do you think?”
He was overwhelmed and could not speak. Answer or you will be punished and she grabbed his balls from behind his ass and began to make a fist while rolling him onto his side away from her. She grabbed the end of the dildo and began to pull it out slowly, only to reverse the direction seconds later.
“Please Goddess” came out of his mouth.

Copyright Oggbashan June 2002 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
This is a story in the “Silverbridge” series but can be read on its own.
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WARNING: This story is intended for an adult audience. It should not be found in locations accessible to those under 18 years of age or the age appropriate by the laws of your country. It includes descriptions of bondage and forced feminisation. If that does not appeal to you then do NOT read the story.
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The Procession Thomas reluctantly takes part
I woke up in a room full of crinolines. They were hanging from hooks on the ceiling like tiered lampshades. The dresses that would go over them were secured to the picture rails on all four walls.
Then I remembered. Today was the Victorian procession through Silverbridge. The Glossies and the Vixens would be part of it wearing costumes designed by Lisa and made by her and her friends. This was Lisa’s bedroom where the girls would change for this afternoon’s event.
I yawned. I didn’t want to take part. Lisa and I had argued about it last night.
“Lisa” I’d said “I don’t want to dress up tomorrow. I’ll dress normally and take pictures as you go past.”
“No you won’t!” she’d shouted at me. “You are going to walk arm in arm with me. Your suit fits perfectly.”
“But it’s boring” I’d said “It’s OK for you women. You get to dress up in great clothes and can preen yourselves in your fine feathers. We men are drab and dull by comparison. No one will look at us.”
I should have known better than to argue with Lisa. I never win. She was tired because of all the work for the procession. She’d taken trouble over my suit. It actually fitted better than my modern suits but I wasn’t going to tell her. I made the mistake of carrying on the argument.
“You women love dressing up in Victorian dresses. You can swish your crinolines, flutter your fans - what can we men do? Doff our top hats and possibly twirl our fake moustaches. Boring!”
I didn’t notice the glint in Lisa’s eyes. She was getting mad at me.
“It isn’t all good being dressed up as a Victorian lady. You have to wear a corset, handle the massive skirts with elegance, and even with a steel crinoline those dresses are heavy.”
“So’s my suit!” I’d retorted. “The high collar and cravat cut into my throat. All to look boring.”
“So you think that we women will have a better time?” she’d asked.
“Of course! You love it.”
“We’ll see about that” Lisa had said. At that late stage I’d recognised that she was about to explode so I’d hurriedly changed the subject. I think I’d diverted her but with Lisa I never knew.
Now it was the day of the procession. I yawned again, looked at the clock. 8 a.m. I should be getting up. I stretched and was brought up short. I couldn’t move my arms and legs. I was cuffed to the rails of the bed.
“Oh ****!” I thought. Lisa must have been really mad with me. She’d tied me up before when she was angry. What would she do?
“Lisa!” I called. I heard her coming up the stairs. When she came in the room she was smiling. That was bad. Very bad!
“Good morning, Thomas.” she said brightly. “Slept well?”
“Yes …” I’d better know the worst ” .. Why have you cuffed me to the bed?”
“After our discussion last night I thought that you might not want to wear your costume today. So I made sure that you would. You are not getting out of bed until you agree to wear the costume I’ve made for you. You will, won’t you?”
Lisa was still unnaturally cheerful. I suspected something but what? Then I realised I needed the bathroom - and soon! I’d have to give in.
“OK, Lisa. You’ve won. I’ll wear it. Now let me up, please.”
“Not so fast, Thomas. You agree to wear the costume I’ve made for you in the procession this afternoon?”
“Yes!” I was getting desperate.
“No matter what it is?”
“Yes.” My brain wasn’t working well because of my urgent need.
“Did you hear that?” Lisa said to someone outside the door.
“Yes, Lisa. He’s agreed to wear the costume you’ve made for him in the procession this afternoon, no matter what it is.”
“Thank you, Jane”
“Lisa!” I hissed “I need the bathroom NOW!”
“OK, Thomas. You’ve agreed and I have a witness. I’ll let you up.”
She unlocked the cuffs. I wrapped a sheet round me and hurried to the bathroom.
“Good morning, Thomas” said Jane as I left the room.
“Morning, Jane” I grunted as I hurried past her. Normally I’d have been more polite to her. I liked Jane. As I entered the bathroom I heard Lisa and Jane giggling together. Women!
Once I’d eaten my hurried breakfast the day went from bad to worse. My male friends arrived, grabbed their Victorian suits and left as soon as possible. The flat was getting crowded with all our women friends dressing up. I lost count of the number of corsets I tightened, the dress backs I laced up. Normally I’d have enjoyed their company. They were a great group of friends but today they’d gone all feminine - comparing dresses, hairstyles, bonnets and hats! Totally unlike their usual selves as the hard playing Ladies Football team “The Vixens”. Today they were more like kittens than Vixens.
I admit it. I was grumpy. I didn’t want to take part in the procession. Lisa had made me agree so I’d have to go - but I didn’t have to like the idea, did I?
I was sitting in the kitchen nursing a half-empty cup of black coffee about half an hour before we had to leave. Lisa called downstairs to me.
“Thomas! Time for you to get changed. Bring your black trainers with you, please.”
Lisa seemed remarkably cheerful. I know she’d been up half the night finishing off costumes. I picked up the trainers and went upstairs. When I walked into the bedroom I was surprised to see so many women there. Apart from Lisa and Jane there were three other Vixens. They were fully dressed as Victorian Ladies except for their bonnets and gloves.
“Strip down to your shorts, Thomas!” Lisa ordered.
“What! In front of all these ladies?” I retorted.
“Hurry up, Thomas!” Jane added “We’ve all seen that much of you before.”
They had. In my football kit with my shirt off, my football shorts were briefer than the boxers I was wearing. I stripped.
“Here’s your costume, Thomas” said Lisa, pointing at the bed. At first I couldn’t see what she was pointing at. I was looking for the Victorian Gentleman’s suit. She was pointing at a dress.
“Yes, Thomas. That’s it. You are going as a lady.”
“Oh no I’m not!” I shouted.
“Oh yes you are!” Five voices together. I turned round. Three of them were between me and the door. No way out there. I turned back to Lisa and Jane.
“You agreed this morning, Thomas” said Jane. “I was there when you agreed.”
“I agreed to wear the costume Lisa had made for me, not this!” I pointed at the dress on the bed.
“I made this dress for you last night” said Lisa with a wicked smile on her face “and you agreed to wear whatever I’d made for you. This is it.”
“You agreed “no matter what it is” this morning” added Jane. “I even repeated it for you.”
From behind me Candice said “You wouldn’t go back on an agreement, would you Thomas? We don’t want to dress you by force but we will if we have to, won’t we?” The others agreed. I was trapped.
“I suppose I’ll have to. But I was tricked!”
“Of course you were, Thomas” said Candice “but you were complaining to Lisa last night that we women have all the fun of dressing up. So now Lisa has arranged for you to experience all the advantages and disadvantages of dressing up as a crinolined Lady. Wasn’t that kind of her?”
“No it wasn’t! I’ll never live it down if I walk through Silverbridge dressed like that!”
“I’m not so cruel, Thomas. No one will know who you are - except us five. And we’ll keep quiet as long as you co-operate, won’t we?” Lisa still had the wicked smile.
“How will you manage that?” I asked.
“I’ve made a special bonnet, just for you. Look - it has a face veil so you can’t be seen. Now are you ready? There isn’t much time.”
“I suppose so.” I agreed reluctantly.
“Right, girls, we all agree to keep Thomas’ part in this procession quiet. OK?”
They agreed.
“That’s settled then” said Lisa “You know what to do. Let’s get busy!”
They surrounded me. First Lisa put a padded bra on me. I had a cotton chemise thrown over my head. While my arms were being fed into it Jane pulled lace edged pantalettes up my legs and tied them at my waist. Lisa produced a long corset which was I was tightly laced into. I objected loudly as the air was forced out of my lungs. I yelled and yelled that it was much too tight. Jane knotted the corset laces despite my protests. I saw Lisa nod to Jane who forced a wadded silk scarf into my mouth and tied it in with another silk scarf knotted behind my head. I tried to raise my arms to pull it off but my hands were grabbed and held.
Temporarily my wrists were tied behind my back to the laces of the corset. Then Jane pulled a waist length slip up my legs. It was narrower at the hem and pulled my legs into a small area. It even had straps to fit under the arches of my trainers. Jane tied the slip at my waist. Now I could only move in small steps. The crinoline was lifted over my head and settled. That too was tied at the waist and the ties were threaded through loops on the corset. Then my wrists were untied and my arms fed into the sleeves of the dress as they pulled it down from above my head. The sleeves were loose at first. Black elbow length gloves were eased up my arms. Lisa hissed a threat in my ear so I co-operated by moving my fingers into the gloves only to find that the fingers were sewn together. The gloves were buttoned up and a velvet strap around each wrist was buckled. I’d have little chance of getting those gloves off. When the dress sleeves were laced up over them I had no chance at all.
As the back of the dress was being laced up I looked down. Above the crinoline spread skirt I had something attached to the front of my waist. It took me a few seconds to realise that it was a black satin muff.
The dress was actually very well made. It was a pale lilac with black lace detailing at the waist, neck and across the bosom. The overdress had four sections looping down over an darker lilac underskirt. Both the gathered sections and the underskirt were trimmed with fine pleated flounces. At the top of each flounce was more black lace in a frill. The flounce to the lower hem trailed on the ground. No one would see my black trainers under that as long as I was careful not to tip the crinoline. Then I realised that even if I did my feet still wouldn’t be seen because the lace on the pantalettes and that tight waist slip that Jane had fitted to me covered them.
Studying that dress made me realise that Lisa had tricked me again. Even she couldn’t have completed this much detail on a dress made for me last night! Then there were the unusual extras - the tight waist slip; the gloves with the fingers sewn together; the concealing bonnet. Lisa must have been planning this for days if not weeks! I grunted a complaint into my gag.
“Now, now, Thomas! Don’t complain!” said Lisa “If you don’t co-operate we might have to take your bonnet off in public. You wouldn’t like that, would you?”
As the back of the dress was tightened my head was forced upwards by the high collar.
“Only a couple of details left, Thomas” said Candice. “You are nearly ready for your part in the procession.”
My gloved hands were put in the muff. Another trick! The muff ends were laced to the wrist bands on the gloves. I couldn’t get my hands out and as the muff was sewn to the front of the dress I couldn’t move my arms either.
I thought they’d ungag me at least but no! Lisa carefully fitted the large poke bonnet to my head. It even had blonde ringlets artfully trailing from the sides and back. The bonnet sides blinkered my face so that I could only see forwards. It seemed to be held on my head by a large bow under my chin but under the lace trim it was attached with laces to the high collar of the dress. Even if I shook my head violently it wouldn’t come off.
“Come on, Thomas” said Lisa “You are ready now. We’ll help you down the stairs and then Jane and I will link arms with you in the procession. We’ll look after you.”
“Look after me!” I thought angrily. They’d trussed me up like a chicken ready for the oven. I was bound, gagged and blinkered. I couldn’t even run away.
“Before we go - have a look in the mirror” suggested Jane turning me to face it. “You make a really fine lady, don’t you?”
She was right. I couldn’t tell myself apart from the others except for the obscuring veil.
“I think Lisa has done a great job. Do you agree?” The others agreed. I didn’t. Lisa had done a great job of making a fool of me. The only bit I was grateful for was that she and they had protected my public image. I would be a lady in the procession but no one else would know especially my team mates. The women had agreed not to tell. I knew they wouldn’t. They might have had fun trapping me into being a crinolined lady but even they had scruples - or did they?
Lisa and Jane helped me down the stairs. With that tight slip I could barely bend my legs. I couldn’t see where the steps were because of the spread of the crinolined skirt. Lisa and Jane managed the stairs as if they’d been wearing crinolines for years. They left me in the workroom with Candice while they fitted their hats to each other. Candice hissed in my ear:
“Thomas! Can you hear me? Nod if you can.”
I nodded.
“We’re going to walk the route once with you. If we need to talk to you we’ll call you Frances. OK?”
I nodded.
“Frances was going to wear this dress but she’s away this weekend. When we’ve finished the route I’ll bring you back here and you will change into your Gentleman’s suit. Then we’ll rejoin the group and no one will think that you were a “lady” before. OK?”
I nodded. It sounded as if Candice had persuaded the others to let me off lightly. That was typical of Candice.
“One last thing. We’ll be passing both Miss Silverbridge and the Mayor and his party. We have to curtsy to both. Can you curtsy?”
I tried. I was very wobbly. That tight slip that Jane had fitted made it difficult.
“Try again with me holding your arm.”
She tucked her arm through mine. We both curtsied when her arm signalled. That was more successful.
“I’ll warn Jane and Lisa. They’ll be holding your arms and will let you know when to curtsy. Even if you make a mess of it, those two could hold you up.”
It’s true. Lisa and Jane could easily have carried me round the whole procession! They returned to the workroom at that point.
“Lisa!” said Candice “Thomas will have problems with the curtsy because his legs are tightly swathed. You and Jane will have to help him.”
“I thought we would have to” replied Lisa. “We’ll manage.”
Then we set off. Jane and Lisa tucked their hands through my arms. We joined the other Vixens in the street outside. Shortly afterwards we met the men outside the Football Club.
Harold asked Lisa “Where’s Thomas?”
“He’s slightly delayed. He’ll be along later” she replied. There were suppressed giggles from those Vixens who knew I was already there but Harold didn’t notice.
Despite the club’s best efforts the costumed men were greatly outnumbered by the women. Nearly all the Vixens were dressed in crinolines. No more than a quarter of the Glossies had bothered.
It was a very odd sensation to walk through the streets of Silverbridge dressed as I was. There was a large crowd watching and cheering us as we strolled to the Town Hall. I could see all the details of the crowd through my veil but they couldn’t see me. I felt like “The Invisible Man” and that’s what I was. Invisible!
I can’t say that I enjoyed it. That tight corset cut into me. Even at the slow pace we were walking I found that I breathing frequently. It didn’t help that Jane had gagged me so effectively. My crinolined skirt swung slowly but my feet were moving fast within the confines of that tight slip. The dress was very heavy but not unbearably so. I was right - the crowd looked at the ladies. No one looked at the men.
The curtsy to Miss Silverbridge and her princesses was no more than reasonable. I wobbled as I came back up and the girls didn’t hold me firmly enough. When we reached the Mayor and his group the curtsy was good. Lisa and Jane grabbed my arms so hard that I could have lifted my feet off the ground without affecting the impression of three ladies curtseying in unison.
We then returned to the Football Club. From there we should go back to the town centre and mingle with the crowd. As the others set off Candice grabbed me and hurried me back to the workroom. I was almost running (in very short steps) to keep up with her. When the door was closed behind us I was panting as hard as I could through my nose. I was nearly suffocated by the gag.
“Are you all right, Thomas?” Candice asked.
I shook my head still panting for breath.
She lifted my veil to see that I was bright red in the face. She struggled with the laces holding my bonnet. It seemed to take ages before she took it off. The scarf knotted behind my head wouldn’t undo. At last she released it and pulled my gag out. I gasped and panted for air.
“Poor Thomas!” she said stroking my cheek. “Are you better now?”
I nodded my head. I didn’t have enough breath to speak.
Candice untied my hands from the muff and unlaced the dress’s sleeves. She took the gloves off. Relief! I could move my fingers, hands and arms. Unlacing the dress took at least ten minutes before she could lift it off. The crinoline followed. Jane’s knots on the waist slip and pantalettes were locked tight. Candice finally undid them with her teeth.
“Thomas”
“Yes, Candice”
“You’ll have to lie flat for me to get the corset off. While you are standing there’s too much pressure on it.”
I went flat on my face on the floor.
Candice hauled up her crinoline and squatted beside me. The corset’s knot just wouldn’t undo.
“I’m sorry, Thomas. I can’t get it undone.”
“What do we do now?” I asked
“Well .. We could leave it on until Jane and Lisa get back but then you wouldn’t have appeared as a “Gentleman”. That might give the masquerade away.”
“I don’t want that!” I protested
“Then Thomas ..” Candice stopped.
“What? Anything so that people don’t know”
“You’ll have to put your suit on over the corset. I can take the padded bra off but that corset is immovable.”
“Oh ****!” I shouted
“Quieter, please Thomas” She pleaded. “You don’t want someone coming in and finding you like this”
“No I don’t!” I whispered.
Candice giggled. Normally I like Candice’s giggles but this time I was worried.
“OK” I said resignedly. “I’ll put the suit on over this ****** corset.”
So I did.
Candice and I rejoined the group. Lisa kissed me. Jane kissed me. Candice kissed me. That was nice.
“Jane!” I whispered to her “I’ll get back at you sometime. We couldn’t get the corset off.”
Jane laughed out loud.
“I always was good at knots” she whispered back “Why didn’t you cut the laces?”
“And have Lisa even madder with me? No thanks! I’d rather face a herd of charging elephants.”
“Since they are unlikely around here, you’d better make your peace with Lisa. Tell her about the corset. That might brighten her day. She thinks you’ve been a pain about this procession. Knowing that you can’t get the corset off might be enough to stop her disciplining you any more.” said Jane.
“Thank you, Jane. I will. But please get me out of it soon.”

After my first adventure I wanted to plan a way of showing myself off, in public this time. A couple of weeks later I found out that my parents were going on holiday in summer, and they invited me to go with them. I accepted, who would refuse an offer of a week in the sun?
That night, whilst I lay in bed, I realised what a perfect opportunity this would be toexplore my new hobby, leaving my small own for a country where nobody knew me.
The next day I got to work designing ‘clothes’ to wear on holiday. I got a low neck vest top and cut a large hole in the front so my big tits would show through, then covered the hole in a see-through material. At first glance I looked dressed, but with another glance you could see my naked breasts, my huge brown aureoles showing through like beacons.
With another vest top I cut the bottom off, so it rested just below my nipples, showing the curves of my breasts, I cut the neck too, so the material was only about 4 cms wide. I dug out tiny skirts I could just about squeeze into from when I was younger, most barely covered my ass.
To complete my collection I got out some too small bikinis, my breasts literally poured out of the top, and my nipples were barely hidden. I figured I was ready for my holiday.
The next month we arrived in the south of France. The weather was amazing and I couldn’t wait to develop my tan. Leaving my parents to do what they wanted to, I went to my suitcase to decide what to wear to the beach.
It was quite a walk to the beach, so I thought I would wear something more respectable until I got their. In the end I decided on a very short green skirt that I had to pull down to cover my tight ass, no knickers, and a tiny white bikini top that was see-through, even when dry. I shook my chest and my tits popped straight out, already hard just from looking at myself. I covered myself in a white shirt that only just fitted, and pushed my chest up as it was so tight. I grabbed a towel and headed for the beach.
I really enjoyed walking to the beach, the gentle breeze kept lifting my skirt up, showing my clean pussy to the odd passer by. As the time passed I kept undoing my shirt buttons, one at a time. Men and women kept staring at my chest, glistening from the oil I had applied. I looked down, the bikini top was just about containing me, but with every step I felt it slipping. By the time I had got to the beach my nipples had almost edged out, and the friction of my top had made them as hard as rocks.
I chose a central spot on the beach, surrounded by some very nice looking men. I lay my towel down and sat on it, giving a few unsuspecting people view of my bare pussy lips. I pulled my shirt of, and as my arms stretched back to do this, my tits strained at the material. Tiring of waiting any longer I whipped my top off, revealing my glorious round breasts to the beach. I heard a few whistles, and settled down to enjoy the afternoon sun. As I lay back I pushed my ass down, my skirt caught and my bare ass was on the towel, the front of my skirt just hiding my pussy.
I couldn’t believe it, I was virtually naked in front of all these people. I began to feel very wet, and as a breeze caught my pussy I wanted to touch myself there and then. I told myself to wait, I had all day.
I was lying with my eyes closed, and when I felt someone blocking my sun, I opened my eyes. It was an attractive man, blond hair, but a bit skinny. I sat up.
‘Can I help you?’ I sweetly asked.
‘Yes,’ he sat down next to me, ‘and, well I saw that you were burning, and that you might need some cream.’ He couldn’t take his eyes away from his chest.
‘Oh really?’ I looked down, ‘I think you’re right. Could you put some on my back?’ I turned to lie on the ground as I passed him the bottle.
He began rubbing the cream in, only he didn’t stick to my back, his hands kept wandering to my full breasts, I raised myself off the ground to give him full access, he straddled above me and began pulling at my nipples, holding their weight in his large hands. He moved down my body and began rubbing the top of my legs, caressing my ass cheeks, occasionally catching on my pussy. I breathed in sharply. He leant down to say something:
‘Do you want to go for a swim,’ he said seductively.
I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but I said yes anyway. I stood, still virtually naked, and headed down to the sea with him, as soon as we got knee deep in the water he began to kiss me, heavily kneading my breasts, we were simultaneously walking deeper into the water, until we were above waist height, my skirt had floated up around my waist, and the water was rippling against me, it felt amazing. I pulled his shorts down and took hid cock in my hand, slowly rubbing up and down under the water, he wasn’t going to last long, and neither was I. He took charge and turned me around, he was going to take me from behind. This was exactly what I needed, my tits were on display to everyone. Without any warning he impaled me in one go, and began thrusting in and out, I began to meet his thrusts and my breasts were bouncing up and down, up and down.
As I felt him shoot his hot cum into me I felt ripples of pleasure wash over me, and I began to shake with my orgasm, I rubbed my clit to make it last as long as possible, then I leant back against him, as I felt him go soft inside me. Finally he pulled out. I turned round to face him.
‘Thank you,’ I said, ‘I guess might see you around.’ With that I walked out of the sea. As I stood out of the shallow waters my skirt had become weighed down with water, and was pulling so low on my hips the top of my slit was showing. As it was wet it silhouetted my lips perfectly as it clung to me. I walked back and picked up all my stuff, then headed off for the walk back to the caravan.
Half way back I put my little bikini top back on, after all I didn’t want to give anyone a shock! I was still wet and the water soaked right through it, making it so see-through I may as well have been wearing nothing.
That holiday was fun, but I still didn’t feel satisfied, after all loads of women take of their tops on beaches, I wanted to do something a lot more daring..

The day had finally come, our wedding night. I had dreamed of this day longer than I could remember, and finally it was here. It was perfect - I had the perfect dress, the perfect people, the perfect decorations, and, best of all, the perfect man to marry. The day was wonderful, and I will never forget it. However, like every other, the day came and went, and the only things left now are the memories, bills, and the most beautiful pictures I would ever see filled up in dozens of albums. Strangest thing was that my wedding night wasn’t the classical lose-your-virginity-to-the-one-you-love kind of thing. The night also came and went, with my husband and I just sleeping in each other’s arms. I wasn’t ready yet, and that was alright with him - he understood me so well. I really loved him for that.
A month, two, three passed by and Jason and I were still just as happy as we could be. Our marriage was anything but perfect so far, however, with arguments left and right, but god the love we shared afterwards. The more time went on, the less arguments we had, and the more our love seemed to blossom. Surprisingly, just four months after our wedding night, I felt like I was ready to move forward with Jason, and take our relationship up a step.
It was the evening of December 17; very chilly and drizzling outside. I had to work late, as usual, and when I had gotten home I found Jason waiting on the doorstep for me. I smiled, he always waited there for me. I drove up and turned out my lights, stepped out of my car and ran to the doorstep - it was raining harder now. I ran into his arms and we embraced each other in a huge hug. I always loved saying hello to Jason; every hello was as special as the first one we had shared, all those years ago. We were so meant for each other. I kissed him lightly and suggested we go inside: he was soaking wet and he needed to get dried off before he got a cold.
We stepped inside to a warm, welcoming dwelling. He had lighten a fire and we heard the gentle crackle of flames as we walked into the living room, closing out the cold behind us. I went into our bedroom and retrieved some warm clothes for Jason and he changed in front of the fireplace. I brought a towel to him and took his wet clothes to the laundry room and stuck them in the dryer. When I returned he was sitting on the floor, cross-legged with the towel hanging over his left shoulder. He was leaning back onto his hands and had his eyes closed, listening to the rain pound against our roof.
I quietly walked into the room and picked up the towel off of his shoulder. He did not move as I started to gently massage the towel into his wet hair, drying it. I loved him so much, each moment was better than the ones before. In the back of my mind I wondered what it would be like to make love to Jason, but I smiled as soon as I realised I already knew the answer. He leaned his head into my hands as I massaged a little firmer: I was relaxing him, and that was good. I had hoped that tonight would be the night. Finally I brought the towel down onto my lap and settled myself beside him, leaning my head against his shoulder and he leaned his head against mine.
“I love you, April” I heard him barely whisper.
“I love you, too,” I replied, just as soft.
I was getting drowsy, it was nearing 1 AM now and the soft pitter-patter of the rain outside was hypnotizing me. I slowly laid myself down onto the floor and I felt Jason lean down next to me, lying on his side to look at me as I closed my eyes, a small smile across my face. I felt one of his hands touch my cheek and he leaned down to kiss my soft lips. I kissed him back tenderly. He leaned up and back and then situated himself on my chest, his head between my breasts, as he fell into a gentle sleep. I felt his breathing almost in rhythm with mine and I thought to myself, ‘Well, if it doesn’t happen tonight, we have the rest of our lives. It doesn’t matter - the only thing that matters is that I’m here with the one I love, and he’s here with me’ just as I was falling asleep.
I woke up a short time later, and noticed that it was only around 1.30 in the morning. Jason was still dozing on my chest, his left hand around my waist, and his right hand leaning against my left cheek. I felt horrible to wake him, but I knew that we needed to turn the fire off and head to bed, it wasn’t safe to leave it going all night.
“Darling, wake up,” I whispered to him as I brought my hand up and ran my fingers through his hair. He slowly stirred and woke himself up.
“What’s the matter?” he asked me.
“Nothing honey, we just need to get to bed, we don’t need to leave the fire on all night.”
“Alright, you put out the fire and I’ll go get the bed ready for us,” he said back to me. I nodded and he gave me a kiss on my cheek. He got up and grabbed the towel on his way up, before he walked out of the room and into our bedroom. I put out the fire and walked through the darkness into our bedroom. Jason was nowhere to be seen, but when I saw the light to the bathroom on, I figured he was just getting himself ready for bed. I walked over to the bed and instantly fell asleep as soon as I hit the pillow. I felt Jason stirring me awake what must have been not five minutes later.
“Wake up, sweetie, time for a bath,” he said, his voice so soothing. I was only half awake and didn’t really comprehend what he was saying, so he picked me up off of the bed and carried me into the bathroom. I curled myself up in his arms, my hands around his neck. He set me down onto the bathroom floor; it was warm. The whole bathroom was steaming, and I smelled the wonderful scent of lavender. The aroma instantly made me relaxed and calm.
“Why are we taking a bath baby?” I asked Jason.
“Because we can, and because I love you,” he replied. There was something different about his voice this time in the way he said ‘I love you’, but I didn’t really think about it. I felt him lift his hands up to my work-shirt (I still hadn’t changed) and gently begin to pull it off of me. I closed my eyes as I enjoyed the sensation of his touch; so gentle, so soft. His hands caressed my bare belly as I felt him pull my shirt up. I slowly lifted my arms and he gently rose it up off of my body and let my shirt fall to the floor. He wrapped his hands around my wrists, gently, and ran his hands up my arms, up to my shoulders and neck. He curled his hands together at my neck and pulled me in close to him so that we could kiss again. He always treated me like royalty - as if my body was some kind of precious, rare flower, and one harsh touch would destroy me forever. But, of course, I didn’t mind.
I brought my own hands up behind my back and Jason turned to light two cinnamon candles as I unclasped my bra and it fell to the floor. The temperature change caused my nipples to get slightly hard, and I knew Jason noticed when he turned to face me again. His gaze slowly lowered itself down to my chest, and I closed my eyes, feeling his gaze burning into my skin. I loved it when he looked at me. His hands rose up to meet his gaze in the middle: they both landed on my breasts at the same time. I felt his first fingers of both hands gently touch the top of my chest and run down my breasts, finally stopping to land on my hard nipples. I shuddered as I felt him bring his thumbs up to join his fingers and give them both a gentle squeeze before he dropped his hands down to my pants.
He unzipped my zipper as I undid my button and slowly pulled my pants off. I saw him remove his clothing and he offered his hand to me, telling me I could step into the hot water first. I lifted one foot up and slowly eased it into the boiling hot water. We had an enormous tub, one where we could both fit in the most comfort one could imagine. I settled myself down into the soft bubbles and Jason followed suit. Soon we were both lost in the warm water and were both leaning back on opposite walls, enjoying the sensations of the bubbles popping on our bodies.
It was hard to stay awake, with the rain still pouring down outside and the amazing aromas of the room invading my nostrils, giving even my nose a sense of peace. I felt the water slightly ripple and I opened my eyes to see Jason moving over towards me. I smiled and he settled beside me. I felt his warm, naked body against mine and it not only soothed me, but turned me on as well. He put his arm around me and I settled onto his shoulder again. I smiled again as I felt his free hand move over to gently caress my cheek. I leaned my head over so that my lips could brush against his hand in a sweet, little kiss. I noticed that he did not remove his hand away from in front of my mouth, so I kissed him again. Still he did not remove his hand, but instead moved it around so that his first finger was touching my lips. He did this often, so I was not thinking anything sexual of it. He said he loved the touch of my lips, and always just liked to touch them with his fingertips.
He moved his fingertips from left to right on my bottom lip, and back again, only very lightly touching me. I brought my lips together to give him another gentle little kiss. I felt Jason’s hand leave my mouth and go back down into the water. I closed my eyes again and once again leaned myself against his shoulder, safe in his arms. His hand curled around my neck, confirming my thoughts of safety. He rubbed his head against mine and I did the same back, our silent “I love you’s” heard only between us. His head leaned up off of mine and I leaned mine up as well. I leaned my head against his hand that was around my neck as I felt his mouth around my earlobe. His teeth gently gripped my skin and tugged it slightly. His mouth let my ear go and he rubbed his nose on my neck underneath my ear. I couldn’t help but slightly moan.
I noticed that the water was getting slightly cold, so I suggested that we finish cleaning up with a nice hot shower, and Jason agreed. I let him step out first and I drained the water as I stood up myself. Bubbles were still clinging to our bodies, popping softly in the silence. I stepped out of the tub, reaching out to kiss Jason gently, softly. His hands wrapped around my neck as my arms wrapped around his. Our lips seemed to fit perfectly together, like a puzzle we had been trying to assemble our whole lives, and we had finally found the missing pieces within each other. Finally the water drained, and the wet bubbles had dripped from our bodies onto the towel underneath our feet. I reached over to start the water for us in the shower across the room as Jason stepped over to our cabinet and pulled out our two different shower gels. A Sweet Pea scent for me and some classic Old Spice for him - the perfect combination for a night such as this.
The water was steaming, and I let myself step in first, feeling the warm jets of water splashing onto my bare back. Jason stepped in after me, setting down the bottles of shower gel on the shelf inside the shower. We were facing each other as I looked into his warm brown eyes, and he stared back into mine. He reached up and traced his finger down from the top of my jawbone just underneath my earlobe all the way to the tip of my chin, smiling as he felt my warm skin under his fingertip. I smiled back and reached beside us to grab his shower gel. I poured about a quarter-sized puddle onto my right hand and closed the bottle, setting it back on the shelf. I always loved to wash his body with my bare hands, it made it so much more sensual.
I rubbed my hands together, getting a nice lather going, before I placed my hands onto his shoulders. I leaned forward so I could take in that wonderful, amazing smell of his soap before I started to massage the soap into his soft skin. I rubbed his shoulders, his neck, and his chest, the aroma now driving me insane - it smelled, he smelled, so good and it was just welcoming me onto his body. I got a little more gel onto my hand and pulled him in close to me. I placed my hands up and over his shoulders, so that I could massage his shoulder blades, and scrub the lather into his warm back. I pressed my fingertips firmly into his back and he closed his eyes, once again becoming so relaxed. Finally, I pulled my hands back up and got some of his shampoo into my palms. I scrubbed the shampoo into his hair, very gently rubbing his scalp underneath my hands. He was all lathered up, soap dripping off of his body. We switched places, so he could stand into the water and let the water wash him clean.
When he was all clean of soap and shampoo, he turned his attention back to me. I had tried to refrain from making this too sexual, I really didn’t want to give Jason the green light just yet, but I didn’t want to give him a flat-out red light. I really wanted to make love to him, but more than anything, I wanted to savour every moment and remember everything. And I think Jason already knew that was my plan. It turned out that I was a little more tense than I thought. He reached over to get my body wash and put some on his palms. He looked down into my eyes as he rubbed his hands together. I felt the heat from his body intertwine with my own when his hands lowered down to caress my neck. I knew that the heat that I was feeling was not the steam, nor the water.
His hands pressed into my neck, curling around it, as he brought his face down to meet mine. Just as I closed my eyes to lean in for a kiss, he pulled himself away. Now I knew his game. He finished rubbing my neck and move down to firmly grind his thumbs into my collar bone. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations of his wonderful touch - I just wanted to let his hands explore my body, and do that they did. His palms rubbed my skin everywhere from my shoulders to my belly. Finally, I was completely lathered up in the front (he had paid little attention to my breasts, which gave me another sign telling me that he knew my plan already) and my back was getting cold. My hair was also begging to be scrubbed my his gentle hands.
“Turn around, sweetie,” he quietly asked me, looking down into my eyes. I smiled and turned myself around, flinging my hair slightly so that it was all behind my shoulders. I felt his hands on my back, rubbing more shower gel into my cold skin, soothing me even more. I took in the wonderful mixture of the two aromas between us. I was about six inches or so from my nose touching the shower wall, and very close to Jason behind me. His hands rubbed all over my back, his body blocking the water from hitting my own. I felt his hands drop from my back and I knew he was about to lather up my hair, my favourite part of our showers together. Sure enough, he lifted his hands up to my scalp and gently massaged his fingers into my hair, almost tangling it. I felt Jason keep getting closer and closer to me, almost forcing me into the wall in front of me. Before I knew it, he was so close to me that I knew he was doing it on purpose.
“Lean against the wall there, honey,” he said to me, a slight difference in his tone. Before I could really react, he had pushed himself hard enough against me that I was now pressing firmly into the cold shower wall. It wasn’t a bad feeling, but my breasts were pressed into the chilly tile, and my hips were pushing against the wall as well. I felt his warm body against mine, and I felt his hands wrap around my wrists. He brought my hands up to the wall, even with my head, and placed my palms onto the wall before letting go. I closed my eyes as I felt his hips press against my ass gently - I moaned inside. His hands brought themselves up to my hips, and then moved slowly, ever so slowly, up the side of my body, his fingertips finally brushing against the sides of my breasts.
As soon as it all started, it stopped. He leaned back and allowed me to have my space again. While somewhat disappointed, the water was getting cold now, and I needed to rinse off so we could get out of the shower before we froze to death. I washed off quickly and Jason stepped out first, retrieving some towels for us. He went ahead and walked into our bedroom, with four towels in his hands. I finished up in the shower, and I let my hair drip for a few seconds before I stepped out into the steam-filled room, now getting chilly with the door open. I stepped out of the room, finding no towels left, and I scrambled to get behind Jason, needing some warmth against my shivering body. I went up behind him and hugged my arms around his neck, pushing my body against his, seeking some kind of warmth for myself. I felt his smile as I let him go, my body finally getting used to the temperature of the room. When I stepped away from him, I noticed that he had put two of the towels onto the bed, where we usually slept; the other two on the dresser on my side of the bed.
“Lie down baby,” he said, smiling slightly at me, pointing to the towel he had laid out on my side of the bed. I settled myself down on top of the towel, my body covered in chill bumps, my nipples hard and erect. I looked over at him and I watched him as he got another one of the towels from my dresser. He got a large beach-towel and laid it over my body, covering me from below my shoulders almost all the way to my ankles. My arms were underneath the towel as well, lying by my side. As soon as Jason straightened out all of the wrinkles, he lowered his hands down to my shoulders, where the towel just started. He placed his right hand on my left shoulder, and his left hand on my right shoulder. He slightly pressed down on the towel, then curled his fingers up, grabbing handfuls of my skin along with the towel. The feeling was surprisingly erotic and I didn’t even know why. He had never done that before, though, so I just figured it was because it was a new sensation to me.
He repeated this over and over, going down my body. He only did it one more time, however, before he skipped over my breasts and moved down below them. He pushed his hands into my tummy and curled his fingers in slightly. It was like he was giving me a slow massage, and it felt amazing. When he finally moved down to my thighs, he curled his fingers in a way that they went between my legs slightly. I let out a soft moan - now I was sure this was his idea of foreplay for tonight, and it was turning me on; taking over my body. He continued going down my legs, until he was sure he had grabbed every inch of the top of my body except my breasts. He started to move his way back up my body, but I reached one of my arms out and grabbed his wrist. I pulled him in to me while I sat up, the towel dropping and gathering together on my lap. He stared into my eyes and leaned down to follow the trail I was pulling him into.
I closed my eyes as our lips touched. We shared only a few seconds of a sweet kiss before he pulled away. He held my right shoulder with his left hand while his gaze and his other hand lowered down to the towel in my lap. He picked up the towel and tossed it on the floor beside him. His gaze returned to my eyes while his left hand gently pushed my shoulder back; he was telling me to lie down for him. Time seemed to have almost stopped, everything was moving so slow. It seemed like he was just slowly inching me to lie down, that some force was pushing back against me, refusing to let me lie down, yet inviting me at the same time. When I was finally lying down completely, my wet hair against the pillow, Jason leaned down to kiss me on my cheek. I tried to grab the back of his head, and to silently tell him to continue to kiss me, but he moved his head up. His left hand was still on my shoulder, and now his head was hovering over my chest, my nipples still just as erect as before. He licked his lips and took in a deep breath. I closed my eyes and lifted my chest up to him, begging him to grasp my nipple with his mouth, but instead of feeling his warm tongue on my nipple, I felt air. He blew onto my nipple slowly, and it sent chills down my body.

He took my hand in his and pulled me towards his house.
“You wanna play a couple games of b-ball? It’ll get your mind of that disaster of a birthday party.” He asked curiously after a moment.
“Sure. I was hoping you’d say that.” I smiled. “I had to get out of the house. I can’t believe Logan had Jacklin over and they were makin’ out all over the place at MY party!”
“She’s such a bitch,” His deep brown eyes gleamed devilishly.
“Yeah, that’s her.” I nodded. Mark glanced sideways at me quickly and I saw him out of the corner of my eye. We both burst into laughter and he urged me to run with him. We began to race along the street and Mark let go of my hand.
“Come on old lady get a move on!” Mark called over his shoulder at me.
“Oh my God I can’t believe you called me old!” I tried to run faster so I could catch up to that ass in front of me and kick it.
“Oh yeah baby, one more birthday and you’ll be twenty! Ha!” Mark slowed his pace so I could catch up.
“You’re not so young yourself ya old geezer!” I teased, “You look like you’re running out of breath all ready!”
Mark stopped dead in his tracks and turned around. I didn’t have time to think before I slammed right into him. He held his ground and grabbed my arms in his strong fingers.
“Now you listen to me Jaimie, I am NOT a geezer, that’s Derek’s department, he’s the one that’s almost thirty.” Mark moved his face closer to mine and for the first time in the six years I’d known him, the smell of his cologne and just the smell of him started to make my heart beat a little faster.
Now I don’t think I’m ugly - I’ve got clear skin, big blue eyes, straight teeth (my parents shelled out a fortune for that), my hair is long and dirty blonde, and I’m definitely fit, but for some strange reason, I’d never had a date all through high school and even after. Not for lack of trying mind you, I’d worn all the nice tight fitting clothes, and I’d played sports with the guys to get into their circles. I’d tutored the jocks, and I’d even gone to all the parties and got drunk. But not once was I asked out, and not once had I been kissed either. I swear I’d blacked out at a few parties, but when I awoke the next morning, everything still felt intact, so I’m sure I’m still a virgin too.
Mark, on the other hand, has to beat the ladies off him. He’s got scruffy brown hair, and these deep pools of brown eyes that you can lose yourself in some days. He’s got dimples when he smiles his killer smile, and his teeth would blind you they’re so perfect. He’s cuter than I don’t know what, he’s got a rock hard body, and has never been ashamed to show it off. He keeps up with his share of dates, and I do believe he’s pleasured every one of those lucky girls. Nevermind the fact that he’s the star of the basket-ball team, and he plays hockey and swims and plays volleyball too. Everyone knows Mark and every guy envies him.
Mark and I met through our older brothers, they were best friends for a few years before my freak of an idiot brother introduced me to Mark. Now, I know I shouldn’t be so hard on Logan, he was responsible for me after our parents’ deaths, and he’s only acting the part of Dad/big brother as best he can, but ugh, to pick the one girl who’s was mean to me throughout high school, Jacklin, aka “the bitch”, to be his woman, I’ll never know…
“Jaimie, you hurt yourself?” Mark’s deep voice brought me out of my daze.
“Yeah, just having a hard time breathing, that’s all.” I thought about complimenting him on his damned fine aroma, but we’d never been like that with each other, we were ‘plutonic’ friends. Mark’s the womanizer beyond belief and I’m just some wallflower who can’t get a date.
“Well you better jump start those lungs if you think you’re going to try to beat me at b-ball.” Mark shoved me backwards but held my arms until I regained my balance.
“You suck so hard at b-ball, I don’t know why they even keep you on the team!” I gave him a playful shove in the shoulder and he grabbed my long blonde ponytail as I tried to get away. “OW!”
“What’s the matter princess? Can’t keep up with the big boys?” Mark gave a light yank on my hair before letting go.
“Well considering, I’ve never been able to play with the big boys, I’d have to say I’m not sure how.” I tried to make a joke but it came out wrong and I almost started to cry. A huge lump formed in my throat and the last words sounded choked.
Mark instinctively pulled me back into his embrace and squeezed me tight.
“Don’t worry baby, I’ll show ya how us big boys play.”
I looked up into his deep brown eyes and for a second I could’ve sworn I saw them twinkling. Was he seriously coming onto me? After all this time? No, there’s no way he’d be like that. We were best friends and that was it.
“Gee thanks.” I rubbed my face into his shoulder for a second to attempt to wipe any traces of tears off my cheeks and onto his shirt.
“Okay, enough of this crap, let’s go so I can beat your ass!” Mark kissed my forehead and let go of me at the same time. He started to jog along the street again towards his house.
“Wait up Marky!” I yelled as I lagged behind him.
He burst out laughing, turned around to run backwards, tripped and fell flat on his ass. I caught up with him and fell on the ground beside him, dying of laughter. He sat up and made a grab for me. I jumped away and squealed. He lunged for me again and managed to grab a hold of my foot. My shoe came off and he held my ankle tightly.
“Don’t tickle me! Don’t you dare!” I pleaded.
“I wanna see you wet yourself.” He shook his head and grinned wickedly.
“Marky, you know I will! I always do! Now let me go!” I whined. He thought for a minute and then a sly gleam appeared in his eyes. He let out an evil laugh and let my foot go.
“Uh-oh. Oh no! You better behave yourself!” I warned.
“Oh of course. I wouldn’t dream of anything else.” He smirked and stood up. I pulled my shoe back on and stood up too. He immediately snatched me up into his arms and flung me over his shoulder.
“Mark-y!” I whined and held onto the back pockets of his jeans. “If you drop me…” I warned as I inhaled his musky scent. I immediately realized that I had always loved the way he smelled.
“Wouldn’t dream of it. And ruin your pretty little face?”
“Just hold onto me tightly.” I said seriously.
“Okay, okay.” He laughed and headed towards his house again.
He walked up the driveway and right into the house about two minutes later.
Derek - Mark’s twenty-three year old brother, and my older brother’s best friend - was in the kitchen.
“Mark! Where ya been?” Derek called out. Mark took me into the kitchen and stood in front of Derek.
“Finding a good contestant in the new game show: Test the Temperature of the Water in our Pool.” Mark replied seriously.
“Derek! Don’t you dare let him! Please don’t! I beg of you.” I cried out.
“Don’t even think about it bro. She’s my prisoner.” Mark laughed and headed out the sliding doors and onto the deck. He walked about three steps towards the pool before I started to kick and struggle.
“Put me down!” I shrieked.
“If you say so.” Mark replied and held me out over the pool. I screamed and tried to grab him.
“NO! Don’t drop me!” I cried out helplessly and then decided I wasn’t going to win so I held onto Mark’s large forearms as hard as I could and hoped he wouldn’t drop me into the water.
“Jaimie! Hold on!” I heard Derek yell.
“Back off Der-!” Mark’s voice was shrill as he saw Derek running towards us. Derek came to a halt as he slammed into Mark. I flew out of Mark’s grip and landed in the pool. Mark lost his balance, grabbed onto Derek, and they both fell in.
I came up choking and swam towards the other two. Mark came up first and then Derek.
“You stupid-” I was cut off as Mark clapped his hand over my mouth.
“Don’t say it. It wasn’t my fault.” Mark explained.
“Damn right it was.” Derek snapped. “You shouldn’t have let her go.”
“Like I had a choice! You hit me so hard I thought my neck was gonna snap!”
“It should have.” Derek replied dryly.
“Would you two shut up!” I growled. “You are both freaking idiots! Argument finished.”
“It wasn’t my fault!” Mark protested. “I was-” I cut him off this time by pushing him under the water.
“Way to go Jaimie!” Derek laughed and gave me a high-five. Mark pushed me off him and came up sputtering.
“Don’t ever do that again!” Mark warned me.
“If you can’t take the heat…” I began but Mark threw himself at me. I tried to back up, but realized I was back against the side of the pool already. “Augh!” I screamed as his cold hands clamped down on my shoulders.
“Can’t take the heat?” Mark smirked.
“No, you’re cold! Your hands are like ice!” I cried and pushed him back.
“Terribly sorry Madam. Here, see how you like this instead.” Mark pushed up tight against me. He was freezing cold, although that was hard to notice with the front of his finely sculpted body pressed up against mine. The fact that the water was so cold made my nipples harden and I was sure Mark could feel them through my thin T-shirt and his as well. I sure as hell could feel what the cold water was doing to the member in his pants, no wait, that would’ve been the opposite effect, uh oh. I thought I’d die if he didn’t back off soon. It was all too arousing for me and apparently for him too. Mark was my best friend, nothing more, nothing more was to ever happen between us, we’d made a pact. Although with him so close it was hard…
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Jo sighed and standing with her hands on her hips, slowly looked around the bedroom. She stood at an average height with shoulder length blonde hair and the desired steely blue eyes. Her lips were full and red, slightly parted with the beginnings of anger. Her husband, Mike, always said she looked more beautiful when she was roused, either in temperament or excitement.
It’s just typical; she thought to herself, Mike, disappears and leaves her to finish off the packing. She knew it would be a stressful time moving house. He did promise that he would be around to help her get the remaining boxes packed and sealed ready for the removal van early afternoon. But for some reason he had let her down.
Luckily there wasn’t an awful lot left to do but Jo had other things she could be doing. Like sending off all the letters to notify friends and family of the new address. She sighed again and decided to empty out her side of the wardrobe first. She laid a suitcase and a box open on the bed ready for clothes and any other knick knacks that may appear.
As she worked she kept an ear open for the sound of Mike’s car in the driveway. He said before he left that he was taking a trip down to the new house 5 miles away to make sure that it was open for the first load of furniture. Jo didn’t think that he needed to do that as he could have asked one of the neighbours to do it for them but he insisted that it was necessary. She secretly believed he would make a quick trip to the local pub whilst he was at it.
Neatly folding all her dresses and shirts in the suitcase, she couldn’t believe just how much clothes she had accumulated over the years. She was sure that she could get rid of some of them to the local charity and made a resolution to do that one day in the near future. Maybe when they were settled into their new home. She smiled. She was so looking forward to arranging the furniture and decorating.
She closed the suitcase after placing the final dress that had been hanging on the clothes rail inside. She knelt on the floor and reached to the back of the wardrobe. She grabbed the first bag that she could reach and pulled it out. At first she didn’t recognise the carrier bag with the faded logo of the local supermarket plastered on the front. Perhaps Mike had bought her something and had hidden it in the back of the wardrobe and forgotten about it. It didn’t seem likely. Another thought crossed her mind and this was not as pleasant as the last one. Was Mike trying to hide something from her?
What was the matter with her? Why on earth would Mike do that? It didn’t make sense. Then it dawned on her what was in the bag. Of course! She felt so stupid. A couple of years ago she had attended her school reunion and had had the idea of wearing her old school uniform.
Eventually she had decided against it and had stuffed it in the wardrobe. She had never told Mike about it and had wished that she had never bothered to ask her mum if she could dig it out of the loft for her. Jo blushed at the thought. Her mother had been so shocked and clearly couldn’t understand why Jo had wanted the skirt and blouse but she had been too polite to ask her daughter about it.
Now here it was again and this time Jo had the urge to try the outfit on. She glanced at her watch. She had plenty of time before the first van would be arriving. As for Mike, well she guessed he would be at least another hour or so. She was certain she had more than enough time to try the uniform on and finish off the rest of the packing.
She stood in front of the mirror amazed at how well she had kept her figure in trim. Although there had been a few years since she had worn her sixth form uniform she was convinced that she could fit into it reasonably well. Even if she couldn’t she thought, she would at least have fun trying. Slowly she peeled off her clothes. She had dressed simply that morning because she was aware that she was likely to get hot and bothered before the day was out. Her old denim dungarees were the first to go, followed by the small white tee shirt. She had purposely left her bra off to enjoy the feel of her erect nipples against the hard seams of the dungarees.
Soon she was standing in just her white briefs. She ran her hands over her large breasts and playfully tweaked her nipples until they stood hard and proud. She enjoyed seeing how far she could twist the rosy buds before it brought tears to her eyes with the pain. It didn’t feel the same though with her doing it to herself. She longed to get Mike to do things like that to her but had never plucked up the courage to ask him. She stepped out of her white briefs taking note of the damp patch in the gusset from playing with herself.
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One by one she removed the items from the carrier bag and laid them out on the bed. A pair of frilly white briefs, a red plaid, pleated skirt, white blouse and a red tie. Jo could remember that the skirt had come down to mid thigh when she had worn it those years ago. She placed it against her body and was surprised to see that it now came to the top of her thighs. She knew that as soon as she put the briefs on too that the skirt would barely cover them. She was certainly glad now that she had never worn the uniform at the school reunion.
She grabbed hold of the briefs and gently slipped them on. They felt tight and the material stretched provocatively across the cheeks of her arse. Her fingers slid over the sheer smooth fabric at the front before moving round to explore the back. Bending forward slowly her fingers found a slight rip which had been barely noticeable to the naked eye. How did that get there? For as long as she could remember the uniform had been stuffed away in bags and had never been worn since her time at school.
So the only time it could have happened was when she was wearing them at school…She giggled out loud. The memory of that particular instance was extremely clear in her mind. She’d wondered for some time if she would be able to re-enact it. It had been her first experience being spanked and she had never looked back since. The only hindrance was that she had never been able to find anyone else that could instil the same sort of feelings in her as that teacher had done.
She had been with her small group of friends and had decided to have a little fun as it had been the end of the school year. Long summer holidays followed and everyone had been in high spirits. Perhaps too high spirits. It had been a simple prank, one that many other pupils had thought of long before they had, but it had been too hot to endure staying inside a stuffy classroom any longer. So they had set off the fire alarm. Unfortunately the teacher’s pet had spotted Jo breaking the glass on the alarm and had reported her.
After everyone had traipsed back into the school building, Jo had been called into the principal’s office. She had refused to say anything about any of her other friends that had been involved and had accepted the punishment that had been dealt out. What she didn’t realise was that the principal had no intention of making a report of the prank or the punishment given and had made arrangements for Jo to see him after school hours. Jo had felt nervous but could see no reason to disobey the order and had returned after school to receive her punishment.
The principal had ordered her to bend over his knee whilst he had spanked her. She had kept her knickers on and she had been relieved to see that he had used a wooden ruler rather than his bare hand. At first Jo had been nervous but after the first few smacks she had started to enjoy the anticipation of each smack, the short burst of pain, followed by the tingling sensation. She was disappointed that there had been only a few smacks but, her face flushed, she had been glad to finally leave out of sheer embarrassment.
She had never seen the principal again after that for any more punishments and she often wondered what had happened to him after she left school. Of course if she had been a little bit younger at the time she would have reported him but she felt that it had just been harmless fun in the end.
“Oh wow,” she breathed.
Her panties had grown wet at the sweet memory and her clit had begun to throb. She rubbed her arse cheeks where she remembered the ruler had landed those few years ago. It made her smile to think of it again. She picked up the white blouse and had a quick look over the front and back, checking to see if there were any rips in the material but she could see none.
Carefully she squeezed herself into it and did up the buttons one by one. Although the rest of it fitted very well she found the blouse was a little tight and it stretched taut over her breasts. She squeezed them from either side trying to get more comfortable. She decided that she would have to be careful not to breathe in too deep other wise she would pop a few of the buttons.
She longed to reach down between her legs and rub herself into an orgasm but wanted to wait until she had completely dressed in the whole outfit. She pulled the skirt over her bare thighs and fastened the buttons at the back. She had been right. It fitted okay b