gay quest part2
by Porn Review Blogusual morning pills.
“I’d like to look especially nice, tomorrow after lunch,” he said. “I need to
wear something appropriate. Would you help me choose?”
I was a teeny bit cruel. “Nice how, sweetheart?”
“Seductive,” he said, and swallowed hard.
“All right,” I said. “Then slather on the eye make-up. But ‘appropriate? For
what? A wedding? Yours? Who’s the groom?”
I said this unhelpfully while nibbling on the shrimp souffle Jim had made as an
appetizer. He was spending more and more time in the kitchen during the week
doing fancy things, maybe because he felt guilty that he was deceiving his wife
with a paid mistress, maybe because the hormones and the clothing and the
role-playing had turned his mind to doing traditional women’s work. When he’d
confessed that much to his Mistress one afternoon, I’d ordered him to do
something special for his wife each day, to show his appreciation for her. He’d
started cooking exotic dishes for our dinner each night. That is, in addition to
making the beds, vacuuming and dusting, tending to our laundry, clearing up after
dinner, and rinsing out our delicate undies.
He needed encouragement, not teasing, so I got serious. “I’ve been wondering
when you would want me to see more of your dresses,” I commented. “High time,
too. There’s no reason for you to feel restricted in the way you present
yourself here in the house or outside either, just because you used to be a man.
I love wearing all kinds of dresses myself. Let’s see what you’ve chosen for
this special occasion.”
Well, of course I urged him to wear the silver mini, which had a teeny open
jacket to match and a see-through blouse. A girl dressing up to suck her boss’s
cock should look like a tart, I reasoned to myself, and I offered to lend him a
ton or so of junk jewelry to add to the effect. “With a dress like this,” I
said, “get yourself a special hairdo. Piled way high, maybe with a rhinestone
hair piece on top.”
The beauty salon operator went all out. When Jim showed at Hospitality House for
his tryst with Brian his hair was piled high, his nails were bright red, his new
breasts were bulging in their scanty lacy bra, deep cleavage fully visible
through his see-through blouse, his silver skirt scarcely covered his crotch, and
he wore long legged black net stockings. I must say, Jim was a living sex-pot
sex-doll, all pretence of masculine appearance wiped away. I’d experimented with
Lesbian sex in college, and the sight of him reminded me of things I’d not myself
done with a woman for a while.
He entered the room daintily on his five-inch strappy silver slippers, and
immediately saw a figure wearing my doll face sitting on my throne at the other
end of the room. He approached and then fell to his knees, eyes lowered. But
then came a moment’s stunned shock, when he saw a long, sheet-covered tent pole
rising high out of what he thought was my lap, and then heard my familar
commanding voice not in front of him but behind him.
“Now what does a pretty girl like you want to do when she sees a handsome prick
like that rising in front of her face?”
I guess for all the feminizing and the humiliation and scum-sucking, Jim had
never expected to go this far! Actually to take another man’s cock into his own
mouth and suck in it. Before, whatever the humiliating act he had performed, it
was in submission to feminine power, deeply fulfilling to a submissive like Jim.
But cock sucking was submission to masculine power. It required that all male
competitiveness and jealousy in himself be suppressed, and that he find within
instead a truly feminine desire to please, to make a man happy. He looked around
at me, imploring, seeking my eyes for reassurance and guidance. For the first
time in all these many months he looked closely at my face! There was a sudden
narrowing of his pencilled-in brows! Did I suddenly look familiar to him? “How
dare you look at me!” I shouted, as if enraged. “You klnow what to do, slut!
Prove to me that you’re a woman!”
Well, there was a call for submission to feminine power, mine! His habituation
…End of the part2. To be continued..