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   The Control of Louis

   by Nessus

   Georgina is beautiful.  She's slightly taller than me, long dark hair,
centrefold figure and dark deep eyes.  We met a month ago and I became
deeply entranced by her.  Why she continued to see me, I don't know but I
could guess.  Although I am older than her, I am reasonably wealthy and
occasionally work as a consultant from my extensive apartment.  She works
in a well known department store in some sort of management and designer
role.

   It was wonderful when we attempted to make love last week, although I
knowI came to quickly but the sight of her gorgeous body in her filmy
lingerie was too much for me.  Strangely, she didn't seem upset, just
smiled and told me it was all right.  We haven't attempted to make love
again as it has been difficult to see each other regularly as she works
very hard.

   One day, it changed and, as I look back, I see that this was the
starting point of my new life.

   I called at her tiny apartment after 'phoning her that morning at the
store.  She was about to go out, dressed in a red woollen dress and black
stockings ad high heel shoes.  Her beautiful hair was swept back and tied
loosely with a red scarf.  Gold hoop ear-rings glittered from her ears.

   "I'm sorry, Louis," she said softly, "I have a meeting with designers."
I was disappointed and it showed.  She was beautiful and my cock was
instantly squirming in my pants, making me flush.  Georgina smiled at me
knowingly, gently took my hand and led me into her small bedroom.  Slowly,
she sensually kissed me, her perfume washing over me.  Immediately I was
rock hard, wanting her desperately, to undress her.  I had only one
opportunity to see her almost unclothed and that was just a vague memory of
an average passion.

   Soothing me with her soft voice, she led me to the bed, telling me to
get undressed and lie down.  Quickly, I did and she lay next to me.  I was
puzzled why she didn't undress but her soft, stroking fingers distracted
me, bringing me close so quickly.

   Suddenly, she stopped, took my hand and placed it on my straining cock,
whispering in my ear.  "Do it for me, darling.  Show me how." I was stunned
but her hand was insistent and my fingers slowly closed around my rigid
cock.  "Yes," she breathed, "show me.  You know you want to, Louis."

   And I did.  I slowly started jerking off, naked on the bed, watched by
this still clothed and beautiful woman.  It was exciting and I was so
close, so very close when she suddenly held my moving hand still.

   "Stop," she said softly in my ear.  I was gasping, so close my whole
body was almost rigid as my cock was ready to spurt.  "Darling," she
whispered, "I love watching you jerk off.  I want you to ask me to watch
every time you do it.  Promise me?"

   Wordlessly, I nodded and in doing so, I admitted to this beautiful woman
that I jerked off.  It was embarrassing and, somehow, extremely exciting.

   "Ask me now" she urged, removing her hand and kissing my ear.

   "Please watch," I croaked.

   "Watch what?"

   "Please watch me jerk off," I whispered, face burning and cock straining
but I kept my hand still, waiting, almost for her permission.

   She smiled.  "I'd love to watch you play with yourself," she said as she
suddenly swung off the bed, "I have something for you.  To help." She
opened her underwear drawer, took something out and sat next to me on the
bed.

   Smiling down at me, she held up a silken pair of pink panties.  "Look
darling, so sexy, so soft.  Would you like to jerk off in them?" I gulped
and nodded.  I was still holding my cock and it seemed to get harder.  She
dangled the panties over me and slowly moved them down my chest.  "Ask me,
then," she said softly, her eyes glittering.

   I knew this was some invisible line I was about to cross but didn't
care. "Ask ," she repeated, the panties tantalisingly slowly moving close
to my cock.

   "Can I jerk off into your panties?" I croaked.

   "Please?" she prompted.

   "Please, can I?" I asked, desperate to do it, my cock straining.

   "What, darling?" she said sweetly.

   "Please can I jerk off into your underpants?" Trying to regain some lost
dignity.

   She giggled.  "Underpants?  I call them panties, darling.  Pretty as
well.  Seethe lace?"

   I nodded, sweating and almost gasping for breath.  "Please," I
acquiesced and crossed that line.  "Can I jerk off into your pretty
panties?" As I said it, my cock twitched.  I was totally under her spell.

   "Only if you promise to wash them afterwards.  Will you?" I nodded
furiously.  "Say it," she whispered, eyes glittering.

   "I promise to wash your pretty panties," I whispered.

   "By hand, darling.  They are so pretty and delicate." She suddenly
dropped the panties over my cock and the hand holding it.  The touch of the
smooth satin was electrifying and I wrapped them around my cock.  "Jerk
off," she suddenly commanded and my hand started its familiar movements.

   It didn't take long and, as she smilingly watched me, I arced off the
bed and came in a burning rush, pumping huge spurts of cum into the
panties.

   As I lay on the bed recovering, one arm over my eyes and the other
clutching the sodden panties around my cock, I felt acute embarrassment.

   Georgina rose from the bed, stood beside it and looked down at me. 
"Make sure you wash them, darling," she said.  "And remember your promise.
I would be so upset if I found out you had jerked off without asking me to
watch.  Call me tomorrow."

   I heard her leave the room and, moments later, the front door to her
apartment close.

   Awash in humiliation, I admitted to myself that I had just experienced
the best orgasm I had enjoyed for sometime.  Slowly, my legs rubbery, I got
off the bed and walked unsteadily to the bathroom to hand-wash the panties
before I left.

   She didn't mention the incident for a few days when I called her on the
telephone and neither did I.  She had made no comment about the panties
hanging in her bathroom.  However, I didn't see her for three days and by
the fourth day I was horny.  Very horny.  The memory of lying on the bed
and jerking off into those satin panties while Georgina watched haunted me.
It also made me incredibly aroused.

   That evening, I decided to call at her apartment.  I was going to ask
her to watch me, I had to and I hoped she would decide to have sex with me
instead of going through with what I was going to ask her.

   Or maybe I was hoping she wouldn't.  I was confused but incredibly
excited by the idea that I was going to ask this woman to watch me jerk
off. A small thought reminded me that I didn't have to ask permission.  I'm
a grown man and if I wanted to jerk off I could!

   But, I also knew, that wouldn't be half as exciting.

   I stumbled through the telephone call to the store and asked her if I
could drop around to her apartment that evening.  "Of course, darling," she
said softly, her voice warm and lush down the line.  "I've got some work to
do but I can see you for a short time."

   When I arrived, she kissed me sweetly on the cheek and, then settled
back in her chair to go through some papers from the store.  She was
wearing a short blue skirt and a white blouse, her long black hair
caressing the collar.

   Her magnificent breasts rose and fell as she breathed and I could hear
the sound of her black hose rubbing as she crossed her long legs.  My cock
throbbed.

   I stood in front of her and hesitantly cleared my throat.  "Georgina?"
Imurmured.

   She kept reading.  "Hmm?"

   "Ah, Georgina...." My voice was strained and she looked up.

   "Yes, Louis?" I started blushing, the heat rolling over my face.  She
saw it and smiled a strange smile.

   "Ah..." I paused and she crossed her legs and I watched, fascinated, as
the black nylon rubbed.

   "Yes Louis?" she almost purred.

   "Georgina, please watch me as I jerk off!"

   I rushed through it, my face burning but my cock was throbbing.  She
crossed her legs again, the skirt rode higher and I stared at her long legs
in black nylon.

   "Oh Louis," she giggled, staring at the tent in my pants, "I would love
to watch you play with yourself." She looked up at my face, her eyes
glinted.  "Would you like to use my panties again?"

   It was like an electric charge had hit my cock and I swallowed.  "Yes,"
I stammered.

   "Well, ask me, silly."

   "Please can I jerk off into your panties," I whispered, all control
gone.

   "Why," she pouted, " don't you think my panties are pretty any more?"

   "Please," I said urgently, " can I jerk off into your pretty panties?"

   "Darling," she said, matter-of-factly, "you sound like you're begging.
Are you begging?"

   I was out of control, my cock rock hard and close to the edge.  "Yes," I
whispered, looking down at the floor.  "I'm begging."

   "Well, then," she murmured with a small note of triumph, "you should do
it properly." She smiled again and crossed her legs.  I'm sure she knew it
drove me mad.  "Take your clothes off, darling," she cooed.  "You'll be
more comfortable."

   Startled, I pulled my clothes off, scattering them around the room as
she sat there quietly watching me with that faint smile on her full lips.

   Quickly, I stood naked in front her, my hard cock jutting from my body,
twitching obscenely.  "Now, darling, " she said softly, "time to beg
properly.  Please kneel." Without thinking, I fell to my knees, staring at
those lovely legs, sheathed in black nylon.  "Well, darling?' she prompted

   "Please," I croaked.  "Can I jerk off into your pretty panties?" I was
desperate, embarrassed greatly but with a huge, throbbing erection. 
Another line had been crossed.  I was no longer asking her to watch; I was
asking her permission.

   She smiled down at me.  "Of course, darling.  You just have to ask me
the right way." She stood up and, much to my excitement, reached under her
skirt and pulled her panties down until they lay in a puddle around her
shiny black high heel shoes.  She withdrew her feet and I stared at the
puddle of black lace and silk as she sat back down, leaving the panties on
the carpet in front of me.

   "They're black lace, darling.  Do you like them?"

   "Yes," I whispered, mouth dry as I stared at the mound of soft panties.

   "What's that?" she asked softly.  "I can't hear you."

   "Yes, I like your pretty panties," I whispered.

   "But, I've been wearing them all day.  Would you like some clean ones?"
she asked.  I shook my head, still staring at the pile of black lace. 
"Well," she smiled, "pick them up."

   Trembling, I reached out and picked up the soft pile of black lace, my
cock twitching spasmodically in anticipation.  "Do they feel nice?" she
asked as I held them in my hand, feeling their warmth and waiting for her
permission to rub them onto my cock.

   "Yes," I gulped.

   "Would you like to smell them?" she asked slyly and I felt another
electric charge to my cock, so powerful I almost came.

   "Yes," I gasped urgently.  "Please."

   "Ask me."

   "Please," I gasped, words rushing out," can I smell your pretty
panties?" She nodded regally and I crushed the black lace to my face.  Her
pungent musky aroma overwhelmed me and I was soon gasping for breath, cock
pulsing wildly.

   "Now, dear," she soothed.  "Are you ready for me to watch?" My wild face
told her I was.  "Ask, darling."

   "Please," I gasped, "can I jerk off?"

   "Where?" "Please, can I jerk off into your pretty black lace panties!"

   "Promise to wash them?

   "I promise to wash your pretty panties afterwards," I whined.

   Slowly, Georgina rose from her chair and stood over me, looking down at
me kneeling naked on the carpet, clutching her panties to my face with a
huge erection jutting from my crotch.

   "From now on, darling, I think you should ask me every day." I nodded
wildly.  "I mightn't want you to do it every day but you should ask me,
don't you think?" she said sweetly and, again, I nodded "I think it would
save time, darling, if you took your clothes off before you asked me.  Do
you think that's a good idea?"

   "Yes," I whispered desperately.

   "Promise?" she asked softly and I nodded.  "All right, darling, jerk off
into my pretty panties."

   I didn't have to be told twice.  I slipped the panties around my cock,
the touch of silk sending me wild and, kneeling naked in front of this
beautiful woman, I frantically and desperately jerked off into her black
lace panties.

   As I moaned, gasped, jerked and, finally spurted, her smile broadened.
As I lay on the floor, gasping and hoping the lights would black out to
hide my shame, she sat down in the chair, crossed her legs again and picked
up her papers.  The only sound was my ragged breathing and she didn't look
up as I unsteadily walked from the room to wash her black lace panties.

   I awoke late next morning with a hard-on and filled with a forbidden
shame at what I did the previous night.  My humiliation rose as I
remembered my promise to ask her permission everyday but, my desire did as
well.  I could almost hear her voice: "I mightn't want you to do it every
day but you should ask me." My cock throbbed and I resisted the urge to
jerk off right there.

   Instead, I tried to push the memory out of my mind, showered, dressed
and ate a little breakfast.  Time to do some work.  But I knew, that no
matter how much I tried to convince myself things were normal, I wasn't
going to do any work today.  I was going to fill in time until I could see
her again.

   The the constant picture in my mind of her pulling her panties down from
underneath her skirt made my cock quiver.  I knew I wanted to kneel naked
in front of her, to beg her to allow me to jerk off while she watched.  And
I wondered what panties she was wearing today.

   I had to ring her.

   The 'phone felt clammy as I dialled her office number at the store and
waited for her answer.  Clarissa, Georgina's assistant answered and put me
through.  "Hello?" Georgina's husky voice caressed my ear.

   "Hello, Georgina," I said hesitantly.

   "Louis," she said warmly.  "How sweet of you to ring.  Are you working
hard?"

   "Yes," I lied, cock swelling at the sound of her voice.

   There was a slight pause and then she whispered down the line.  "Do you
remember last night?"

   "Ah....yes," I croaked.

   "It was sooo exciting, watching you like that." I flushed and my cock
twitched.  "I've been thinking about you a lot this morning." She giggled.
"Maybe it's because I'm designing the lingerie display for our east
window." My face burned and my hand shook.  "My desk is covered in panties
and bras.  You should be here, Louis.  Louis?"

   "Yes?" I gulped, "I'm here."

   She giggled softly.  "I thought you might have fainted at the thought of
all those pretty panties." Her voice hardened, just like my cock.  "You
like panties, don't you, Louis?" she said.

   "Yes," I whispered, a huge bulge showing in the front of my trousers.

   "Tell me."

   "I like pretty panties."

   "I thought you loved mine."

   "I do," I protested weakly.

   "Then tell me."

   "I love your pretty panties."

   She sighed.  "That's nice." Her voice sharpened.  "You're not doing it,
are you, Louis?"

   "No," I said guiltily as my hand had been absently rubbing the bulge.

   "You can't ask me over the phone, Louis.  That's not what you promised,
is it?"

   "No."

   "I'll be home at six, Louis.  Make sure you're there.  We have lot's to
talk about."

   I was restless, on edge and horny as the day crawled towards six.  I
left my spacious uptown apartment and rode a cab downtown to Georgina's
where I arrived before six.  Nervously, I rang the bell and waited.  No
answer and no sound inside so I sat on the step and waited.

   At about seven, I heard footsteps on the stairs and Georgina appeared.
She was breathtaking.  A silken peach blouse, a white pleated skirt that
swirled around her thighs.  White hose and shoes completed the picture.

   Without a word of apology for being late, she brushed past me and opened
the door to her apartment, leaving a tantalising perfume trail behind her.
I scrambled after her, shutting the door behind me and I started to say
something but she just pointed to her bedroom as she sat down in her chair.
"I'll wait for you here, darling," she said and my cock became alive.

   I knew what I had to do and quickly stripped my clothes from my
trembling body.  Blushing madly, I slowly walked into the other room with
my cock rock hard to where Georgina regally sat in her chair.  Her legs
were crossed, exposing her wonderful thighs as she coolly watched me
hesitate.  I knelt in front of her and she smiled.  "Yes, Louis?" she said.

   "Please," I stumbled.  "Please let me jerk off." She studied me as I
sweated and trembled in front of her.  Suddenly, she uncrossed her legs,
leaving them slightly apart.

   "Aren't you interested in my panties, Louis?" she teased.

   "Yes," I moaned and she shook her head slightly, a cross look on her
full lips.  I knew my mistake immediately.  "Please may I see your pretty
panties?"

   She smiled and her legs moved apart a little more as I strained to see
up the folds of her skirt.  With a sudden movement, she moved and stood
behind me.  "Hands behind your back, darling.  I'm not ready to watch you
play with yourself."

   Dumbly, I held my hands behind my back and felt her click something
around my wrists.  As she sat down in her chair once again, legs slightly
apart and a small cold smile on her face, the humiliation hit me like a
huge wave.  I was naked, handcuffed, kneeling in front of this beautiful
clothed woman and on the edge of spurting over her gorgeous legs.

   It was wonderful and I gave myself over to the feeling.  The smile on
her face told me she knew she had total control over me.

   She rested her hands on her thighs and slowly slid her skirt up a few
inches.  "Would you like to see my panties, darling?' she whispered and I
nodded.  The skirt slid over the white nylon for a moment, revealing the
tops of her white stockings and she stopped.  "Ask." Her soft voice went
through me like electricity and I stared at those wonderful stocking tops
and white garters.  Georgina studied me through heavy lidded eyes, her legs
moving more apart.  "Ask," she repeated.

   "Please," I croaked.  " Can I see your panties?"

   "I don't know if you can be trusted, Louis," she whispered.

   "I can," I cried.  "Please," I begged in desperation, "please can I see
your pretty panties?"

   "Crawl closer, Louis," she said and I did, staring down at her crotch
covered by the white pleats of her skirt and concealing a treasure I longed
to see.  Slowly, she inched the skirt up until it was bunched around her
waist, revealing a white lace panty framed by white garter belt and white
sheer stockings.  My cock jumped and surged.  Her legs moved further apart
and I stared, hypnotised by the beauty of black pubic hairs peeking through
white lace.

   "Do you like my white panties, Louis?"

   "I love you pretty white panties, Georgina," I moaned.

   "Louis," she pouted, legs moving even further apart.  "I'm allowing you
to see my panties.  Please show me some respect."

   "Yes," I gasped.  "Yes."

   "Please call me Miss Georgina," she purred.

   "Miss Georgina," I cried.  "I love your pretty white panties!" Another
line had been crossed.

   "Would you like to kiss my panties, Louis?"

   "Please, Miss Georgina," I moaned, trembling on the verge, "please let
me kiss your panties."

   "Come here, Louis," she whispered and I scrambled between her opening
legs, hypnotised by the panty covered pussy.  "Kiss the top of my
stockings," she directed and I gently kissed the white band of nylon, her
flesh next to my nose and her panties just inches away.  Her musky smell
washed over me and I could see her panties were becoming wetter by the
second.

   I no longer needed prompting.  "Please, Miss Georgina, " I begged,
lifting my head, " Please let kiss your panties." She sighed, her legs
moved open and I kissed the lovely lace that covered her pussy.  I sat back
waiting for her signal and she suddenly stood, pulled her panties down and
sat down again, kicking the panties away.  Georgina was breathing heavily
as she pulled her skirt up again and exposed her pussy.

   Again, I needed no prompting.  "Please Miss Georgina, can I kiss your
pretty pussy?" I was desperate, her wet pinkness beckoned me and I no
longer cared about my dignity or position.  She gave a slight nod and I
leaned my face into her wetness, her thighs closing around my ears and
white stockings resting on my shoulders.

   I was lost in her heaven as I licked, kissed and used my tongue to
elicit wonderful moans and sighs.  Her legs tightened around me and I
realised I was totally at her mercy but I didn't care as I sucked, licked
and swallowed her sweet juices.

   Finally, after her loudest exclamation of pleasure, she pushed me away.
I continued to kneel, face covered in her moisture with my cock throbbing
and twitching madly.  With a flourish, she picked up her panties and gently
wiped her pussy as I stared, desperate for relief.

   She pouted.  "Louis, you haven't thanked me."

   "Miss Georgina, thank you for letting me kiss your beautiful pussy!"

   "Beautiful, Louis?" she said as she idly wiped herself with the little
ball of white lace, "you love my pussy?" I nodded widely, entranced by the
wanton sight in front of me as she displayed her glistening pink folds
framed by the wonderful dark hair.  "As much as you love these?" she asked,
unfolding the panties and holding them up.  I stuttered and she smiled
again.  "I don't think you can make a choice, can you Louis?"

   "No," I murmured, "I love them both."

   She pulled her skirt down, leaned forward and dangled the panties in
front of me.  "Do you want these?"

   "Please, Miss Georgina," I croaked.

   "What, Louis?" she cooed.

   "Please can I jerk off into your pretty panties?"

   "Do you deserve them, Louis?  You didn't thank me straight away, did
you?"

   "I'm sorry, Miss Georgina," I whined, desperate with need.

   "No," she said, suddenly standing up, "you were a little naughty then,
weren't you?"

   "Yes," I admitted, head hanging with disappointment.

   "Louis, " she said suddenly, looking down at me, "would you like me to
move in with you?  To share that big apartment of yours?"

   I jerked my head up.  "Yes," I said, excitedly.

   "Well, ask then," she purred.

   "Please Miss Georgina, move into my apartment."

   She smiled and started walking to her bedroom, stoping at the door to
look back at me.  "Come on, Louis," she commanded.  I started to struggle
to my feet when her sharp voice stopped me.  "Crawl to me, darling," she
ordered.  "I love to see your cock move around helplessly."

   I crawled in a clumsy fashion across the carpet, hands still handcuffed
behind me and found her standing in front the chest of drawers, rummaging
in her panty drawer.  "Look at these, darling," she said holding up a pair
of pink satin panties that were slightly larger than her other pairs. 
"They have little satin bows down the front and lace around the edges.  Do
you think they're pretty?"

   "Please, Miss Georgina," I started to beg.

   "Louis, " she interrupted.  "Would you like to wear these pretty
panties?"

   I gulped, stunned, excited and trembling with desire.  "Please, Miss
Georgina, please let me wear your pretty panties."

   She giggled.  "Stand up," she said and giggled again as I struggled to
my feet with my cock bobbing around.  Slowly, she pulled the panties up my
legs and over my straining cock.

   As she snapped the panties around my waist, my cock pulsed wildly as the
satin closed around it with a gentle caress and she giggled slightly. 
"Louis, you look gorgeous in your pretty panties.  I think the pretty satin
and lace has made your cock grow even harder.  Thank me, darling?"

   I knelt in front of her without prompting, feeling deliciously
humiliated in my pink panties.  "Thank you Miss Georgina for letting me
wear your panties."

   She closed the drawer and sat on the edge of the bed and I turned on my
knees to face her, her perfume washing over me as I wondered how I was
going to get relief.  I was desperate that she would let me cum and not
punish me by making me wait until tomorrow.

   "Louis," she said, dangling her white panties in her hand, legs in white
pressed together now.  "I want you to get your apartment cleaned and ready
for me tomorrow.  Obviously, I'll have the large bedroom so make sure
you've moved all your clothes out by tomorrow evening."

   She laughed when she saw my shocked face.  "Louis, I have to have the
extra room to store my clothes, especially my panties," she said, dangling
the white panties in front of me and my cock slid around in the pink satin,
leaving a growing wet spot in the lace bows.  "You'll help me move tomorrow
night."

   She leaned forward.  "You do want me to move in with you, don't you?"
she whispered, full red lips maddeningly close.

   "Yes," I moaned.

   "Sure?"

   "Yes, Please move in with me."

   She smiled and glanced down at my straining cock.  "Do you want to ask
me about that?"

   "Please Miss Georgina, " I croaked, "Please can I jerk off into your
pretty panties?"

   She moved her face closer and breathed in my ear.  "No."

   I felt like crying.  "Please, please," I begged.  "Please let me."

   Georgina sat back a little.  "Why?" she said coldly.

   "I need to cum!  Please, I need to!" I begged, cock desperately
straining against the pink satin and lace of the panties I was wearing.

   "Ask me properly, then."

   "Please Miss Georgina, please let me cum.  I'll do anything," I added in
desperation and I knew another line had been crossed.

   "All right, darling, I'll let you cum but I'm not going to let you jerk
off.  We'll save that, Louis, for another time." She leaned closer, so
closer I could have licked her lips with my tongue.

   Slowly, she caressed my nipple with the white lace panties.  "Darling,
I'm going to let you come in your pink satin panties." I groaned, trembling
on the edge.  "Don't shut your eyes," she said sharply.  "I want you to see
me.  I can see you with your pink satin and lace panties stretched tight,
showing off your cock.  You remember these, darling?" she asked holding the
white panties in front of my face and I nodded wildly, memories of her
pussy flashing before me.

   "I'm going to let you smell and taste them.  You'll love that, won't
you?" she whispered and I nodded again.  "Here, darling, smell them.  Taste
them, suck them." I sucked the panties into my mouth relishing the taste of
her juices and the musky aroma washing over me.  "Come for me, darling. 
Show me how much you like me to watch you in your panties, your beautiful
pink girlish panties."

   I couldn't last any longer with the silken touch of the panties
caressing my pulsing cock and I erupted with a guttural moan as I pumped a
load of cum into the panties, my face screwed with the agony of pleasure.

   I came back to earth, still kneeling and my panties sodden with my cum.
She leaned forward and brushed my hair from my eyes as I gasped for breath.

   Quickly, I remembered.  "Thank you, Miss Georgina for letting me cum."

   A smile brightened her beautiful face and then clouded.  "That's nice,
darling but you still forgot before, didn't you?"

   I was miserable.  "Yes, I'm sorry."

   "I know you are but I must punish you.  Ask me, darling."

   "Miss Georgina, please punish me." Please, I silently prayed, don't stop
me from cuming tomorrow.

   "Darling, I want you to wear those wet and sticky panties home under
your jeans." I almost sighed in relief and smiled gratefully at her. 
"Don't forget to wash them, darling.  Along with these," she said, dropping
the white panties into my sodden lap.  "They'll dry overnight and I want
you wear the pink panties all day tomorrow, darling.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes Miss Georgina." " And no jerking off without my permission!"

   "I promise, Miss Georgina."

   Perhaps another line had been crossed as I was grateful she had decided
to punish me by making me wear wet panties home under my clothes.  I
realised I would do anything to keep her in my life.

   She was right, the pink panties were dry the next morning so, after my
shower, I put them on and was instantly hard.  I knew I couldn't jerk off
so I expended my energy on moving my clothes and other items out of my (now
her) room into the second, smaller bedroom.  Basically, I really didn't
mind as I was excited about Georgina and her wicked ways moving in with me.
I knew I was going to cross more of those invisible lines but, not only did
I not care, I wanted to!

   God, I was hard.  And those panties didn't help with their silken
smoothness and softness that reminded me with every step what I was
wearing. I have no doubt that Georgina knew the effect the panties would
have on me, in fact, she probably planned it that way.

   I rushed over to her apartment long before I was supposed to and waited
on the step.  Hours later she came home and, with minimal instructions, I
carried her heavy suitcases to a cab and we were soon at my (our)
apartment.

   I dragged the suitcase into her room and waited as she glanced around.
"Are you wearing your panties, Louis?" she asked absently.

   "Yes Miss Georgina," I replied, my cock immediately hard.

   "How can I see?" I quickly dropped my jeans around my ankles and pulled
up my T-shirt.  She smiled when she saw my cock outlined in the pink satin.
"Very nice and very pretty.  Now," she said turning back to the room and
pointing to one of the cases.  "I want you to unpack that one and place the
clothes on the hangers in those robes." I bent down to pull my jeans up. 
"No," she commanded.  "You'll be much more comfortable in just your
panties." I pulled the clothes off and started to work.

   And work I did.  I unpacked all the clothes in the cases while she
relaxed in a bath.  As I unpacked her lingerie, my cock grew even harder
and I had pictures of her lying naked in the bathtub.  Finally, I finished
just as Georgina emerged from the bathroom, clad in a long white robe, her
hair wrapped in towel.

   She smiled when she saw the work I had done and I felt pleased "Good
boy," she said and I blushed.  "You deserve a reward." She unwrapped her
hair and started towelling it dry.  "Your handcuffs are in my handbag.  Get
them".  I trotted off to find them, cock throbbing in its satin prison,
found my handcuffs and returned, holding them out to her.  "Put them on,"
she commanded and I clicked them around one wrist and waited for her
direction.

   "Hands behind your back." And I felt a thrill as she moved behind me and
clicked my hands together.  "You've worked so hard," she said, "so I'm
going to let you watch me get dressed." She stood in front of me and
smiled. "Unless," she said with a sly look at my straining penis in its
pink panties," you don't want to?"

   I immediately fell to my knees.  "Please, Miss Georgina, please let me
watch." She smiled at me and rummaged through her underwear drawer.  "Do
you like these, Louis?" she asked, holding up a pair of cherry red wispy
panties.  My cock throbbed as she displayed them.  "No," she said, before I
could utter anything, discarding them back to the drawer, "Not what I had
in mind."

   Georgina opened a small bag I had not been instructed to unpack and
removed a brown paper parcel which she placed on the bed as she sat on the
edge, legs together.

   She rummaged in the bag.  "Move closer, darling," she said and I crawled
until I was kneeling directly in front of her.  The hem of the robe covered
her legs but it was so tantalising as I guessed, no hoped, she was naked
under it.  Suddenly, she produced a dog collar and calmly buckled it around
my throat.  "There," she said, smiling at me for a moment and the, her face
changed.  "Would you like to look at me?"

   "Please, Miss Georgina," I begged, "Can I look at you?"

   "You know, Louis," she said sharply, "Your begging can become tiresome."
Again, she rummaged in the bag.  "Open your mouth, Louis and shut your
eyes." I did and a round plastic object was pushed into my mouth.  I
struggled for a moment but she was relentless and I felt the ball gag being
buckled into place.  I opened my eyes to her smiling face and tried to
protest but I couldn't make a sound.

   Georgina stood up, flicked her robe off and, naked, slowly turned in
front of me.  "Do you like this, Louis?" she asked softly and I nodded
frantically.  She was magnificent, large beautiful white breasts and
delicate pussy.  I looked down at my cock and saw a wet patch on the front
of my panties and I knew I was on the edge of cumming as my cock was
caressed by the satin.

   Georgina must have sensed it.  "Stand up," she commanded and I struggled
to my feet.  Quickly, stripped my panties to my knees, leaving my cock
exposed and obscenely swollen.  The panties fell away and she motioned for
me to kick them away.  As I did so, I watched her walk to her drawers. 
"Kneel," she said without turning and I did.

   I watched her slip a white bra on and marvelled at her breasts as she
did so.  She gave me a sly look, opened a packet of white pantyhose and
flicked them open.  "No panties today, Louis," she smiled and I watched as
she slid the pantyhose on.  The hose was sheer to waist and her pussy hair
was plainly visible.

   Sitting on the bed again, with her legs apart, she gripped the gag
harness and pulled my face to her crotch.  "It's a pity you've got that in
your mouth, isn't it, Louis?  You could kiss my pussy.  Would you like to
do that?" I desperately tried to make a sound but was unsuccessful.

   My nose was a few inches from her nylon covered pussy and I could smell
her musky perfume as she became excited.  "Like a taste?" she mocked and I
nodded frantically.  The humiliation of my position washed over me with a
delicious tingle that went straight to my bobbing cock.  "Not now, Louis,"
she said, pushing me away so I fell on my back.

   Georgina stood, giggling as she saw me struggling to right myself with
my cock jutting upwards.  As I regained my kneeling position she slipped on
a white T-shirt that displayed the outlines of her breasts and a short
white skirt.

   Laughing, she stood in front of me and raised the hem of her skirt for a
moment to display her black pubic hairs flattened by the sheer white nylon,
her fingers caressing herself through the nylon.  She dropped the hem of
the skirt and, from that brown bag, she retrieved a dog lead, snapped it to
my collar and jerked it upwards.  "Up, little puppy," she said.

   I had hardly enough time to get to my feet before she lead me into the
main room and near the front door which she leaned against, looking back at
me.

   "I could take you outside, Louis.  Take a walk down the hall.  Show you
to our neighbours.  Would you like that?"

   I was horrified but at the same time, excited by the thought of being
displayed and out of control.  "Do you think your neighbours would like to
see you like this?" She smiled and gestured at my hard cock.  I shook my
head, trying to make a noise.  "I haven't met the neighbours yet.  This
could be a good way to get their attention.  Or, I could take you outside
and leave you.  Would you like that instead " I desperately tried to say no
and she watched me in wry amusement.  "I think you would," she said, hand
resting on the doorknob.  "I think you would like me to throw you outside."

   I shook my head, gurgling behind the gag.  "Beg me," she said calmly and
I dropped to my knees.  "Please me," she said and raised her hem again to
show me her black pubic hairs flattened by the sheer white nylon.  I tried
but it was impossible with the gag.  "Use your nose," she demanded and I
did, pushing myself into the wet nylon, trying to please her, her swampy
smell overwhelming me with her excitement.

   A firm tug on the leash stopped me.  "Useless," she said coldly.  "Up."
Following the tug on the leash, I unsteadily stood and, then, followed her
into my room.  "On the bed," she ordered and I laid on the bed while she
clicked the dog lead around the bed-head.  Georgina left the room for a
moment and returned with some leather cuffs and chain which she used to
bind my feet to the foot of the bed.

   It was uncomfortable, spreadeagled like that because of my hands cuffed
behind my back but I managed to shift slightly on my side and be a little
comfortable.

   Georgina leaned against the wall and looked down at me.  "Louis," she
said softly, "You look so helpless." I watched, panting behind my gag as
she lifted the hem of her skirt and used the fingers of her other hand to
rub her pussy through the nylon.  I was in exquisite torment.  Suddenly,
she stopped, dropped her skirt into place and ran her fingers through her
hair.

   I was sure she didn't cum but she was still obviously aroused as her
hard nipples were clearly visible through her bra and T-shirt.

   Georgina sat next to me.  "I have a visitor arriving soon, darling," she
said.  "His name is Tom and he brings me little gifts." I was stunned, my
eyes widening in shock and she giggled.  "Yes, darling.  Things like
lingerie, perfume.  Little things.  He's a salesman who visits the store.
When he's in town he brings me a little something.  And I give him
something in return," she whispered, moving closely so her lips were close
to my ear.

   "I give him a nice, slow hand-job." She circled her fingers and made a
jerking motion slowly through the air.  She stood up suddenly and, smiling,
looked down at me.  "And you can listen, Louis and wish it was you."

   With that she walked to the door.  "Keep silent Louis.  It would be
embarrassing for you if Tom saw you like that." Georgina switched the light
off and left the room, leaving the door slightly ajar.

   I lay in the dark in sweet anguish, wondering if she had been telling me
the truth.  I couldn't move and my cock remained hard for sometime. 
Finally, the front door buzzer sounded and I heard Georgina walk to the
door.  I could hear everything clearly.

   "Tom, you darling.  Good to see you."

   "And you, as gorgeous as always."

   "Come in." I heard the sound of the door close.

   A low whistle.  "Nice place.  Moving up in the world?"

   Small laugh.  "Could say that.  I share it with a friend." "Do I know
her?" I tingled at that.

   "No, I went to school with her.  Her name is Louise."

   "Is she here?"

   "Not at the moment." Another small laugh.

   "Ooh, so we're alone?"

   "Tom!" More laughter.  "Don't do that.  You know we have an agreement."

   "I know." Sighing.  "Can't blame me for trying." Images of a man pushing
his hand up her short skirt pushed my cock into overdrive.

   "Coffee?"

   "Sure."

   I heard the small talk continue and coffee made.  I guessed they were
seated on the sofa, not far from my bedroom door.  There was the noise of
unwrapping paper and Georgina's voice.  "Oh Tom, this is wonderful?"

   "You like it?"

   "I do.  Thank you darling." The sound of a kiss.

   "You know," Tom began slowly but Georgina interrupted.

   "Don't start darling.  I don't have room in my life for complications.
If things were different but, they're not.  All right?"

   A pause.  "Yeah, OK." A change in tone.  "When's your girlfriend
returning?"

   "Louise?" My cock stiffened even more.  "Not for a while.  She's tied up
until nine thirty or so."

   "Well, then?"

   A giggle.  "You have something else for me?"

   The sound of a zipper.  "How about this."

   "Nice.  Take them off.  I'll be back in a moment." She walked in the
door, switching the light on as she entered and standing beside the bed. 
She smiled down at me and made a jerking off motion in front of her pussy.
I was totally under her control and I had no idea what she planned next. 
It excited me.  She leaned down and whispered softly in my ear.  "Listen
closely, Louise!" she said.  "Listen while my hand slides up and down his
cock.  "

   Just as suddenly as she entered, she left and I was again plunged into
the half darkness.  The door was open slightly more than before and, like
before, I could hear everything.

   "Ooooh," I heard her say.  "It's so big.  I'll give it a little kiss." I
heard him moan and I wished I could as well.  "Do you like this?" I heard
her ask and he must have nodded his head.  I visualised her hand sliding up
and down his fat cock.  "Should I stop?" she teased.

   "No," I heard his strangled voice.  "Oh my God!"

   "Not God, darling," she giggled, "just little old me.  I might have a
rest for a while?"

   "No, don't!"

   "Oh?" "Don't tease me, Georgina.  I've been on the road for three
weeks!"

   "I won't darling," she soothed.  "I like the sight of my hand playing
with your cock." Ragged breathing for a few moments and slippery sounds. 
My cock throbbed painfully.

   "Oh," I heard him moan and then cry out.  "Don't stop. 
Don't.....ooohhh!" Movement and rustling on the sofa, then silence.

   "I'll get you a towel," she said.  Rustle of clothing.  "Nice?" she
asked.

   "Mmm.  Do you like my present?"

   "Lovely.  And sexy."

   "Any chance of seeing you in it?"

   "Now, Tom...."

   "I know, I know.  Complications."

   "I'll show them to Louise.  She'll get very jealous."

   "I'd better go.  She might arrive soon and I wouldn't want her to start
asking annoying questions."

   "Don't worry, darling.  Louise knows how to keep silent." I thought I
heard a muffled giggle and the front door opened.  "'Bye, Darling."

   "See you next time?" he asked.

   "Phone me at the store first."

   The door closed and the door to my bedroom burst open, light switched
on. Georgina lifted her skirt and crouched over my face, the wet nylon
pressing against the ball gag and my nose.  She was soaking wet and her
musky perfume swept over me like a sensual cloud.  Moaning, she rubbed
against me, holding my head still with her thighs.  I couldn't move as she
used me to masturbate against.  Her breathing was hot and heavy and she
suddenly stiffened and moaned, her whole body trembling.

   Finally, she moved off me and stood next to the bed, her breathing
easing.  With a quick movement, she removed her T-Shirt and skirt, standing
there in the white lace bra and sheer white pantyhose.  My cock was still
stiff and she smiled at me as she unshackled my feet.  A quick tug of the
leash and I was standing in front of her.

   "Down," she commanded and I knelt before her.  "Do you want to cum?" I
nodded frantically, desperate.  "Do you like my sexy legs?" I struggled to
make a sound but couldn't.  "Be a little puppy, Louis and hump my legs. 
Rub your cock against my pantyhose.  It's all you deserve, so do it!"
Insistent pulling on the leash moved me closer and my cock rubbed between
her calves.

   She closed her legs together, lightly embracing my cock in the white
nylon covered legs.  "Come on, little puppy," she breathed.  "Hump my leg."
Totally embarrassed and humiliated, I started pumping my cock between her
legs.  I had been aroused for so long I knew it would not take long.

   "Look up at me, puppy," she said, pulling my ball gag.  I looked up past
her sodden crotch with the black hairs sticking to the nylon, past her
large breasts rising and falling in the white lace, to her smiling face as
she looked down at me, her little puppy.

   A quick flash of reason flickered inside my fuddled mind.  Here I was,
naked, bound and gagged, humping the legs of a beautiful woman who, a few
moments before, had given a man a perfect hand-job while I listened, a
hand-job I knew I would probably never get.

   The urge to cum swept over me and I humped and humped.  Finally, I
spurted and spurted against her legs while she giggled.  As my head hung,
trying to regain my breath, I felt her fingers releasing my gag.

   My jaws ached and I flexed them uncertainly before I could speak in my
cracked and strained voice.  "Thank you for letting me cum, Miss Georgina."

   She smiled and held my face against the wet nylon of her pantyhose
covered pussy.

   I approached the next day with caution.  What else could I do?  I must
admit that I did sleep late and when I did venture from my room, Georgina
had all ready left for the store.

   I spent the day in a hot and uneven quandary.  She had escalated her
control over me and I liked it, no, enjoyed it.  With care, I prepared the
evening meal and waited for her return.  Nervously, I watched her sweep
into the room, dressed in a red skirt and jacket, white blouse and black
stockings.

   Georgina smiled when she saw the set table and the light meal I had
prepared.  "Why, Louis," she said.  "How sweet." I blushed with pleasure as
she sat.  When the meal was completed, I cleared the table while she
relaxed on the sofa and I brought her coffee.  I then retreated to my room
where, with heart pounding, I removed my clothing.  Heart pounding, cock
throbbing, I moved into the other room and knelt in front of her.

   "Miss Georgina, please let me jerk off," I asked softly.

   She smiled at me, that beautiful smile, and slowly uncrossed her legs,
the skirt riding up to show me her wonderful thighs clad in the sheer black
stockings.

   "Why, Louis," she said smoothly, " you seem to be in a constant state of
excitement these days." She pointed down at me.  "Legs further apart,
darling," she instructed.  "I want to see all of you, especially your
balls."

   Calmly, she raised her skirt until her black lace panties were revealed,
framed by her black garter belt and white thighs.  I stared at them, my
cock pounding with excitement.

   "Would you like to kiss these?"

   "Please, Miss Georgina, can I kiss your panties?"

   "Hands behind your back, Louis," she snapped and I quickly complied.

   Languidly, she lowered her skirt and stood in front of me.  I could feel
her looking down at me but I kept my head lowered, staring at her legs in
sheer black nylon.  "Will you do what I ask, Louis?" she said softly and I
nodded quickly.

   "Miss Georgina, yes.  I'll do anything?" My cock pulsed with the
humiliation of it all.

   "Anything?" I nodded again and she smiled at me.  "Kiss my shoes,
darling," she purred.  "Both of them." I leaned forward in total
subordination and gently kissed the shiny black leather of her shoes.  She
smiled and I felt as if I had given myself to her.  "Now, lick them," she
ordered and, again, I leaned forward and cleaned her shoes with a trembling
tongue.

   "You're cock is so hard, Louis.  I think you love this," she said and I
blushed as I finished licking.  "I didn't tell you to stop," she said
sharply and I hurriedly returned to licking her shoes.  "You can stop now,"
she said softly and I rocked back on my heels, hands still held behind my
back and my cock jutting sharply from my crotch.

   "I love controlling you, Louis.  You're so eager you make my panties
wet. Do you like me controlling you?"

   "Yes, Miss Georgia," I croaked.

   There was a rustle of clothing as she raised the hem of her skirt until
I was staring at her black lace panties.  "Do you want more?"

   "Yes, Miss Georgina," I panted.

   "Do you want to kiss my panties?"

   "Please, Miss Georgina," I pleaded.

   "My wet panties?  Do you want to kiss my wet panties?"

   "Please, Miss Georgina.  Please let me kiss your wet panties!"

   "Move closer, Louis," she purred and I moved my face just inches from
her panties.  "Do you want to be my slave, darling?  "she said softly and
my cock jerked at the sound of the word.

   "Yes.  Yes.  Please!" I panted.

   "Kiss my panties, slave," she commanded and I pushed my mouth to her
sweet crotch, her special perfume rolling over and around me as my cock
trembled.  Her gentle fingers ran through my hair and she pulled me back.
"Slave," she said softly, testing the word and I tingled.  "Say it."

   "Slave," I echoed and her fingers tightened in my hair.

   "No.  Tell me what you are."

   "I am your slave, Miss Georgina."

   "Mistress!" she corrected.

   "I am your slave, Mistress," I whispered, crossing the final line.

   "It is always your choice, slave," she said.  "You can always stop." She
dropped her skirt.  "Do you want to stop, slave?"

   "No, Mistress," I answered desperately.

   "I will have total obedience, slave.  Total!  I will control you,
humiliate you, degrade you and use you." She smiled mockingly.  "And you
will love it, won't you, slave?" she demanded.

   "Yes Mistress," I moaned, body trembling.

   She turned and sat down on the couch.  "You will find a package on my
bed, slave.  You will put the collar and leash on as well as the ball-gag.
Tightly, slave, so you can't make a sound.  Understand?"

   She was actually going to make me put it on!  And she knew I would
willingly do it.  "Yes, Mistress, "I said and crawled away to her room.

   After placing the collar around my throat, I studied my face in the
mirror to see if I had altered in some discernible way.  Was this a new
Louis?  What was I becoming?  A few months ago, I would never have dreamed
this was possible, that I would willingly abase myself to another person.

   Slowly, I slipped the ball-gag into my mouth, my cheeks filling as I
pulled it tight and buckled it closed.  My cock swelled even more as I
stared into the mirror and a helpless, powerless slave gazed back.

   The leash rubbed against me as I crawled back to her, and knelt before
her feet.  She smiled down at me and produced a small metal article from
her handbag.  "This is your controller, slave." I stared at the small metal
tube and it's collection of small chains and rings.  "I pull your cock
through this tube and lock it in place around your balls and your legs."
She giggled.  "You have to sit down to piss, Louise!  And you'll experience
a little discomfort when you try to get hard.  But you will be controlled.
I know you'll love it." She smiled down at my throbbing cock.  "Of course,
you can't put it on now, can you?"

   Georgina stood, jerking the leash so I stood and followed her.  Without
hesitation she opened the balcony door and walked out to the open area that
was two floors about the street.  Even though it had a low wall around it,
taller buildings looked down from all sides and I shrank back against the
wall.

   She stopped and smiled.  "You're embarrassed?  Too bad, I choose to
display you." She sat down on the out-door chair and stared at me as I
hovered uncertainly.  Leaning back in the chair, she slowly slid her skirt
up so her sheer black stocking tops and the start of her garter belt was
revealed.  "Walk out here, slave, with your hands behind your back and
stand in front of me."

   Slowly, I walked into the open air, my skin feeling the slight breeze as
I tingled in delicious humiliation.  I stood trembling in front of her in
my gag and collar, totally exposed as she smiled up at me.  "Look," she
said softly, slowly sliding her skirt up to reveal her black panties.  "You
love this, don't you?" I nodded feebly.  "Kneel, slave.  Kneel in front of
your Mistress."

   I fell to my knees on the rough concrete.  "Do you want to cum, slave?"
I nodded feverishly.  "There are probably people looking out their windows
at you right now.  Do you still want to cum?" I nodded my head urgently and
she smiled.  "When you cum, slave, I will put your controller on.  I don't
know when I'll decide to take it off.  Do you want me to control you?" This
time, she didn't wait for my bobbing head and she laughed.  " Look at my
panties, slave and jerk off.  Now!"

   Totally exposed to anyone watching in the adjoining buildings, I
crouched behind the low wall and gripped my slippery, throbbing cock.  Her
panties swam in front of me as I tugged and within a few short pulls, I
erupted with a shuddering groan, milking myself of passion as I collapsed
on the concrete floor.

   I heard her laugh and felt her pull my arms behind me and lock them into
place with the handcuffs.  Where she got them from, I have no idea but she
is a well organised person.  She stepped over me and left me alone on the
balcony, curled up on the floor in my shame and humiliation.

   A little later, Georgina slipped my shrunken cock into its new tubular
prison and locked it and the small chains that circled each leg in place
with a small golden padlock.  The key was hung on a small gold chain around
her slender throat.  It felt strange and the slight pressure on my cock and
the metal ring circling my balls would always serve as a constant reminder
of my slavery.

   She walked into the apartment, pulling the leash so I followed behind
her.  Disdainfully, she left me alone for a few moments until she returned
and removed my gag, tossing it into a corner.

   Slowly, she pulled her panties down, elegantly kicking them in front of
me and sat back on the couch, legs spread so her wet pussy beckoned me with
its moist pinkness.  I felt the first pangs of pain as my cock vainly tried
to grow within its metal prison.

   "Lick, slave," she said, sinking back into the sofa with eyes half
closed in exquisite victory.

   That was my last sexual release for sometime.

   For the next few mornings I would arise, sit on the toilet, shower and
then, naked and controlled, prepare breakfast for my Mistress.  I would
prepare her clothes for the day on her direction, wash the soiled ones and
cook and clean while she was at the store.

   I would make her a drink on her return in the evening and then present
the meal I had prepared.  She ate in silence and I waited for her approval.
After I had cleaned the dishes and kitchen while she sipped a drink, I
would silently join her in the lounge room.  Sometimes, I silently wondered
why I so easily slipped into the role of slave.

   The first night after she had placed the controller on me, I had asked
permission to jerk off.  Georgina refused and instructed that I was not to
ask anymore.  It would be her decision and I would just have to wait. 
Georgina then ordered me to kneel and service her with my tongue.

   Slowly, I knelt and worked my lips up her stockings until, finally, my
trembling mouth caressed her panties.  The sexual pressure was building up
as was my torment.  She pulled her panties to one side, exposing her pussy
to my tongue.  My poor cock attempted to swell to erection and I felt the
tight pain of being controlled.  Georgina had smiled down at me when she
noticed my expression of pain.

   Now, kneeling silently next to her, I waited her instructions.  She
glanced at me over the rim of her glass.  "Are you still my slave, Louis?"
she asked slyly.

   I nodded.  "Yes, Mistress."

   "Do you enjoy being my slave?"

   "Yes, Mistress." I winced with the pain as my cock attempted to swell.

   Georgina smiled.  "You realise, Louis, you are a slave to all women." I
was stunned, my head jerking upward to stare at her dark eyes.  "All women,
slave," she said softly.  "If a woman commands you, you are to obey. 
Understand?"

   "Yes, Mistress," I whispered, my heart thudding and my cock in pain.

   "Without question, slave.  Instantly and without question.  Or you will
be punished."

   "Yes, Mistress."

   Georgina picked up a magazine while I waited hopefully, desperate for
the command that would take me down the road towards release.  She ignored
me for a few minutes and then spoke coldly.  "Lay out my blue suit for
tomorrow, slave.  Run my bath and after you've done my washing, you may go
to bed."

   I hung my head in disappointment.  "Yes, Mistress," I murmured, hoping
against hope she would change her mind and allow me to cum.  She didn't.

   The next morning I followed what was becoming my usual pattern.  After
Georgina left, I immersed myself in my chores, working through the
apartment naked and always on the edge of sexual excitement but, because of
the controller, not even getting close to fulfilment.  I was desperate and
even though I knew it would cause me pain, I buried my face once in her
soiled panties and enjoyed her special perfume.  My cock throbbed in its
metal tube.

   Mid-afternoon, the doorbell sounded.  In a panic, I rushed around for a
robe and opened the door, the chain holding it slightly open.  "Yes?" I
asked through the gap, peering into the hall.

   A tall blonde woman in a mustard business skirt and jacket stood in
front of the door, a large bag on the floor beside her.  "Yes?" I repeated.

   "Hello, Louis.  I'm Clarissa." Georgina's assistant!

   "Uh, Georgina isn't here," I said hesitantly through the gap.

   She laughed.  "I know that.  I've just come from the store."

   "She's not here," I repeated, starting to close the door.

   Clarissa was next to the door in an instant.  "Listen to me Louis," she
snapped.  "I know you are Georgina's slave!  I order you to open this door.
Now!" I was stunned and humiliated, and yet, Georgina's words echoed within
me.  "You know you have to obey me!" she hissed.  I was a slave to all
women, I had no choice but to obey!

   Slowly, I unchained the door, swung it open and Clarissa burst in.  The
door closed behind her and her eyes swept over me.  "Get rid of the robe,"
she snapped.  Sheepishly, I slipped out of the robe and draped it over the
chair.

   Clarissa smiled at the controller.  "On your knees, slave!" I knelt in
front of her, a delicious feeling sweeping over me as my cock struggled
against the metal controller.  How I longed to have it removed.  "Today,"
sheannounced, " is Georgina's birthday.  I'm going to give her a surprise
gift.  And you're going to help, aren't you slave."

   "Yes, Mistress," I said meekly, staring at the sheer black nylon
encasing her legs.

   "Follow me," she said, leading the way into Georgina's bedroom where she
threw her bag on the bed.  She removed her jacket, revealing a simple white
blouse and opened the bag.  Retrieving a smaller bag of items, she pointed
towards the bathroom.

   Quickly, she coated my body from my throat down from a large spray can,
paying particular care to my groin.  Soon, it was stinging and I started to
move from foot to foot.  "Stop it," she snapped.  It seemed like an
eternity until she ordered me into the shower.  "Spray it off," she ordered
and I lunged for the taps.  The water gushed over me removing the gel and,
to my horror, all my hair.  Soon, I was completely hairless with my
tingling pink flesh exposed, causing my cock to push against the metal.

   Clarissa held my chin and inspected me critically.  "Shave, then dry
yourself," and, with that, she turned on her heel and left the bathroom.

   I remerged later and she studied my face.  "You'll do," she announced.
"Here," she said, tossing me a white lace garter belt.  "Put that on. 
Quickly!" she snapped and I clumsily fastened the belt around my waist.  A
pair of white stockings with lace tops followed and Clarissa laughed as I
had trouble putting them on.

   I looked at my smooth legs in the white nylon and I suffered pain in my
groin.  Clarissa moved closer to me and tickled my testicles causing even
more pain.  "You know, slave, if Georgina is pleased with her present, she
just might remove this," she said, touching the metal tube of my
controller. "I bet you'd like that."

   "Yes, Mistress," I groaned.

   "Then, I don't want any trouble from you, understand?"

   "Yes Mistress."

   "Good.  Now turn around." Quickly, she fastened a white lace bra around
me.  I blushed as she filled the cups with some plastic like material and I
blushed again as I gazed down at my large life-like breasts, my tortured
cock throbbing in pain.

   Clarissa laughed when she turned me around to face her.  "My, what big
tits you have!" She fastened a flounced white lace petticoat around my
waist and slipped a black French maids outfit over my head.

   After zipping it up, she made me pirouette.  I felt humiliated as the
skirt of the maids dress just covered my groin, displaying my stocking
tops. I knew, if the controller was removed, my hard cock would be
constantly exposed.

   Clarissa giggled and produced a small padlock which she used to fasten
the top of the zipper on the outfit.  I couldn't remove the dress without
the key.  She beckoned and I followed her into the bedroom where I sat in a
chair while she started applying make-up to my face.

   It took a long time and my cock ached the entire time.  A blonde wig was
placed on my head after she had painted my lips with bright red lip-stick.
"There," she said, moving me towards the mirror.  "What do you think,
Louise!"

   I was stunned.  I knew I was never as masculine as other males but the
difference was made clearer to me.  A woman stared back at me from the
mirror, a sluttish woman with dark eyes, a blonde wig and bright red lips.

   "Don't say anything," she whispered.  "Go get your collar and
handcuffs." I did so and she fastened my wrists behind me with a click, the
change in posture forcing my breasts forward.  Slowly, she locked the
collar around my throat.  "Kneel," she ordered and I did so, looking up at
her as she admired me.  "Amazing," she said, almost to herself. 
"Absolutely amazing."

   There was a long moment of silence.  "I have to try those lips," she
whispered.  Clarissa unzipped her skirt and laid it carefully over the bed.
She was wearing sheer black pantyhose and, as far as I could tell, no
panties.  My punished cock ached.  Clarissa kicked her shoes off and pulled
the pantihose down.  I gaped in astonishment at her cleanly shaven pussy.
"You like this?" she smiled as she sat on the edge of the bed, legs wide,
shaven pussy pinkly gleaming.  "Lick, Louise," she commanded.  "Lick me
with those red lips."

   I moved closer and ran my tongue around her labia and she groaned.  Out
of the corner of my eye, I saw our images reflected in the wardrobe
mirrors, two woman enjoying sex with bondage.  A blond maid/slave was
giving her mistress pleasure.

   Clarissa moaned as my tongue probed deeper, her juices covering my face
and her fingers stroking my blond wig.  She pulled be back slightly and I
looked up at her, her shiny wet pussy inches from my face.  "Kiss me,
slut," she huskily said.  "Kiss me with your red lips." I closed my mouth,
pursed my lips and gently kissed her clitoris, the lipstick running into
her juices.

   Clarissa shook, moaned and pulled my face deeper into her cunt.  My
tongue kept up with her urgent thrusting as she moaned, heaved and came
with an exhilarating rush.

   Silently, I continued to gently wash her pussy with my tongue as she
slumped on the bed.  She sat up and cupped my chin with her hand, her wet
and shinning pussy inches from my lips.  "Louise," she murmured, "your
lipstick is smudged." Clarissa pushed me away and scooped her pantyhose up
on her way to the bathroom.  She returned in a short while, pantyhose on
and make-up corrected, looking the professional assistant once again.

   A quick motion of her hand and I followed her into the bathroom.  Once
again, I sat on the chair and stared at the sluttish woman, lipstick
smeared by pussy juice who stared back at me from the mirror.  Clarissa
corrected my make-up and led me into the lounge room where she motioned for
me to sit on the sofa.  From her bag, she produced two leather restraints
which she strapped around my ankles and clicked a short light chain between
them.

   With a flourish she produced a pair of high heel shoes and placed them
before me.  "Get up," she commanded , helping me to struggle to my feet. 
"Put them on."

   The shoes were difficult of put on but I managed, the chain limiting me
to short steps.  "Kneel," she commanded and I did so.

   Clarissa gathered her things and smiled down at me kneeling in the
middle of the floor.  "What a birthday gift," she breathed as she tied a
ribbon with a card around my neck...  "Georgie will be so pleased." With a
giggle she swept out the door, closing it behind her.

   I glanced in the mirror.  The slut in the reflection pouted her glossy
lips and my cock surged against the restraint.

   Trembling with anticipation, I waited for my Mistress and my new life.

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