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A CMoon Story

Do not read this story if under age.


DOMINANT SISTER-IN-LAW

The drawer slid open silently, and Tony breathed a sigh of relief, aware of the
 swift beating of his 38 year old heart.  He crouched over the opened drawer
 and his eyes widened at the sight, even as his nostrils flared as he breathed
 in the sweet smell.  His cock stirred in his pants; he tried to fight it,
 knowing his time was short. What could be worse, he thought, than being
 caught, with a raging erection, rifling through his sister-in-law's panty
 drawer? 
 
After taking another quick look around to make sure he was alone, he reached
 one tentative, slightly trembling hand into the treasure chest of her
 scanties.  Pair after pair of the sexiest garments imaginable, belonging to
 the sexiest woman he knew.  Mainly white or light pastel, though a few pairs
 in black, and another in red, caught his eyes.  Skimpy and seductive, these
 were not your cheap department store variety.  Designer labels adorned the
 panties, expensive underwear his wife's successful younger sister could well
 afford.

He withdrew a pair of ivory silk panties which could almost have qualified as a
 G-string.  They felt unbelievably soft in his hand, and he lovingly brought
 them to his nose, inhaling their aroma deeply into his nose and lungs.  His
 penis gave another twitch, reminding him of his highly aroused state.  He
 replaced the sniffed panties, and searched the drawer again with his eyes,
 spying a pair of pink French-knickers.  His fingers closed on them. 
 Reverentially, he withdrew the knickers, caressing their satiny fabric.  He
 stretched them out before him, trying to imagine them covering the fabulous
 body he yearned for so much.  Removing a hand, he unzipped his fly, and
 released his hardness, which was by now dripping from the tip.  He had long
 abandoned his effort to control himself.  

Tony slowly brought the knickers up to his face, sniffing the air, testing how
 close they had to be before he could catch her scent. It was only about three
 inches from the tip of his nose when the aroma of her pussy wafted to his
 nostrils. He smiled as he caught her scent and impulsively rubbed his nose on
 the crotch.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?!" 

Tony looked up, shocked and embarrassed to see his sister-in-law, Jenny Wright,
 standing at the door.  He had been caught!  His mind went numb. The only
 thought in his head was that he could offer no excuse.  Caught in her bedroom,
 her panties pressed to his nose, his erection naked and obvious.  If only the
 ground would open and swallow him up!  Even her lovely body, long legs splayed
 beneath her brief dress, failed to distract his attention from his plight. 

The French knickers he had been nuzzling fell gently from his fingers, but
 embarrassingly landed on top of his erection.  He moved to pull them away,
 acutely aware that his penis had jerked into further hardness at the feel of
 the slight caress, and was appalled that his pre-cum had already soaked into
 the fabric of her underwear.  She was furious, green eyes flashing her
 contempt.  Reaching down past his erection, she slammed the drawer closed; the
 atmosphere was tense, and she was clearly trying to hold her temper in check.
 The same hand that closed the drawer retrieved the knickers, while her other
 grabbed him by the ear and began to haul him to his feet.

"Jenny, I'm sorry.  I don't know what came over me..."

"Save it, pervert," she muttered, raising her hand and forcing her
 brother-in-law onto his toes.  Wearing her heels, she was a few inches taller
 than him.  "Wait until I tell Catherine about this!"

Tony wanted the floor to open up and swallow him.  

"Please, Jenny, please don't tell Catherine.  Things between us are bad enough
 as it is.  This will finish us."

"Too right it will, and no bad thing, either, you disgusting, filthy little
 pervert."

Tony cringed under her contempt.  

"Jenny...I'm so...so...."

"Save it, asshole."  She looked at him thoughtfully.  "Did you enjoy it?"

"Enjoy...what?"

"Did you enjoy sniffing my panties, you pathetic pervert?"

"I told you, I'm sorry about that..."

His sister in law took a deep breath.  "In about 30 seconds I'm going to start
 screaming at you, and then my sister and our friends will come running up here
 to see what's happening.  And I'll make sure everyone you know finds out about
 your sordid little habits.  Unless you start answering my questions.  Now, did
 you enjoy sniffing my panties?"

The sexy 26 year old stood before him, hands on hips, beautiful in her anger. 
 Expecting an answer.

"Er....."

She raised an elegant eyebrow and took a deep breath.

"Yes, Jenny."  A quiet, ashamed voice.

She fixed him under her steady, contemptuous gaze.  Had she not heard him?  Or
 was it not enough?

"Yes, Jenny." he spoke in a louder voice.  "I enjoyed your...panties.  And I
 can't tell you how ashamed....."

"Shut up, wanker."

For the first time, Tony began to feel angry himself.  He had been caught in an
 undeniably, embarrassingly compromising, position.  But this youngster
 couldn't talk to him like this.  Jenny saw his masculine pride beginning to
 assert itself, and moved to squash it.

"Do you deny what I saw, you pathetic piece of shit.  You sneaked into my
 bedroom, you were sniffing my panties and jerking-off.  While your wife - my
 sister - was downstairs!"

Tony's anger dissolved as quickly as it had arisen.  She was right, and he
 deserved her scorn.

"Now, listen to me.  I could ruin your life right now.  Professionally, you'd
 be a joke wherever you went.  Catherine would divorce you, and under the
 circumstances she'd get the house, the cars, everything.  In my opinion she'd
 be well rid of you.  Even your own family would shun you."

The enormity of his situation began to dawn on him.  She was right.  He was
 ruined.

"But there's an alternative.  You can accept your punishment from me.  If you
 ask me nicely. And I'll keep quiet about your disgusting behavior.

There was silence in the bedroom, broken only by sounds of the party
 downstairs.  She looked at him and he looked at her.  His mind spun, he tried
 to take in the implications, but was confused.  He recognized a lifeline when
 he saw it, though.

"Jenny, I'll be....I'll be happy to take whatever punishment you think
 fitting."

"I said, you have to ask me nicely, pervert.  And you don't deserve to call me
 Jenny.  From now on call me Jennifer.  In fact, make it Miss Jennifer in
 private."

Her words stung.  He had thought she liked him, respected him.  Obviously, her
 eyes had been opened.

"Please...Miss Jennifer...please will you punish me for my....disgusting
 behavior."

For the first time, she smiled, a beautiful, radiant smile that transformed her
 features.  Suddenly she was again the sex kitten he had so secretly lusted
 after.

"I'll be happy to, pervert.  But first, let me get what I came for."

She walked over to her dresser and picked up her camera.  Returning, she handed
 back her panties to him.

"Okay, this is your lucky day.  You get another sniff!  Make it good for the
 camera."

Tony was shocked.  "You can't expect me to..."

"I want proof before I let you away from here, panty lover.  Or would you
 rather I started screaming?"

He could see there was no arguing with her, no leverage he could bring to bear.
  Reluctantly he raised the panties back to his nose, watching her amusement at
 his discomfort, all too aware that his erection was as hard as ever.

"Turn around a little, panty-boy.  Give me a good view of that little cock of
 yours."  

**********

The next day he found himself back at his sister-in-law's house.  She had been
 insistent that he report to her at 1 pm, denying him his usual Saturday
 playing rugby, and afterwards getting drunk with his buddies and a local strip
 club.  He always looked forward to his Saturday's; to Tony booze and
 debauchery were a vital part of what being a real man was all about.  Making
 him miss his usual routine was a harsh punishment in itself, but he knew she
 had something else planned - something he was afraid would be worse than
 missing his rugby.

The rest of the party the previous evening had been difficult.  Not only had he
 been instructed to remain with his wife for the remainder of the evening,
 Jennifer had told him to make sure Catherine had everything she needed.  He
 was to fetch her drinks when required, laugh at her jokes, appear fascinated
 with her conversation - and not to interrupt her.  He was even instructed to
 light her cigarettes for her.  Worst of all, he had to do all this an not
 consume any alcohol - he was to drink only milk!  His wife had been surprised
 at his attentiveness, especially when he didn't complain about her smoking as
 he normally did.  She was also amazed to see him refusing alcohol, almost
 laughing out loud when she saw his drink of choice was milk.  Catherine did
 not notice her younger sister's close scrutiny of his conduct over the next
 few hours.

He rang her bell once and waited, as instructed.  He was sure that he'd be able
 to smooth things over, to apologize and go on his way.  He felt conspicuous as
 he was made to wait on her doorstep for several minutes, and his impatience
 and anger began to grow.  He also found himself wondering what his
 sister-in-law would be wearing.  Jennifer was a model much in demand -
 understandable, when you saw the amazing face and body she possessed.  His
 wife, Catherine, was a good looking, almost beautiful woman in her mid-30's,
 but Jennifer - she was drop-dead, out-of-this-world gorgeous.

When the door opened he was harshly ordered in, and found himself slightly
 disappointed.  Instead of the exotic outfits he'd been fantasizing about,
 Jenny wore a pair of tight denims, a close fitting sweater, and high heels. 
 Her blonde hair was pulled back in a casual pony-tail, and she wore no
 make-up.  His sister-in-law had obviously made no particular effort for him -
 in fact, she looked as if she'd only recently got out of bed.  With a smile
 she passed him a photograph.

"An excellent shot, don't you agree, Tony?  Even with my panties pressed to
 your nose it's obviously you!  And look how proud of your little hard-on you
 appear - you seem to be pushing it at me!"

The feelings of shame washed over him again, even more intense than the
 previous evening.  As she had counted on, he felt even more powerless than
 before. 

"Okay, Tony, here are the ground rules.  You speak only when I require an
 answer.  You do exactly as I say, without question.  I don't want any
 backchat, I don't want to have to repeat myself.  Anytime you think you've had
 enough you're free to leave - and I'll send out copies of this photograph to
 everyone you know!"

He was in a no-win situation.  He knew it and so did she.

"I want you to strip - and I mean completely strip.  Fold your clothes neatly
 on this chair.  Strap this collar around your neck, and wait here for me, on
 your hands and knees."  Without waiting for an answer Jenny turned on her heel
 and left him alone.

She kept him waiting for a quarter of an hour this time, a long 15 minutes in
 which he was acutely aware of how foolish he appeared, crouched in the middle
 of her hallway, naked and collared.  Oddly, his cock was again stiff with the
 humiliation of it all.  Jennifer was businesslike when she returned, smiling
 happily at his obedience as she knelt and clipped a leash onto his collar.

"Follow me, pervert.  On your hands and knees!"

He was led up to her bedroom again, entranced by her tight bottom, wiggling
 sexily before him but so out of reach.  When they reached her bedroom she sat
 at her dresser and pulled his head close.

"Now, listen boy.  I'm going to paint your lips with some of my lipstick, and I
 want you to watch carefully how it's done.  From now on, when you report for
 your punishment you will be wearing lipstick.  I want to see a different shade
 every time, and you're not to use Catherine's, I expect you to buy your own. 
 And you're to buy your lipstick at the same store each week, one only each
 time, and send the receipt to me as proof.  No extra purchases to try to hide
 the lipstick.  I expect to have received the receipt here each Friday, at the
 latest.  For your own sake, when I open my door you'd better be showing me
 sexy, glossy lips."

Luckily, Tony was so shocked that he was dumbstruck, and didn't upset her
 further by answering back.  As he knelt before his wife's sister he began to
 realize that he was in a situation that he really didn't like.  She applied
 the lipstick expertly, a glossy, bright red color that he had noticed her
 wearing once or twice.  It was her "sexy model" lip gloss, and she had usually
 teased him subtly when wearing it.

Despite the intense humiliation, Tony couldn't deny that he was extremely
 turned on.  It was a combination of her closeness, her perfume, his nakedness.
  Perhaps even the fact that she was applying lipstick to him, though he had
 never before felt such feelings of submission.  He tried to hide his erection
 from her beautiful eyes, which he stared at as they, in turn, were occupied by
 the task in hand.

"There, I think that'll do.  Have a look and tell me what you think, sissy."

Reluctantly, Tony crawled over to the mirror and, raising himself to his knees,
 gazed in dismay at his reflection.  It was him, but he now looked softer, more
 vulnerably feminine, and more ridiculous.  It was amazing how a little
 lipstick transformed him so much.  

"Do you like what you see, pervert?" Jennifer asked, pointedly.

"Er.....Yes, Miss Jennifer."

"Good answer, boy.  Now, I expect you to apply your own lipstick from now on. 
 God help you if you turn up for your punishment without it."

Tony wanted to argue that it would be impossible, people would see, he'd be a
 laughing stock.  But he'd begun to realize that he wasn't meant to argue, his
 views were irrelevant.

"Now, your punishment.  I'll bet you've been looking forward to this, pervert. 
 Follow me."

So saying, she again took a firm hand of his leash and led him back downstairs,
 and he felt a growing fear as she led him on down past the living room, down
 into an ominous looking basement.  It looked like it was rarely used, and only
 a few cardboard boxes and an old bicycle occupied the space.  Apart from the
 centerpiece, a large, sturdy armchair which stood proudly alone in the middle
 of the cold cellar.

"Right, up on your feet now, pervert.  I want you stretched over the chair,
 with your pathetic ass in the air."

Tony moved to obey, gradually realizing the intent.  As he stretched over his
 sister-in-law tightly fastened his ankles and wrists to the legs of the chair
 with scarves.  He began to feel true fear grip him, and anxiously ran his
 tongue over his lips, which only served to remind him he was wearing ladies
 lipstick.

"You didn't give me much time to prepare, I'm afraid, sissy-boy, and this is
 only a temporary arrangement.  I'm going to get some proper equipment
 installed, since you'll be a regular visitor."

He groaned quietly as, crouching before him, she secured his wrist, looking up
 into his face and smiling.  He was totally in her power now, bound tightly in
 what he guessed was a sound-proofed room.  She could leave him here to rot if
 she wished.

"This is your punishment position.  I'll probably send you down here after I
 inspect your pretty lipstick upstairs, panty-sniffer.  I'll get handcuffs or
 something, you should be able to secure yourself and save me the bother. 
 Understand?"

"Yes, Miss Jennifer."

"Good boy."  She stood up, leaving Tony's head bare inches from the floor.  He
 gazed for a moment at her lovely feet, encased in high heels that looked quite
 cruel and fearsome when seen from his position.  He listened to those heels
 click on the concrete floor as she walked around behind him, and he again felt
 intense embarrassment as he imagined her examining his naked ass.  He jerked
 suddenly as she began to stroke his cheeks.

"Oh dear, my little pervert, you are tense, aren't you.  Can't wait for your
 punishment to begin?  Be patient, we'll get started when I feel like it.  You
 wait here for me."  He heard a soft chuckle, then listened to her footsteps as
 she walked away from him and up the stairs, where she turned out the light,
 leaving him in pitch darkness.

He wanted to shout out after her, to voice his outrage, to tell her to get it
 over with.  He kept quiet, though, already intimidated into accepting her
 will.  He thought of his buddies, free from their wives and girlfriends for
 the day, getting ready to play hard, competitive rugby in the mud and grass. 
 Looking forward to a day of freedom, and night of lechery and comradeship. 
 And here he was, strapped naked in his sister-in-law's cellar, awaiting a
 beating.  He cursed.  Obviously, the quick half-hour punishment he had
 expected would last all afternoon.

As he lay in the dark, listening to the muffled noises from the rest of the
 house above, he reflected on what his sister-in-law had said.  She seemed to
 think that this would become a regular occurrence, his visits for punishment. 
 He had hoped that life would get back to normal after she'd vented her anger
 on him, but she seemed to be laying long-term plans.  And he knew that he was
 in no position to refuse.

The butterflies in his stomach had been given almost half an hour to exercise
 their fear before he heard the door open.  The light seemed blindingly bright
 after his sojourn in the dark, and the familiar sound of her high heels echoed
 through the basement as she descended towards him.  His fear of the coming
 ordeal grew stronger.

"Still here, pervert?" she laughed, and her feet and ankles came into his view.
  "You must be really keen to have me strap your sissy ass."

Stretching his neck, he managed to move his head to get a better view of the
 goddess above him.  Her eyes seemed to sparkle her excitement, her luscious
 lips were parted in anticipation.  She had been looking forward to this
 moment, had been deliberately playing it out, but even she had been taken by
 surprise at the strength of her emotions.  She could feel desire stirring in
 her nipples and pussy - not desire for the piece of dirt bound before her, but
 excitement at the action she was about to take, at the power she was
 discovering inside her.  She had never liked her brother-in-law, and now she
 was really going to get her kicks by putting him firmly in his place.

Tony noticed the thick leather belt hanging from her slim hand, and she saw the
 expression in his face as, for the first time, he truly realized what was
 about to happen.  The delicious feeling in her pussy intensified.

"I'm afraid this is all I've got just now, panty-boy.  Hopefully, by the time
 of your next visit I'll have a wider selection of instruments, but until then
 this will do just as well."  She walked around behind him, and his anxiety
 gripped him even more firmly.

To his surprise, he felt her hand reach between his legs, and her slim fingers
 curled themselves around his still-stiff penis.  He gave a small gasp of pain
 as she roughly pulled it down between his opened thighs, where it was now
 clearly visible to her eyes behind him.

"My, you are looking forward to this, aren't you?  Is this is hard as it gets,
 pervert?"

She waited for an answer.  "Yes, Miss Jennifer."

She laughed.  "No wonder my sister is frustrated.  I think I should encourage
 her to find a real man to satisfy her, since you're just a panty-sniffing
 sissy.  And I have a sissy-ass at just the right height, and a sissy-cock in
 the proper position for punishment," he heard her conclude with satisfaction. 
 But still the ordeal didn't start, as he clenched and unclenched his
 ass-cheeks involuntarily.  What the hell was she waiting for?

WHAP!

The stroke of her belt took him by surprise, just as he'd relaxed his bottom. 
 The pain jolted through him, but as he opened his mouth to scream another
 stroke descended.

WHAP!

This time he did scream, a loud, desperate cry that echoed all around him.  A
 sound that was gratefully devoured by the woman behind him.

"Stop whining, sissy-boy.  If you're not man enough to take my punishment, you
 shouldn't sniff my panties."

WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!

The torment was indescribable, Tony felt his ass was on fire and he struggled
 frantically, but uselessly, with his bonds.  Jenny was merciless in her
 punishment, almost losing herself in the ecstasy of strapping her obnoxious,
 disgusting brother-in-law.  Her spare hand began to rub the outside of her
 denims, up and down her crotch.  Finally, she dropped the belt and gazed at
 her handiwork.  Tony's ass was now bright red, with a few darker weals showing
 that some colorful bruising would soon appear.

He lay, broken and sobbing, across the chair, and Jenny realized how close she
 had come to orgasm.  Swiftly, she left the punished man in the darkness once
 again as she went to her bedroom and stripped off her jeans and panties. 
 Reaching into a drawer she brought out her vibrator and, laying back on her
 bed, started to ease the powerful feelings that had been aroused.....

**********

It was impossible to tell how long he had waited after his punishment, how
 long, after his sobs had died down and his burning ass had turned into a dull,
 persistent ache.  Hours and hours, at least.  What had happened to Miss
 Jennifer?

The silence was eventually broken when the cellar door was opened, and he again
 heard her footsteps descending.  

"Getting tired of waiting, my little sissy?  I'm so sorry - I forgot all about
 you."  She laughed at the lie.  She had been unable to get the vision of his
 helpless, punished body out of her mind.

"Where...where were you, Miss Jennifer?" he asked with a croak.

"Oh, I was shopping with your wife," she replied gaily, bending to unfasten his
 limbs, "She thinks you're at the rugby, and expects you'll come home tonight
 blind drunk, as usual."  His legs were unfastened.  "Catherine told me she
 enjoyed last night, that it was a surprise to see you sober and well-mannered
 at a party for once."  His wrists were freed and he slowly sank to the floor,
 aware of the stiffness throughout his body.  Looking up, he noticed his
 tormentor looked fabulous.  She had apparently showered and changed her
 clothes after beating his ass, and his soft cock began to once again erect as,
 even through his discomfort, he admired his sister-in-law, standing above him.
  She had changed into a pair of leather trousers and high heeled black boots,
 a white blouse and dark jacket.  Her face was immaculately made up, and her
 long, blonde hair shimmered as it lay across her shoulders. 

"You know, sissy, she's fed up with you coming home drunk on Saturday nights
 and trying to make love to her.  Catherine can't remember the last time you
 gave her an orgasm, and I think that's disgraceful."

Weak and sore at her feet, Tony was shocked at what his sister-in-law was
 saying.  His wife had no right to talk about such things with another person -
 even her own sister.

"So tonight," continued Jenny, "She's in for a surprise.  You'll go straight
 home, and tell her how much you missed her.  When you go to bed I want you to
 go down on her - worship her pussy with your lips and tongue - no fingers! 
 Catherine tells me you have never done that.  You really are pathetic, aren't
 you, sissy-boy?  You sniff my panties, but won't lick your own wife out!  And
 you'd better do a good job and make sure she enjoys it, or you'll pay for it
 next Saturday!  Do you understand me?"

"Yes.  Yes, Miss Jennifer."

"Good.  Since you've been such a good sissy today, I've brought a treat for
 you.  Onto your hands and knees."

With a little difficulty, he shook off his aches and assumed the position.  As
 his sister-in-law approached she produced a pair of panties and waved them
 before his face.

"I took these off earlier today, and I know how much you enjoy sniffing my
 panties.  If you ask me really nicely, I'll let you smell these before you
 go."

He wanted to refuse, to stand up to this young woman who had tormented him so
 much today.  But the panties were so pretty, pure white with little yellow
 lace frills.  And she had worn them?!"

"Please, Miss Jennifer, please may I be allowed to sniff your beautiful
 panties?"

With a contemptuous laugh, the panties were drawn to his face and held gently
 under his nose.  He sniffed deeply, savoring the incredibly arousing smell,
 feeling his cock growing firmer beneath him, ready to burst forth his tribute
 to her.  His humiliation was complete, but he was beyond caring.  Again,
 pre-cum formed itself on the end of his aroused cock, and he felt that, given
 a few moments more, he could cum without touching himself, the power of her
 panties was that strong.  Jennifer, however, had no intention of allowing him
 release, and removed her panties from his nose, satisfied with the look of
 disappointment but acceptance in his face.

"I think it's about time you thanked me, sissy."

"Thank you for allowing me to sniff your panties, Miss Jennifer."

She laughed.  "And for earlier?"

He swallowed.  "Thank you for taking the time to punish me this afternoon, Miss
 Jennifer."

"You're very welcome, my little pervert.  Now, go get dressed and get your
 pathetic ass over to your wife.  Don't forget your instructions!  I expect you
 back here at the same time next Saturday."

"Yes, Miss Jennifer."  He stood and slowly walked up the stairs, his ass still
 tender but the stiffness in his limbs beginning to vanish.  He removed the
 collar and lead from around his neck and swiftly dressed, noticing that it was
 almost 7 o'clock.  He was almost tempted to make for his regular bar, but knew
 he'd be made to regret it, so he headed for home.  He had more instructions to
 carry out, and if he did a good job it might go down well with Miss Jennifer
 next Saturday.

Behind him, Jenny reflected on a highly successful day.  She was already
 looking forward to next week, when she'd get to try out some of the crops and
 whips she'd ordered.

Suddenly she laughed out loud, causing her blonde hair to cascade in gentle waves across her shoulders.  Her green eyes sparkled in pleasure.

"I wonder if I should have reminded the wimp he's still wearing my lipstick!"

THE END...?  

(Unless you want to read what happens next!!)

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