'It's just a game.' pt 2 by DLC's alyssa
The 5 hour ride back home Tuesday afternoon had its moments of uncomfortable awkward silence. The bubble bursting of what both new was in some ways a visiting of a sexual fantasy life that actually could be attained in the ‘real world’ if their lifestyle was tweaked.
It was clear Marcia took to the lead in the gender role reversal having no issue at giving orders or directing him. Skilled as she was being senior management at her job she found it near effortless to create a scenario that had Bill accepting her as an authority figure.
As so often happens in life the universe stepped in. Looking at her I-phone she took the call from the president of her firm putting it on speaker turning down the music muting 'Spodify'.
Bill and her listened as the male went on. Near the end of the 8 minute monologue the boss got to the point.
“What it means Marcia is your span of control needs to be expanded.”
Though the woman realized he was speaking about the employees currently under her she liked the way he put it after her and Bill’s ‘Femdom’ play the last few days.
The boss went on.
“I guess what I am saying is you’ve earned it and I’ll be leaving soon and I want you to become president after I’ve gone. Most all the board members agree….once you brought in the Henshaw account that certainly opened many of their eyes. For years we were trying to get them….that old bastard Henshaw was always a tough nut to crack yet not to you Marcia. You do well now yet this will elevate your compensation to a much higher level. I don’t know what your husband makes but its likely you won’t need it with this pay package. If you have no objections we’ll make an announcement to all this Wednesday.”
“Sure Fred…you taught me so much and I thank you.”
“I believe in talent and you are blessed with a ton of it. I never thought when I first started I’d be saying this but to hell with the patriarchy and the old boy network. One last thing I have two twin grandchildren, both girls, whip smart I sure would appreciate it if you could mentor them at the firm once they get out of college, who knows? I could get hit by a bus tomorrow and I want to look out for them.”
“Consider it done Fred.”
Bill looked at the woman who that weekend had cultivated a hidden desire to display his submissiveness tinged with femininity.
“Wow president congrats…kind of makes me feel pretty useless in my job.”
Not more than 20 minutes later a call came in for Bill from the owner of his printing company.
They both heard him explain the latest development.
“I don’t have to tell you it’s been rough sailing these past few years. We have a buying syndicate making a strong bid…I think it’s going to be too hard to pass on. The sales staff is going away….essentially they’re doing it because they want our client list believing they can convert most to online cloud technology where ever they are. They’ll burrow into the companies and likely have them using more services than just printing. I guess the old brown cow ain’t what she used to be. Those sales guys that choose to leave now will get a little better payout.”
Looking for her opinion Marcia shook her head ‘yes’ at Bill.
“Yes sir…put me on that list thank you…”
“Ok good you must be getting sound advice…it’s always best to listen to one that is smarter. You’ll have a few weeks I suspect before the ‘i’s’ are dotted and the ‘t’s’ crossed and it all goes down.”
“Well Marcia you’ll be president and I’ll be put out of work…my industry that I’ve know is going away….I guess I’ll be at home a lot more now.”
It was part of the ultimate Beethoven symphony collection his phone turned off she told the ‘Spodify’ app to play Leonard Bernstein’s invigorated rendition of the 3rd symphony nicknamed ‘eroica’.
Looking at him as she said it the woman knew now was the time to re-establish what she had over the weekend. Would there be masculine blowback or would his taste of the feminine and the lingerie she’d put him in hold sway?
“I’m sorry Maam…I mean Domina Marcia.”
“We’ll deal with that transgression later…I think regular spankings will help bring a shift in your perspective….my jeans I have you in…slip them down…show me ‘your’ panties Rachel and then slip them lower.”
The single line hair of the Brazilian cut stood out prominent on his mound surrounded by hairless skin.
“The days of that being free are coming to an end…go ahead play with it…take your time...clean the pipes out…what do you call it…edging…lets have you edge yet not cream until I say so.”
It was such a rush for ‘Rachel’ to be told to masturbate as they drove on the interstate. Closing his eyes the cello and violins strings sounding so melodic he let out a sigh as he stroked his cock for Marcia.
Driving taking joy in commanding him to beat off she thought of how the weekend took flight while he stroked careful not to come.
Instead of going over the top femme Marcia had decided Sunday the next day she would have him take on a feminine yet practical look most housewives these days would wear.
Intentionally she kept him out of bra and panties after he soiled the one pair with his warm cream. Wiping off his make-up out of the lingerie Bill spent all day Saturday in boy-mode. He kept going back to the fact he hadn’t had his penis touched yet he came as hard as he ever had just from being made to look and feel feminine.
The power of her words had scared him enough to wonder if he could resist her should she decide to take his feminizing to a higher level.
Sunday he woke to find her out doing an early morning workout of running despite the snow for her usual 5 miles.
It made for an interesting scenario looking on the loveseat under the baywindow in the bedroom was a complete comfortable outfit any woman would enjoy doing housework in. Laid out for him to wear was a padded bra and panties set and tights and a pair of jeans with flats. A cute blouse with a band of ruffles running down the center of it on the long sleeve chiffon item of clothing made him nervous to look at.
The hand written note was short and to the point. ‘Rachel darling just put on lipstick and some blush I’ll help with the rest later. Waffles buried in berries would be nice with some coffee and juice’.
By mid-morning Rachel had grown comfortable enough he went about the light housework while Marcia spent time going over some work emails. The first taste of role reversal for him was smooth enough Marcia contemplated what it would be like if it was something they had all the time.
Looking at how cute his hair was after she’d styled it Marcia remained nonplussed when Rachel brought her some afternoon tea. A few times the woman had caught him judging his appearance looking in to the hall mirror. One of those times Bill stopped and gave off a Lady Di fluff to his hair before looking at the way the clip-on earrings drew his eyes in to see his made up face. He stopped and held his hands out seemingly enjoying having his nails polished in red varnish.
With the fire crackling the afternoon sun dropping Marcia decided to test his resistance to being femininely objectified. Dusting the book-shelves he spied her leering at him. Trying to ignore her he moved to the corner flittering the feather duster along the chair-rail as though it mattered only to find he was trapped when she walked over.
That was when she saw it…that slight hesitation many a submissive woman has when she thinks someone wants to make love…regardless of if she does ...using their body simply because they’re horny.
Rachel stepped back hesitantly Bill’s slightly smaller size had never really been an issue yet now it was.
“Babe that chiffon looks nice on you….doesn’t it feel nice to wear?...so soft isn’t it?”
Standing tall in her 3” heeled leather boots Marcia moved to be close to him. Reaching out she let her hand touch the blouse giving a squeeze to the bra that could be seen through the semi-sheer top. His hands on her shoulders he closed his eyes at being kissed pretending he had a pair of real breasts.
Marcia fidgeted briefly with the button before letting his jeans fall to the floor feeling sure the Cialis tab he’d taken would perform its magic.
“There honey just step out of them…ohhh you’re probably too nervous …here I’ll undo your pretty blouse.”
Despite his hard-on Bill was beginning to feel what a woman does …that false sense of security thinking her clothing and intimate wear would act as a level of protection.
Seconds later in just tights and his bra and panties Marcia moved him to the back edge of the couch. She lifted him up his hands moved out to rest as he tried to balance on the flatness of the top of it. Her hands were quick as she pulled his pantyhose off.
His male mind still wasn’t sure how she would manage it he had always thought a woman has to be naked and have her legs spread to provide access to her vagina.
Marcia lowered her jeans to her thighs moving between his spread legs she pulled his panties to the side to free his stiff penis. Still balancing using his hands on the top edge of the couch Rachel stared in amazement as she spread just a little wide and slid his penis inside her pussy. His mind had the thought ‘she’s not supposed to be able to do that …is she?
Marcia held his lifted legs by the ankles.
“Rachel honey look how excited you are at being taken just like a pretty housewife is.”
The woman let hm use her broad shoulders as a counter balance with his hands slamming her pussy on and out she rode his hard cock like it was a clit. He could feel himself letting go …again. Rachel was being mounted like a submissive woman and they both knew he was enjoying it.
“Oh and this little clitty of yours….Baby you look so sexy in your bra.”
He didn’t know why yet he did it.
Tilting his head to the side he shook his styled hair and put a cute look on his face by pursing his lips and lifting his cheeks in a blush.
“Thank you Domina…I think I like wearing it.”
As soon as he spoke he could feel his cream rising to the top
“Oh Domina eewwww, eeewwww..I don’t think I can stop….eewwww, eeewwww….oh you’re going to drain me.”
The whimpering grew louder perhaps revealing more of who he really was.
“Please hold me…I need to feel my body against yours…eeewww…Domina you’re making me climax…..ohhhhh…eeewwww….eeewwwww.”
“That’s it …such a good girl…let all your cream come out my Rachel …you like having me make you get wet….baby you’ll look pretty licking my vagina after you’re through orgasming.”
The thought of him being on his knees in just his bra licking her vagina sent him over the edge.
The woman could sense it coming from her husband Bill…a gentle yielding nature was developing…the need to submit….the desire to please....a dominant woman.
Gyrating her hips Marcia slammed her pelvis back and forth hard against him a slight masculine ‘ugg’ came out from Bill as the cream spurted forth.
On his knees Marcia held his hands on her thighs enjoying watching Rachel take back what had been put in her.
The buzz grew louder the closer the machine got to their home. Bill too caught up in worshiping her pussy paid it no mind until it grew so loud the noise made him stop.
Peering over the top of the couch he heard Marcia say it while looking out the window.
“Looks who’s here…why I haven’t seen Camille since last fall.”
The woman waved at seeing Marcia weave back. Deciding to have a little fun Marcia clamped her thighs shut around his head before releasing him a few seconds later. Pulling her jeans up she laughed at the irony of it.
How many women had been in the same situation after living-room sex?
Rachel scurried to stand looking for his clothing he grabbed what he could. In attempt to be modest he held everything but his shoes close to his chest. It dawned on him his makeover would give it away if Camille the neighbor saw his face with a feminine appearance.
Scampering he turned the corner just as the front door opened.
“Hi Marcia…did I interrupt…. I could swear I just saw Bill….it seems he has a cute butt if its him…I thought I saw your lights on from the other side of the lake last night so I thought I’d take a ride on my snowmobile to check it out.”
“Hi Camille…so good to see you.”
Newly wedded Jill Andrews listened to her 60 year old mother-in-law Lindsey talk as the woman fished through her collection of family pictures that hadn’t made it into photo albums of which she had many.
“Petticoat punishment, that’s what we called it back in the day.”
Not more than 30 minutes early she and her husband Todd had a spat arguing over a point of contention pulling into the driveway. In the house a quick kiss to the cheek of his mom and he headed to her den in the home he grew up in. Finding the television clicker he surfed the channels until he found the game between the Lightening Strikers and the hated Bulldogs.
Jill was not the type to give up easily. Holding the housewarming gift of a small potted plant she stood in the entrance way of the backroom ready to continue the squabble.
“We came here to see your mother and here you are watching this….’it’s just a game’.
Todd had been the perfect engaged husband-to-be attending all the lead up events even showing up at the end of showers and luncheons. Now that they were married he was drifting back into old habits more associated with the free-wheeling lifestyle of a single male.
“It’s not just a game….it’s the big game….a playoff game if the strikers with today they’ll make the conference title game. I’m just saying you wanted to have an open marriage between the two of us… be up front with our friends...let them know who we are.”
Jill looked at televised sports as a sort of male pacifier by her way of thinking networks had been training most of the male population since they were young to believe it was important that they align their loyalties to home town teams.
Psychologists called it identity fusion while Jill termed it a waste of time. Thinking over-paid athletes were modern day prima-donna’s that cared little for the fans and the viewing audience and more for how much they made.
It’s called programming for a reason once a male was in front of a TV set watching ‘his team’ the cable and streaming behemoths would layer the broadcasts with all kinds of commercials. Downing beer after beer while munching on unhealthy snacks by the end of the games a wife likely had a husband on his way to being soused if he wasn’t already there.
“There is ‘always’ some kind of big game….it never seems to end. Can’t you see they are just capturing your consciousness.”
Though he gave a brief look her way it was no use Todd had already turned his mind and enthusiasm over to focus on the match-up.
“Consider yourself in the dog house buddy-boy.”
Storming off Jill headed to see the mother in law sitting with the needlepoint in her lap in the sun-room.
Like many a young married woman she wanted to stay on the good side of her mother in law. The truth was her and Lindsey got on well.
“My marriage sometimes feels like a battle of wills between two combatants Lindsey. I get enough of that at my job I don’t need it in my marriage.”
An up and comer in her career like many of today’s women she was making her way to the top of the corporate ladder.
“Let me see …I know they are in here somewhere…when Todd was little and presented me with bad behavior I had a surefire way to keep him subdued.”
Her fingers flipped the pictures much like the librarian she used to be finger walking through 3” by 5” index cards searching the dewey-decimal system that kept all the books organized by category.
“Ahh here the grouping is.’
She pulled that stack out and looked at the date written on the outside of the box photographs.
“You kids today are different…we liked having pictures we could hold and touch where as people your age keep them all on your phone and they never seem to make it into albums or frames.”
Looking down she lifted a picture up and handed it to Jill. At first glance Jill wondered who the girl in the picture was.
“Yes I think he was 8 or 9 in that one. My husband Lionel was always on the road so I needed to find a way to keep young Todd in line. A hairdresser told me about the advantages of using petticoat punishment.”
Just then Jill realized the what she was looking at was a young Todd dressed as a girl.
Lindsey kept fishing for more as she spoke.
“I started him early yet even at the age of 13 and 14 he still needed to be put in feminine outfits that dampened down his inclination for behaving badly….here are some when he was in middle school….actually this one he looks rather cute dressed girlish…you know those young teens they like to grow their hair out well I turned it to my advantage after I caught him drinking a beer with some of the hooligans he hung out with. I took him to the salon of that hairdresser I spoke off.”
Jill was amazed at how pretty he looked with his hair curled and fingernails done.
“My Lionel being away so much gave me full authority over Todd…heck a few times I’d make Lionel wear my panties too when he got out of line.”
The way she said it made Jill think there was more to it than just that. The pet of a house cat bent around the corner of the couch rubbing its side as it moved. A scowl on its mug showed it was clearly upset there were visitors in the home.
“I’d pick up clothing from the 2nd hand shops and when bad I’d put Todd in them and have him help me with the housework all weekend. A few of those ruffian boys came by once to see if he could come out to play but instead caught him dressed as a harmless innocent looking teenage girl…they stopped hanging around with him after that…so you can see it can be quite effective as a tool for controlling an unruly boy.”
Lindsey looked at Jill.
“You have to establish yourself in a marriage otherwise any male will walk right over you if they think they can get away with it….even my son. C’mon let’s face it males need direction if they are to change …us women always know what’s best for them.”
A soft smile came on Lindsey’s face as though she was reminiscing about her husband that had passed.
“Don’t take to worrying about it dear…..you’ll have my full support Jill. Let’s go outside to look at my garden and you can help me plant this lovely potted piece you’ve brought.”
The tubby tabby of a housecat curled up in the lap of Todd’s mother as she watched them pull out of the drive way a few hours later.
“Well Muffin I think our little Todd is in for an education…she’s far too smart for him to escape her influence.”
Lindsey's hand lifted the box of pictures up giving reason for ’Muffin’ to look perturbed at her. Without looking she slid her hand around pulling out the folded manila envelope.
“Scoot scoot Muffin I need some room.”
One by one she laid the pictures out of her deceased Lionel in more than just panties. Lindsey slid the zipper down of her ‘Aunt Shiela’ jeans before sliding them off to the floor of the sun-room. Slipping the ‘Afgan’ blanket under her pretty butt she guided the fingers along her smooth skin past the panty waist band.
The woman’s eyes drifted to a grouping of Lionel in their finished attic in bra and panties and stockings held by garter-tabs wearing high heels. A bouffant hairdo was clearly a wig yet he’d had his face painted with colored powders highlighting the femininity of it.
Flicking her bean Lindsey massaged her vagina looking at the male turned petticoat punished husband. One had him twisting enjoying the sensations of the billowing ankle length petticoat. Another had him stepping into a dated wedding gown while a third had him posing in full wedding day regale.
Lindsey’s two middle fingers vigorously moved back and forth along the pouted lips of her glistening wet pussy.
“Ohhhh Emily my darling we made such a lovely couple.”
Todd went into his usual weekend pregame prep. On Friday nights he’d pretend to show interest in whatever Jill was doing hoping she wouldn’t care he’d spend both Saturday and Sunday afternoons watching football matches.
“Hi hon…what you doing…do you want to order out for dinner tonight….we can get your favorite Chinese?”
“No not tonight don’t try to butter me up I’m still upset with you and haven’t decided how to punish you Todd, besides I want to finish loading these pictures.”
Todd slid over standing behind Jill wearing the t-shirt of his favorite team and a pair of cargo shorts he took a fright seeing the pictures being loaded into the open document on her PC.
Jill smiled as she slipped her hand inside her top to adjust her bra strap before putting both hands back to the keyboard.
“There now all loaded. I counted them I think it’s near 400 pictures. Did you know there is website that converts old negatives to digital images?…lets scroll down so you can see the timeline I organized them in.”
Standing in the bedroom his mouth agape he gazed at the pictures of him dressed as a girl. Jill pointed down by her chair to see him dropping to his knees next to her as he looked.
The thing that stood out was how attractive he appeared as a girl.
“You’re hair looks nice like that especially with the large bow.…..tell me is that a bra band I see. There are others here with you just in bra and panties and few with you wearing tights. Did it take you long to adjust to wearing high heels?”
Her hand moved gently pushing back some of his hair off his forehead before caressing his scalp while remaining silent. Jill could see he was having mixed emotions having been put in petticoat punishment part of him had grown fond to being dressed like that.
“Here I’ll scroll to these down here….there’s not a girl alive that doesn’t enjoy the feeling of wearing petticoats.”
His masculine bravado was melting before her eyes. Jill kept up the verbal assault. Turning she let her c-cups breasts give off a wiggle dangling them near his face.
“You seem to like being in that dress, did your mother Lindsey teach you about make up too…you never told me that she had her ‘girl’ serving tea to the other woman…it looks like some kind of luncheon she was holding…maybe a women’s auxiliary group.”
Todd’s mind pulled up the exact day in his memory. He’d had a bad spell the first half of his senior year. A combination of getting a couple of D’s on his report card and him sneaking out of the home to be with friends when he was ‘grounded’ had been the catalyst.
The following morning his mother called him in sick for the rest pf the week and by that afternoon Lindsey had him at her salon. His head full of curlers he watched as his toes and fingers had polish put on them. The next morning before the guests arrived his mother did his makeup and put him in a dress with billowing petticoats underneath.
Benign of any sexual innuendo he served lunch and tea throughout the day.
His breath grew short while he listened as Jill spoke.
“You did speak about having an open marriage….I think your words were let all our friends know how open we are…….now who shall I send these to.”
“Please don’t Jill, I’m sorry about the other day.”
“Well I can be reasonable, what say I give you a choice either you do nothing and I send these to some of our friends or you slip out of your things and we’ll see how effective that form of petticoat punishment your mother used in the past still might be today.”
Until he looked Todd hadn’t noticed seeing the pair of lace trimmed ruffled-butt panties sitting on her bed.
The stare down had him blinking first. Lifting his t-shirt off while standing on his knees at her feet he wondered just how far she would lead him into the world of the feminine. They both knew what made it different than before was the possible sexual component.
The last chess move was easy for the woman Jill undid her blouse button by button before speaking. As her breasts gently swayed she looked at him knowing he was caught in her web of femininity.
“We’ll shower together then see how things fit once you’ve been made smooth and hairless. I do hope I am right I guessed you to be a 36 band-size in a brassiere.”
End of part 2 ….