My First Dominant Girlfriend Ch. 17
As you may recall from chapter 1, this entire story is about a past girlfriend. What I forgot to mention, is that this relationship began the year before the COVID pandemic. About a year and a few months into our relationship, the pandemic hit and suddenly Rebecca started working from home. We became extremely isolated. Not in a bad way, but it did change things. In fact, it changed a lot...
About a month into the shut down, Rebecca and I had started to figure out a new routine. We had breakfast together and then Rebecca would go into the guest room to work. We had converted it quickly into an office and the other half a gym. Rebecca, as you may recall, worked out religiously but now couldn't go to the gym. She had a treadmill already but we added a lot of weights and a squat rack/bar. Then she'd workout and come out of the room.
I remember thinking that things were going in an interesting direction the day we finished setting up the small gym. It reminded me that I hadn't worked out in a long time. Curious whether I could still lift the same weight, I started doing some arm curls.
"What are you doing John? Stop that!"
I thought she was kidding. "What? Stop what?"
"Stop lifting weights! I don't want you to bulk up. What the hell are you doing?"
I was sincerely surprised at her anger. "Rebecca I don't even plan to work out I just wanted to see if I could still lift these weights, which I can barely do. I think I've lost a lot of muscle mass this last year or so."
"That's good John. You have a natural slender body and I love it. I do think it would be a good idea for you to run a few times a week though."
I agreed and we made a plan for me to run about 10 miles a week. I really didn't need to lose any weight but this would certainly slim me down more.
After that first month, things started to intensify. Rebecca started to treat me more like a servant than a boyfriend. I wasn't sure what to make of it but I didn't have much of a choice.
She began calling me into the office room and asking me (or rather, ordering me) to do minor things outside of my usual tasks. Or she would demand a progress report on my other tasks. The third day this started happening I was very annoyed. I changed my attitude pretty fast after that day. She had called me into her office for the 7th time while I was trying to finish cleaning the kitchen.
"Rebecca, what do you need?? I can't keep coming in here, I'm trying to clean the kitchen.. stop asking me to come in every five minutes!"
She got up from her chair and calmly walked over to me.
SLAP! Her hand came from nowhere right across my face.
"Don't you ever take that tone with me, John. I pay the fucking bills around here and if I ask you to do something, you do it. I do NOT want this attitude. Now, stop what you're doing and clean off my workout equipment. I'm going to work out later and it hasnt been cleaned in a while. Now do it."
I was still holding my hand to my cheek. My face was aching. I began cleaning as she went back to work. Her anger must have been building because as I started to clean she got back up and yelled at me to get into the bedroom. I walked quickly in there and she was right behind me.
"I'm sick of your shit John. Where did this attitude come from?"
I wasn't sure what the right answer would be but honestly it was nothing significant, I was just getting annoyed with all the requests.
"I don't know," I said in a small voice. "Sorry. Maybe I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed?"
"the wrong side of the bed?? FUCK THAT, JOHN!" She was furious. "I'm SICK OF THIS! Change your fucking attitude or honestly we need to reconsider this whole situation. Do you want to continue living here???" I was shocked that she said this. Of course I loved living with her, and furthermore I literally would have no place to go. I didn't have any close friends in the area and I didn't even have a job.
"Of course I do!"
"Then fucking act like it. You have a lot of making up to do. I want you to change your attitude and it starts now. I want you to go into the bathroom and take these clothes off and change into what I leave out on the bed. Then get the fuck back into my office and finish cleaning the gym equipment like I told you."
I was totally confused. Both by her amazing outburst and her asking me to change. Why would I change? In any case, I went into the bathroom and stripped off my clothes.
When I left the bathroom and looked around she wasn't there. I guessed she went back to her office. I looked at the bed but I didn't see any clothes for me, only her stuff, presumably left out from earlier that morning? I yelled out of the bedroom to her office.
"Hey Rebecca, I don't see any clothes for me here. What did you want me to wear?"
"Open your fucking eyes John! Whatever is on the bed is what you wear. I'm getting on the call so keep quiet. In fact, do not talk to me today unless I tell you." And with that, she slammed her office door. I could hear her starting a meeting over zoom.
I looked back at the bed. Stockings and a blue thong. What in the hell. Wait, they were blue stockings. Fuck. They were the ones I'd worn before. I stood there frozen. I really couldn't believe she wanted me to put on a thong. Maybe that part was a mistake. I moved around the covers hoping there were at least some pants there. Nothing. I let out a huge sigh.
I didn't have a choice. I put on the blue thigh high stockings. Then I looked at the thong. I picked them up and smelled them. These were not clean, she must have worn them recently and taken them out of the laundry basket. Smelling them made my dick bulge against my cage. I couldn't help it. Her scent always made me so horny.
I pulled the thong up. It slide up my ass, and I had to position the front so it actually covered my cage. It was tight but fit almost perfectly. It occurred to me that I was almost more slender than Rebecca now. She was far more tone and muscular than me.
I felt ridiculous but also, and unexpectedly, very horny. I walked into her office quietly. She was still at her desk in the opposite corner in her meeting. She looked over at me and didn't react, but by having no reaction I knew that yes, this was indeed what she had wanted me to wear.
I began cleaning. I sprayed each weight and then wiped it down. She had a lot of weights. I then moved to the treadmill. I was bent over cleaning the track when I noticed her feet next to me.
"Good boy John. Finally, you're doing what I've asked and doing it well. Stand up and turn around." I stood up and faced the wall.
"Look at you in your little thong. Can you smell my pussy little one?" In fact, I could. Every so often I would get a wave of her scent from the panties.
"Yes ma'am."
Her hands grabbed my ass cheeks. They also rubbed my legs. It felt good. She moved the thong to the side and I felt her finger move inside my ass cheeks and touching my hole. I moaned.
"That's right little one. It feels good doesn't it?" She pressed harder on my hole. She didn't try to enter me, just pushed on the top of the hole but her finger tip started to enter just slightly...about as far as it could go without lube.
"Oh yes it feels soooo good," I moaned. My dick felt like it was going to explode.
"I know it does. It feels good John, because you're a bitch. You're a bitch in heat, aren't you?"
Her other hand reached around and started tugging at my cage. "You're MY bitch John. And from now on you'll be dressing more appropriately. From now on you'll do what I tell you without any attitude. From now on you'll start being a proper bitch. Won't you?" She tugged harder, basically jerking me off with the cage.
"Yes, yes I will!"
"Good boy. Or should I say good girl? Tell me John, are you a bitch? ARE YOU??"
"Yes, I am!"
"You are what??"
"I...uhh...I'm a bitch!"
"Whose bitch are you?"
I felt like I was about to cum. I felt it building in my legs and in my groin area. I was so close. With every hard tug, the cage was driving a sensation around my dick that got stronger and stronger.
"I'm your bitch, Rebecca!" I practically screamed it.
"Good girl." And then she abruptly took away her hands. I let out an audible moan of disappointment. She looked at me.
"Sorry John. You need to EARN a release. You don't just get one because you put on some panties. Finish cleaning here, and it looks like you need to clean that treadmill track again."
I looked down. All my precum had leaked out and formed a puddle on the track. As my breathing slowed down and my dick relaxed, I began to clean. After I finished I went back into the kitchen and finished cleaning that as well. I then looked at my task list and realized I hadn't yet vacuumed.
As I was vacuuming the living room I saw Rebecca walk through to the bathroom. She left the door open. After a minute or so I heard her yelling to me. I shut off the vacuum.
"John, in here now please."
I walked in. She was seated on the toilet with her work skirt pushed down. It impressed me that even while working from home she stilll dressed up most days as if she were going to the office.
"Uhh, yes?"
"Look around. There's no fucking toilet paper!"
I had intended to add a new roll this morning and completely forgot.
"I'm sorry, hold on." I went to the closet and came back. I quickly put a roll back on the handle. I started to walk out.
"Where are you going? Take off four squares and hand them to me." I did. She wiped herself and stood up. Her smooth, bald pussy looked incredible. "Pull my underwear up and then my skirt and zip it up."
I did as she asked. Then she said, "you sit down to pee, too, don't you little one?"
"Ya." I said it with a feeling of intense embarrassment.
"And today you wear panties like I do, don't you?"
"Yes."
"And sometimes you get your toes painted too. Wow, you really are a little bitch. You're also a slut aren't you John? Needing anything to get those cummies out. I bet you'd let a real cock fuck you, wouldn't you?"
"N-n-no. No I wouldn't like that."
She blatantly mocked me. "N-n-n-n-no? Are you mentally challenged? And yes, I bet you would. Wake the fuck up John, you're a femboy. Maybe even a sissy. You're a little bitch that likes to get fucked. Go finish vacuuming."
I just stood there. She was rarely mean but when she was it was scary. And I know what you're thinking: this isn't real. There's no way someone would put up with that. But what's is hard to articulate is how her behavior overlapped so deeply with my insatiable horniness. She controlled when I came and kept me denied most of the time. This built up such desperation that I couldn't distinguish between real mental abuse and sexual enticement. My head was starting to be so confused, and I didn't know what a sissy was.
I finished vacuuming and she again called my name. I entered her office.
"Good job with cleaning today. And I appreciate that you dressed for me without hesitation. I have a small treat for you. Come over here and get under my desk. Clean my feet."
I walked over and crawled under her desk. She shoved her feet in my face. They were sweaty but the smell instantly made my dick bulge and press tightly against my cage.
"That smell makes you hard doesn't it John? Oh, I guess you can't get very hard in your bitch cage can you?"
I licked and licked. Her scent and sweat was all over my face.
"That's enough John. Lick my clit. Now." And spread her legs and pushed her skirt up. She must have taken her underwear off because all I could see was her perfect pussy. I shoved my head into it and began licking her clit. Her hand came down and grabbed the back of my hair and yanked me even closer. It hurt but I kept licking.
"Ohhh god John, I'm gonna to cum! Keep licking!" Suddenly I felt her legs shaking and her hands pushed my head away. I had her juices all over my face.
"That felt amazing. Grab a towel and clean me." I did as she asked. There was no more sexual activity that day, and as I tried to fall asleep later that night, amidst my deep despair for not getting a release, something occurred to me. Earlier when I went down on her, that was, by far, the fastest she'd ever had an orgasm from me. Something had really made her extremely horny. I wasn't sure if it was me dressing up for her or all the control she exerted. Actually, I was quite sure it was both.
The next morning started off pretty normal. Rebecca had gotten an early start and so I hadn't seen her at all, but I could hear her in her office.
Around 10am she came out of her office to change into her work clothes. I was showering but I could hear her enter the room.
"John, when you're finished, I've set aside clothes for you."
I couldn't believe it. I thought yesterday had been punishment for my behavior...not a new routine. I was nervous as I stepped out of the bathroom. I looked on the bed. Without even thinking, I instinctively yelled out "NO!"
Rebecca must have been standing just outside the door because she barged in immediately.
"OH yes, John. If you're going to stay here with me this is a nonnegotiable. I realize this is new for you. I promise you'll never have to dress in public but when we are here alone you will. Now put it on and then come show me."
It was a short, loose, and cotton kind of light green skirt...and black stockings and a thong. I put it all on and looked at myself in the mirror. If I had taken a picture of myself from the waste down it would not be obvious at all that I was a man. I truly looked and felt like a woman.
I walked into the office and Rebecca gave me a huge hug.
"Oh you look so amazing, John. I know it feels weird but this makes me SO happy. Now, I'm going to do a hard workout now and then I'm going to give you a very nice treat!"
I watched a little TV while I waited. I had such mixed emotions. I really didn't like the direction she was taking our relationship, but I was also craving a release so badly. And I really wanted her inside my ass. I couldn't stop thinking about it. As I sat in the couch I could feel several drops of precum coating my smooth legs under my skirt, until finally it felt like a large puddle under me.
When she finished she came out of the office drenched in sweat.
"Come here little one." I got up and walked over. My skirt felt very short. She smiled at me.
"I'm so hot and sweaty right now. Get me a cold glass of water." She was still breathing hard, probably because she just finished running 5 miles. She had tight black leggings and a tight black tank top. I handed her the water.
"Go get on the bed on your back. Spread your legs for me."
I practically ran into the bedroom. She came in and quickly put her strap on around her waste. She didn't take off any of her clothes. She got up on her knees and on top of me, with her dildo cock resting in my stomach. She leaned over me and said " here's the lube. Spread it around on my cock."
I started to rub the lube on her cock dildo and I could feel my dick pressing very hard against my cage. I was hoping at any moment she would game it off. It had been a long time and I had blue balls the last few days.
"Are you ready little one? Are you ready for cock?"
"Yes ma'am. Please."
She slowly started putting it inside of me. Just as the tip entered me I let out a moan. She as directly above me and her sweat was dripping on me. All I could smell was her sweat. I was getting drenched.
She entered me the whole way and as her cock entered past my tight wall I screamed out in both pain and pleasure. My legs were spread wide and my skirt was pulled way up. Rebecca kept rubbing my stockings up and down.
"Gooood girl taking this cock. You fucking slut." She then leaned way forward and her cock couldn't have been more deeply inside of me. As she rocked back and forth my legs were spread up against my shoulders. She kept rocking.
"I fucking own you. Take my cock baby. Come on, take it!" She rocked harder back and forth. My caged dick was rubbing against her tight stomach and abs as her weight was on top of me. It felt so good and I could feel an orgasm building.
As she rocked back and forth she wrapped her arms around my head with her hands touching the end of the bed. I'm not sure to this day if it was intentional or not, but every time she rocked forward her sweaty arm pits went directly over my face. Her scent was incredibly strong, and her sweat from her face, arms, shoulders, and arm pits was drenching me and dripping all over my face. I caught her smiling at me but I'm not sure why. The reason I think it was intentional is because every time she rocked forward her armpits seemed to get lower and my moans got louder.
Finally, as she started going faster her armpits were directly over my mouth by only a few centimeters.
She said "stick your tongue out, bitch." I stuck my tongue out and then could taste her armpits and the sweat each time she rocked forward. It was unbelievably hot, and on the third or fourth time my tongue licked her sweat I came. Hard.
My dick squirted 5 or 6 times all over her stomach and my stomach. I moaned so loudly.
"Good GIRL!!!! Mmmmm you needed those cummies out didn't you? Your boy clitty was so desperate you didn't even need to touch it did you?"
I was catching my breath. "No I guess not." I felt so good. I was covered in cum. We both were.
She turned and flipped on to her back beside me.
"Ok John. Be a good bitch and clean me up. With your tongue."
I leaned down and licked my cum off of her sweaty abs. She rubbed my back.
"Baby I'm so proud of you. I'm so proud of you for getting those cummies out. You've been very good. Now finish up." I took a few more long licks.
"All done."
"Good, now come up here and suck on my nipple. Come on."
I laid my head in her lap and she took off her tank top. She cupped her breast and aimed the nipple at my mouth.
"Now latch on like a good boy." I latched on as best I could. She let out a small moan and we both relaxed while I sucked her for at least 15 minutes and she switched breasts. For a moment I wondered what it would taste like if she had been lactating, and suddenly my cage felt very tight again.
- After changing into the clothes Rebecca left on the bed, I felt like I was almost as slender as her, with her being far more toned and muscular.
- I had put on Rebecca's blue thigh-high stockings and a slightly used thong, the scent of which made my dick bulge against my chastity cage.
- Rebecca's new routine included treating me like a servant, ordering me to clean her workout equipment and even demanding that I dress in a more feminine manner.
- Rebecca's sudden change in behavior had me feeling confused and even a little scared, but the horniness it inspired within me became too strong to ignore.
- Rebecca's new attire included dresses, heels, and even a strapon, which I found myself becoming more and more aroused by every day, even as the lack of release started to take a toll on my mental state.