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CHAPTER THREE
‘Dave was laying in bed thinking about all that was happening, and was also wondering what exactly was happening? She had dressed him like a girl, and then tied him to a bed, and the humiliation yesterday was just unbelievable. Then there were the handcuffs and the cane, what the hell is that all about, but at least he was down to four strokes. Christ what the hell am I thinking about, I’m thinking like it was the normal thing to do, getting my ass caned.’
He hadn’t seen Sally looking at him, and it was a shock when she spoke, and it was a bigger shock when she said, “You are down to four strokes of the cane slave.”
‘Bloody hell, she’s reading my mind again, she is getting too spooky, and I wonder how she does that. I think I had better put this to the test, and he thought hard with his eyes closed, stuff the cane up your nose Mistress.’ “Did you hear that Mistress.”
“No, what are you talking about?”
‘Thank fuck for that, I could have ended up scared for life,’ “Oh nothing I must have been hearing things Mistress.” ‘Good I’ve got my privacy back; I can think my wicked thoughts again without reprisals, but now I’ve got thinkers block. God life is so unfair at times, and I wonder what little treat she will throw me today?’ “Have you any idea what we are going to do today Mistress.”
“Yes this evening we are going to a birthday party, it’s for one of my friends and you had better not drink. I don’t want you falling all over the place and making a fool of yourself and me, besides you will have more to worry about than drinking.”
“Might I ask what you mean by that statement, Mistress?”
“Of course you can,”
Sally jumped out of bed and started dressing, and once she was fully dressed, Sally went to her wardrobe and threw him a pair of knickers. “Put these on slave, they are a pair of the new ones we bought yesterday.”
He jumped out of bed naked and picked up the knickers, and she watched as he pulled them up his legs. “You don’t seem too bothered about wearing those today, you’re not moaning how come.”
Dave looked up at her as if in thought and answered, “After the humiliation I went through yesterday, just to walk out the shop with five pairs in a bag, I’m thinking I had better get your money’s worth. Also I have noticed the absence of my boxers either in the bedroom or the washing basket, and that leads me to believe they have gone to the big tip down the road. But you still haven’t answered my question, Mistress.”
“Let’s get something straight slave, I said it was ok to ask the question, but you never heard me tell you that I would answer. Now hurry up and get my breakfast, and I would like scrambled egg this morning, and I would like it without the bits of shell in it like last time.”
“Would you answer me this then Mistress, am I your slave or your maid?”
“No.”
He looked at her with a frown on his face and said, “That answer was far too long and was so complicated that this slave will be in a confused state all day, with his mind in turmoil.”
“Do I detect sarcasm, because if I do, it will be your buttocks that will be in turmoil?”
Sally walked out the door, and Dave finished dressing, and walking out of the bedroom, he could see that Sally was on the phone. “Yes I will have him over there by eleven, and pick him up around one, no I don’t think that will be any problem.” He was thinking ‘shall I ask her who she was talking to, and thought better of it, because she hadn’t answered any questions this morning as it was?’ “Do you want to know who that was on the phone slave, and what I was talking about?”
‘Fucking hell, she has got her powers back Davy boy, and this is starting to look dangerous. Maybe having sex with her last night drained her of her power, bloody hell surely I haven’t got to take her to bed three times a day just to stay safe? God what a mess, I have a Mistress and a female version of Paul Denials all in the same body, and they are both putting the fear of hell into me. Shall I give it another test? Better not just in case, because at the moment I am down to four strokes, and I could end up the wrong end of a blood bath.’ “No thank you Mistress, I am sure it was a nice conversation, but no doubt I will know all about it when I need to know, and I only like getting my shocks one at a time. The other thing is that the ambulance service is a bit slow this early on a Sunday morning, and I don’t want to rock the boat.”
“Whatever would you need an ambulance for slave.”
“To restart my heart, as I have noticed that since yesterday it has been beating very slowly.”
He walked out with two plates in his hand, and placed one in front of Sally; she looked at the bacon at the side and said, “You would make a nice cook.”
“Well I would like to oblige you Mistress but doing two jobs is I believe against the slavery laws. The other thing that you ought to take into consideration is, that this is as good as it gets, but I will say that I do know how to fry and boil them, and I’m a pretty good dab hand when it comes to frying chips. Remember that cookery class with the girls, when I was thrown out of the gardening class.”
“Yes I remember, we were making egg, ham and cheese pie, you used all the pastry for the bottom and put salami slices on top, the teacher said it looked more like a pizza.”
“Yes but it was one hell of a Pizza, it was so good that I only had a little slice, because you and your friends eat the lot. I have tried on many occasions to repeat that recipe, but I have failed, and I am now dejected and forgotten pastry chef.” He looked at his hands when he put the plates down, and was thinking, ‘my nails could do with a bit of a trim, they are far too long for a boy, and I had better get my hair trimmed at the same time.’ He sat down and was about to start eating, when once again she shocked him.
“I have noticed that your nails are long, and I am sending you to a salon this morning. They are going to strip all the hairs from your body, wash your hair and trim your finger nails, what do you think about that, and I might even get them to trim your hair?”
He had stopped eating, and the egg on the fork was hovering in front of his mouth, ‘fucking hell she is good, every time she reads my mind she gets better. I wonder if she is reading what I’m thinking about now, Christ, this is worse than I thought? I wonder if she’s an alien, it’s possible, should I ask her if she can levitate, no better not just in case she gets upset and tosses me through the window.’ “Come on answer me, what are you thinking about slave?” ‘God now she is trying to fuck my mind up, making out she don’t know, what shall I say, I know change the subject?’
“That girl in the shop was right yesterday,” Dave blurted out.
“What girl, what shop, and what are you talking about?”
“That girl in the lingerie shop, she said to me the knickers were soft around the crutch, and she was right, because they are.” Sally nearly choked on her scrambled egg, and Dave looked at her and asked, “My cooking is not that bad is it Mistress?”
“Will you start answering my questions, what do you think about going to the salon?”
“Would it make a difference what I thought Mistress?”
“No not really, not the slightest difference, because it will still happen anyway slave.”
“Then you have stitched me up well Mistress, and I bow to you superior manipulation.”
It was an hour later and they had walked to a salon in the West end of London, inside there was a tremendous amount of activity. The worrying thing was there was nothing but girls and young women. The place had gone quiet as the two of them walked in, and Sally stepped over to the counter with Dave close behind. The girl looked at the two of them and said, “You must be Sally and Dave, and I believe that it is Dave that wants all the hairs on his body removed, well all except the face and head, am I correct?”
“Almost,” Dave answered.
The girl looked at them both and Sally said, “Stop being silly Dave, you know that you have to do it to win the bet.”
Dave looked at the girl and asked, “Err umm, when you say all, does that mean those short ones on the lower part of my body?”
The whole salon had stopped what they were doing and were listening, “Yes that’s correct those too.”
“Then one moment, because I would just like to talk with my benefactor,” and he took Sally by the arm and walked her to the door. He whispered to her, “For fucks sake Sally, I am wearing your knickers.”
She put her hand to her mouth and replied, “Oh yes, I had forgotten about them, follow me I will have to explain.” Dave followed her back to the counter thinking it would be cancelled. “I had better explain something to you, my boyfriend is a cross dresser and he’s wearing my knickers.”
In the shop you could hear a pin drop, and the girl behind the counter asked, “Is he alright, only he his face has gone the darkest shade of purple that I have ever seen?”
Sally looked close at his face and answered, “Do you know that was the same words as the girl in the lingerie shop said yesterday, when I bought him his first bra, but I don’t think he is quite as dark this time.” The whole shop burst out in hysterics, and Dave was speechless.
The girl behind the counter stopped laughing, well almost and asked Dave, “Are you embarrassed Dave?”
He opened his mouth to speak but it didn’t quite happen, “Hem...Hem...,” the sound came out as if he was out of breath, so he cleared his throat, “Embarrassed, no, I was embarrassed at eleven yesterday morning, at one thirty that same day I was humiliated, I am now about ten words up the scale from there if there is one. I would also like to say to my girlfriend that she explained that in a way that I would never have thought of doing.” Once again there was a burst of laughter. “One other question I have for my ex girlfriend, is this going to be painful, because I have a low threshold?”
Sally was still laughing when she replied, “Excruciating, in fact I am wetting my knickers thinking about it.”
“Now you know that’s a lie Sally, because I am wearing them, you slut.” Sally doubled up in hysterics, and the other girls were rolling around doing the same. “God you are a sad bunch of women,” and he shook his head from side to side.
Thankfully it all went back to normal when Sally left the shop, and it was two hours later when she returned. She was standing at the counter when he walked out of the back room, “Hello lover how do you feel?”
“I feel like a new man, and I do mean like a new man.”
“We had better get home, and I’ll cook us a meal,”
All the girls in the shop were standing watching, and just as they were about to walk out the shop, the Manageress said “Wait a minute you have forgotten something Dave.”
Dave turned and asked “What have I forgotten?” and she handed him a packet of knickers, the same as Sally had bought on the Saturday. Dave went bright red and then smiled, as he took them from her hand he added, “I will accept these in the good faith that they were given, but only because I like them, as they are really soft on my crutch.” Once again the shop full of women burst into laughter.
It was six in the evening, and Sally said “Ok slave we had better get ready for this party, it finishes about eleven so we should be back before midnight.”
“Good that means I won’t turn into a pumpkin, by the way do I know anyone there Mistress?”
“I doubt it, they are all people from the offices where my stocks are held, this only happens once a year. Now get into the bedroom you have to change, the taxi is arriving at six forty-five.”
Inside the bedroom Dave stripped off and had a quick wash, he had no need to shower, because he had one after the hair was stripped off of his body. “Right take those briefs off you need more clothes for tonight.”
“You’re not making me wear that bra are you Mistress?”
“Now there’s a thought, but no,” she walked over to the dresser and pulled out some stockings and pink knickers, but these had white frills around the waist and legs, there were also two running across the front and rear. “Put these on and don’t ladder the stockings, they are hold-ups so you won’t need suspenders, you have watched me put them on enough times, so you know how it is done. Now strip of those old briefs, I want to see what you look like.”
Dave stripped of the knickers and stood in front of Sally, she was looking down at his naked manhood, and he could not help getting hard. She stepped to the side of him, and then she ran her hand all over his nakedness, around his pubic area that was now void of all growth. Then she walked away and said, “I am going to have so much fun with you, you are mine to do as I wish, and without question.” It was true of course he was, but she also knew that he would have done all she asked anyway, they had known each other right from first grade. Even at school she had controlled his life, he had just blindly followed her lead, and she knew there was nothing he would not do for her, he did put up a fight now and again, but it was just a show and she took no notice. She was standing and watching him pull up the stockings and knickers, and as he dressed in his trousers and shirt she changed her clothes.
When Dave had completed changing, he was surprised when he looked up to see Sally put on a suspender belt and stockings, and then even more surprised to see her put on a pair of crutch-less knickers. Over the top she put on a dress that was only just below the stocking tops, but because it was a thin material, her nipples were pushing through her bra and the top of the dress. Then after putting on very little make-up, she put on her shoes with four inch stiletto heels. She had worn most of these clothes before when they had been going out dancing, but she had always worn regular knickers. ‘Now what the fucks she playing at tonight,’ he was asking himself?
And once again she shocked him by saying, “I’m going to have fun playing games tonight.”
‘Fuck, she is reading my mind again, I am going to have to stop thinking, if I think she is going to do something bad to me, she might think I want her to do it. I must think nice thoughts from now on, but all that I can think, is that she will play some nasty trick on me tonight.’ Dave looked at her once more and she was looking back at him and smiling, ‘fuck it, she must have just read my thoughts again, and that’s why she’s smiling, it’s not easy being in love with an alien. I always thought she was too clever at school to be human, I wonder if I am an experiment? Then when she has got all the knowledge of human life, she will abduct me and take me to her own world somewhere the other side of Mars. That reminds me, I fancy some chocolate.’
“Dave, Dave,” he looked at her and she was talking to him, “Stop day dreaming, you were miles away, and the taxi is waiting.”
They walked out the flat towards the taxi and he was still thinking, ‘Fuck she’s spooky, I wonder if she listens to all my thoughts, or just the bits that are relevant.’
It all started to go wrong as soon as the two of them walked into the party, there were more men there than women for a start. The men were all the same age as Dave, except the ones that were married, and they were as old as the hills. There was a dance floor but as yet there was no one on it, there was a bar in the corner with a cocktail barman. Dave looked across at the man in the white jacket and thought, ‘not a lot of point asking him for a beer.” He was still looking when Sally told him, “At least you can’t get pissed out of your head on beer here.” Dave looked at her thinking, ‘she is bloody good, and by looking at her eyes you couldn’t tell either.’ “Yes, I knew what you were thinking when you looked at the barman, so don’t give me the innocent look.” ‘Fucking hell she is admitting it now, she has me in her spell, and knows that I am jelly in her hands.’
Dave settled for a Brandy sour, and the two of them walked around the men with the bow ties. It was ten thirty before the first people got on the dance floor, and it was then that she dropped the bombshell on him. They were sitting at a table with an older woman, and a young man the same age as Dave walked over to the table. He looked at Sally and said, “Hello, do you think your boyfriend would mind if I had a dance with you, what is your name, as no one seems to know?”
“I’m Sally, and this is not my boyfriend, he is my cousin and he’s gay, he is here just as my chaperone.”
Dave nearly choked on his drink, and the old woman slapped him on the back, and looked at his red face. By this time, Sally and the man were on the dance floor, in each other’s arms. The woman looked at Dave and smiled, “It is nothing to be ashamed of being gay, and I am a lesbian, so you are in good company.” ‘This is far too much information,’ Dave thought, he looked up to see Sally smiling back at him, is she smiling at me or what I have just thought?’
Dave looked up at the two of them dancing and was glad when they walked off the floor. She came and sat back down at the table, as the man walked over to the bar, the woman that had been sitting with them, had now stood up and wished them both a good evening. “Bob will be back over here in a moment with my drink, and I will have several more dances with him before this place closes at eleven thirty. What I am saying slave, is don’t rock the boat, you know what you are wearing under your clothes, and the question is, do you want everyone else to know? Do you understand slave?”
‘Fuck she had him cold, she might just have asked if he wanted to be tarred and feathered.’ “Yes Mistress.”
“Good slave, now be nice to my dance partner, or else, and here he comes.”
Once back on the table, the young man was all over her, “You are truly a beautiful woman, do you live local or is that a secret?”
“She saw the glance of worry that Dave gave her, and thought, ‘I had better be careful I don’t want unexpected visitors.’ “I am from London but I live with my Husband, he would have been here tonight but he is defending his Judo title.” She saw the relief on Dave’s face and knew that she had got it right.
Instead of backing off Bob said, “Well he is not here tonight, and I am. Would you like another dance, only you dance so well.” ‘You lying tosspot,’ Dave was thinking, ‘she hasn’t got a good dance step in her, and that is why she will only dance slow dances. I know what you are after and she had better know also.’ Then he watched them both go to the dance floor, and within moments they were in a clinch. Dave could feel his blood beginning to boil, and when Bob pulled her to him, Dave could feel his jealousy coming to the top. They were both on the floor, looking into each other’s eyes, and then he watched in shock, as Sally leaned forward and kissed him full on the lips. He was halfway to standing, when he saw Sally wag her finger and point for him to sit down, he knew that if he didn’t do as she instructed she would expose him, and he flopped back down into the chair. They danced one more dance and then walked off the dance floor, over at the table she said, “Would you entertain Bob, just while I go to the little girl’s room,” and she walked off.
As soon as she was out of sight Bob asked “What is her husband like?”
“He is hell, there was another bloke not so long ago tried messing with her, but after he left intensive care he never went near her again.”
“She really is something else, and I know it is a crude thing to say about a beauty like her, but I would love to get her in bed, and fuck the life right out of her. She is so nice to hold, and I could fall in love with her, and her man is a very lucky person. Then again I am lucky tonight, because I am dancing with her and he is not.”
It was almost eleven thirty when she walked back over to the table, and she looked at Bob and said “Are we going to have the last few dances together.”
Bob stood up and put his hand out to take hold of hers, and she pressed something into the top pocket on Dave’s jacket saying, “Look after my handkerchief Dave,” and walked away with Bob. He was sitting there watching them slow dance, and every now and again they would open mouth kiss each other, and it was after a short while Dave thought, she don’t carry a handkerchief. He put his fingers in the top pocket and pulled the material out, and in his hand was the pair of knickers she wore. He looked up onto the dance floor standing up at the same time, he saw her look at him and laugh then wag her finger once more, and he fell back into the chair while pushing the briefs into his pocket once more. Dave was looking at the two of them dancing and was getting more agitated and jealous, because Bob’s hands were all over her, he was lifting the hem of her skirt, and now and again her stocking tops would show. Dave looked over at Bob’s mates, and they were all pointing and talking between themselves, and the more they pointed the more Dave got jealous, and a few moments later the lights came on and people walked off the dance floor.
At the table Dave stood up and said, “We had better go; you know how jealous your husband gets,”
“Bob said, just one more kiss before you go.”
Sally looked at Dave and said, “Yes I think I can allow you that last request,” and once again the two of them had a lingering open moth kiss. She glanced at Dave giving him a coy smile, “Come on chaperone take me home to my husband and lover.”
Nothing was said on the way home, and when they were inside the flat, Sally said I’m tired let’s go to bed.
They were both laying in the bed and Sally was snuggled up close to Dave, he was laying on his back, and she asked, “When I went to the little girl’s room, what did Bob say about me slave?”
He looked down at her and looked into her eyes, and he was thinking ‘I just can’t tell her any lies this is the love of my life, so here goes.’ “Bob said, you were a frigid bitch, and you couldn’t put two dance steps together, but you had a nice pair of tits.”
“That’s two extra strokes slave.”
“Yes, and I thoroughly deserve them Mistress.” Sally burst out laughing.
“You haven’t said anything about the knickers slave.”
“You were just showing me you loved me more than him.”
“How do you work that out slave?”
“Well, think about it, you gave me two pairs of your knickers, and both on the same day, and you never gave him any at all, Mistress.”
Sally was still laughing when she said, “Good night lover.”
“Good night Mistress.”
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