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Chapter
8
Email is no substitute
for the face-to-face conversations I have with Debbie. The main
difference now, however, is that we have a number of mutual cyber-friends
and can share a broader range of ideas.
"I'm sure glad you introduced
me to the Internet, Debbie. It's so nice to know we are not alone.
There are a lot of women, and I'm still surprised by the number
of men, who think like we do."
"It's such a convenient
resource, too." Debbie replied.
"I'll say. With a couple
of clicks of the mouse button, you can have a package delivered
within days. I love the clothing sites, Jason really looks cute
in his maid's outfit."
"I'm still training
him to walk in the heels, but he's spending more and more time in
them. I'd like to do more with his hair, though. He's grown it out,
but even I have a problem styling it. He's totally hopeless with
it."
"Bad hair month?" she
laughed.
"Debbie, what do you
think I should do about Jason's hair?"
"Well, you could tell
him to buy some magazines on women's hair styles and make him study
them."
"That's a good idea,"
I commented. "But, I'm thinking more of a total makeover ... hair,
nails, pedicure, makeup, the whole bit."
"Oh, Dear," Debbie exclaimed,
"that would involve more than you could do at home."
"My thoughts exactly,"
I smiled.
Debbie caught on immediately
and responded with an even more evil smile. "I know of a woman ...
I think she'll be willing to do this."
-=o=-
I got home and inspected
Jason's work. I found the obligatory minor mistakes, and gave him
the token punishment he deserved and desired. I still didn't want
to actually hurt my husband, but having him bare his butt and put
his large bulk over my lap was something that excited me. I imagine
it's the same kind of enjoyment some women get from riding horses
-- being in control of something so powerful.
"Keep your panties down,"
I told him. "I need you to take an order." Having him taking orders
from me was something else that got my juices flowing. "Get to the
desk and take some dictation." I remembered that first night that
I had him take dictation at this very desk and how it changed our
lives forever.
"Yes, Mistress." I just
loved the way he said it. I could almost hear the capitalization
on "Mistress."
"On your way home from
work tomorrow, I want you to stop off at the drug store on Garden
Road and pick up a few things:" I rattled off a list of feminine
fashion items for hair, nails, face and body. "I want to make sure
you get the right things, so make sure you ask for help. Ask Gina,
she knows what I get. You shouldn't have a problem picking out Gina.
She's Carol Bresler's daughter and looks like the 16-year-old version
of her mom."
Jason copied the list
furiously. I spoke fast deliberately. I would critique his penmanship
when he was done. "One more thing," I added, "on your way out, pick
up the following magazines."
I already had most of
the magazines or read them, but I thought it time Jason get tuned
into my reading habits. It was also important to have him start
doing some overtly submissive things outside the house where some
of the neighbors might get a chance to see him.
Jason finished copying
down my order and handed the paper over for my inspection.
I ticked off the items
one-by-one to make sure he got it all right. "What is this word
here?" "You forgot the word 'cream' in 'cream rinse.'" "Don't you
know how to spell lacquer?" I nit- picked my way through the list.
"Your handwriting is atrocious." Each of these errors earned him
punishment points. "You're going to have to do better," I told him.
"We'll deal with this tomorrow morning before you go to work!"
I could have gotten
the punishment out of the way then and there, but I remembered what
Debbie told me about suspense. The anticipation of punishment heightens
the intensity of the punishment. The same goes for pleasure -- I
often announce Jason's rewards well in advance.
-=o=-
I kissed Jason good-bye
and watched as he got into his car to drive to work. As he sat down,
I could see him grimace just a little bit from the spanking I gave
him as he got out of the shower. This was one of my favorite times
to spank him. The hot water opens up the pores, swells the blood
vessels and makes his behind all that more sensitive. I just love
the sound of my hand slapping on his wet skin!
Nonetheless, he blew
me a kiss and smiled, knowing that there would be a warm reminder
of my love for him every time he sat down today. I cleaned up a
few things and went over to Debbie's.
"Hi, girl!" She greeted
me with some French Vanilla coffee already in hand for me. "Hi girl,
yourself." I responded. Boy, did I feel like a girl! There are a
lot of events in a girl's life: her first crush, her first date,
her first kiss, her first prom, the first time she made love ...
but what I've been going through these past couple of months topped
them all.
"How did it go last
night?" Debbie was not at all reluctant about asking the most intimate
questions about my relationships with Jason, and I was not at all
reluctant about answering them.
"Oh, he seemed a little
squeamish with the idea of buying all that feminine hygiene and
beauty aid stuff, but I got him straightened out."
"Straightened out?"
Debbie asked.
I feigned mock indignation.
"You know what I mean. Yes, he was fully erected when I got done
'dressing him down.'" I figured I would match her pun for pun.
"He'll, have the necessary
supplies this evening." I continued.
"Good," Debbie said,
"I've talked with Betty, and she agreed to do it on tomorrow morning
before she goes in to the shop."
"This will be absolutely
wonderful." I replied.
-=o=-
I roused Jason out of
bed at 6 AM. He complained only briefly until I told him, "Get me
your belt off your pants."
"Yes, Mistress" was
his humble and meek response. There was absolutely no thought of
resistance on his part. He had long since yielded all of his will
to me.
I only gave him a couple
of swats, just enough to remind him of his manners. I had a busy
day in front of us.
"Come on, you are taking
me to breakfast." I led him to one of my favorite restaurants.
We had just sat down
and poured our coffee when Debbie came by. I waved to her. "Debbie,
won't you come and join us?"
Jason blushed, knowing
that Debbie was in on our little secret. Nonetheless, he rose and
got her chair for her. Debbie sat down without so much as an acknowledgement.
Instead she turned to me and said, "I'm impressed. What other tricks
have you taught him?"
I laughed, "Lots, but
not that we can demonstrate here."
I sipped at my coffee
and continued, "When is Betty coming over?"
"9 AM," replied Debbie.
"She has Kathy opening up and she's not due in until noon, so that
should give us plenty of time."
Jason looked at me pleadingly,
but I was not about to let him know what he was in for. If fear
of an anticipated punishment is a turn-on for him, fear of the unknown
is even better. I was surprised that harboring such evil thoughts
could turn me on so much!
We ate leisurely, sending
Jason to the buffet on several occasions to fetch various items
for us. Naturally, we didn't make it easy for him, requiring him
to make multiple trips such as fetching a glass of juice for me,
and immediately fetching another for Debbie.
Debbie and I talked
about "girl stuff" and Jason sat there quietly and obediently except
to say "Yes, ma'am" to our various requests.
The check was presented,
and Jason paid it. He still had no idea what was in store for him.
Walking into the parking lot towards our respective cars I called
to Debbie, "Why don't you come over? I have a lot of things I'd
like to talk to you about."
Out of the corner of
my eye, I could see Jason's face turn red. When we got in the car
I gave him a simple command, "Speak!"
He stammered, "I ...
I was just wondering what you and Debbie will be talking about.
Do you want me to leave you two alone?"
"Oh no, dear, nothing
like that at all. I very much want you there, and you will be polite."
"We wouldn't have it
any other way, would we?" he laughed.
I leaned over in my
seat and kissed him on the neck. I love it when he's this way. I
knew he wanted to know more, but was smart enough not to ask.
Debbie, her sports convertible
and heavy foot made it home faster than my conservative husband
and our 4-door sedan. She was waiting by the front door for us.
As soon as we all entered,
I ushered Debbie to the kitchen, telling Jason, "Dear, get dressed
in your maid's outfit. We have company, and I want to show her how
well I've trained you."
Debbie and I waited
until Jason was on the other side of the house before breaking out
in giggles.
"Girl, you are something
else!" Debbie exclaimed. "To think you were just some suburban housewife
just a couple of months ago!"
I smiled. "Well, when
you got it; flaunt it"
Jason returned in his
outfit: frilly, feminine, lacey and black from cap to high heels.
Debbie took a long look
at him and said, "Isn't he adorable. Now THAT's the way I like to
see a man - wearing his best or nothing at all."
I had Jason provide
a number of domestic chores for us including serving some tea, and
homemade biscuits. Not that we were that hungry, but we did have
to keep him busy and give him something to clean up.
At precisely 9 AM, the
doorbell rang. "Get that, dear" I casually mentioned.
Jason was in a panic.
I never had him answer the door when undressed, or dressed the way
he was. He hesitated and I repeated my command more forcefully through
gritted teeth this time, "Get the door now, or I will have you over
my lap, pull up your skirt, pull down your panties and give you
a spanking that you will feel for quite a while." I shivered inside.
This kind of talk coming from MY mouth was exciting me. I looked
over to Debbie. She simply smiled evilly back at me.
Jason opened the door
and Betty entered without hardly batting an eye.
"Hi Betty," both Debbie
and I chimed.
Betty jerked her thumb
over in Jason's direction. "This is the bitch I'm to make over I
suppose."
"Yes, ma'am" I heard
myself saying. She had such a commanding tone that I just felt that
a formal answer was required. I imagine that even among dommes there
are dommes.
"If you don't mind my
saying so," I ventured, "You seem to be taking this all in stride."
She laughed and softened
a little, "I've seen this before. You'd be surprised how many women
want their men made up for them. I have only one requirement: nothing
kinky."
I wondered what she
considered kinky if making up a man to look like a woman wasn't.
I directed her to the living room.
"Jason, be a good boy
and get some drop cloths for the floor, then bring in one of the
kitchen chairs."
As Jason scurried off
to perform his task, the three of us relaxed comfortably in the
living room with our tea.
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