Totally enjoying his mistress allowing him to have sexual intercourse with her, Donald is very tired when Emma tells him it is time for bed. So much happened in the last two days, everything is at opposite poles. He crawls to the foot of the bed to sleep at Emma’s feet. Where he knows he deserves to be.
His head on her calves, they both fall into a deep sleep until morning.
When Donald awakes, he realizes Emma is not there. But he hears her moving around in the house. He wonders what she is up to, especially when she returns to the room carrying a delivery box.
Emma greets him and says they need to get showered as he has a class to teach that day. They do, and Emma makes sure her pet is well-scrubbed and cleaned thoroughly. After drying him, she leads him to the bedroom where she has him sit on the bed as she opens the box.
“I think it would be a good idea for you to completely understand your position. I would hate for you to forget and assume you have any control over things just because you are not with me,” Emma says with a smile. She pulls out a pair of women’s silk panties and puts them on Donald.
The feel of the silk is rather interesting to Donald, he has never felt that sensation of having a pair of women’s panties on before. But he also blushes with embarrassment realizing what Emma is making him submit to.
And it doesn’t stop with just the panties either. A lace garter belt and black stocking are also put on him. Again, the feel of the stockings is exhilarating. Donald always enjoys the feeling of Emma’s stocking-clad legs rubbing against him, but to feel them on his own legs sends electrifying charges through his body.
Again, this is a mixture of shame that she is forcing him to wear these things and the pleasure of their feel against his body.
“I probably should have shaved your legs before putting these on so you can have the full feel of wearing women’s stockings. Perhaps I will have Sasha wax your legs this Friday too. Would you like that, my pet?” Emma asks.
Donald, contemplating that is flabbergasted. ‘Could he yield to such an action?’ he wonders. But replies to his mistress, “If you feel it should be done.”
Emma just smiles at him and leans down and kisses his forehead.
She finishes dressing him in his shirt, tie, pants, and jacket. Only he will know what he is wearing, but him knowing is enough of a surrender to Emma’s will. And feeling these rub against him as he walks, and even when lecturing, will be a reminder that Donald is now her slave.
Donald doesn’t fully comprehend why Emma is forcing him to wear this, but he does feel so in her power. Emma knows, though. From the research she did yesterday while he was in the corner, finding how best to get Donald to accept his new subservient position. The suggestion of some feminization feelings to help the man understand his obsequious position now was repeatedly suggested. And ordering online is so easy to get the things needed.
She does not think she will go much farther than this, but a few days of him wearing such things when dressed will go a long way she figures.
Donald is rather quiet for himself through breakfast, but Emma chats away about what is ahead for both of them today. He has his class, and then a few hours work at the Institute, being home by three o’clock. She has meetings to attend and will not be home until five.
Emma tells Donald that when he gets home, he should undress but leave the panties and stocking on. There will be something else left for him to put on to wear for her return.
Now Donald is fully embarrassed wondering what else Emma has in mind. And he knows Karen or Julie, or maybe even both, could see him dressed this way during the time before Emma’s arrival. Could he face that?
He does as he is told though. While he lectures, he keeps feeling the panties and garters rub against his ass cheeks. At the Institute it is hard to concentrate at the board meeting as his legs rub together to allow him to feel the stockings. He makes it through everything and is home by three p.m.
When he walks into the bedroom, he sees a very sheer, short, pink negligee. So translucent everything can be seen. And then he looks down, and there are matching high heels which he realizes are in his size. He sighs to himself as he takes his suit off, steps into the high heels, and pulls the gown over his head and smooths it against his body.
The softness of the negligee is delightful but trying to walk in the heels takes a few turns around the room to get the hang of. He looks at himself in the mirror with a mixture of horror and glee. It is interesting the responses he is having to what Emma is making him do, and he willingly deferring to her commands.
The research scientist in him comes out, and he realizes all this should also be documented. He hurries, as well as he can in heels, to his den and begins recording all that has happened since Monday, and his feelings and reactions to it. This is a very new sexual release to investigate even more. If Emma would agree, Donald is going to ask his mistress to include her responses to all this in the report also.
About an hour later, Donald hears Karen and Julie in the kitchen. He is so immersed in this newest development between Emma and him, he acknowledges that he does want to present himself to them. So Karen and Julie know the different order of things now.
It takes Donald a few minutes to mustard the courage to act, then he stands and walks into the kitchen. Karen and Julie see him as he is now dressed and on display and both gasp a little, but then act as it is the most normal thing in the world.
Later the two women will laugh and discuss the change in regimes which must have happened, now they just ask Donald if he needs anything. Donald is blushing which to them is rather sweet and cute, such a side of him they have never seen before in this so hubris man. He does appear so much softer and less prideful as he is now.
He asks humbly for a glass of water. Donald would so like a good scotch right now but knows he must wait for his mistress to allow it. Julie hands him one, he drinks it, and then thanks her returning the glass. The two watch him walk back out of the kitchen with a slight swing to his step brought on by the heels.
Wanting Emma to be so pleased with him on her return and needing time to contemplate his mindset about all that is happening, he goes to his ‘corner’ in the living room, puts his hands behind his neck and stands facing the wall, and thinks over things.
Emma coming in about an hour later grins as she sees Donald standing how he is. His whole outfit is charming to her. The gown through which she can see his pantie and gartered covered ass, the lovely stockings down to his heels. Somehow Donald dressed this way is arousing her, she is not sure why. It is seeing him in such a different way. She wonders how he feels about it.
Before going up to him, she hears Julie and Karen still in the kitchen and goes there first. They greet Emma with large grins on their face and talk quietly with her about what has happened. Emma briefly tells them about the DVDs she found and the repercussions which followed from that discovery. Donald wishes to yield to her will, and today’s actions to help him surrender to his new subservient role. The women giggle a little over this, all knowing Donald’s usual self-important manner. For him to accept a docile and obedient role now is amusing.
Julie and Karen hug Emma and tells her good luck, and they will support her in any way if she needs it. Emma assures them that this change will not go on too long, just long enough for Donald to accept this side of his nature now.
Which is what Donald has been mulling over as he stands in the corner. He heard Emma enter the room a while ago, and then leave. He can hear low voices talking in the kitchen, and his face reddens knowing what they must be discussing. The rush he feels about that going on adds to his insight into this different side to him now.
He does want to be Emma’s pet, her slave, her servile sub, bending to her will as she wishes. This position, allowing him to escape from his usual alpha-male face he presents to the world, is relaxing while being stirring. To leave all decisions to someone else, to be cared for like someone’s possession, all are an awakening discernment to Donald.
Emma returns, moves his hands from his neck, wraps her arms around his waist, and kisses his nape and shoulders. “Baby, you look so lovely this way. Are you enjoying yourself?” Emma asks him.
Donald turns to be in her arms facing her, kisses her deeply and admits that yes, he is enjoying this. Emma can tell how much he is from the bulge of his panties. There is even a little wet spot on them from his precum.
As she lets Donald kiss her lips, cheeks, neck, showing his total devotion to her, Emma moves her right hand to squeeze his cock through silk panties. Donald moans from the feel of the prick attention through the silk, a bit more precum stains them again.
“Now honey, go and make us each a drink, and let me see you walk around and model your outfit for me,” Emma tells him.
Once more, Donald sees the past being acted out in reverse. Just as he made Emma show off her new outfit and high heels over the phone so long ago, it seems now he must do the same in return.
He walks around the living room once for her enjoyment, a little shaky on the heels, but a worthy performance, then he goes to the kitchen to get drinks for them both. There, Julie and Karen just knowingly smile at him. They are putting the finishing touches on the dinner they are preparing for Emma and Donald.
Emma follows Donald into the kitchen and tells him to make drinks for the women as she invites them to stay for dinner with them. “Donald has been telling me about his previous subjects, I am sure you will enjoy the stories too,” Emma says to them. They replied that it would be interesting for them to hear too and agreed to join Emma and Donald.
Donald puts drinks for them all, a bucket of ice, and the bottle of scotch on the cart and wheels it into the living room. It will be an hour until dinner is finished cooking, so Emma suggests he begins his next tale.
Julie and Karen sit in chairs facing the couch as Emma sits on it, and Donald kneels at her feet. Dressed this way, in his subservient position by his mistress, being watched by others now does send chills running through his body. How has Emma found this way to make him feel so provoked?
“Donald, why don’t you begin telling us about Subject C,” Emma prods him.
Sitting at Emma’s feet, feeling the stockings, panties and soft gown against him, and the heels under his legs slightly pushing against them, Donald begins:
Yes, the next was Subject C. It was seven years from Subject A the topic of my master’s thesis, and four since my dissertation was accepted, and I had graduated with my Ph.D. I had taken a job with a sex research institute in upper New York where my mentor had gone. I worked with him more on that research survey we had begun at the college. There were teams all around the country now gathering data for us. I spent most of my time just compiling and analyzing the findings. That study in time would be the base data I used in all other research.