Date: Tue, 1 Sep 2020 11:22:57 -0400 From: Lacy Lips Subject: She takes Charge 4 She takes Charge 4 ©Lacylips@gmail.com DISCLAIMER: This is a fantasy depicting sexual acts involving male teens. The story is intended for adult readers and not minors. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS STORY OR IF YOU FIND SUCH MATERIAL OFFENSIVE, PLEASE LEAVE. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or persons living or deceased. _________________________________________________ It was Monday and I was getting ready to go to the office. Gwen stepped into the bathroom just as I was slithering into the panties she had chosen for me to wear that day. "Cute baby, but it needs something else. You have gotten comfy wearing panties to work so it is time to up your training somewhat." My wife brought forth from the drawer a new bra that I had not seen before. It was bright red, scarlet with a bright blue ribbon laced thru the top edge of the cups. Very hot and I expected her to put it on. She did. On me! "Today we begin the next level of your acceptance of your feminine side. You will wear this lovely bra to work today and you will have one on each day that I deem your attitudes and actions require it." Needless to say I was stunned and very resistant. Panties and stockings very hidden. Not much chance anyone would get a clue to my now required underwear. But a bra? A bright red one? Wouldn't it show thru? She could tell I wanted to object but she was in charge and automatically my arms went out to accept entry into the lace trimmed straps. Her usual procedure followed pulling the band taut around my chest from the rear and fastening together the three hooks. I was ready to turn and look at myself in the mirror but she stopped me and took something from the counter. I felt her kind of fumbling around with the band. "What are you doing? I want to see how bad this is." "You will get to. Right now I am throwing a few stitches in the back here just in case you get uncomfortable and think you can sneak in the restroom and take this lovely addition to your wardrobe off until after work and then put it back on before you come home. No way that will happen now unless your other personality is Houdini. There, All stitched up. Put your shirt on before you check yourself out." Gwen gave me my standard white oxford and assisted in buttoning it all up. In my stockings, panties, shirt and new bra I turned to look. The profile revealed just a slight amount of boobage from the lifting effect of the underwire and straight on, if I looked hard enough, I could tell something was under there. The dark shade of the scarlet lace bra showed thru a little. The lace displayed a faint pattern on the cloth as well. Looking across the sink at the mirror behind me showed a bit more. With the shirt tight across my back the band and shoulder straps were rather obvious. Guess I would be keeping my sport coat on all day. Into my pants and shoes and some breakfast. We had a conversation across the table. "You understand that I am in charge now, correct? You wear what I say when I say it without complaining or my body will become off limits very quickly. Got it?" "Yes, dear. I mean Yes mistress Gwen." "Good. Have a nice day." I was nervous walking into work. Even with my suit jacket on I was edgy that someone would notice patterning from the bra in the back or shadow shapes thru the front. I was the dude, the stud, mister macho of the office. It would humiliate me to be discovered garbed in the sexy lingerie I had asked for. Of course I ask for Gwen to wear it but now it was a part of my daily routine if I knew what was good for me. I stopped in the restroom. I could not resist popping a few buttons and taking a quick peek at the delicious item of female attire my wife had strapped me into for work. It was a very sexy bra but kept the reveal short. To the office. As usual, my secretary Cassie, was at her desk early and gave me an especially nice smile as we exchanged good mornings. Cassie was maybe 10 years older than Gwen and I but she was a very beautiful girl and had a body that any man would crave. I told myself how lucky her husband, Charlie, was to be tapping that all the time. A day would begin with Cassie bringing in coffee and the stack of mail plus whatever papers might need my signature first thing. Today was no different at the start. Cassie trotted in, closing the door behind herself, and with her fine hips all asway, delivered the mail and the java. Often she would watch over my shoulder, pointing out where the signatures were needed. Today was the same except that as I went thru the papers and she leaned over pointing, her chest was pressing against my back. That never happened before. Into scratching my initials on the first form her hands came to rest on my shoulders giving a little squeeze like a sit down massage. "It's too warm in here Jack. You need to lose this jacket." Reaching around she gripped the lapels and pulled the coat away. I shifted forward and she took the coat off and folding it neatly over the back of the side chair. She returned to the massage. I was very tense. Would she see the band thru my shirt? How about feeling the straps while rubbing my shoulders? She was right behind me and could look down the front of my shirt, if it gapped at all, to reveal to her my lacy red bra. Then, with all those thoughts brewing Cassie says. "So, Gwen tells me it is red." My head came around to inquire. "What are you talking about?" "Your bra Jack. Gwen told me that she was putting you in the red lacy bra today. How does it feel? Does it add to the pleasure of wearing the panties and stockings you have had on in here for weeks?" I was aghast and turning as red in the face as the bra was. "She told you? What is going on here. I did not know that she even talked to you?" "We talk a lot. We have a lot in common. Both of us married very macho and manly husbands which was great until you guys started making certain demands. Sooner or later gals have to take charge and stifle that behavior. I told her about bra discipline and feminization training. It took me a few months to get Charlie fully adjusted to his new wardrobe and my requirements taking priority over his. Gwen found that interesting so she has had you on the same plan. Thus the panty test, then the stockings and now the bras and maybe she slipped you some hormones. We will see how you develop. Literally." Hormones? That might explain why my pecs seemed to be swelling and my nipples had become very sensitive. I had to ask. "Why hormones Cassie?" "Well because it is tough to be macho when you are sporting a pair of tits! You will come to appreciate them." While all of the insane talk went on Cassie continued her shoulder and back massage even tugging at my straps now and then to tease me. Her hands came over the top and began exploring the front of my shirt. Gripping and pawing my chest while whispering that I was going to have nice tits in a few months. "I need to see them." she said while undoing button after button to reveal the full splendor of my newly required garb. "Wow! What a beautiful bra Gwen bought for you. The lace, the blue accents, the square scoop chest plus the lace trimmed wide set straps and the screaming scarlet color make you look very hot. In a girl like way." She pinched both nipples hard at the same time with her hands stuffed inside the open front of my shirt. I winced but liked it. "Button up boss. We have to get back to work." Taking all of the papers with her Cassie sashayed sexily across my office opening the door. As she pulled it shut she added. "I'll give you a bit of privacy to work out that problem in your panties unless it has drained itself already." Oh my! What a way to start a week. I sat in stunned silence looking down at the dark shapes under my shirt and thinking again about how they felt different. Now I had a reason. Not sure wether to kiss my wife or kill her. Comments? lacylips@gmail.com Please consider donating to Nifty. I know that you enjoy it as much as I do. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html