Date: Wed, 2 Sep 2020 16:51:01 -0400 From: Lacy Lips Subject: She takes Charge 5 She takes Charge 5 ©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. _______________ That week was interesting to say the least. When I got home I confronted Gwen about all the things she has confided to Cassie about and why I thought they should be kept private. She told me not to worry my pretty little panty-wearing body about that. "You realize that she got me into this training idea. Maybe you should thank her or give her a raise since wearing the sissy undies seems to give you a rise. A raise for a rise. Why not?" "But her husband knows too." "Well he does not know anything yet. I know and you know now that Charlie enjoys slipping into something silky and frilly every day just as you do. Cassie did not tell him that her boss was undergoing bra discipline and female control just as he had. Maybe we should get you two together. That might be fun for us girls to watch." "And what about hormones? Cassie said you were giving me hormones to make my chest grow. What the fuck?" "Babe. Who is in charge here? What the fuck is that I want to see you with the bigger fuller rounded tits that anyone in a bra should have. Besides hormones also suppress hair growth and we both like how much nicer you feel all baby butt smooth. Right? On top of that soon you will know exactly how it feels when you bite my nipples. Oh you are so going to know about that and probably love it like I do. Who knows where it all can lead? Possibly you will want to try sucking a cock. You love our toy, right? Think what it will be like with a real dick in your mouth. Even blowing a big load of cum in there for your talented tongue to savor before you gulp it down. You have said it- Girls should always swallow." I was flabbergasted hearing all of this. Suck cock. No way! I was not a fag, Next thing she might suggest is that I take it up the ass. None of that would ever happen. I was so wrong! Gwen told me to calm down or I might be cut off the whole week. "You know how achy your balls can get without relief. Consider them brewing up a load all week. I should have told you about the drugs but you seem to enjoy having on a bra and you really need a nice set of tits to fill it up. It is a birthday gift for me. By then your boobs will be all ready for me to play with while you service mine." I was not as upset but still reeling from where all of this was taking me. "How about you get on the floor bitch and take off my shoes, massage my feet, rub my legs and eat this horny pussy under my skirt. If you do it real good I might let you relieve your nuts on my tits and eat your cum for an appetizer. Yum yum, slut. This cunt is not going to lick itself." I performed as required, loving every kiss to her legs, each flick to her clit and all the long laps to her dampening slit, bringing her to a roaring writhing orgasm and soaking my face before she allowed me to plaster those momentous mounds with my sperm. Would mine be that nice by her birthday? My contemplation of that thought was broken by Gwen shouting "FEMA. Now slut! Make it happen!" There was something about cleanup duty that made me feel totally submissive. I was fully into smearing my face in the puddles of my own discharge wherever they occupied my wife body. "Ok bitch. Enough with the slime party! Make like Dyson and suck it all away!" I was excused to go get my nightgown on while she wiped herself nice and dry with her panties. We were both asleep quickly being drained of energy and a lot of fluid and awoke all fresh. As was the usual now, all of our recently worn lingerie filled the wicker "dainties" basket in the bathroom ready for my laundering expertise which I had volunteered for just a few months ago. I looked forward to getting that chore done before getting dressed for work. Still in my satin shorty gown and sheer nylon panties, Gwen slipped in behind me and assisted me in getting my gown off as well as the panties. Why not get them all at the same time she asked. So staring now naked into the mirror over the sink I evaluated my titty growth. Maybe my wife was correct that I would be cute with a nice rack. All sorted washed and rinsed, I hung each item in the closet and slid into the panties Gwen had put out for me. She grabbed another new bra for me. Same style as the red one but in pale blue. After getting hooked in and her going to her side of the bathroom to get herself ready, I asked if she was going to sew me in. "Not needed Honey. You seem to have done fine yesterday wearing the sissy top all day and from what Cassie tells me you even enjoyed it catching peeks in every mirror you passed. Plus, if you cheat, she will report you and you will not be happy about that I assure you." Another dressed day at the office had begun. 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