"Go ahead. Put them on." Adrienne nodded toward the pair of silver satin panties she had placed on the bed. Her boyfriend, Peter, looked confused by this request, and a little nervous as well.
"W-why would I do that?"
"It's OK, Peter. I know.
"My panty drawer has seemed a little, off lately. So I know you like to play with my panties, or in them. I'm going to find exactly what it is you like. Now put them on before I get upset."
She moved closer to Peter and brushed her lips against his dry, tightened mouth until he relaxed slighly. Adrienne was large, lushly shaped, a pleasant concoction of round, smooth curves. Her sexuality could be both relaxing and intoxicating. At the moment it was both.
Again she kissed Peter lightly, teasing his mouth with her tongue until he began to respond. She unbuttoned the top buttons on his shirt then moved his hand toward the rest. Peter got the idea, and soon he was out of his clothes and into Adrienne's silver panties, the shiny satin holding his arousal tight against his belly.
"That's very nice, Peter." Adrienne stood at arm's length from her boyfriend, then reached out and began playing with his nipples.
"Do you like wearing panties, Peter?" He hesitated for a bit. The answer was obvious. Adrienne raised her voice just a little. "Do you?"
"Yeah." Peter mumbled a bit.
"Of course you do." Adrienne stroked and tugged at Peter's nipples, causing him to squirm and moan slightly as his erection pulsed and leaked into the panties.
"Have you worn my panties, Peter?"
"S-s-sometimes I do, yes."
"And have you masturbated in my panties?"
"No."
She reached down and cupped his crotch, stroking gently through the satin. "Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Have you ever smelled or sniffed panties I've worn?"
"Yes, a couple of times."
"A couple of times. And did you like it?"
Peter shook his head yes.
"And have you tried my lipstick or makeup?"
"No, I've never done that."
"I see." Adrienne pulled Peter close to her, and kissed him a bit more fervently as she rubbed her ripe, fully clothed body against her boyfriend's pantied near-nakedness. He was responding exactly as she expected - embarrassed, a bit humiliated, acquiescent, submissive, aroused. All good things.
After they kissed for a bit, Adrienne sat Peter down at the edge of the bed, away from any mirrors. She produced a small makeup kit.
"Now you hold still for just a minute or two. No talking unless I say so. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Good." True to her word, Adrienne went to work quickly, applying just enough foundation, blush, mascara, eye shadow and lipstick to take the edge off Peter's masculine features.
"There," Adrienne said, finishing his lipstick. "Now you can look."
She turned him toward a mirror so he could see his now-feminized face beneath his short male haircut.
"Do you like it?" Before Peter could answer, Adrienne stuck two fingers into his mouth.
"Suck," she commanded.
"Do you like your makeup?" she asked again.
"Mmm-hmm," Peter moaned his approval.
"Do you like wearing panties and makeup for me?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"Do you like sucking my fingers?"
"Mmm-hmm."
Adrienne pulled her fingers from Peter's mouth and dried them by rubbing them across his chest.
"This looks a little hairy," she said, drawing her finger across the light growth on Peter's chest. "Why don't you go in the bathroom and shave it off for me." Peter looked at her and hesitated for a moment.
"Go now," she said.
And with that he was up and into the bathroom. The break gave Adrienne time to change into her outfit for the evening: teddy, thigh-high stockings, mules, a long, sheer robe, and gloves, all in black. A bit stereotypical, she thought, but comfortable and sure to have the intended effect.
After she had changed and touched up her makeup, Adrienne headed back toward the bathroom. She pushed the door open and watched Peter awkwardly shaving his chest. She made sure he could see her in the mirror. His jaw quivered just a little bit.
"Do you like what I'm wearing?"
"Yes, very much. It looks good on you."
"Thank you, Peter. Aren't you chatty all of a sudden?"
She grabbed a towel and dried Peter's chest, using rough, vigorous strokes that left his newly-shorn skin bright red.
Then she stuck her two fingers back in his mouth.
"Nice and smooth. No teeth," she said as she ran them in and out of his pursed lips.
"Do you want me to finish dressing you?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"C'mon."
She crooked her fingers, still in Peter's mouth, and pulled him back toward the bedroom. She sat him down in front of the mirror, then grabbed a container of lotion from the dressing table.
"Here," she said, pumping several shots of lotion into each of his hands. "Massage this into your chest. It will help with the burn."
Peter did as he was told, and soon his fingers were pulling at his hard little nipples as the heavily perfumed scent of the lotion filled his nose.
Meanwhile, Adrienne had retrieved the matching silver bra and several pairs of pantyhose. She stepped behind where he was seated and took his hands off his chest.
"My turn," she said, and lifted his arms over his head. She tickled his armpit. "You'll have to shave here next, won't you, Peter?"
"Yes."
Adrienne then slipped the straps of the bra over Peter's left arm, then his right, and fastened it behind his back. Then she rolled up the pantyhose one by one and began to slip them into the cups of the bra until they were full.
"Do you like having breasts, Peter?"
"Yes."
"Do you wish they were real?"
"I'm, not sure."
"But you like having breasts, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Well, you think about that."
Then Adrienne pulled a black babydoll nightie over Peter's bra and panties, completing his outfit. She sat on his lap and began to kiss her compliant lover vigorously.
Peter moaned a bit, relaxing further as he surrendered to this erotic onslaught. His now-aching erection leaked freely into his smooth, tight panties. The heavy grinding of their satiny crotches caused their juices to mingle, leaving a growing stain.
Sensing Peter's excitement, Adrienne slowed up and stepped back. "Not yet, sweetie," she said, grabbing the base of his crotch and twisting firmly. "We're just getting started. You want to please me, don't you?" She twisted him a bit harder.
"Yes."
"Satisfy me?"
"Yes."
"Obey me?" Another, harder twist.
"Yes."
She released his crotch and stroked it gently through the satin. "What a good little love you're becoming," she told him. "And such a quick learner." She kissed him on the forehead.
It was almost too easy, she thought, but she had a pretty good idea of Peter's proclivities. Her rumpled lingerie drawers and his tendencies in the bedroom had told Adrienne almost everything she needed to know. Now it was time to put her knowledge to good use.
After a bit more kissing and stroking, Adrienne led Peter to the bed. She placed him on his back with his head at the foot of the bed. She undid the sash of her robe, then unsnapped the soaked crotch of her teddy. She climbed over Peter, facing the headboard, and lowered her warm, wet, fragrant sex onto Peter's mouth and face, wrapping him in her sensuality. Adrienne then arranged her robe so that it covered her bottom and Peter's head, wrapping him in a hazy, filmy cage. She paused there for a moment, enjoying Peter's breath against her, squeezing his head gently into place using her full, lush thighs.
"Can you hear me, Peter?" She pressed her weight down on his face.
"Mmm-hmm-mpph."
"My little Peter. Or is it Petra? Or Sweet Pea? I've learned a lot about you today, haven't I, dear sweet pea?"
"Mmm-hmm-mpph."
Adrienne pressed down on his face again. "Lick darling. You know what to do. She looked down at the stain spreading across Peter's crotch, then stroked the outline of his erection.
"Actually, dear pea, I've had my suspicions for quite some time. Any man who seems to enjoy giving head as much as you do is bound to raise some suspicions, don't you think?"
"Mmm-hmm-mpph."
"Know what I think? I think you love me sitting on your face while you eat me, don't you?"
"Mmm-hmm-mpph."
She paused for a moment to savor her small victory here, lifting up and wiggling her ample bottom so Peter could catch his breath and lick deep into her folds. Then she pressed into his face just a bit. Time for the final inventory.
"Do you like to wear panties?"
"Mmm-hmm-mpph."
"Do you like to wear lingerie and makeup and feminine things?"
"Mmm-hmm-mpph."
Adrienne's voice rose slightly in pitch. "Does it make you horny?"
"Mmm-mmm."
"Do you like it when I dress you?"
"Mmm-hmm-mpph."
"And ask you lots of intimate questions? And order you around? And make you suck?"
Peter's answer became one long moan as he lapped eagerly at his lover's sex. Adrienne leaned forward a bit and repositioned her bottom so her pulsing clitoris was riding Peter's waiting mouth.
"You know what that makes you, don't you? Don't you, pea?" Adrienne's voice indicated her rising excitement. "A submissive sissy slut! Little sweet pea, my little crossdressing submissive sissy suck slut! Isn't that right?" Peter's responses became a series of even more incoherent grunts and moans. "Go on, then. Go on, slut! Lick my pussy! Lick and suck, slut!" She settled heavily onto his face and rode the deep waves of pleasure that washed over her, as her lover twisted and moaned helplessly beneath her, enthralled by his newly clarified role.
Once her run of orgasmic pleasure subsided , Adrienne resumed her questioning. She looked down at Peter's crotch. The front panel of the silver panties was thoroughly soaked. She lifted herself from Peter's head so he could breathe and speak a bit more freely.
"How sweet. Did you cum while you were licking me, sweet pea?"
"I'm n-not sure. I think so."
Adrienne reached her gloved fingers beneath the waistband of the panties, swirled them around, then removed them, reached behind her, and stuck them into Peter's mouth.
"Are you sure now, honey?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"Do you like that?" No response. Adrienne pumped his mouth a few times, then removed her fingers. "That's OK. You'll learn to love it."
There was one more thing left for this evening.
"Sweet pea, do you know what sluts like? What they love?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know? Why not? You're a slut. I just told you that you are a slut and you agreed with me. Didn't you?" She pressed into him.
"Mmm-hmm."
"So you must know what sluts like to do then, shouldn't you?" She let up a bit.
"Yes, I should."
"Let me remind you. Sluts love to suck." Adrienne ground her pussy into Peter's face for emphasis. "And fuck. Don't they?"
"Yes, they do."
"Do what, sweet pea?"
"Sluts love to suck and fuck," Peter answered in a defeated yet excited tone.
"That's good.
"Now you, sweetie, you're more of a licker. You're a very good licker."
"Thank you."
"But you're not much of a fucker. So it's probably time we get you started on some sucking and fucking. I'm sure you agree."
Adrienne got up from the bed. She went over to the closet and opened a box from the back. "You were so focused on my panty drawer that you never got back here, Peter. This is my toy box. You're going to love it." She turned away from him and retrieved a few items. When Adrienne returned to the side of the bed, she was wearing a leather harness that strapped around her legs and waist and covered her crotch. In her hand she held a smallish, thin dildo.
"This is about the same size as you, isn't it?" She held the dildo next to Peter's returned erection. "A little fucker, just like yours, sweet pea." She inserted the dildo into the harness and snapped it into place.
"Time to suck, slut. Here, put this on." Adrienne produced a condom and unwrapped it. Peter reached for it. "No, no hands, silly," she said, stuffing it into his mouth.
Adrienne held Peter's head in place as he attempted to fit the condom over the dildo. After a few tentative, awkward attempts, Peter smoothed the condom into place with his lips and tongue.
Still holding his head, Adrienne fucked Peter's face with an easy, gentle rhythm, enjoying the mild sensations when she buried the phallus in her lover's face. "That's good, sweetie. Get it nice and wet.
"It's true. You love to suck, don't you slut?"
Peter moaned his acquiescence through a throat full of fake cock.
"Now let's see if you love to fuck as much as you love to suck."
Adrienne pushed Peter back onto the bed. She reached over into the nightstand and grabbed a tube of lubricant, with which she coated three of her gloved fingers. Pulling the panties to the side, she began to ease her fingers one at a time into Peter's tight opening.
"Ever been fingered, Peter?"
"No."
"But you've done it to yourself, haven't you?"
"Yes."
"And you like it, right?"
"Yes."
"You need it, right?"
"Yes."
"Need what, sweetie?"
"I need to be fingered."
"And what else?"
"I need to be...fucked."
"What do you say?"
"Please?"
"Please what?"
"Please. Fuck me."
Peter was ready. Adrienne added more lube to her strap-on sex, lifted Peter's legs up in the air, and guided the tip of her cock into his loosened opening. Gently she pushed, working through his light whimpering moans of pain until she was fully inside him. Then she rode him as the moans of pain became groans of pleasure. Adrienne kept him on the edge, balancing on the need to be gentle with his virgin hole and the need to be taken by his newly-dominant lover.
She kept riding him this way until she was satisfied and ready to finish him. Burying her cock deep in his ass, Adrienne leaned down into Peter's ear. "It's good to be a fucking slut, isn't it?" she hissed.
"Yes, fuck me. Fuck me, please!" he whispered fervently.
Adrienne began pounding Peter's ass, quickly bringing him to the brink and beyond as another boiling orgasm seared his loins, soaked the panties and seized his mind...
Her questioning over for the night, Adrienne slipped into a more comfortable nightshirt before returning to bed. She let Peter clean up a bit, but him to bed in the panties, bra and babydoll.
As they settled in, Adrienne handed Peter the bottle of lotion. "Why don't you go rub my feet, sweet pea?"
Of course Peter did as he was told, and was soon ensconsed in the covers at the foot of the bed obeying the order of his lover.
Adrienne enjoyed the sensations for a while. Then she looked over at her robe, draped across the back of a chair. She pulled the black satin sash from the robe. She wound it around Peter's ankles. Engaged in his massage duties, Peter did not even respond to his capture.
Once she had wound the sash around his legs several times, Adrienne tied it a knot, leaving a long length which she held in her fist. She leaned back, content. All her questions had been answered.
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