Best Laid Plans of Wimps and Men Part Two
The Best Laid Plans Of Wimps And Men.
By Deborah Ford
Part Two
1.
Tom spread the files over Sue’s dining room table before looking up
at the tuniced figure. “Hey Davy get us another beer. Sue, these are
the projections for the next couple of months. Now look at the two
high street shops.”
“I’ll have a beer too David,” she called out as she settled down
beside her thick set boss, her short skirt pulling tight over her
thighs.
“Now believe me, you have done wonders in just a few days, oh thanks
Davy just stick it down there will you, certainly a major improvement
on your lazy predecessor.”
“Thank you David you are dismissed.” Sue announced curtly to her
husband.
David bit his tongue as he glowered at his wife, the remark about
her lazy predecessor irked him. Sue she simply raised her eyebrows,
“Haven’t you got the washing machine to empty David?”
Without a word David fled the room thumping the door closed.
Tom shook his head, “you don’t want to let him get away with door
slamming. One minute it’ll be slamming doors the next he might be
questioning an instruction. Result anarchy.” He sipped the cold beer,
“anyway how’s it all settling down here?”
Sue crossed her legs leaning back in the fully aware of how her
breasts strained through her blouse. These days she was in a state of
constant sexual need that no amount of rubbing or fingering would
satisfy. “Up and down. More down than up.” She felt her cheeks glow
at the innuendo but Tom laughed sympathetically. She sighed. “He’s
been locked up since Sunday.” Then she brightened. “But he seems to
be towing the line better now.” She wondered if she should be feeling
so pleased with herself. After all, ought a wife have her husband
under the thumb like this? “In fact,” she leaned closer so that their
shoulders touched and said in a low voice, “in fact I even like it.”
Then she giggled.
She received the reaction she was hoping for as Tom’s face lit up.
“Hey that’s great. Be strong, it’ll pay off in the end.”
“Has already. Beds were made this morning and he’d vacuumed the
entire house before you asked to come around for this run through of
the figures.”
“Fantastic. So no golf course today then!”
Sue giggled, “no I locked his clothes in the spare room so he had to
keep the uniform on”.
“Good,” nodded Tom, “that’s important. Help him comprehend the
change that has happened here. Listen about the uniform …”
For an awful moment Sue feared Tom was going to take back the
uniform. It seemed to her the one factor ensuring her command was the
silly uniform he had to wear whilst performing his chores. Well that
and the chastity belt.
“That uniform, it just doesn’t look right.”
Sue leaned her head to one side fearing the worse. “Looks ok to me.
I mean he could do with brushing his hair every morning. He’s too
idle to get it cut.”
He shook his head, “no, no. It just doesn’t look right. Really.”
She sucked in air through her teeth. He couldn’t take the blouse and
slacks away from him. She frowned, “in what way?”
“Get him in here I’ll show you.”
“David!” Sue called out.
The door opened and an irritated David entered with the minimum of
eye contact. “I am pretty busy out there you know.”
“Good,” his wife replied tersely. “Now just stand here for Tom to
see you. Tell me what you mean Tom.”
David advanced to stand before them, yet again his hands searching
for the comfort of pockets in which to hide and failing.
“Well just look at how the trousers buckle and wrinkle about his
hips. They don’t do that with the staff in the offices. The girls
always look so neat and smart.”
Sue nodded. “Well they have smoother legs, and probably tights.
Helps the clothes sit better.”
“Ha of course!” But the waist too, it sort of bulges, doesn’t look
very nice.”
David let his eyes roll up to the ceiling. His wife’s bimbo
stupidity was contagious. How could Tom be so daft as not to know
what the problem was: these were girl’s clothes!
“Well obviously the girls would have narrow waists or foundation
garments,” Sue pointed out.
“Foundation garments?”
“Sure of course. To help keep everything smooth and shapely.”
Tom sighed, “it’s a shame that the one member of staff who doesn’t
look one hundred percent right is the one you are supervising.
Foundation garments huh?”
Sue winced at the criticism. “I suppose they would help.” At that
moment David did look a mess. The trousers wrinkled around his hips
and the blouse had not been tucked in so it billowed to one side of
his waist. Worse for her was the hair. It just hung lankly around his
head like a tramp’s. “I had not thought of foundation garments for
him.”
David placed his hands on his hips, “if you think you are going to
get me to wear anything like that you are mistaken!”
Sue bridled. How dare he embarrass her like that in front of Tom,
her boss. “David I don’t want to be spoken to like that. Go up to the
bedroom and please remove your uniform. I’ll join you in a moment.”
With that she twisted back to the spreadsheets and pointed at a
column. “Of course it is long haul travel we are missing out on.
That’s where we could increase sales. If we can sort that out we
could double turnover in a matter of weeks.”
Tom nodded. “Brilliant!” and patted her knee.
David waited for her to explain that she was joking. He studied them
as they pored over the list of figures. He knew they were wasting
their time. He could never get his head around the accounts. It might
as well have been Japanese.
Sue glanced up frostily, raising her eyebrows at him.
With an angry exhalation he marched out of the room slamming the door.
Tom nodded, “see what I mean. The door business.” He tutted. “I
trust you’ll get this situation under control.”
Sue smiled hoping she appeared more confident than she felt.
Inwardly she cursed David for showing her up.
2.
Moments later Sue found her husband standing in the bedroom in just
his boxers. “Let us see if we can improve your appearance in your
boss’s eyes.”
“Oh please Sue. Look I am sorry I spoke like that. Really. It is
just that I think he’s trying to humiliate me in front of you …”
Sue opened a drawer and removed a new packet of black tights.
“Nonsence. Fifteen denier. That should be smooth enough.”
“Oh please, please Sue. I am sorry.”
Sue then plucked out of the drawer a one piece body shaper with high
tension panels. “I never wore this. Remember how you told me I was
looking like a fat tart? Last Christmas?”
His eyes grew wide, “I was joking darling. Who could think of you as
getting fat?”
“Oh and when you told me to get my fat arse on a diet was that also
a joke?”
He swallowed, silence seemed the best reply.
“But there again you always told me I couldn’t get jokes because I
was too blond. Anyway that’s when I bought this.”
“I’m sorry. You always look great to me.”
“Thank you, but I only wore it once and that was enough. Talk about
discomfort. It felt like being wrapped in an elastic band. So we’ll
see how well it works on you won’t we.”
“I know you are not being serious. I know I upset you. I know …”
“You know nothing David and that is the problem. I trust you want to
make a success of this new arrangement. Yes?”
“Yes of course. But it’s all getting a bit out of hand.”
“No arguments. Tom says that staff who argue are a waste of space.”
“Does he? Tom talks a lot.”
“He talks a lot of sense unlike some people. Now then we need smooth
legs. There is a jar of hair remover in the bathroom. Have a shower
and rub it on your legs, wait for three minutes and wash it all away.
It smells a bit but it does the job so use the perfumed soap
afterwards. Oh you might as well do it to your arms and chest too.
The clothes will hang better and Tom will be much happier with you.”
“I am not doing it,” he whispered timidly.
He saw her raise her eyebrows and cock her head to the side. “Oh?
And do you want that off tonight or not?” She asked pointing a finger
at his imprisoned groin. She watched with satisfaction as his cheeks
glowed red and felt an impish urge to rub in her position. “And rub
the remover under your arms. You always said how you hated to see
armpit hair.”
His voice was thin and weedy, “on girls love.”
“And while you are in there wash that horrible hair of yours with
shampoo from the blue bottle. It will give it a bit of lift.”
Fifteen minutes later a smooth Tom was being shown how to gather the
tights down to their ankles before pulling them up over his shaved
and oiled legs.
“But before we put them on you will need some underwear.”
He leaned over to pick up his boxers from the floor when Sue
laughed. “Don’t be silly you can’t wear anything as bulky as those
under the tights. Haven’t you got a brain in that empty head of
yours? They would create more bulges than the tights would flatten!
Maybe we should dye your long locks blond.”
Dave’s shoulders buckled and he looked down longingly at his blue
boxers. “I know you are saying that ‘cos sometimes I say you behave
like a bit of a blond bimbo. But sometimes you do, honestly.”
She smiled. “I never wanted to tell you this but I always understood
how the fact that I went to college and you didn’t get high school
grades hurts you. Yes,” she raised a hand, “I know I only got a
degree in media studies in the local college but it is one step up
from you. In fact it is a few steps up from you.”
He brushed the wet hair back from his face and smiled, “I admire you
for what you have achieved darling. Please let me keep the boxers.”
“You admire me? Well that’s a first. I think my degree put a chip on
your shoulder. No man wants to think his wife is smarter than he is.
So I always let you call me those horrible things. I don’t think we
can continue to allow that, can we? Not in work time anyway.”
“You know I had bad luck at school,” he whined. Why was she twisting
everything to make him look bad? Everyone knew she was an airhead and
he was sharp. “Look Sue …” he glanced up to see her holding out a
little pair of tight white panties.
“These will do until you can get your own briefs. You only have
boxers in your drawer so put these on.”
He looked hangdog at her with huge pleading eyes. “Please Sue.”
“I hope you are not suggesting you put on tights without anything
beneath them! Yuck!”
“Sue can we talk about this?”
“Of course we can.”
He sighed with relief until he saw her shaking out the lycra body
with the reinforced tummy panels.
“We’ll talk about it after your boss has gone. So come on. Panties
on first. That’s good. Pull them good and tight. Now the tights, just
like I showed you. Gather them up and carefully pull them up your
shaven legs. Now the other leg, now pull them up so they stretch over
your hips and settle around your waist. Good. Now you pull the body
over your head so that it stretches down between your legs where
there are three extra strong poppers to hold it in position.”
She plugged her hair dryer into the wall socket. “When you are
fastened up just sit here in front of the mirror and we’ll see what
we can do with your hair. Pass me that hairbrush.”
Moments later Sue proudly unveiled her creation to her new mentor
and boss. “Is that more what you had in mind?”
“Wow! Come closer so I can get a better look little Davy.”
David sheepish advanced towards the man he knew tormented him
because he was a bully and bully love finding a new victim. All he
had to do was put up with this until he could convince Sue of his
ability to work around the house. After that he could have the life
of Riley. He must be strong.
“Yeh that’s great. So he’s wearing black tights, I can see them just
above the shoes and, what is that?” he ran his fingers over David’s
smooth stomach. “A corset?”
Sue laughed. She was always amazed at the level of male ignorance
when it came to women’s clothes. “It’s a body. It shapes and contours
the torso. A sort of twenty first century corset I suppose.”
“Yeh I can see that. It gives him small boobs.”
Sue grimaced, she wasn’t going to mention that. She had noticed the
teenage girl budding breast shapes the moment the blouse was buttoned
up. She saw the look that David flashed in her direction but smiled
sympathetically before shaking her head. “I wouldn’t go that far,”
She lied.
“Great so from now on you make sure that he is attired with the
tights and body before he puts on the uniform.”
“And the panties,” Sue offered.
Tom turned abruptly back to the profit and loss account that, along
with his theatrical coughing, helped disguise his choking laughter.
“Yes, very good Sue, very good. But make sure he’s wearing the hat.
You know hygiene regulations.”
Sue looked blankly at David, “but you told me you only had to wear
it when preparing food!”
Her husband grimaced. “Well I thought that’s what Tom said.”
Tom shook his head. “Sue another lesson: never listen to what a
staff member will tell you. They always get it wrong. Trust your own
instincts. He might be preparing food at anytime yeh? A coffee maybe,
getting biscuits? Bets wear the hat at all times.”
“I suppose so,” Sue pouted. She had been so pleased with herself.
She could see how impressed Tom had been with her husband’s
appearance and now she felt it had all been for nought. She felt
foolish in his eyes. “Get your hat David. In fact you can prepare
dinner for the three of us.”
He lifted the demeaning head attire and held it between his hands.
It was in the shape of a small air hostess’ blue cap and far too
small to prevent hairs getting into food. He realised that arguing
would make him appear even smaller in her eyes as he knew he would
lose. He sat the hat on his fluffed up hair style and returned to the
safety of the kitchen to prepare dinner whilst his wife worked hard
at the figures.
David was not a great cook but he knew he could boil pasta and open
a tin of sauce. What disconcerted him was the sheer tightness of his
outfit. He felt as if he were swaddled securely in smooth materials
that moulded the contours of his body. When he bent forward the
trousers rose as if griping his crotch and backside tugging them
upwards like the hands of an impatient giant. It was an unusual
feeling, uncomfortable yet nevertheless erotic. His male clothes
always hung unobtrusively loose about him, this was a wholly fresh
experience.
A raised arm would slide the silky blouse sleeve up his hairless arm
and then slip down as he lowered his arm. It was as if he were being
continually caressed.
The slight Cuban heel of the slip-ons made him aware of his every
step, there was an element of awkwardness, of danger, as he walked.
He was pushed forward so had to pull his shoulders back to balance.
It left him with the impression of his legs looking longer, his arse
sticking out like a Latin dancer’s whilst enhancing the appearance of
the budding breasts formed by the cups in the body.
Fifteen minutes later he arrived in the dinning room with two of the
three plates stuffed high with sunny yellow pasta, dribbling with the
red sauce. He returned for the third plate and then hunted for
matching knives and forks from the cutlery drawer. Satisfied he
shouted, “Sue, Tom. It’s ready.”
He took his seat at the head of the table feeling suddenly feeling
himself slide as he settled down into the chair. How could trousers
be so slippery? How impractical. Why do girls tolerate them? He
adjusted himself so that his back was tight against the chair but
then became aware of his breasts swelling beneath his blouse.
The act of sitting had brought about one further surprise. The body
stretched taut and tightened around his crotch. He put a hand down to
his flattened groin and rubbed where his dick should have been.
Instead he had to run his fingers slightly lower to where it was
imprisoned in the chastity device just at the apex of the join in his
legs. He rubbed it sensuously. He knew what his first act would be
once they freed him! A solitary game of pleasure!
They arrived noisily. “That’s excellent work again Sue. I don’t know
how I have got by for so long without someone like you.”
Sue giggled, “as soon as I saw you were paying out tax on the first
demand I thought to myself, ‘why not delay it’ and pocket the
interest.”
“Brilliant!” Tom sat and stared dumbfounded at the meal. “Bloody
hell that looks disgusting!”
Sue sat elegantly and smiled, “I think the pasta has been over
cooked David. Never mind.”
David shrugged, “looks ok to me.”
Tom whirred a fork through the fettuccine and raised it to his
mouth. “Pah, its cold!”
Sue winced as she tasted hers. “David how long ago did you cook this?”
Folding his arms David stared defiantly at his wife. How dare she!
Why couldn’t she support him? “I’ve only just cooked it and brought
it straight to the table!”
“Oh,” Sue glanced at Tom with an apologetic smile. “He’s still
learning.”
“I got it out then I got the cutlery and then I called you …”
“I think you should lay the table first David. That way the food
will still be warm. And heat the plates otherwise the food will chill
as it is dished out.”
David pushed his fork angrily into his food. All this effort yet all
he experienced was grief from his wife in front of his former boss.
Sue patted his arm gently. “Always serve out the food last that way
…”
David threw down his fork making the sauce splatter across the
table. “Listen. I think I should get a big thank you, not a big row
for preparing this. Since when do I do the cooking?”
Tom grunted. “Since your wife became the breadwinner and you the
domestic help. Pah, this is dreadful. Where’s the salt and pepper?”
“He’s doing his best Tom.”
Tom laughed incredulously. “I hope he isn’t doing his best or else
you are going to be really hungry. I don’t want my staff living on in-
nutritious badly cooked garbage like this.”
“He’ll learn,” Sue said assured him, “won’t you dear.”
David sat bolt upright fearing he would slide from his chair at any
moment. His cheeks burnt red as he stared straight ahead.
“Now Davy’s pouting!” Tom exploded. “Come on Sue get your coat.
We’ll get something from that French restaurant that’s just opened in
town. Tell Davy if he likes this crap so much he can eat it himself!”
Sue rose, “I am certain that he will get better. He’s never cooked
meals every night like this, that’s all. You men don’t appreciate how
tough it can be.”
David nodded, “yes that’s right. You don’t realise how hard it is. I
was stacking the dishwasher while I made all this for you.”
“This is what you do,” Tom stabbed a finger at him like a tribesman
with a spear threatening an unruly animal. He turned angrily to Sue,
“you make sure he’s left with those women’s magazines on Monday when
you are at work. Let him learn from them. You itemise what he needs
to do in the day.”
“Oh I do …” Sue cut in but Tom was motoring.
“And list it by time. Yeh? Make beds and clear up before ten, do
bathrooms between ten and eleven. That sort of thing. But you give
him a coffee break every hour and a half when he must read that
woman’s magazine shit about cooking and how to make a house a home.
They’ll have tips on how he can make sure he looks good too.”
David’s mouth fell open but no words emerged.
Sue giggled, “oh Tom, no man is going to spend time with that sort
of girly stuff.”
“Well you haven’t got time to teach him have you? You’re working for
me!”
“Well I er, I suppose so …”
“Exactly. So you ask him questions every evening. Make sure he has
read them and find out what he’s taking it in. Judging by tonight
Little Davy you’ve got a load to learn. Come on Sue!”
She kissed her husband on the top of his head through his mass of
hair. “Don’t worry darling. I was the same when we first started
living together. Remember?”
David gritted his teeth, his toes curling in his tight girls shoes,
his fists balled tightly shut.
“Don’t forget to clear it all away,” she called out before the front
door slammed shut on him.
“Bastard, bitch!” he nearly knocked his plate across the room but
held back when he realised he would be the one who had to clean up
the mess. He picked up his glass and stuck out his jaw. He was man of
the house and he would put Sue straight as soon as she got in. He sat
up straight, slid from the chair and under the table spilling the
wine over his face.
“Bloody girl’s trousers!”
3.
Just after David impatiently watched the bedside clock push past
2a.m. he heard Tom’s car pull up and the car doors opening. Sue
giggled at something hysterical and the front door opened. Tom’s car
tore away into the night.
His pyjamas felt rough and scratchy after the slick uniform so when
he sat up in the bed ready to confront Sue he felt an urge to scratch
his back.
As Sue crept into the bedroom he flicked on the bedside light making
her cover her eyes.
“David!” She was shocked. “I thought you’d be asleep by now!” then
she smiled beneath her tousled hair and hiccupped. “I have something
for you,” she sang in a childish voice.
“You’re drunk.”
She giggled, “one or two,” hiccup, “bottles!”
He couldn’t believe it. His wife out with a known lecher and, worse,
getting drunk with him!
“Its time for your release!”
“About time,” he snarled. “And what have you been up to tonight!”
She grinned, “now do you want to waste time talking or do you want
to be released?”
He felt trapped. He desperately wanted to give her a hard time but
dared not do anything that endangered his release.
“I want to be released.”
“Oh don’t be so sullen. I can’t hear you.”
“I said I want to be released please Susan.”
“That’s better. It doesn’t pay to be such a silly little boy with
me,” she smiled. “Look what momma’s got for you.” She fished out of
her handbag a set of steel handcuffs.
David’s face lit up. “Wow. I’ve waited years to get you to be tied
up. You’ve always drawn the line at bondage. Now you’ve got those!”
As she grew closer his smile grew into a suspicious frown. “But where
did you get those from. They are not kiddies handcuffs. They are the
real thing!”
She knelt on the bed pushing him back so he was left lying looking
up at her. “Nope not kiddies. Yep, they are the real McCoy, as used
by the police. Tom knows so much. He’s so funny. They are double
locking, ” she explained like a primary school teacher. “That means
when they are locked on they can’t be tightened and hurt the person.
Clever isn’t he?”
“Well he didn’t design them did he!”
“Don’t scoff. Now put your hands through the bed frames.” She turned
the key letting one of the manacles clunk open.
“Me? No. I want you tied up! That’s what I’ve always wanted!”
Sue knelt back on her heels suddenly feeling tired. It sounded like
fun as Tom had described it but now David’s silly petulance was
spoiling the game. “No darling these are for you. Tom says that …”
“Tom says this, Tom says that. I am your husband and …”
She raised an eyebrow pointing at his groin. “Do you want that taken
off for some,” she cocked her head to one side, “some release? Or
maybe you want it left on.”
He caught his breath. “Yes. Yes. Sorry.”
She waved the cuffs over his nose so that he could witness the slim
but exacting steel frame. “I put you into these and then release you
down there. Simple huh?”
“But why the cuffs?”
She prodded his nose, “silly boy if you wouldn’t put on the chastity
belt after we have finished I wouldn’t be able to do anything about
it now would I?”
“Oh,” he nodded downcast. “I see.”
“Tom is so clever. He thinks of every detail. Now take off your
jimmy jams.”
“About time,” David spat as he tore off his top and then dragged
down his pants revealing the aluminium chastity belt.
Sue giggled. “It does look very permanent!”
“Come on just do the business!”
“Alright bossy,” she smiled.
He pushed his hands up through the railing of the bed head and she
reached up, her blond hair tumbling about her cheeks. He smelled the
drink on her breath as he cold metal wrapped snugly around his wrist.
She clicked it shut. Suddenly he panicked pulling his arm free so
that the open cuff fell coldly onto his bare chest.
“What are you doing Davy!” She laughed. “Not scared are you?”
He was breathing deeply. Yes he was scared. The unyielding metal had
shaken him. Once she placed the second cuff and locked it he would be
totally helpless. “Sorry,” he stuttered “its just that I …”
She shook her head. It was just as Tom had reckoned. He had warned
how her husband could take fright at the thought of being so
vulnerable. He explained how fear was not an emotion men feel very
often so they have to be helped through it.
“Don’t worry. Come on. Just put up your arm and I’ll get the key.”
He swallowed, his eyes became big and round like a child’s. “Look
Sue I promise I’ll let you put this stupid belt back on afterwards.
Honest. Anyway. Why not leave it off all night and just put it on
before you go to work tomorrow morning?”
“Oh don’t be a silly billy. You are such a cry baby.”
“I’m not, its just that …” he could not bring himself to admit his
fear to her.
Her hand gently carried his free hand through the bed head railings.
He found his manacled hand moving like an automaton to meet it.
“Good boy, just a bit closer, that’s it.”
The shackle clasped his wrist and he looked up dry mouthed as she
drunkenly concentrated on twisting the key to lock the cuff in place.
“There. How does that feel?”
He twisted one way then the other but felt open and exposed,
vulnerable and powerless. “Just do it Sue. I don’t like this.”
She knelt back on her high heels surveying her once powerful
husband. She thought of her boss Tom taking charge of everything he
touched. He was such an alpha male, so determined, so sexy and hot.
She felt her knickers dampen. Damn. She had to get that contraception
off her husband so that she could ride him and enjoy the sensation of
having a man inside her.
For the last few hours she had shrugged off Tom’s bear like advances
when they were parked at an isolated lake just out of town. Now she
was dead randy.
“Don’t move,” she giggled and skipped from the bedroom.
“Where are you going!” he demanded desperately. “Please don’t leave
me like this.”
“Don’t be a baby. I’ve hidden the key to your chastity belt
downstairs.”
He let his head fall back onto the pillow. His nose itched and he
attempted to rub the irritation away with his arm.
He heard cupboards being opened and closed and what sounded like a
metal container being twisted apart. He tried to picture the kitchen
and where she might be. Truly she could be anywhere but at least he
had enough clues with which to start his search on Monday.
Already his dick was engorged in its confinement, desperate to be
released to climb to its full height.
“Come on Sue!” he bellowed. Yet when she returned anxiety washed
away hope.
She glared thunderously at him; her lips pouting in an expression he
long knew meant she was unhappy. He smiled hopefully, “Darling?”
She folded her arms continuing to stare hard at him.
“Darling, my love? Aren’t you going to unlock me?” He swallowed
before adding a plaintive, “please.”
“What’s that mess down in the kitchen?”
He groaned. “Sorry love. I thought I’d do it tomorrow morning. I
just felt so knackered. And the way you and Tom spoke to me really
pissed me off. I’ll start extra early in the morning. You’ll see how
much I do tomorrow.”
“Uh-uh.” She nodded, her arms remaining tightly folded. The glare
had not diminished. “Tomorrow? What did I tell you before I left the
house?”
He shook his head. “Oh come on. That was just to impress Tom. I
don’t know where saucepans go.”
She nodded. “I see. And the dining room? Are the plates still in
there? And the used knives and forks?”
He tried a little laugh. “Hey don’t get worked up. I tell you what
release me now and I’ll get down there and sort it all out.”
“What if I had brought back Tom? Eh? I would have looked this
small,” she pinched her thumb and forefinger together. “How would I
have looked like a manager in control of the situation if he had seen
this?”
“Ten minutes. You’ll see. Ten minutes. It’ll be so spotless down
there you won’t believe it.”
She shook her fists at him. “Oh I could hit you! I would have looked
a right non-entity. In fact,” she looked away not wishing to reveal
the truth. On getting home from the restaurant she had felt ten foot
tall. A woman who had made a huge difference in work, who had taken
control, who had been praised by her boss for organising her home and
her work place. How Tom had flattered her over their meal together.
Even his flirting had added to her feeling of self worth. No longer
was she some bimbo housewife but a woman who commanded respect and
provoked lust in an Alpha male; an Alpha male who used all his charm
in a romantic spot overlooking the lake at night in an attempt to
seduce her. It was so flattering, so sexy.
Yet as she surveyed the kitchen she knew the truth she was going to
have to be much tougher. Just as Tom had predicted.
“Right. You can stay like that for the rest of the night!”
“But I’ll be cold!”
She flicked the blankets over him. He looked so helpless, with his
cheeks blushing pink, that she had a strong impulse to give his face
a slap. “Tomorrow I’ll release you at six in the monring. You can get
your uniform on …”
“But darling. Tom won’t be here. I shouldn’t have to wear it if …”
“You make sure you shower and shave and present yourself to me
before you set about your chores. Oh and brush that bloody hair of
yours! I’ll take my morning coffee and toast in the front room, the
only place you haven’t left messed up.”
“Yes of course dear. But please release me. Come on babe.”
The door slammed behind her and he squirmed upwards to alleviate the
tension in his arms. Women in charge, he scoffed. Always power mad.
Never knew when to draw the line. Then he moaned as his nose began to
itch again. After a few minutes he bellowed: “Jesus,” he shouted,
“you can’t leave me like this all night!”
She did.
4.
The grey light of dawn was usually a sign for David to return to the
warmth of his bed. Not today. For now, after a hot shower, and the
closest most careful shave he had ever performed, he stood beside the
full length wardrobe mirror pulling up the tight pair of white satin
panties over his hips for that familiar erotic snug fit. He stretched
the body down over his shoulders feeling it constrict his waist
before anchoring the poppers between his legs. What a silly place to
put fasteners. It was so humiliating having to reach between your
legs to secure them.
Next came the control tights Sue had thrown onto the bed that
morning to awaken him. He stretched them up to his thighs feeling
them wrap snugly around his still smooth legs as he recalled her
speedily unlocking the cuffs.
“Don’t mess me about Davy,” she had warned him. “You know what I
expect from you today. So no lolling about in the sack all morning.”
By the time he had fully awoken she was bouncing down the stairs to
the front room, shouting back. “Coffee and toast in the front room as
soon as you are ready!”
With a wriggle he hauled the tights into place around his hips, once
again feeling the sensual restriction. His dick quivered impotently
in its confinement reminding him yet again of the pleasures that were
beyond him until Sue relented.
Next came the close fitting trousers with the insidious side zip. As
he yanked the intricate little zip up to his waist he wondered
whether the designers had appreciated how feminine such a device was
when situated to the side of the hips rather than at the front. He
pushed his stockinged feet into the low heeled shoes then, as he she
instructed, he sat at the dressing table to brush his hair twenty
times on each side. She had made it clear that she did not want him
to present himself to her with his hair in a mess.
He raised the silly blue hat up to head height pondering whether Sue
would notice if he ‘forgot’ to wear it. He smiled ironically at his
feminine reflection. The body and silky blouse curved his waist
inwards exaggerating the way his hips swelled out. He knew the tights
lifted up his bottom into a Jennifer Lopez position making it appear
pert through the clinging trousers. But he also understood he would
have to put up with these indignities for a while. All he had to do
was convince Sue he had changed his ways and pretty soon he would be
able to sort out the housework and then spend his time wanking or
playing golf.
He walked carefully downstairs. Heels, even when they are just two
inches high, force the walker to ensure that every footfall is
precise. Steps are an obstacle race impelling making the wearer to
hold out his arms for extra balance and slow his movements down to
careful mincing steps.
He set off the coffee percolator only after carefully studying its
instruction booklet. No mistakes today! Toast was not too much of a
challenge either. He poured the coffee into a fine china mug, added
the milk and set off towards the front room. The door was slightly
ajar and he could see Sue’s wonderful legs curled beneath her as she
sat on the sofa. Her hair covered her face as she studied a report,
jotting comments in the margins.
“Your coffee,” he whispered.
She tapped the table next to the sheet and he dutifully placed the
cup in the exact spot. She looked up at him, eyebrows raised beneath
her fringe. “And the toast?”
“Oh yes,” he smiled winningly. “It’s done. I’ll bring it now.”
She nodded. “So why didn’t you just bring it all on a single tray
and save time?”
“Er …” he glanced to the window studying their long drive to the
main road. “I er …” There had to be an answer. He grimaced feeling
stupid and awkward. If only there were a place in girl’s slacks to
hide your hands.
“Well?”
“I don’t know,” he flushed red. “I just wanted to get it to you
quickly.”
“So you think it would be quicker with two trips rather than one?”
“Well, no, I er…”
“Stop your jabbering. Fetch the toast and be quick about it. Next
time be sure to use the tray and make just a single trip.”
She returned to her work leaving him standing in the middle of the
room feeling foolish. Not knowing how to defend himself against the
charge of stupidity he sheepishly fetched the toast. This time he
littered a tray with butter, plate, knife honey and jams.
“Shall I place it on the table next to you?” He asked fearful of
another sarcastic roasting.
“Where else?” She asked without looking up.
“Yes,” he swallowed as he carefully slid the tray next to her before
stepping back towards the door.
“Wait,” she said, crossing out a line on her report. “Ought you ask
if there will be anything else before you leave?” She glanced up at
him. “Save you having to be called back?”
“Oh yes. Of course. Good idea Sue. Will there be anything else?”
She leaned back from the report and nodded. “I decided that a simple
list of your chores might prove a bit difficult for you. You know,
considering how asinine your performance in your new position has
been.”
“How ‘ass’ what?” he wrinkled his nose in thought.
“Asinine dear. It means stupid. Didn’t you know that?”
“Oh yes ‘arse and nine’,” he laughed off the ‘joke’.
“Asinine. Now don’t make it worse by trying to pretend you know more
than you do. That’s the true sign of an airhead with a tiny brain.”
He felt two inches small. The word ‘tiny’ echoed rolled around his
mind again like a bowling ball from hell. His mind collapsed back to
the nightmare when his former boss selected the right size penis
holder belt for him. He could recall Tom delivering the word ‘tiny’
as if it were an announcement to the world.
She held her eyes firmly on his until he looked down at the floor.
“Sue. I am sorry. Really. I know you’re clever with words and
everything but I promise I can do better. Its just this,” he rubbed
his groin, “this chastity belt is making my mind go funny. I so badly
need to cum.”
Her eyes grew doe deer large. “I know honey. I know. And as you know
I too have needs. You are not forgetting my needs are you? That would
be selfish wouldn’t it.”
“Yes it would dear, of course, yes,” he spluttered. “Yes I was
thinking of your needs too. They were forth most in my mind.”
“‘Foremost’ dunder head. Fourth most would mean they were listed
fourth.” She shook her head. He would never be the brightest or most
thoughtful of husbands. She softened her tone. “Let’s see how you get
on today shall we? I know its tough for you. Anyway rather than a
list I’ve printed out a timetable for your chores as Tom suggested.
It will take you up to seven tonight by which time I will be back
home. I thought a timetable would take away the pressure of having to
think.”
“Yes,” he said enthusiastically, “thank you, that will be a big help.”
“But be warned I will be inspecting everything you do from now on. I
will not have staff members embarrass me in front of my boss. I hope
that’s clear.”
He stroked the smooth flat trousers where his fly and bulge ought to
have been. “He won’t be coming tonight will he?”
She sighed, “I hope not. It’s going to take weeks to get you up to
speed. But you know what real men are like, they always wants to
work. Work, work, work.”
He was not going to disagree with his foolish wife by reminding her
that he had never been one to work hard.
“Oh look at the time. I’m going to be late. Go and check the list.
You have ten minutes to check it through and ask any questions before
I go.”
“Right yes,” he stepped back towards the door then stopped. Feeling
pleased with himself he asked, “will there be anything else?”
“Not right now thank you Davy. Just carry on with your chores.”
5.
As he watched her car disappear around the corner into the country
lane he breathed a sigh, smiled and immediately kicked off his heeled
shoes. He felt far more secure with his feet rested fully on the
carpet rather than being perched on his toes with his heels off the
floor.
He placed his demeaning hat on the coffee table next to the remains
of Sue’s toast and coffee, picked up the satellite remote control and
headed for the sports channels. He was in luck. An international golf
series was to start in an hour. Great he could check through Sue’s
list, do some tidying and then settle down for a few hours of quality
golf. The life of Riley!
But as he made to stand and fetch his list a young female presenter
appeared. Her lip gloss, neat gold hair, ‘come to me blue eyes’ and
cock sucking lips transfixed him. Her simpering manner gently eased
him back onto the leather sofa where he felt his shiny trousered arse
slide into position. He rubbed at the flattened crotch before
remembering that he now had to rub further down. He pushed his
fingers between his thighs and squeezed his legs closed.
Omitting a long, sensual sigh he drifted into a sexy half sleep. He
curled his legs beneath him rejoicing in the sensation of the silky
body rubbing and pulling fiercely around his groin and buttocks. “Oh
my God,” he groaned. He lay tummy down on the sofa grinding into the
leather, his silky clothes causing him to slide effortlessly up and
down. Sheer joy! It was as if his body had decided that the rubbing
alone would lead to some sort of satisfaction. Like shaking a bottle
that can never be opened.
6.
Sue sat in the Northern Street office tapping her fingers on her
lips.
David seemed to have sharpened up his act that morning but she still
had her doubts. What if Tom came back tonight and the place was a tip
as it had been the previous evening. Jesus how bad would she look
then?
Ha Tom. She squeezed her thighs together and smiled. He had been so
kind to her in the car as they parked overlooking the romantic lake
in the middle of the night. A perfect, considerate gentleman. She
thought of the bulge in his trousers and recalled the Mae West line
“Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me,”
before giggling. Tom would certainly not take a ‘tiny’ fitting she
thought recalling the size of the swelling. A grin stretched her
face. She wondered how different a large cock would feel inside her.
Perhaps it would be too frightening, too painful. Her knickers
dampened and she wrinkled her nose. Yuck! It was not even ten o’clock
and she would have to change her knickers!
The quick tapping on the door brought her back to her world of
travel.
“Come in.”
Tabitha poked her head around the door. “Can I come in? It’s only me?”
“Oh do just come in once you have knocked!”
It was so frustrating. All the office girls were exactly the same:
devoid of initiative and drive.
Tabitha entered and in short quick steps raced towards her before
dropping the morning post on the desk.
“You shouldn’t just hover like that at the door. Knock and enter.”
“Oh mister Kingsman would never approve of that.”
Sue had thought the practice of referring to your boss by his
surname had gone out of fashion with the flapper girls until she had
taken charge of Tom Kingsman’s offices. Tabitha stood before her as a
nervous little girl.
“Well I am not Mister Kingsman.”
“No Miss Aldridge.”
Sue sighed. Tom had mistakenly given the girls her maiden name
rather than her married surname. It was like travelling back in time
five years to her teenage days. Tom had explained that it would be
too complicated to change the paperwork and documents back to her
married name. So now everyone called her Miss Aldridge and she needed
to become accustomed to it.
“In fact,” then Tabitha exhaled a long girlie ‘oooo’. “I may speak
may I?”
“Of course.”
“Sorry, I just forgot to ask for permission. Anyway, Mister Kingsman
always insists on two knocks on the door,” she made a list on her
slender fingers, “wait to be asked to enter, poke head around the
door and check it is ok. Then you may enter.”
She smiled as if the act of recalling the simple list was a mammoth
achievement on which she ought to be congratulated.
Sue gathered the post together. “Well he is a stickler for
discipline.”
“Oh you know about that.” She sounded relieved. “I said to the other
girls you knew and they all said you didn’t. But I said she is bound
to know after all Mister Kingsman involves you in all his dealings
unlike Davy who ..”
“Davy? Don’t you mean mister Edgar?”
She put her finger to her lips. “Oops sorry yes. Mister Edgar. Well
he didn’t know anyway.”
Sue was growing impatient with this airhead silliness. “What? Didn’t
know what?”
“Oh sorry. Silly me not making myself clear again. Sorry. I mean
about the discipline that you mentioned. Mister Kingsman always said
that discipline within the office stays in the office and that Davy,
er, Mister Edgar, didn’t need to be told. In fact usually Mister
Kingsman canes us after hours anyway and there is no way mister, er,
Edgar would still be here than anyway.”
Sue opened the first envelope and laid out the typed letter. “Thank
you Tabitha you may leave.”
“Yes miss Aldridge.”
“Wait!”
Tabitha had reached the door and was holding it open her eyes
widening in fear. “You did say I could go?”
Clearing her throat Sue placed her palms flat on the letter and
closed her eyes for a moment as she replayed Tabitha’s conversation
through in her mind. “Canes you?”
Tabitha shrugged. “Oh no.”
Sue blushed feeling stupid. “Sorry I just thought you’d said …”
“He hasn’t caned me for nearly two weeks.” She giggled. “In fact I
think I am missing it. I mean Shelly has been caned and spanked in
the last couple of days. Sometimes you think he is ignoring you. I
mean why do the others get special attention and not I? They aren’t
prettier than me are they?”
Sue swallowed. “Well that’s discipline for you.” She wondered
whether her voice had climbed up a register or two. Her breathing had
quickened and her mind was in free-fall. Must try to be
conversational. “Anyway I am sure you are pleased it hasn’t happened
to you lately.”
Wrinkling her nose, Tabitha passed one leg in front of the other.
“Well yes I suppose so. But, you sort of feel, well, I don’t know,
well, left out. As if you don’t matter. I mean Shelly was late for
sure but so was I and I didn’t even get so much as a ruler slap on my
hand and everyone gets those all the time.” Her eyes grew sad.
“Perhaps he just doesn’t notice me anymore. If I was allowed to wear
skirts instead of trousers he would soon see what he was missing!”
With that she closed the door and Sue pushed the chair as far back
from the desk as she could so she could collapse and loll out
straight. “Jesus Christ what if the police found out!”
There were four girls in the office did they all get punished? There
were a string of offices. How many staff? “Jesus Christ!”
7.
In the security of the client office Tabitha lifted the phone and
banged out a mobile phone number. It rang and she held her breath
until it answered.
“Yeh?”
“Oh its only me.” Silence. “Tabitha.”
“Did you do it?”
“Yes, yes,” she whispered eying the closed door.
“She believed you? You made sure you realised it was true?”
“Oh yes. You should have seen the look on her face.”
She heard him chuckle at the end of the line and thought it would be
a good moment to remind him of his side of the bargain. “So you will
call around.” She cleared her throat. “My husband will be away for
three days.”
“I don’t give a shit whether that wimp is there or not.”
Swallowing she nodded. “No. Sorry. Oh I so miss you.”
“You can suck me off next time I come around and don’t expect
anything more. Slut.”
Tabitha giggled. “Oh thank you Mister Kingsman. And you will cane me
as well won’t you? In front of Miss Aldridge. Like you said?”
The line went dead and she realised she had taken one silly little
step too far. Still, she mused to herself, that idiot of a wimp Davy
would get what’s coming to him. All those years of dropping the girls
in the shit by leaving them to do the work and take the blame when it
went wrong would be repayed big time.
She giggled and wondered how long it would before Miss Aldridge
found the cane and paddle in the stationary cabinet and began using
them herself.
End of part two