Peter and Louise (MF,MM,NC,Humil)
By - Tafod Arian (aled7@yahoo.com)
I had arrived in London from Switzerland and my
adventure in Grindelwald with Jonathan and Jane (see
'The Climbing Hut : Part III) that morning and I went
straight from the airport to one of my branch offices
to conduct a surprise inspection of the operation. As
usual on these occasions although I had had an hotel
booked I didn't expect to need it. The taxi dropped me
outside the modest-looking building and before long I
was in conference with the Branch Manager, Peter, who
was clearly awed by a sudden visit from the Company
Chairman and Owner. This was a visit lacking real
significance for me but it rapidly became apparent as
the day wore on that it was extremely significant to
him. As time passed his anxiety grew and he clearly
felt that his job and his future were on the line. This
gave me a power over him that I didn't really need
because it soon became obvious that he had a very
submissive and easily dominated personality. The
eagerness with which he agreed with all my suggestions
which slowly became scarcely-concealed orders was
gratifying. Even more interestingly I caught his dark
eyes flicking uncertainly over me when he thought I
wasn't watching him.
During the day as I was working I gradually drew some
personal history from him and it became more and more
interesting. While we were having afternoon tea he
confided shyly under my questioning that he had been
married for eighteen months. He sat looking
embarrassed, much younger-looking than his twenty-five
hears twisting his fingers as he answered my probing
questions. His wife, Louise, was three years younger
than his twenty-five and worked as a secretary in the
same branch office. I was beginning to turn over in my
mind plans for the evening. I had to stay until
tomorrow and I was not fond of hotels. It began to look
as though I had found somewhere to stay.
Before I finally made up my mind I decided that I would
have a look at Louise. I thought too that it was time
to let Peter begin to get an idea how things were
going to be. I pushed my chair back and stood up,
looked at him, and said in my quiet commanding style,
"OK Peter, it is time for a tour of your operation.
While we do I'll check out your pretty young wife so
make sure you introduce me. While you are about it, you
can tell her that you have invited me to dinner this
evening."
He looked at me in startled shock. He tried to speak
once or twice and swallowed uncomfortably. I could see
his Adam's apple jerking with nerves. I did not give
him time to answer but walked out of the room leaving
him no option but to follow. I let him conduct me
around the offices, introducing me from time to time to
members of staff. I was polite but distant and he could
see me watching him. He led me to a door at the end of
the corridor which opened into a large open-plan area.
Next to a window was a desk bathed in sunlight at which
was seated an extremely pretty girl. I did not need his
rapid inspiration to tell me that this was Louise. I
looked at her for a moment before she noticed us. She
was slightly plump and I could see from where I was
standing that she had large, very firm looking breasts
neatly encased in a very low-cut pale yellow summer
dress which showed a deep cleavage displaying the
upper third of her splendid bosom to advantage. She
must have been wearing a very sheer bra because the
sharp little cones of her nipples were evident through
the thin material. She had a lovely long delicate
aristocratic neck. Her long hair was styled casually
unkempt and fell in rolls of tumbling blonde curls to
her bare shoulders. As I inspected her I noted that she
was rather lightly made up with a rather pale lipstick
and her eyes nicely defined.
"'Bedroom-eyes'," I thought, with an internal smile.
She was wearing a pair of delicate discreet earrings
but no other jewellery. I decided to have a good look
at her so I just stood where I was by the door and
looked meaningfully at Peter. He coughed delicately and
Louise looked up with a start, putting a hand to her
small mouth.
"This is Mr Evans, darling," he said hesitantly, "he is
visiting the Company today and I have invited him for
dinner tonight, I hope that is alright." The young
couple exchanged a glance but I didn't move from the
door. As I stood looking without comment at Louise the
silence became too much for her and she pushed her
chair back and stood up. As she did, she bent a little
forward putting both hands on the edge of the desk. I
looked with appreciation down into her bosom as the
neckline of her dress fell a little away from her body
and her cleavage deepened. I could see down the deep
groove between her creamy breasts to the sheer cups of
her bra and beyond to the darkness concealing her
belly. She glanced quickly into my eyes and blushed
slightly as she saw where I was looking and not
troubling to hide my interest. She came around the desk
and walked towards us.
"Very nice," I thought, "very nice indeed." Louise was
about five foot six and very well made. I had already
noted her breasts, at least 36C, and I ran my eyes over
the rest of her trim figure. She had broad roomy hips
and a slender waist supported on a set of really
splendid legs, slim, sexy and encased in dark seamless
nylon. The hemline of her short summer dress was at
least five inches above her rather chubby knees. Her
shoes were very neat, patent leather with at least a
four inch heel, sharply defining the muscles of her
firm young calves. She held out her hand as she was
introduced and I took it and pressed it more firmly
than she expected, looking into her blue eyes as I
gently stroked my finger across her warm palm. I heard
her sharp intake of breath and her flush deepened. I
did not release her hand but stood looking into her
eyes as she was held captive by my commanding grasp.
Her husband stood anxiously beside me knowing that
something was going on but he had not yet figured out
what. I smiled at Louise and caressed her palm again
before releasing her hand. She gasped.
"So nice of you to invite me for dinner," I smiled,
"please join me at my hotel for a drink before dinner.
Then I have a short meeting and I will be at your house
about eight o'clock. Peter has already given me the
address."
"I look forward to it," she said in a high-pitched
breathy, almost teen-aged voice. I smiled again and
just stood looking at her. As I knew it would, the
tension became too much and she turned and walked back
to her desk allowing me my fist view of her bottom.
This was really splendid. Some people may have thought
it a touch on the large side but I thought that it was
perfect. The plump firm cheeks of her buttocks
stretched the thin silk of her dress and as she walked
the line of her panties was clearly visible. Even more
interesting I could se the slight bulge of what could
only be a suspender. I continued to watch her as she
sat, unavoidably giving me another brief flash of her
cleavage, before smiling at her and turning to leave
the room.
"Very nice, very, very nice," I said quietly,
apparently to myself but loud enough for Peter to hear.
I heard him gasp and when I looked at him I could see a
flush high on his cheek bones. I led the way back to
Peter's office and automatically as though by right
took his large upholstered chair leaving him standing.
I sat and looked at him as he stood uncertainly, his
cheeks still flushed. He made two or three efforts to
speak before the words came out.
"Would you like some tea or a drink?" he finally asked
me, anxiety in his eyes. I smiled at him and said
nothing making it obvious that I was looking him over.
He was wearing neat trousers and a tight-fitting shirt
with an unobtrusive tie. He was, like his wife, rather
well made but stopping short of being plump. His
pectorals were rather well defined raising little
mounds under his shirt. I thought back with pleasure to
Derek (see 'Derek and Susan'). Coincidentally, Peter
and Louise lived rather close to my other captive
couple and plans began to germinate in my mind to bring
the four of them together. But I still had quite a lot
that I wanted to do tonight before I could even begin
to think of this. All this went through my mind as I
sat looking at him considering his offer.
"Tea would be nice," I said quietly, watching him as he
walked to the door and spoke quietly to his secretary.
I enjoyed the sight of his plump bottom as the muscles
flexed against the tight fabric of his trousers. Peter
came back into the room and sat on a hard visitor's
chair, legs crossed and his fingers interlaced around
his knee as he looked anxiously about him, sneaking
glances at me. I did not say anything but just sat
watching him and letting his apprehension build. There
was a discreet tap at the door and he sprang to his
feet with a look of unmistakeable relief on his face.
I watched his secretary, in whom, under other
circumstances I may have been interested, bring in a
tray with tea and biscuits which she set gently on the
corner of the desk before giving me a shy smile and
tip-tapping back to the door on her high heels, her
trim bottom wiggling deliciously.
She was a rather trim tall pretty girl with fairly
small breasts but with long red hair and very sexy long
legs hardly concealed by a very short skirt. I looked
at Peter without comment and he leapt to his feet and
poured me tea handing it to me in a noticeably
trembling hand. As I drank I kept my eyes fixed on
Peter and the continual scrutiny was making him more
and more uncomfortable. He crossed and uncrossed his
legs finally trying with an obvious effort to control
his nerves by again lacing his fingers around his knee.
I could see that he was uneasily waiting for my next
words but I decided that enough was enough. I finished
my tea, got up from the chair and walked to the door,
turning to look at the concerned young man before I
left.
"It is about four o'clock now and I have a meeting with
the Financial Controller. You know where I am staying,
your secretary booked the hotel. Be in the lounge bar
with your sexy wife at six o'clock and don't be late."
I closed the door on his shocked face and went to
complete my business for the afternoon having arranged
my entertainment for the evening and, without my hosts
realising it yet, my accommodation for the night.
After my business was concluded I returned to my hotel
and had a drink and a shower. I dressed for the evening
in my usual attire of black slacks and a black polo-
necked silk sweater. I did not wear a jacket. Glancing
at my watch I saw that it was approaching six o'clock
so I made my way to the lounge bar and took a seat in a
small alcove. There were two bunk type seats with a
table between them and I sat on the outside of one of
the benches and waited for the pretty pair who, unknown
to them were to entertain me during my short stay.
I relaxed and looked about me. The room was almost
empty. There was a couple of young women at the bar,
clearly wrapped up in each other. I ran my eye over
them with a secret smile. On another occasion it would
have amused me to intrude on and to distort their
relationship, leaving them permanently changed but
tonight I had a more interesting diversion in mind. I
sat thinking about Peter who had clearly been over-awed
by the Company Chairman who had visited him in at such
short notice to inspect and comment on the systems that
he had instituted and had been, until now, totally
responsible for without audit. However, the axe had now
fallen and without warning I had appeared to assess his
performance in guiding this small part of my Company's
business and he also knew from my attitude during the
day that much worse may be in store although, despite
his apprehension, he did not know what. He just knew
and had been unable to avoid communicating his feelings
to me, that he found my presence both personally and
professionally threatening. I had easily divined from
Peter's attitude and responses during the day that he
was a very submissive personality and I felt from my
brief acquaintance with Louise that she was probably
the same. While I was sitting musing about all this I
saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. Peter and
Louise had entered the lounge and were standing just
inside the door looking round uncertainly.
I noted with amusement the Louise was holding her
husband's hand. They had not seen me immediately as I
was concealed in the alcove behind a large potted palm.
After letting them stand and look around for a moment I
stood up. I did not gesture, I just looked at them and
that was sufficient.
Hand in hand the young couple walked over to me. I did
not hesitate but reached out and shook the surprised
young man's hand briefly.
"Hi Peter," I said warmly, "have a seat." I indicated
the bench opposite where I had been sitting and he sat
down automatically and rather warily. Without looking
at him further I turned to his young wife and slipped
my arm around her waist. I held her for a moment
relishing the warm feeling of her body in my encircling
arm. I dropped my arm a little so that my hand was
resting on her hip and as I looked into her eyes I let
her feel me run my fingers along her suspender belt
prominent under the delicate silk of her dress. I had
moved so suddenly that neither husband or wife were
prepared for what was happening and both gave a shocked
gasp. Louise's face became tinged with red and she
tried to move from my grasp but I held her firmly.
Looking into her eyes I tilted her chin up and as the
shocked and frightened young husband watched I kissed
his pretty wife, sliding my hand onto her bottom and
fondling the firm plump cheek of her ass as I did so. I
just brushed my relaxed lips against Louise's tightly
closed ones as I looked into her wide scared blue eyes
without making any attempt to deepen the intimacy of
the kiss .It was sufficient for now that I had
established my dominance and begun to assert my right
to her body by kissing her and feeling her up in public
and in addition, demonstrating to her husband that he
was unable to prevent what was happening. I tightened
my grip slightly and drew her firm young body
momentarily against me enjoying the firmness of her
lush breast as it was pressed into my side. I held her
to me for a moment and then took my lips from hers and
smiled into her eyes before releasing her.
"Hello Louise," I said quietly, "please sit down." She
made an effort to move to sit beside her husband but I
firmly directed her into the seat on my side of the
table so that she was trapped on the inside of the
booth with her husband sitting opposite her. At my
gesture the waiter brought a bottle of champagne
and poured our drinks. When he had left I picked up
my glass and proposed a toast to the anxious couple,
"Here's to a happy, sexy evening and to getting
to know you, particularly you, Louise, an awful lot
better." I watched with amusement as they looked at one
another trying to work out the implications of the
toast and I half turned to give Louise a careful
scrutiny.
Hoping that I wouldn't notice, she moved as far away
along the seat from me as she could. I didn't say
anything as I looked at my pretty companion totally
ignoring her husband. She glanced quickly up at me and
then dropped her eyes to her hands, twisting the long
thin stem of the champagne glass in her fingers. Her
breasts were heaving from the after effects of my
caress and her cheeks were flushed. I could hear her
rapid breathing, a combination of anxiety and reluctant
excitement, although she didn't yet recognise the
latter emotion. Louise was a very pretty girl I had
decided when I met her earlier in the afternoon and
now, studying her closely I could see that I had not
been wrong. Her body was shown to absolute perfection
by the revealing silk dress and as she raised her arm
to take a drink the low cut arm hole of the dress
revealed her pale yellow bra and the beginning of the
side of her breast. I leaned back on the bunk seat and
looked her over, making no secret of my interest and
that I was ignoring her husband. Her flush deepened and
I could hear his ragged breathing on the other side of
the table. My eyes dropped from her flushed cheeks to
her upper chest and she glanced quickly sideways at me.
I smiled at her as I let her see me openly assessing
her full figure. The flush spread from her cheeks to
her shoulders and her upper chest.
Her breasts were really magnificent and displayed to
perfection by the delicate summer dress. The upper
third of her breasts was bare showing a deep tanned
cleavage which swelled out in a lovely curve. Her
nipples were still evident through the material. Her
breasts, although large, seemed to be confined in a
relatively flimsy bra, needing little support. I
dropped my eyes lower. From the swell of her
magnificent bosom her body narrowed to a trim but not
too slender waist and I noted a cute womanly swell to
her stomach. It was not completely flat. There was a
little bit of fat there but she was definitely not
overweight. My eyes continued their journey down to the
swell of her hips which, although broad, were in
proportion to her breasts and to her height. She
really had a magnificent lush womanly figure. She
glanced at me again and saw me openly assessing her
cute belly and her legs and took a quick nervous gulp
of champagne. I interrupted my scrutiny of his young
wife to look across at Peter.
"Pour some more champagne for Louise and I," I said
with a touch of mockery in my voice. He rushed to obey
and it was noticeable that although his own glass was
empty he did not refill it. I chuckled to myself.
"A real submissive," I thought, "doing exactly as he is
told and not realizing it!"
I then ignored him and continued my scrutiny of his
wife. My searching gaze dropped to her legs. As she sat
on the bunk seat of the alcove her thighs were slightly
apart. The hem of her short dress had ridden up a
little and was about six inches above her knees.
The muscles of her thighs had slightly flattened as she
sat and the tightness of her dress outline the strap of
her suspender. I had noted her chubby knees, calves and
neat ankles in the office and close up they were just
as good. I smiled into her embarrassed eyes and leaned
back and took a sip of champagne as I looked from one
to other of the young couple. Although we had not
spoken much I had been so deliberate in and taken so
long over my scrutiny of Louise that, taken with the
time it had taken to get the champagne, half an hour
had passed. I sat quietly drinking and watching Louise,
gradually raising her anxiety level. I completely
ignored her husband and I could see them exchanging
continual frightened glances. Finally I glanced at my
watch.
"It is time you two left," I said with authority, "I
will be at your house in an hour. It doesn't matter
what you wear Peter but listen carefully to me Louise.
You are to wear your very sexiest underwear and your
prettiest dress. You are to be wearing the highest
heels you have and you will have attended to your make-
up. While you shower and change for me you, Peter, can
make the supper. Anything simple will do." I looked
into their shocked eyes and stood to allow Louise to
pass me as she got up and moved out of the booth. I
knew that she half expected me to touch her and that
she was terrified but I desisted knowing that it would
be all the sweeter later on. I leaned back and took a
sip of champagne as I looked up at the young couple.
"Now get out," I said sharply, "and be ready for me
when I come or you will both be very sorry. When I come
to your house, you Louise, are to open the door. Peter,
you will stay in the lounge until either I call you or
until we come in. One last thing - make sure that there
are fresh flowers in the bedroom." They looked at one
another again and turned and made for the door and I
smiled to myself as I saw the young woman reach
instinctively for her husband's hand. They reached the
door and she flashed me a last anxious glance before
they left and the door closed behind them. I stretched
out with satisfaction and finished the champagne. I
went to my room and had another shower and ordered my
car for a quarter to eight as the young couple lived
quite close to the hotel.
At precisely eight o'clock I rang their doorbell and
before the chimes had died away Louise opened the door
and stood aside for me to enter the small hall. I
smiled at her and looked her over from head to toe
slowly and deliberately but did not touch her. She was
wearing a very low-cut wrap-around dress made of a very
soft silky clingy pale blue material held by a single
clip at the waistline. As she turned to close the door
I could see that from the back it clung tightly to and
outlined every curve of her young body and when she
nervously turned to face me I saw immediately that from
the front it was even sexier because, in addition to
clinging, the split skirt gaped exposing her thigh with
each step as far as her stocking top. The neckline of
the sexy dress displayed her cleavage to it's full
advantage revealing at least half of her firm full
breasts. She had left her hair loose falling to her
bare shoulders in blonde sexy waves. She had clearly
paid a great deal of attention to achieving just the
right effect. Apart from a pair of small earrings she
was not wearing jewellery. I could smell the delicate
scent of her perfume in the small hall. I smiled at her
and held out my hand which she took nervously. I could
feel her small hand trembling in mine and I could sense
that she was terrified that I was going to touch her.
She was clearly as submissive as her husband. I smiled
at her, released her hand and indicated the door to the
lounge which she opened with relief. I followed her
into the comfortably furnished room.
Peter was standing by the fireplace and I did not miss
the anxious questioning look that he flashed to his
wife as we entered. I looked around and immediately
walked over and took possession of a large comfortable-
looking settee. I relaxed, leaned back and looked
across at Peter.
"Get us some drinks, I'll have a whisky," I commanded
brusquely, not even pretending to ask, "Louise, come
here and sit beside me." He obediently went to a small
drinks cabinet and began to prepare the drinks while
his wife reluctantly crossed the room, looked down at
me and sat beside me on the settee, as far away from,
me as she could. Peter put my drink on a small
occasional table at my right side and gave his wife
what looked like lemonade. I indicated a chair opposite
the settee and Peter sat down warily looking at us. I
ignored Louise and began to talk to her husband about
my visit to his office. I could have used this to make
him anxious and insecure but that was too easy and too
crude. There were much better ways. I complimented him
on his performance in the office and let him know that
was completely satisfied. He blushed with pleasure and
I saw him beginning to relax. I moved along the settee
until my hip was pressed against his young wife,
trapping her in the corner of the deep seat. As I
talked to her husband I slid my arm along the back of
the settee behind his wife, still not touching her but
this movement was enough to bring the anxiety back into
his eyes. I could feel the tenseness in her body
communicating itself to be through our touching hips.
As I continued to talk to her husband I dropped my hand
a little lower so that it was now resting on her
shoulder and neither of them could pretend otherwise. I
saw the fear in Peter's eyes as saw my hand resting
with an air of confident ownership on Louise's
shoulder. I carried on with my analysis of the Branch
Office performance under his care, but now I moved my
hand lower along his wife's bare shoulder. I gently
played with her blonde hair as I talked and ran my
fingers up and down along the thin strap supporting her
dress. I moved my hand slightly so that my fingers
were slightly splayed on the bare flesh of Louise's
upper chest just below her collar-bone and I gently
caressed her with my fingers. She gave an involuntary
gasp and I saw with amusement her nipples harden
against the thin fabric. I trailed my fingers along the
neckline of her dress towards the deep valley of her
cleavage and as her dress was so low-cut it was clear
to Peter that my fingers were now caressing the upper
surface of his wife's breast. I saw him stiffen and his
muscles flex as he stood to make at least a token
protest. I looked into his eyes and what he saw in
mine caused him to sink back in his chair.
"Sit down and stay where you are until I tell you to
move," I ordered quietly and he did not miss the menace
in my tone.
He sank back in his chair breathing heavily and watched
with horror in his eyes as I moved my hand to cup
Louise's full breast. Louise sighed and I could feel
her tremble but she didn't say anything. As though
nothing was happening out of the ordinary I continued
to talk about the commercial performance and the
competitiveness in the Market of the Branch Office but
now my hand roamed freely over the young wife's full
breast as I fondled and massaged the firm springy flesh
under my hand, conscious of the bud of her erect stiff
nipple in my palm. I kept on talking to her husband
but it was clear that now he was not listening to me.
His whole attention was fixed on my hand as it played
with his wife's firm breast. As I talked, I rolled her
stiff nipple between thumb and forefinger and Louise
gave a little groan and pressed her thighs together.
She was clearly being affected by the attention I was
paying to her breast. I gave her flesh a last firm
squeeze through her dress before withdrawing my hand to
her shoulder. She gave a sigh of relief but her
respite was short-lived as I slid my hand down on to
her breast again but this time straight under the loose
neckline of her thin dress.
I looked into the frightened young husband's eyes as I
fondled his wife's breast through the inadequate
protection of her flimsy bra-cup. Her nipple was like a
warm bullet against the palm of my hand. Louise stirred
uneasily under my caress and slightly parted her
thighs. This had the effect of causing the slit of the
loose wrap-around dress to gape and expose her dark
nylon-clad thigh as far as her stocking top. I looked
down at the exposed sexily covered flesh and gave her
breast a firm squeeze making her gasp as I smiled at
her husband.
"Very nice indeed, Peter. You have a very sexy wife and
I appreciate her getting dressed up for me." He glared
at me in impotent rage. I turned to Louise and smiled
into her terrified eyes.
"I think it would be really nice if you sat on my lap,
don't you Louise darling?" I asked her quietly. She
looked at me in horror.
"Please don't make me. Please leave us alone." She
begged wretchedly. I just smiled and squeezed her
nipple through the thin bra. She gasped with shock and
pain.
"Just do it," I said with menace and I knew that she
would obey. I could feel her trembling against me and
the faint smell of her perspiration was in my nostrils.
I withdrew my hand from the neckline of her dress and
allowed her to stand. I could see her shaking as she
straightened her dress. I moved along the settee so
that I was sitting by the deeply upholstered arm.
Louise appeared paralysed with fear. I reached forward
and took her hand and pulled her down onto my lap. She
was sitting with her back to the upholstered arm of the
settee and her plump bottom spread comfortably on my
thighs.
Her legs were hanging to my right although had I wished
I could have lifted them on to the settee. I slipped my
left arm round Louise under her armpit. I could feel
the warmth of her flesh on my arm and I took immediate
possession of her breast which I squeezed again with
pleasure through her dress making her gasp with anguish.
Her legs flexed a little and her thighs slightly parted
making the sexy dress gape and revealing her right leg
and thigh almost as far as her stocking top. She saw it
and gasped, instinctively moving her hand to her dress
to close it.
"Leave it," I ordered quietly, "clasp your hands in
your lap and keep them there until I tell you to move
them." I squeezed her breast a little harder to
emphasise my point and she blushed but obeyed. As I
felt Louise's left breast with my left hand I ran my
right hand down her right arm to her fingers which
rested compliantly in her lap and from there on to her
thigh outside her dress. She gasped again with fear and
shock. I could see her husband watching and I could
hear his ragged breathing. I slid my hand down Louise's
plump thigh relishing the feel of the material of her
dress slipping against her stocking until I came to the
slit in the wrap-around dress. I slid my hand into the
gaping dress on to the inside of Louise's thigh just
above her knee and I began to caress the soft flesh
through the sexy nylon of her dark stocking. As I
played with her I began to pressure her husband.
"Tell me about your husband Louise," I asked casually,
"do you have a good sex-life and can he satisfy you in
bed. Is his prick big enough for you?" She stiffened in
my arms and I heard the sharp intake of breath from
Peter. I could feel her beginning to shake but she did
not answer me. "Well?" I asked, squeezing her nipple
hard between thumb and forefinger through the
inadequate protection of her thin dress and bra, "don't
make me repeat myself or you will both be very sorry."
I saw them exchange glances and she made a couple of
attempts before she was able to get the words out in
her breathy teenage voice.
"We have a lovely sex-life and I am very happy with my
husband." I laughed and looked across at Peter.
"Is that true?" I asked maliciously, "and don't even
think of lying. Before tonight is over I am going to
know everything there is to know about you two. If I
find that you are not telling me the truth about
anything I will take my belt and thrash your wife's
plump sexy bottom until it bleeds. Now get on and tell
me the truth." Louise gasped with shock and horror on
my lap. I ignored her although I still held her left
nipple between thumb and forefinger and my right hand
was caressing the soft flesh of her inner thigh. Peter
made several attempts before he could speak and he
finally began to mumble, blushing furiously.
"My penis is not very big," he whispered almost
inaudibly, "I usually have to finish satisfying Louise
orally." I laughed at his discomfiture.
"I thought as much," I said, "stand up and take off
your trousers and shorts. Don't bother arguing, just do
it or I have told you what I will do to Louise. I might
thrash her anyway because I enjoy doing it but if you
continue to do exactly as you are told you may be able
to save her some pain." Peter slowly stood up,
unfastened his belt and pulled down his zip. I watched
him take of his trousers as I played with his sexy
wife. He put his trousers on the chair and paused. I
squeezed Louise's nipple harder and she gasped with
pain.
Peter hurriedly drew off his shorts and stood with his
hand concealing his groin. I let him stand for a moment
as I gently kissed his wife's ear, caressing it with
the tip of my tongue and relishing her gasp of shock.
"Put your hands by your sides," I ordered her husband
and squeezed his wife's nipple again a little harder
when he did not immediately comply. "I have told you
and I will not tell you again," I said with some
menace, "do exactly as I say immediately or Louise will
suffer." He dropped his hands to his sides and stood
looking at me. I cupped his wife's plump left breast in
my hand and continued to gently feel her as I caressed
her inner thigh and looked at her husband as he stood
blushing displaying himself. He had a very childish
appearance with small almost hairless balls and a very
small prick, about two inches when flaccid as it was at
this moment and fairly thin. His hips were fatty, plump
and girlish and his plump legs were smooth, almost
devoid of hair.
"Come over here and stand close by me," I ordered, and
was not surprised when he immediately complied. My
threats were having an effect at last.
I slipped my right hand from the opening in Louise's
dress and rested it on her thigh outside her
dress as I looked up at her husband. I reached out and
cupped his balls in my hand. He and his wife gasped
again. I gently fondled his balls and his little prick
began to stiffen. I whispered into Louise's ear, loudly
enough for her husband to hear, "It looks as if your
husband likes being felt by a proper man doesn't it
Louise?" Peter stood blushing deeply with shame as he
stood looking down at me feeling his wife as I fondled
his little balls. I grasped his prick and gently wanked
him to stiffness. Even with this stimulation his prick
was less than four inches long and very thin.
"So that is all you have to satisfy such a sexy wife,"
I mocked, "no wonder you need to use your tongue. You
are hardly a man at all. Just look at you, plump girlie
thighs, hairless legs and little mounds under your
shirt like little tits." As I spoke I continued to wank
him and his blush deepened. I released his prick and
slid my hand back into the folds of Louise's dress,
gently but firmly parting her thighs.
"I am going to tell you both now how things are going
to be tonight. Louise is mine for the night. I am going
to do anything and everything I like to her. We are
going to need a maid and that is your function Peter.
Tonight you are going to serve us while I service your
sexy wife." I could hear their uneven breathing as they
looked at one another.
"I like my maids nice and sexy. You are about the same
size as Louise so go upstairs and get out of those
clothes. Put on a pair of her sexiest black panties and
a black garter belt and stockings. Louise's bras are
too big for you so don't worry about that. For the time
being, find a nice sexy black slip and wear that. You
have fairly small feet so force them into a pair of
your wife's high heeled shoes. I don't care how
uncomfortable it is, just do it." Peter looked as
though he was about to cry.
"Please don't make me," he said quietly, "it is so
humiliating." I laughed.
"Just go and get on with it," I said, "and when you are
changed, put fresh sheets on your bed and check that
there are fresh flowers in the bedroom. Make sure that
the lights are nice and low and have a bottle of
chilled white wine ready for when I ask for it. Then
come down and lay out the supper for Louise and I. You
will not be having supper. It won't do you any harm to
lose some weight and I do not allow my maids to eat
with me."
He looked at me once more and left the room on
reluctant feet with dragging steps.
I turned my attention again to the sexy blonde on my
lap. She became tense and rigid and gave a loud gasp,
followed by quiet sobbing as she began to cry but I
felt her nipple hard and erect under my palm. The
strain was clearly getting to her. My attentions
combined with watching my domination of her husband
had broken whatever resistance she had and she wept
quietly with fear on my arms. I blew gently into her
right ear and whispered quietly,
"Give me a nice kiss, Louise." She looked at me
helplessly her baby-blue eyes wet with tears and
reluctantly raised her lips to mine. I gently kissed
her closed tense lips, at first not pressing but just
relishing the feel of her softness. I gently ran my
tongue along the groove of her closed moist lips and
her eyes widened. I pressed a little with my tongue and
her reluctant lips parted. I tightened my grip on her
breast and slid my tongue possessively between her lips
taking complete command of her hot little mouth which I
began to thoroughly kiss while I was feeling her. I
casually explored her lips and gums enjoying the
movement of her hot little tongue under my caress and
despite herself, the passion of the kiss and the
feelings my hand was evoking in her breast and nipple
began to work her up. She began to pant into my mouth
and I could begin to smell the unmistakable tang of a
woman excited despite herself. I removed my lips and
smiled down into her eyes wide with fear and reluctant
excitement.
"I think that you are beginning to like this, Louise,"
I said maliciously "I can smell your excitement. I
think that you are a very sexy little piece indeed."
She blushed a fiery red as she looked helplessly into
my eyes. I put my right hand halfway up the inside of
her plump right thigh just below the top of her
stocking and gently spread her legs further.
She looked tensely up into my eyes but was too afraid
of me to object. I lowered my lips to hers and began to
kiss her again while I moved my right hand slowly up
the inside of her right thigh towards the junction of
her thighs enjoying the sensuous feeling of the sheer
silk of the stocking on my roving hand. Keeping my left
hand firmly on her breast, I moved my right hand up
between her thighs over the soft bare flesh at the top
of her stocking where I stopped for a moment and cupped
my hand around the smoothness of her inner thigh. I
could feel the strap of her suspender under my palm and
the ball of my right thumb was just brushing the silk
of her panties which I was not surprised to find were
very moist indeed. I deepened my kiss and as the
terrified but reluctantly excited woman squirmed on my
lap I moved my hand a little further and cupped her
moist and quivering cunt through her tight wet panties.
She gasped into my mouth. I took my lips from hers and
looked down at Louise with a smile, relishing the
moistness of the core of her being cupped possessively
in my right hand. "Please don't" Louise begged
wretchedly "no-one but my husband has ever touched me
there. I feel that I am betraying him so badly."
"You have a really lovely cunt Louise," I said "and I
think that, from the smell of you, you like having it
felt, don't you darling?" Louise gasped and the blush
spread to her shoulders as I moved my fingers gently
over the contours of her cunt gently feeling her
through the soft cling wet material of her panties. I
began to kiss her again and she had learned that there
was no point in resisting. Her lips opened compliantly
under my caress allowing me the freedom of her fragrant
mouth. I moved her thighs further apart and began to
work her up as I kissed her by rubbing the tips of the
fingers of my right hand along her prominent cuntal
groove as it was outlined and defined by her wet
panties. Louise began to blush more deeply, the flush
spreading to her neck as her breathing quickened under
my caress. I slipped my fingers from her groove to the
leg of her panties and slid my hand up inside the hem
taking possession of her bare wet cunt. I felt her
stiffen in my arms as she became aware of what was
happening. Looking into her wide blue eyes as I
continued kissing her I slipped first one and then two
fingers deep into her wet clinging cunt and began a
slow finger-fuck. Louise gasped again but did not dare
to close her thighs. Her cunt rapidly became more moist
and she began to breathe quickly and shallowly. I could
see the blush beginning to spread from her cheeks and
shoulders towards her breasts as I carried on finger-
fucking the horrified but very sexy little blonde. I
knew that she was very tense and afraid and I did not
know whether she would be able to cum but I carried on
kissing her and finger-fucking her more and more
deeply. Eventually the strength of the stimulation
overcame her anxiety and she gave a deep shuddering
gasp, burst into floods of tears and came in my hand.
I took my lips from hers and she buried her face in my
shoulder as she sat shaking and sobbing on my knee. I
rested with my fingers deep up her cunt as she tried to
calm down. Eventually she gave another of her deep
shuddering gasps, took her face from my shoulder and
looked reluctantly into my smiling eyes.
"There you are, Louise" I said maliciously "It was
pretty easy to make you cum, wasn't it?". I let her
rest and think about it for a few moments. I still had
one hand possessively on her breast and the other up
the leg of her panties resting on her soft warm thigh
with my fingers up her cunt. She calmed down and looked
miserably at me. Although she looked a little tear-
stained she had stopped crying.
"I'm so ashamed. I've never felt anything like that
before," she said "I just couldn't help it."
I smiled at her. "It didn't take much to make you cum
though , did it?" I asked, "you are a really sexy
little piece, Louise." She blushed furiously and looked
down at her clasped hands twisting nervously in her
lap. I kissed her ear and whispered in to it, "This is
a very pretty dress Louise, but you have made it all
sweaty. Stand up, face me and take it off." I slipped
my fingers from her cunt, gently pushed her from my lap
and helped her to her feet. She turned to face me and
her little hand went to the clasp at her waist and
unfastened the simple but stunningly effective dress.
She unfastened the clasp and the dress dropped open.
She quickly shucked it off her shoulders and it fell
with a whisper around her feet. She bent and picked it
up and I looked appreciatively at her deep cleavage and
the little creases in the flesh of her belly as she
bent forward.
She saw me looking at her virtually naked body and
flushed again prettily. I smiled up at her, "Your
panties are very wet darling. Take them off but leave
your suspender belt and stockings on."
She looked at me without speaking but knew better than
to delay or protest by now, and slowly unfastened her
suspenders and, bending forward again slid the wet
panties down her legs, She lifted first her right foot
and then her left freeing herself from the clinging
material and then, as I sat watching her, fastened her
suspenders and stood in front of me, her hands at her
sides. Clearly, for the time being at any rate and
perhaps for good, her resistance was broken. She seemed
to have no initiative, waiting to be told what to do.
Well, that suited me just fine. I leisurely inspected
her from head to toe taking my time. She was a most
attractive sight in almost transparent black underwear,
her firm ample breasts encased in a deeply plunging
black transparent bra with seamless cups and very thin
straps. She was now only wearing in addition only a
delicate lacy black suspender-belt supporting sheer
dark stockings and shoes with about a four inch heel.
Her hair had become a little tousled from her emotions
and hung to her shoulders in wild sexy waves and curls.
She looked stunning. I indicated for her to turn round
and she slowly rotated on the spot till she was
standing with her back to me. I looked at her back view
with appreciation. She had a very straight back above a
swelling plump exceedingly well made bottom. The crease
between her buttocks was deep and below each buttock at
the junction with her thighs there was a sexy fold in
the soft flesh. Her thighs were rather plump tapering
to shapely knees and well made calves clearly defined
by the high-heeled shoes. I relaxed and picked up my
drink and considered her delicious rear view.
"Turn and face me, Louise," I said quietly and the
frightened girl immediately did as I asked. I reached
up and took her hand and drew her trembling body down
on to my knee. I sat her as before with her legs
pointing to the right and I motioned for her to put her
right arm round my neck. I put my left arm round her
under her armpit and straight on to her breast which I
began to feel slowly and deliberately though the thin
material of her bra. She became tense and rigid again
on my lap clearly not yet used to submitting willingly
and completely to my caress and gave a loud gasp,
followed by quiet sobbing but I felt her nipple begin
to erect under my palm.
"Give me another nice kiss, Louise, like I gave you
earlier," I said quietly. She looked at me helplessly
and reluctantly raised her lips to mine. I kept my lips
passive and just looked into her eyes. She pressed her
lips to mine and did not proceed. I squeezed her breast
a little tighter and she understood immediately. She
pushed her tongue into my mouth between my parted lips
and began to clumsily kiss me. That was sufficient. I
smiled to myself and took control beginning to
thoroughly explore her hot little mouth again while I
was feeling her. She began to pant into my mouth and I
could begin to smell again the unmistakable tang of a
woman excited despite herself. I removed my lips and
smiled into her eyes.
"I think that you are beginning to get used to this
Louise" I said maliciously "I can smell your
excitement. Can you smell yourself?". She blushed a
fiery red but did not reply as I continued to feel her.
I could, of course, have stripped her myself but I
always find that it is more exciting and humiliating
for them if you make the wives in your power strip
themselves for your pleasure and this is what I always
do as it emphasises their humiliation and submission
and consolidates my domination over them and their
husbands.
"Take off your bra, Louise" I ordered. She looked into
my eyes for a moment before reluctantly reaching behind
her and opening the catch of her sheer black bra as she
quietly sobbed on my lap. She slid the flimsy garment
down her arms dropping it beside her on the settee. I
looked appreciatively down at her breasts. For a woman
of her size they were large but had a nice sexy shape
to them with prominent up-tilted nipples surrounded by
rather large dark pink areolae. Although large, there
was hardly any sag.
I swung Louise round on my lap so that her back was
against me and her splayed wide-open thighs hanging on
either side of mine. I could smell the perspiration
from the frightened but excited girl as I pulled her
back against me and kissed her shoulder and neck under
her hair. I put both arms under her armpits and cupped
her bare breasts and, as I carressed her neck I began
to thoroughly feel her. She gasped and tensed again as
she wriggled on my lap as her nipples erected
involuntarily under my touch as I casually pulled and
twisted them. Louise gave a shocked gasp of mingled
pleasure and pain.
"You have such lovely breasts, Louise darling, I really
could play with them all day," I said as I fondled her.
"Let me go please" Louise whispered, "I've never done
anything like this before. I always want to be faithful
to my husband."
I laughed at that and moved Louise around so that she
was back in her original position on my lap with her
back against the arm of the settee and her legs hanging
to my right.
As I looked into her eyes I slid my right hand up the
inside of her right thigh straight on to her bare cunt
and began a gentle finger-fuck with first two and then
three fingers. Her cunt was very wet and although
tight, accommodated three fingers easily. I lowered my
mouth to her right breast and began to deliberately
suck her breast teasing her nipple with my teeth as she
squirmed on my lap under the multiple stimulation. I
moved from one breast to the other sucking hard until
both nipples were fully erect and despite herself
Louise was breathing heavily again. She was beginning
to sweat harder and was getting excited again in spite
of her obvious anxiety. I gave her another deep kiss as
she wriggled on my lap as I continued to finger-fuck
her moist cunt. I took my mouth from hers returned to
sucking on her nipples, first one and then the other.
Her legs parted further and Louise leaned her head back
against my shoulder and gave a deep groan as with three
fingers deep in her wet cunt I finger-fucked her
vigorously.
"You like that, Louise, don't you darling" I said with
a smile. She gasped and screwed her eyes up but did not
cum and I knew that she was too tense so I let her
relax, fingering her cunt with one hand while with the
other I gently felt her soft springy breast.
There was a quiet noise outside the door in the small
hall at the bottom of the stairs. I quickly swung
Louise around again on my lap so that she was facing
the door with her back against me and her splayed
wide-open thighs hanging on either side of mine. I
could smell the exciting increased odour of her
perspiration as I pulled the horrified but excited girl
back against me and kissed her shoulder and neck again
under her hair as I watched the door. I put both arms
under her armpits and cupped her bare breasts and, as I
kissed her neck I continued feeling her. She gasped and
tensed again as she wriggled on my lap as her nipples
erected again involuntarily under my touch as I
casually pulled and twisted them. I slightly opened my
thighs, causing Louise's thighs trapped outside mine to
splay more widely and the slit of her pretty cunt to
gape open.
She gave a shocked gasp of mingled pleasure, pain and
horror as the door opened and her husband reluctantly
entered. He stopped short as he was faced with his sexy
young wife virtually naked on my lap, her breasts
firmly cupped in my palms and her cunt gaping wide
open. He just stood and stared dumbly as we took in his
appearance with mixed emotions, mine a feeling of quiet
satisfaction and Louise of sheer horror.
Peter stood just inside the door blushing with
embarrassment, standing twisting his fingers. He was
dressed in sheer dark nylon stockings supported by a
delicate lacy garter belt and very sheer panties
closely clinging to his balls and not concealing his
little prick which was obviously stiffly erect. Over
this he was wearing a virtually transparent black slip
with a plunging neckline which clung to his little
breast mounds the material of which was dented by the
prominent cones of his nipples. He was balanced rather
uncomfortably and precariously in high heeled shoes
with about a four inch heel. He looked very
uncomfortable but, I thought, rather sexy. I could feel
Louise very tense on my lap, her body trembling under
my hands. She looked at her husband and burst out,
"Peter, how could you?" He looked very uncomfortable,
as though he was about to burst into tears.
"I couldn't help it darling," he whispered wretchedly,
"he made me do it, I couldn't help it!"
I smiled at him over his wife's flushed naked shoulder
and decided to have a bit more fun with her while her
crushed husband could do nothing but stand and watch
helplessly.
I moved my right hand down over the soft warm curve of
her belly tickling the indentation of her navel as I
passed it. She gave a deep gasp and I felt her thighs
clench against mine. I slipped my hand over her hairy
prominent pubic mound and again took possession of her
cunt. I gently ran my finger down the groove of her
slit and she shivered convulsively. Her cunt began to
moisten again and I could see that, in spite of her
horror and fear, that she was an excitable and sexy
woman with relatively little control over the responses
of her body. I began to finger-fuck her as gently as I
could just using about half an inch of my finger and
she rapidly became much wetter in my hand. I took my
left hand from under her arm and turned her head so
that I had access to her mouth and began to gently kiss
her as I moved my exploring finger forwards to the hard
little bud of her clitoris which I began to gently
caress and stroke. She gave a great shudder and pulled
her lips from mine and buried her face in my chest.
Without warning her body went into spasm against me as
the waves of a powerful orgasm swept through her. Her
cunt flooded into my hand and I kept on stroking and
fondling her clitoris. She threw her head back and her
hair hung in a shimmering blonde curtain as she looked
up at the ceiling, gave another shuddering gasp and
came again with an involuntary squeal as she burst into
tears. I took my hand from her wet cunt slipped my hand
under her armpit and began to gently feel her right
breast as I gave her a deep kiss on her lips wet with
the sheen of perspiration from her two powerful
orgasms. She no longer resisted but accepted my kiss. I
looked at the dejected figure of the husband standing
looking vaguely foolish in his frillies watching me
deeply kissing his wife who I had just so easily
brought off in my hand.
I took my lips from hers and gently moved Louise around
again so that she was sitting with her back to the
upholstered arm of the settee and her plump bottom
spread comfortably on my thighs. Her legs were hanging
to my right and I gently spread them to open the groove
of her cunt to her husband as he watched. I slipped my
left arm round Louise under her armpit holding her
firmly by the left breast as I lowered my lips to her
right breast. I began to suck on her prominent nipple
gradually stiffening it with my lips and tongue. Louise
was convulsively trembling in my arms from the effects
of the two powerful orgasms and her small hands were
clenched on her thighs. I sucked more forcefully on her
stiff nipple, drawing the areola into my mouth. She
groaned and, despite herself, put her hand on my head
