As you may recall from chapter 1, this entire story is about a past girlfriend. What I forgot to mention, is that this relationship began the year before the COVID pandemic. About a year and a few months into our relationship, the pandemic hit and suddenly Rebecca started working from home. We became extremely isolated. Not in a bad way, but it did change things. In fact, it changed a lot...
About a month into the shut down, Rebecca and I had started to figure out a new routine. We had breakfast together and then Rebecca would go into the guest room to work. We had converted it quickly into an office and the other half a gym. Rebecca, as you may recall, worked out religiously but now couldn't go to the gym. She had a treadmill already but we added a lot of weights and a squat rack/bar. Then she'd workout and come out of the room.
I remember thinking that things were going in an interesting direction the day we finished setting up the small gym. It reminded me that I hadn't worked out in a long time. Curious whether I could still lift the same weight, I started doing some arm curls.
"What are you doing John? Stop that!"
I thought she was kidding. "What? Stop what?"
"Stop lifting weights! I don't want you to bulk up. What the hell are you doing?"
I was sincerely surprised at her anger. "Rebecca I don't even plan to work out I just wanted to see if I could still lift these weights, which I can barely do. I think I've lost a lot of muscle mass this last year or so."
"That's good John. You have a natural slender body and I love it. I do think it would be a good idea for you to run a few times a week though."
I agreed and we made a plan for me to run about 10 miles a week. I really didn't need to lose any weight but this would certainly slim me down more.
After that first month, things started to intensify. Rebecca started to treat me more like a servant than a boyfriend. I wasn't sure what to make of it but I didn't have much of a choice.
She began calling me into the office room and asking me (or rather, ordering me) to do minor things outside of my usual tasks. Or she would demand a progress report on my other tasks. The third day this started happening I was very annoyed. I changed my attitude pretty fast after that day. She had called me into her office for the 7th time while I was trying to finish cleaning the kitchen.
"Rebecca, what do you need?? I can't keep coming in here, I'm trying to clean the kitchen.. stop asking me to come in every five minutes!"
She got up from her chair and calmly walked over to me.
SLAP! Her hand came from nowhere right across my face.
"Don't you ever take that tone with me, John. I pay the fucking bills around here and if I ask you to do something, you do it. I do NOT want this attitude. Now, stop what you're doing and clean off my workout equipment. I'm going to work out later and it hasnt been cleaned in a while. Now do it."
I was still holding my hand to my cheek. My face was aching. I began cleaning as she went back to work. Her anger must have been building because as I started to clean she got back up and yelled at me to get into the bedroom. I walked quickly in there and she was right behind me.
"I'm sick of your shit John. Where did this attitude come from?"
I wasn't sure what the right answer would be but honestly it was nothing significant, I was just getting annoyed with all the requests.
"I don't know," I said in a small voice. "Sorry. Maybe I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed?"
"the wrong side of the bed?? FUCK THAT, JOHN!" She was furious. "I'm SICK OF THIS! Change your fucking attitude or honestly we need to reconsider this whole situation. Do you want to continue living here???" I was shocked that she said this. Of course I loved living with her, and furthermore I literally would have no place to go. I didn't have any close friends in the area and I didn't even have a job.
"Of course I do!"
"Then fucking act like it. You have a lot of making up to do. I want you to change your attitude and it starts now. I want you to go into the bathroom and take these clothes off and change into what I leave out on the bed. Then get the fuck back into my office and finish cleaning the gym equipment like I told you."
I was totally confused. Both by her amazing outburst and her asking me to change. Why would I change? In any case, I went into the bathroom and stripped off my clothes.
When I left the bathroom and looked around she wasn't there. I guessed she went back to her office. I looked at the bed but I didn't see any clothes for me, only her stuff, presumably left out from earlier that morning? I yelled out of the bedroom to her office.
"Hey Rebecca, I don't see any clothes for me here. What did you want me to wear?"
"Open your fucking eyes John! Whatever is on the bed is what you wear. I'm getting on the call so keep quiet. In fact, do not talk to me today unless I tell you." And with that, she slammed her office door. I could hear her starting a meeting over zoom.
I looked back at the bed. Stockings and a blue thong. What in the hell. Wait, they were blue stockings. Fuck. They were the ones I'd worn before. I stood there frozen. I really couldn't believe she wanted me to put on a thong. Maybe that part was a mistake. I moved around the covers hoping there were at least some pants there. Nothing. I let out a huge sigh.
I didn't have a choice. I put on the blue thigh high stockings. Then I looked at the thong. I picked them up and smelled them. These were not clean, she must have worn them recently and taken them out of the laundry basket. Smelling them made my dick bulge against my cage. I couldn't help it. Her scent always made me so horny.
I pulled the thong up. It slide up my ass, and I had to position the front so it actually covered my cage. It was tight but fit almost perfectly. It occurred to me that I was almost more slender than Rebecca now. She was far more tone and muscular than me.
I felt ridiculous but also, and unexpectedly, very horny. I walked into her office quietly. She was still at her desk in the opposite corner in her meeting. She looked over at me and didn't react, but by having no reaction I knew that yes, this was indeed what she had wanted me to wear.
I began cleaning. I sprayed each weight and then wiped it down. She had a lot of weights. I then moved to the treadmill. I was bent over cleaning the track when I noticed her feet next to me.
"Good boy John. Finally, you're doing what I've asked and doing it well. Stand up and turn around." I stood up and faced the wall.
"Look at you in your little thong. Can you smell my pussy little one?" In fact, I could. Every so often I would get a wave of her scent from the panties.
"Yes ma'am."
Her hands grabbed my ass cheeks. They also rubbed my legs. It felt good. She moved the thong to the side and I felt her finger move inside my ass cheeks and touching my hole. I moaned.
"That's right little one. It feels good doesn't it?" She pressed harder on my hole. She didn't try to enter me, just pushed on the top of the hole but her finger tip started to enter just slightly...about as far as it could go without lube.
