Of one thing, Vanessa was most certain: She savored the feeling of taking a typically, naturally dominant man, and turning him into a servile sissy.
By chance, Mike already happened to have the secret calling encased in his DNA. His alpha male appearance, with lean muscular physique and beaconing hazel eyes, would have made any other woman weak in the knees. But not Vanessa. Every moment he was with her, she made sure to tell him how lucky HE was to have her. Tonight the double standards would be shattered and taboo territory in sex would be visited. Tonight, Mike would be her 'damsel in the distress.'
Pure mischief glazed over in Vanessa's eyes as she lead Mike into the Victoria's Secret store. The walls were lined with beyond life size posters of beautiful women. Nearly every sense was stimulated in the store from the exotic smells of sweet perfume to the soft erotic garments. Mike looked as if he was a kid in a candy store. Vanessa chauffeured him around various racks and shelves, right hand nestled in his back pocket as they browsed.
"Do you see anything you like baby?"
She asked in a soft sing-songy tone. Rosy pigment clouded Michael's hot cheeks. Vanessa knew he was turned on and she intended on teasing him all day and night.
Her manicured fingers brushed over a pair of pink and white cheeky panties, fondling the delicate material.
"These are cute.." His deep hazel eyes glinted with nothing but sissified yearning. She stood on her tippy toes so that her lips were right at his ear. "Perhaps I could get you a cute little outfit to match these panties, and have you model it for me?" She asked rhetorically. Mike let out a little whimper. His voice was just an utter ",'Nessa please stop, you're going to make me hard in the store...and I haven't received your permission yet." She kissed his hand before toddling away from him, to look for some lingerie for him to wear for her.
A few long moments later, Vanessa met Mike near the store entrance. In her left hand was a one of Victoria's Secret signature pink and red bags with embroidered gold letters. She thought Mike looked so cute, almost like an abandoned puppy. His hair was jostled out of place and he was rubbing his collar bone nervously. When he got his first glimpse of her leaving the store, his whole demeanor changed.
"So 'Nessa...what'd you get?" She simply ignored him and padded leisurely across the shiny floors of the mall, out to the parking lot. With Mike's long legs carrying him, he caught up to her fairly quickly. "Please, tell me?"
She stopped when they were both standing beside her car. She took his hand in hers and swung them together playfully. "It's a surprise silly boy!" Releasing his hand she opened the door for him and forced him into the automobile. "Good, boy. Stay." Giggling to herself, she almost skipped over to her side of the car and slipped into the driver's seat.
The whole ride home, Mike tried sneakily to peek in her bag, earning himself a pinch every now and then.
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Sweet aromas of bath salts swirled through the humid air in the bathroom. They sat together thumb-wrestling as they waited for his bath water to run. Their heated match left both their thumbs sore and a little misplaced sexual tension.
"Okay Mikey, time to take your bath!" He playfully groaned then stood up. "—But first baby, YOU have to striptease for ME." The words flowed from my her as natural as water from the metallic faucet. Mike began to protest, but ceased his disobedience when she raised an authoritative eyebrow.
His movements were slow and deliberate, moving his slender, yet muscular figure from side to side, to the music of silence. She watch him with long eyelashes batting over her eyes as he watched her. His hands moved leisurely over his flat stomach to his waistline, until his hands met the bare flesh. Off came his shirt, over his head as they exchanged a wicked smile. He had her now and her personal show had only just begun. His slender fingers trickled over and hooked to his belt loops. Buttons were undone and zippers unzipped until his remaining clothes were in a wrinkled puddle of denim and cloth at his feet.
Vanessa knew exactly how uncomfortable he felt completely nude in front of his clothed woman—Defenseless. His skin all a uniform olive tone, even from a distance maintaining a look of softness.
"That's my good boy." She walked over to help him into the tub. Her deep eyes sincere of her every action. She allowed him to relax as she caressed every inch of his moist skin. Then with a luffa she lathered his skin completely except for his cock, saving it purposely for last. She cupped his balls lovingly in one hand and the shaft of his cock with the other.
"Be very still." She instructed. He nodded and watch as she moved her tongue in a circular motion on his pulsating manhood. She paid extra attention to the head, licking gently, ushering tiny groans from his lips.
"Good boy Mikey. Now time to get out..." She gave the head of his cock one last kiss, tasting some of his precum, before getting up and getting him a towel.
Glistening and bashfully aroused he followed her to the bedroom.
"Lie down now my love..." Mike lied down on the plush crisp white bedding. Tranquilness alive in the ambiance of the flickering candles and warm room. Vanessa straddled him still fully clothed and instructed him to close his eyes as she licked him 'dry'. She savored the fresh cleansed skin of his neck, then down all the way to his stomach. At his belly button her tongue darted in and out if his cute little naval, foreshadowing events later to come.
"I just couldn't resist tasting you before I do some very naughty things to you, as my sissy."
