I had a fitful sleep the rest of the night, which consisted mostly of me laying on my back, staring at the ceiling, and dreading making the phone calls. Suky drifted off peacefully, seemingly not bothered by the events of the night.
In the morning, she was very cheerful and acted like nothing unusual had happened. I heard her talking on the phone to one of her friends, and I remained in bed trying to lay low. When she was done with her conversation, she came into our bedroom.
"Get your lazy ass out of bed. Give me your boxers, and strip the sheets from the bed," she ordered.
I did as she instructed, and stood before her naked, feeling very vulnerable. My erection was back, and with it the prospect of me leaking on her furniture. She told me to stay where I was, and went to put the laundry in the washing machine. When she returned, she tossed me a pair of her boy-shorts.
This was how she always took control, small steps that barely seemed to push boundaries. Done in a way that never invited questions, but merely created an expectation of compliance. She would rarely outline the reasons for anything, as this would have led to discussion, and perhaps even some compromise, maybe even meeting on common ground, halfway, like most couples, heaven forbid.
If Suky wanted something, she just took it, or made it happen through her skillful manipulation of me. It was how she had first tied my hands behind my back, during the fashion show on the day I took her to the airport. There were no questions about my comfort level with being tied up, no attempt to get my consent, nothing beyond her deciding that she needed to prevent me from touching my cock, therefore she was entitled to tie my hands behind my back.
It was how she had first come on my face. She just told me to lie on my back, and had ridden my tongue to orgasm. She even made me lie in the wet spot that I had created during her fashion show. The first time she made me lick up my jizz, she never actually asked me. She just reminded me that we were not using the towel today, and I figured out the rest.
Of course, the fact that she had wiped my ejaculate across my lips several times during the fashion show, was the first small step. Then when she fed me my semen after I leaked all over her foot during a foot massage, she had moved the boundaries again. If she had asked me to lick up my cum from her breasts, the first time we had met, I may have said no. But now as she pushed me slowly down the path to submission, each small step seemed just that. A small step. No big deal.
It was exactly how she had got rid of all of my masculine underwear. Ever since she first made me wear the silk boxers, I had been almost constantly aroused. She enjoyed the additional stimulation that the expensive silky material provided me, and forbade me to wear any other underwear. She planned to get me a few more pairs the next time she was in Asia, but until then, my options were the silk boxers or going commando. After a couple of weeks of enjoying my new-found frustration, she discarded all of my other underwear.
She never asked me how I felt about it. I noticed them all gone one morning, when I went to get a clean pair of socks, but I never dared to confront her about it. I was permitted to go without underwear whenever I wanted, but it had its downsides. She fucked with me constantly, and at least the boxers helped contain my erection. When I was naked, my boner was much more obvious. On the rare occasion that I went without underwear, she would make sure that my cock was rock-hard, and on display.
As I caught her boy-shorts, I shot her a questioning glance. However, the look on her face made it clear that she was deadly serious about me wearing them. They were a light pastel shade of pink, very feminine and made of really soft Lycra. As I examined the tag, I learned that they were a Victoria's Secret brand, named "Pink."
I wanted to ask her if she had anything more masculine that I could borrow. Hell, what I really wanted to ask her, was why she had thrown away all of my underwear, in the first place. However, as she stood there impatiently with her arms folded, I decided to back down and I meekly put on her underwear. They were very form-fitting, and quite snug around my genitals. I had an erection, and it was very visible in the skin-tight material. The Lycra felt almost as good on my nuts as the silk always did, but as I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I did not like what I saw.
These panties were even more emasculating than the pink boxers, if that was possible. They were several sizes too small for me, which made matters worse. She held up one finger and motioned for me to twirl around. As I followed her direction, my ass came into view in the mirror, and I gasped as I saw the word "Pink" emblazoned across my butt, in a contrasting darker shade of pink. Suky loved the way I looked, and rested her hand possessively on my ass, as she checked me out.
Suky snapped me out of my trance, by reminding me that I had three important phone calls to make. I was trembling with anxiety at the thought of it, but she had already dialed one of her friends, and she handed me the phone as it was ringing.
"Rosebud first," she said cheerfully.
I prayed that it would go straight to voicemail, but suddenly a very cheerful voice answered the phone. It was such a humiliating phone call for me to have to make, and I stuttered and stammered my way through my apology. Rosebud was very understanding, and the call was over in just a couple of minutes.
After I hung up, Suky had a million questions. She wanted to know the tone of the conversation, exactly what Rosebud had said, if there was any vibe, and so forth. Apparently I wasn't explicit enough in my explanation, because she gave me fresh instructions.
"The next call will be on speaker phone," she informed me, as she dialed her next friend.
"Rim," she said sweetly, as she held the phone up to my mouth, the dial tone clearly audible over the phone speaker.
This call was equally as embarrassing for me, and Rim had a few more questions about how and when the "accident" occurred. I was sweating when I finally got off the phone with Rim, and Suky offered me the opportunity to take a short break, before my third and final telephone apology.
I was grateful for the timeout, and sat trying to mentally prepare myself to call Joy. I was the most anxious about this call, as Joy had been the most vocal of the group the night that I had entertained Suky's friends, by blowing my load into my boxers. I really hoped that this call went straight to Joy's voicemail. Suky returned to the room with my pink pillow, and a huge grin on her face. She placed the pillow on the floor in front of the mirror.
"Kneel on your pillow," she ordered. "So far your apologies have lacked genuine remorse, and I feel that your repentance will manifest itself more, if you are kneeling when you make this call."
Suky knelt next to me, and put her arm around my shoulder.
"Joy is my boss and my Auntie," she began. "You really fucked up the other night and she deserves a heart-felt apology. You can do this, baby. I will be right by your side, for moral support."
As Suky knelt next to me and gave me a pep talk for my upcoming phone call, she used her other hand to gently caress my cock through the Lycra, until I was rock-hard, and starting to leak. She gave my nuts a playful squeeze, and managed to create a fresh wet spot in my boy-shorts.
"Looks like you are ready," she exclaimed.
