Note: This story is the twenty-first installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous twenty episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.
This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.
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Sandra spent the rest of the drive home from the restaurant filling in Julie on all the details of our domination/submission games. It was clear to me that this evening, both girls were anticipating a very intense session.
As soon as we walked into the apartment, Julie grabbed me and said, "Stevie, I meant everything I said to you in the restaurant. I really do love you." She hugged me. "Stevie you have already been nicer to me than any man that I have ever known in my entire life."
I hugged her back. "I love you to Julie and like I said, I promise to always be there for you." I stopped and looked at her. "Julie, you seem kind of nervous, what's wrong?"
"Stevie I'm just afraid."
"What are you afraid of?"
"I think I'm about to act really mean to you and I want to be sure you know that's not how I really feel about you. I want to be sure you know how much I love you."
I laughed and kissed her. "Thanks sweetheart. that means a lot to me."
Julie blushed. "You just called me sweetheart. I don't think that anyone has ever called me that before and meant it."
I hugged Julie really hard. "You are my sweetheart."
I looked over her Julie's shoulder at Sandra. I was a little concerned about how Sandra was taking this little scene. I am not naive. I was very aware that the relationship the three of us were attempting was filled with the potential for jealousy and hurt feelings.
I was relieved to see that she was smiling. We made eye contact. She gave me a little nod of approval.
Sandra stood up and walked over to us. I let go of Julie and gave Sandra a big hug. "I love both of my sweethearts."
Sandra kissed me and turned to Julie. "Jules there is nothing that we can do to make Stevie happier right now than be really mean to him." She laughed, "Its going to make me pretty happy to." She paused "Jules if you're nervous about this, you could just watch for awhile."
Julie shook her head. "No I've wanted to do this ever since you first started describing the games you two play. I get really hot just thinking about them. That's why I'm nervous. I'm afraid that I might get carried away and get too mean. I just want to be sure that Stevie knows how much I love him and respect him."
Sandra walked over to Julie, lifted her skirt to her waist, pulled her panties aside and started to massage her exposed cunt. "Baby, I love and respect Stevie to and he knows that. Stevie and I both want you to feel free to let yourself go tonight. Don't worry, he can always use the word dull if you go too far. He likes it when we get really mean. Baby It's time to let your dominant side rule."
Sandra kissed Julie on the lips. Julie returned the kiss with passion. It was immediately apparent to me that this wasn't the first time these two women had been intimate.
Sandra gently pushed Julie to the couch. I watched as she knelt between her legs, pulled Julie's panties aside and started to lick her pussy. After several seconds of this treatment, Julie started to sigh.
Sandra looked up at her friend and said, "Are you feeling a little more relaxed now?"
Julie giggled and said, "It's playtime."
Julie stood up. "Before we start, I have another present for Stevie." She opened one of the boxes that she'd moved to the apartment earlier today and took out a gift wrapped package.
Julie handed it to me. "Stevie I hope you'll really like this."
I unwrapped the package and opened it. Inside wrapped in tissue, was a full set of women's pink lingerie. There was a pair of nylons, a lacey brassiere, a matching garter belt, a pair of very frilly pink lace panties and a short little chiffon nighty."
Julie turned to Sandra. "I think pink is a good color for Stevie."
Sandra laughed. "I agree Jules."
Sandra turned to me. "Where are your manners sissy boy, you should thank Ms. Gordon."
I looked at Julie. "Ms. Gordon, thank you for this wonderful outfit."
"I'm glad you like it sissyboy, why don't you put it on."
I hung my head. "Please Ms. Gordon, these are girls clothes. I 'd be humiliated to have to wear these. I beg you, please don't make me put these on."
Julie smiled and stepped up to me. She stared at me for a moment then slapped me hard across the face. "Get your man clothes off sissyboy and get them off now!"
"Yes Ms Gordon."
As I took my pants off Sandra turned to Julie and said. "I don't think that wimpy should ever be allowed to wear boy clothes at home. What do you think Ms. Gordon?"
Julie laughed. "Ms. Monroe, I quite agree. If we were to allow him to wear male clothing, someone might actually mistake him for a man."
Sandra giggled, "We'll make him throw all his boy underwear away in the morning. From now on, panties should be just fine for sissyboy." She smirked. "He doesn't need any crotch space for that little clittie of his anyway."
As I started to pull the panties on, Sandra stopped me. "Wimpy leave your panties off. You can wear them tomorrow; tonight, we want to be able to see that little clittie of yours. Ms. Gordon and I are going to want to have it readily available for our pleasure. It's a cute little toy. I think we both might want to be able to play with it from time to time this evening."
I put the panties on the coffee table and picked up the garter belt. I took me a minute to figure out which was the front and which was the back. I put it around my waist and fastened it.
As I bent over to pick up the nylons, Julie stepped in. "Roll them first so you don't run them when you put them on." She took one and showed me.
I put the nylons on and fastened them to the garter belt.
I was about to put on the brassiere when Sandra stopped me again. "Julie, I think we should save the bra for tomorrow. We can make him wear it under a white shirt, that should make him look really cute at the car dealership. Besides, I don't want him to have any protection for his nipples tonight; I feel like inflicting a little pain."