The Cock Whisperer Ch 02

The Lady's soft lips, so close they brushed her earlobes as she whispered unintelligibly, sent tingles through Bella's head and down her spine. A gentle tug on her hand guided her to lean against the Lady's side, sighing contentedly as she rested her cheek on the Lady's bountiful bosom. Her stomach did a flip as the Lady's fur-clad arm wrapped around her shoulder and pulled her in tighter, and she in turn wrapped her bare arms around the Lady's latex-wrapped midriff. Concerns about being underdressed in her t-shirt and leggings melted away as the Lady kept whispering to her.

The TV was on, but it was just showing nonsense, generic scenes of people - she didn't care enough to pay attention to what they were doing or what they were saying. The sounds it made were similarly nonsensical, just noises that sometimes came close to forming a word. It all faded away as the Lady whispered in her ear. She couldn't tell what the Lady was saying, either, but that was okay. She was snuggling, on the couch, feeling so nice. Her cock, harder than it had been since her transition started, was already throbbing before the Lady shifted to press her thick, curvy thigh against Bella's crotch. Her eyelids fluttered as she pressed her face into the Lady's cleavage and started shamelessly humping her leg, immediately feeling an orgasm coming on, not caring that she was about to cum in her pants.

Her orgasm built slowly, each buck of her hips against the Lady's thigh bringing her one tiny step closer, and she upped the speed as the pleasure intensified.

Closer.

Faster.

Harder.

Closer.

And then it vanished, her orgasm slipping away like water through her fingers. Her confusion was short-lived, however, as the Lady placed a gentle finger on her chin and guided her to look up at her face. A new orgasm approached as the Lady's plush, red lips pressed against Bella's, and her humping resumed. And when that orgasm vanished without ever arriving, a new one took its place. And another one after that. And another. And another. The longer she lay there, the more languor filled her limbs, the fuzzier her thoughts grew and the happier she was to stay mindlessly humping the Lady's leg for eterni-

MMPH!

Bell- Bullet jerked awake on the couch as a booted toe drove the air out of her lungs. She glared at the Lady as her captor, already immaculately made up and in costume, sneered down at her. Her cheeks burned as she looked away first and, as quickly as she could in her bound state, she wriggled into a sitting position to try to cover it. As she moved, however, it drew attention to how damp and sticky she was. Not only from how much she'd sweated inside her costume; the ball gag had meant her cheek was lying in a puddle of drool and her crotch was soaked in precum.

"You look disgusting," the Lady told her as she leaned over to undo Bullet's bindings, and Bullet was too preoccupied to respond, mentally kicking herself and trying to stop her heart from speeding up at how close the Lady's face was. "Go take a shower."

Bullet didn't say anything, just looked away to avoid staring at her captor's thighs as she trudged upstairs to the bathroom.

The hot water washed away the sweat and other fluids on her skin, but it didn't take the tension out of her muscles. She couldn't afford to let it; whatever the Lady was ultimately planning, she seemed to be trying to put Bullet in a relaxed state as much as possible, and that was the only avenue of resistance she could see right then. She soaped up and started washing her face, rubbing the suds down her body to her huge tits, her tight abdomen. Making sure her thick butt and thighs were clean, until the only part left to clean was...

She tentatively started soaping her cock, which was only half-erect now that the Lady wasn't around, almost expecting it to attack her. She'd been uncomfortable with it before, obviously, but never afraid. It had never been able to physically hurt her before.

It didn't do anything as she washed it, however. Just sat there and reminded her of her mistakes.

Fuck it. What did she have to lose?

"Uhh, hi... cock."

She gave it a little wave. It didn't respond. How had her life come to this?

"So, here's the deal: I know we haven't gotten along in the past, but we really need to put that behind us right now. I'm sorry for how I've treated you, and I know I'm not who you want to hear this from, but the Lady is just using you to get to me. She's a bad person; she's a supervillain! So, uh, can we have a bit of solidarity and get out of this?"

Her cock gave no sign it had heard anything. She leaned her forehead against the wall.

Bullet jerked upright so hard she almost slipped as the door opened. She covered herself up with her hands as best she could as the Lady walked in, but she ignored her and instead picked up Bullet's costume from the floor.

"Hey, what are you doing?!"

At that, the Lady looked at her.

"Sweetie, Bullet's being ungrateful again."

"Wait, no, I'm sORRY! I'M SORRY!"

Bullet had to put both hands on the wall to stay standing, letting her breasts bounce free for the Lady's appraisal as the phantom grip stopped crushing her now fully erect cock.

Swallowing hard until she was sure she wasn't going to throw up, Bullet met the Lady's gaze again before dropping her eyes to her impatiently tapping foot.

"Please, Lady, why are you taking my costume?"

Bullet barely heard the Lady's answer as she was rewarded with a phantom pair of lips wrapping around her cock and sucking.

"You will not be putting this back on until it's been washed. I've prepared another outfit for you. What do you say to that?"

"Um, thank you, Lady?"

She couldn't hold back a groan as the imaginary blowjob intensified. As it kept going, she almost thought she was going to be allowed to cum, but at the last second there was a sensation like her cock grabbed the oncoming orgasm and physically threw it away. She could almost see it land just out of arm's reach and scatter in the wind, leaving her unsatisfied with a stream of precum drooling out of the head of her cock. She sighed and grabbed another handful of soap.

Miraculously, when Bullet came out of the bathroom wrapped in nothing but a towel, the Lady was nowhere to be seen. That small mercy, however, was made up for by what was laid out on the bed.

The dress wasn't too bad, being plain black and, best she could tell, about knee-length. It was, however, made of latex, and the accessories recontextualised it somewhat. The transparent latex tights, with a hole in the crotch, of course. The black heels. The white gloves. Even all of those together weren't too bad, but the frilly white headband and apron left no ambiguity to what it was.

Even the dress, when she put it on, was sexier than she really wanted to present herself right then. It fit her well everywhere except the chest, where it had definitely been made for someone less busty, resulting in even more cleavage than she was used to as her poor breasts tried to escape their stretchy confines. She left the rest of the maid outfit where it lay and headed downstairs.

The Lady was waiting for her in the lounge, and smirked when she saw Bullet's outfit, but didn't comment on it. Instead, she motioned for Bullet to join her on the couch. Bullet sat on the far end, leaving a cushion between her and the Lady, who rolled her eyes.

"So here's the deal," she began. "Like it or not, we two are the most important people in your cock's life, and it's hardly fair on her if we're fighting all the time. Beyond that, as the only one of us who can talk to her, I don't like how you've been treating her. You didn't even let her have any say in where you sat just now; you wanted to sit away from me, so you did, never mind how much she wanted to sit close to me."

Bullet's cock pulsed in agreement and, not trusting herself to speak even if she could figure out a response to this custody-hearing approach, she cautiously moved to the centre of the couch.

While she was moving, there was a moment where the Lady's facade of concern cracked, a hint of a chuckle escaping through her nose as her eyes flashed with malice. Then she returned to the charade.

"Very good, Bella! You've learned to compromise. But there's still the matter of us being enemies. For her sake, we need to change that, so in the spirit of new beginnings and the start of a better relationship, I'd like to start by just holding hands for a moment."

She held both of hers out expectantly, and Bullet, knowing it had to be a trap but not sure how to avoid it, tentatively took them.

The Lady immediately yanked them past her, pulling Bullet off balance so she would have landed with her chest in the Lady's lap if not for the Lady wrapping both arms around her shoulders and pulling her in tight.

The suddenness and forcefulness of the hug made her stiffen up, and shock briefly stopped the pleasure from overwhelming her, but not for long. The Lady pulled Bullet's head to her breast, and she tried to resist the feeling of her cheek pressing up against the rubbery pillow, but she lasted barely a second before her thoughts dulled and her body went limp.

The Lady started speaking, and Bullet took a few seconds to process the words.

"That's better. Now, to be clear, I do not mean we're going to become friends. I'm going to keep being a supervillain, and I will also be your mistress, boss and owner. You're going to stop being a superhero and become my maid, henchwoman and slave."

There was more to what she said, but Bullet had only consciously processed that much when her body started moving. She caught up with the rest of what the Lady had said as her legs carried her back upstairs in a happy, horny haze.

"Now go and put on the rest of your uniform, you stupid bitch."

The moment she made it back to the bedroom, Bullet wasted no time in pulling the transparent tights over her pale legs, slipping her feet into the heels, wrapping the apron around her waist, pulling the hair back from her face with the frilly headband and briskly snapping on the gloves. She turned to face the Lady, who had come up the stairs behind her, and was met with an approving stare.

The Lady walked up to her with a very businesslike air, reaching out to cup Bullet's chin and inspect her face. She quickly hefted each of Bullet's tits, smiling approvingly at the weight, before addressing her.

"Now, Bella, I want you to wake up. Shake off the cobwebs; get your brain back in gear. Wake up."

She snapped her fingers a few times in front of Bullet's eyes, and Bullet blinked, feeling her thoughts start back up.

Suddenly regaining awareness of her own arousal hit like a sucker punch, warring with the embarrassment of standing in front of a supervillain wearing a maid outfit.

"There you are!" The Lady grinned and patted her on the cheek. "I don't actually need to talk to you right now; it's just fun watching you turn red."

Bullet bit her tongue as her cheeks turned hotter at the comment, but the Lady quickly moved on.

"This outfit's gotten a bit dull from sitting in the attic all these years. Since you're dressed the part, would you mind polishing it for me? You'll find everything you need in the top drawer."

Fuming silently at the tent pitched in her skirt, Bullet took out a bottle of polish from the indicated drawer and angrily squirted some onto a cloth.

She tried to glare at the taller woman as she crudely shoved the cloth against her midsection and started wiping back and forth, but the Lady smiled down at her like a condescending teacher and took hold of her wrist.

"Gently. There's no need to be rough."

With a light touch, that Bullet nonetheless found herself unable to resist, the Lady pulled Bullet's index finger away from the cloth, then moved on to her middle finger, one by one unclenching the fist holding the scrunched-up ball of fabric. One hand kept hold of Bullet's wrist, while the other shook out the cloth and draped it over her upturned palm.

The Lady guided Bullet's hand back to her tight midriff, pressing it flat against her stomach, and she flushed as her cock stiffened further at the contact. It bobbed happily as the Lady started moving her hand in slow circles, the cloth sliding easily over her hips and waist, and when the Lady let go of her wrist, Bullet stopped and scowled, but only lasted a moment before she continued polishing.

Eventually, when Bullet could almost see her reflection, the Lady decided her midriff was polished enough and took hold of Bullet's wrist again. She stepped in close, so close the fur of her coat brushed Bullet's chest, so close the folds of Bullet's tented skirt brushed against her captor's thigh, and her cock started straining to make contact, and Bullet froze. But the grip stopped her from pulling back.

Slowly, the Lady moved Bullet's hand down her body to her hips, then over and around. Bullet kept her forearm hovering an inch away from the Lady's body, trying not to make any more contact than necessary as her hand was made to reach around her captor's hips and cup her shapely rear.

From this close, she could feel the Lady's body heat. The narrow space between them felt almost like a void pulling her forward, and only a surge of embarrassment and anger held her in place.

She clenched every muscle in her body, growing even hotter as she realised that meant her polishing hand grabbed the cheek it was shining. She jerked her eyes up, prepared to scream defiance in the Lady's face, but her gaze only made it to her captor's chin. The words caught in her throat, fear and doubt tying her belly in knots as she struggled to lift her eyes those final inches. Inside her head, she was screaming, wailing at herself not to give in, but no matter what she yelled at herself, she couldn't make her head move any higher.

The frustration became too much when she felt her eyes grow wet. The highest point she could see in her peripherals was the Lady's crimson lips grinning triumphantly. She couldn't tell if they left her sight because of her vision blurring or her eyes slowly lowering, but she could imagine the Lady's mocking laughter as the tension drained out of everywhere but her face and shoulders.

Her eyes closed to hold the tears in as she went back to polishing the Lady's backside, the feel of her hand gliding over those orbs much more intense without sight to distract from it, until a soft hand cupped her cheek.

"There," the Lady breathed. Bullet could feel that she was leaned in close, barely an inch away from her face. "Isn't this so much better than being enemies? Stop fighting it. Stop fighting me. Let go of the heroine who brings you nothing but pain."

Bullet's head dropped lower as she talked, shying away until she would have been looking at her shoes if her eyes were open. The whole time, while she was miserably failing to fight back, her cock had been filled with happiness, eagerness and excitement. Could she be like that? She tried, just for a second, to draw on some of the happiness in her cock, and it shot into her head like a pipe had burst. She reflexively flinched back, blocking it off the same way she'd put a hand in front of her face without thinking if someone aimed a hose at her, but the small amount that got through made her lightheaded with ecstasy. All the bad feelings, the frustration, the anger, the misery, were all shoved to the back of her mind where she didn't have to think about them. But the short burst of happiness barely lasted a second, and the bad feelings started to creep back in. She flinched away from them, and drew on the happiness again for sanctuary.

This time, she didn't try to hold it back, and it filled her, drowning out all of her doubts and worries and leaving her only with bliss. It didn't stop there, either. When she let her cock's happiness out, everything else followed it. She was filled with excitement to be around the Lady, eagerness to touch and serve the Lady. Love, devotion,

arousal

.

Bella opened her eyes, her life before this moment reduced to a footnote, and gasped at the sight of the most beautiful woman who could ever exist.

She stared adoringly up at the Lady,

her

Lady, her mistress, and almost came at the sight of her smile. But her cock didn't let her get distracted like that.

She resumed polishing her Lady's dress, continuing to make minimal contact out of reverence, and watched as her mistress casually shucked off her coat and wrapped it around Bella's neck like a scarf.

Being so blessed was enough to make her knees shake, but she wouldn't allow that to slow down her service, not for a second. Even while light-headed from her Lady's scent right against her nose, her hand moved professionally upwards to shine the back of her dress, and her Lady generously turned around to give her better access.

Bella polished quickly, determined to give her goddess the best service she could offer. She lifted each of the dress's shoulder straps, taking extreme care not to pinch her Lady's skin or allow the straps to snap down after she finished polishing them, before placing both hands on the cloth and thoroughly shining the dress's back. When her Lady turned around, Bella had the privilege to place her hands against her perfect breasts, but even that wasn't enough to interfere with her desire to serve, and while the weight and softness of those globes brought her ecstasy unlike anything she'd ever known, she showed none of it on her face. She finished polishing the bodice without lingering and started working her way down the skirt until she was kneeling at her Lady's feet, intensely focused as she made sure every inch of the hem was as perfectly shined as her Lady deserved.

Her efforts paused as her Lady's hand reached down to cup her chin, and guided her to worshipfully meet her Lady's eyes.