Previously, Diana succeeded in making her husband her slave. After that, she visited her friend Eleanor again. The young lodger Peter duly provide the sex that Diana craved. But, when Peter demanded to teach "the old dog new tricks," Diana left Bristol for her home.
I remembered my instructions to my husband Dean as I was travelling back home. It tickled my fancy thinking about what awaited me when I walked in. It also relieved the sense of disappointment at having given up Peter. I thought about playing it friendly or fiendishly. I had had a good night's sleep but was not fully recovered from my first experience with a dildo. Dean might just add a bit of icing to an already delightful cake. I smiled to myself as I looking out the train window.
I arrived home to a fully clothed Dean. I assumed this meant that he didn't want to continue playing my pencil prick. We offered very pleasant pleasantries as we exchanged edited versions of the last few days. As the evening worn on, I detected a subtle reticence as though he was hiding something.
I decide to push. "And did you make any unusual visits?"
He looked sheepish. "Whatever do you mean?"
"You know, a shop or salon you've never been to."
He thought a moment. "I think that might be better for tomorrow night, if you understand me."
"Oh, I'm not so sure. What's the problem about telling me tonight?"
"I just think I might be more up to things tomorrow." He said this with a very hopeful tone.
"I did say that I wanted to see everything when I returned. I have returned," I smiled slyly.
"Diana, even if showing you now might reduce your pleasure?"
I saw a bit of back bone coming to the fore. I had a decision to make. Accept his desire to wait so he can prove that he does have some manhood. Or take advantage of him so I can continue to play with his manlessness. I smiled. "Your Mistress gave you very specific instructions. I expect you to follow them otherwise punishment will follow. You can show your wife tomorrow and see her reaction. It may be rater subdued because she will probably have gotten weighed down by our daily routine. So you can choose your pleasure." I started at him blankly.
I could see him struggling. This was just too pleasurable to pass up. Reluctantly he started to remove his clothes. What a view! He had certainly done as I asked. "I'm glad your pleased with my efforts. Don't suppose that will be sufficient for tonight." I could hear the hopefulness in his voice.
That just spurred me on. "Well, I can certainly now see that you have something in your groin area that looks manly but does it work?" I started playing with it. I could tell from its reaction that he had been busily exciting himself with his new look. As I expected, there was no reaction. "Um, nothing seems to be happening. Maybe I'm doing something wrong. Best you try."
His faced dropped. He had never dreamed of masturbating himself in front of me and I had never dreamed of asking. But the situation demanded it. I put the screws in to take advantage of his predicament. "Come on, let's see if you have more luck." There was a pause. "Or is this a request too far and we need to stop to protect your manliness?"
The tension in his face was marvelous to see. He started to slowly masturbate. "I think you'll have to speed up if you're going to have any effect."
"I think I know to.... get results." He frowned.
He sped up but to no avail. "Do you to want help again," he asked hopefully.
I didn't even entertain giving him that pleasure. "I was hoping that you'd be able to satisfy me on my return as a man. But as that is obviously not possible, then you will satisfy me as a woman would." He looked confused. I removed my shoes, tights, skirt and knickers and faced him. I spread my legs and pointed at my now hairy vagina. "If you don't have a functioning cock to put in here then put in the next best thing you have - your tongue!"
"I've never, do you really, it's not reasonable..."
"You want me to take off my blouse for your enjoyment?" He nodded slowly. "Then fuck me with a cock like a man and I'll reward you as you want. Or get on your knees and fuck me with your tongue like a woman and I'll reward you as I want." Confusion ruled his face. "Do nothing and I won't do a thing."
"This isn't fair. You're setting me up to fail. I know I'm not great but that doesn't mean you have to make me demean myself."
"Why, I'm not making you demean yourself. I'm offering you choices."
"But that's not a choice when you know I can't perform because I'm doing what you want!"
I smiled. "I simply told you to remove all the hair on your body. Anything else you did is not down to me."
He looked pathetic. Down he slowly went. I was amazed by how good he was. He tongue was wonderfully soft and pliable. It got to all the places a woman would want. Moans of pleasure started emanating from me. I felt him circle my pussy lips lusciously slowly. I could feel my toes curling and heart speeding up. Back in he went to play with my clit. That did it. I had an uncontrolled orgasm and fell against the couch while muscles released the built up energy.
He started to back away as my muscles slowed. "That's an amazing tongue you've got. Much better than anything else you have to offer." He looked at me sternly. I took off my top. "So be a real pussy and pleasure me again."
He was giving up and worked on my tits while the rest of my body recovered. He rubbed his bare legs against mine. I was amazed at how this intensified the thrill. He then went back down leaving his hands to gently twiddle my nipples. This was bringing me to the edge again. "If you want to go again then I think we should be equal." Dean was trying to get a bit of backbone.
I certainly couldn't have that. "Well, let's just make sure before I do." With that, I took the initiative and pushed him on the floor. I sat on him pushing my vagina into his groin. His bare, deflated mound pressed nicely against my slit without entering. The tingle was more than I had ever experienced with him inside me. He started to struggle so I ground myself into him. This had a pleasing affect as he struggled less and less. His moans told me he was now the one getting the enjoyment. "So, would you agree one hairless pussy in the house is enough?"
There was a pause before he whispered. "Absolutely agree."
"And which pussy do think wears the trousers?"
I ground into his groin a bit more. "Yours obviously."
