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The crowd ebbs and flows. People stumble past and bump into eachother. They share fleeting glances, uncomfortable stares. You wonder how different life might be if some of those would develop into longer forms of contact. Could you have a life altering experience from a developed stare or chance encounter?
You see a women walk by, taking in her long, elegant legs atop some expensive looking heels. Did she just look at you? Her head was turned this way, but you don't know for sure with those sunglasses. What you would give to have a conversation with a woman like her. To be within reach of those toned legs. A woman like that wouldn't be interested in you, surely? But what would you have to lose?
Maybe people should take more opportunities, be less dismissive of strange situations. You say people. You mean yourself. Meandering along inside your comfort zone wasn't working, was it? Wouldn't it be nice to take more risks and go along with the flow of other people for a change, instead of limiting yourself?
That was the idea was it not? Move away from the stagnation and loss, try out a new city, lifestyle, job and people? It had sounded great in your head. But it's now late in the afternoon and you don't know whether you'll have a bed to sleep in tonight.
She's gone past you now. Should you go after her? But what would you say? No, you're not the sort of guy to do that. You watch her ass sway along, [[oblivious to anything else around you.|Waitress 1.]].
<style>#one { border: 5px solid white; } </style>You hear the clacking of heels behind you, it must be the waitress. Is she going to come up to you? Is she waiting for you to stop staring at that woman? You quickly look down at your bitter coffee. You don't want her to think you're some sad pervert.
The cup is half empty, and too cold to drink now. Perhaps you should've been drinking that instead of staring. The waitress probably wants to move you on for another customer, not that anyone else is in the café. Maybe she just doesn't want some guy staring at women from the window.
She finally approaches you, her breasts graze your forearm as she leans over the table slightly. You enjoy the slight sensation, but quickly dismiss it, she probably thinks it's a way to get a tip.
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</style>@@.woman;'Oh darling, flattery will get you everywhere.'@@ She grabs a chair and sits down, her breasts come within a few centimetres of your face. Your penis hardens. It has been months.
You see Cheryl smiling at you, obviously aware that you were eyeing her up. @@.woman;'So, new boy, what name matches your face?'@@
@@.mc;'$name'@@
@@.woman;'Aw, nice name, it suits you I think. Maybe I'd change one or two things, but well...I suppose I need to learn that guys won't change no matter how much I try.'@@
A sullen look comes over her, but she quickly shifts back to a cheery appearance. @@.woman;'What brings you round these parts anyway?! Exciting new job? Girlfriend?'@@
@@.mc;'N-...well I suppose you could say it's because of my girlfriend in a way, to get away from the ex. New job might be nice, I need one anyway. It's a fresh break, change things. Some of us guys are capable of some transformation. At least I hope so.'@@
@@.woman;'Maybe I can make you a project of mine!'@@
[[Well, maybe if we get to know each other better first]]
[[Ha, really though, what could you possibly want to change all ready?]]@@.woman;'So, I've told you my name. What's yours?'@@
@@.mc;'It's $name.'@@
@@.woman;'Oh //really//? I never would have guessed that. What brings you to this town?'@@
[[No great reason, fancied a change you know]]
==I needed to escape my past, a total change==@@.woman;'I'll hold you to that $name! Just wait until I get my hands on you it'll be a fabulous makeover I promise.'@@
The conversation shifts away from your transformation and towards the more mundane quotidien details of Cheryl's and the town's general life. Cheryl certainly seems to know the hotspots of activity and who to see to get certain things done.
After what must have been over an hour of chit-chat the realisation that you still don't have a place to sleep tonight hits you, and with estate agents closed it'll have to be some cheap hotel or hostel, but without knowing the area you worry about being fleeced.
Cheryl notices a change in your disposition and asks @@.woman;'what's the matter $name?'@@
[[I still don't have a place to sleep tonight, I don't know what to do]]@@.woman;'Welll I mean, don't get me wrong you seem nice! But a bt of gym action wouldn't be a terrible idea, my ex Brad was //so// manly with all his muscles...'@@
You notice her looking at your upper arms and you give them a check too. Admittedly there isn't too much in the way of muscle mass attached there.
@@.mc;'But lean can be manly too, I'm trim and ready to go.'@@
@@.woman;'And so are most girls shug. Your face would suit slightly longer hairstyle I think. Maybe an ear-piercing, make you look a bit more daring. You could try a sort of rockstar look! Oh you've got me started now I'm imagining a total makeover, some nicer clothes are a must.'@@
@@.mc;'Alright alright I get the picture. But I'm not all bad.'@@
@@.woman;'Well no you do have a certain cute charm to you, and some girls do go for the slender guys, though what the girls round here do to the slender guys...you should hit the gym, trust me.'@@
You make a note to add going to the gym to the list of changes, but doubt you'll ever stick to a routine of it. Much too much like hard work for you. But what //do// the girls round her do to guys like you?
[[I am who I am, I doubt it's really going to change]]@@.woman;'Well...I'd be willing to put you up for the night if you'd like. You don't seem too crazy.'@@
@@.mc;'Oh you're a lifesaver!That would be amazing. How can I ever repay you?'@@
@@.woman;'Well, you could cook me something nice when we get back to mine.'@@
@@.mc;'Can't I do something else, buy you a drink sometime?'@@
@@.woman;'NO! It'll be SUCH a refreshing change to have a guy cook for me, my last boyfriend was such a typical brutish male you know, he seeemed to think by even stepping into the kitchen that a guy might as well have been wearing heels!'@@
@@.mc;'Uh Chery-'@@
@@.woman;'I mean GOD, I try to ask him to help clean ONE time and you'd think I'd asked him to start shaving his legs'@@
[['Cheryl can we just go to yours now?'|cutiehand]]
[[I suppose I could do a spot of cleaning, don't know about the rest.]]@@.woman;'We'll see! It is my place and I'm giving you //free// shelter.'@@
She can't really mean? No she's just joking surely. @@.mc;'I'm grateful but, well I mean. I said I'd cook.'@@
@@.woman;'Oh don't worry! It'll be fun showing you how to cook and you're only getting a slightly lumpy couch to snooze on. Just remember I'm in charge in the kitchen. After Brad I need to be more assertive around men. I got used to bending over backwards for him. But I can tell //you're// nothing like that. Alpha males are overrated anyway.'@@
You want to protest at the last comment, but feel it wouldn't be right to after Cheryl has been open. And anyway if she thinks alpha males //are// overrated, who knows?
Cheryl closes the café and you [[head off to her place|cutiehand]]@@.woman;'How very daring of you! I can't imagine just upping sticks and moving away from my job, friends, family and so on. Not that change is bad! I love a man willing to take risks and be different.'@@ She purses her lips. @@.woman;'I guess I'm always changing lipstick and stuff, that's something! I've got some new on today too. Like it? Not even my friends have seen it.'@@
You linger over her nice, plump lips...She gives them a tantalizing lick.
<img src="images/cherylLipCafe.gif" alt="cheryl lips" class="white-border">
@@.mc;'It's really nice.'@@ The lips themselves are even better.
@@.woman;'It's rather //delicious//. Change can be good for all of us, see.'@@
[[Changing lipstick is hardly anything compared to moving halfway across the country!]]
[[You compliment her lipstick, joking that you're honored to have seen it before her friends.]]Deadlink from chatcoff1
'Well...that sounds drastic $name, I hope you know what you're doing. Can I ask what you were escaping?'
'Oh I have no idea what I'm doing, but I'm sure I need to do it. I suppose I'm escaping my ex mainly, but the repetitive job and general malaise are there as well...I just felt something was missing...I really don't know what but I feel like I'd try almost any change now no matter how new or bizarre'
You're sure you see a brief glint in Cheryl's eye as you finish your sentence, you do wonder why such an attractive woman is taking so much interest over you....
Cheryl gently rubs your forearm and smiles sympathetically. 'I'm sure it'll always work out for the best. At the very least you've met me! And on your first day here no less'
You smile back, you certainly think knowing Cheryl could lead to some interesting paths.
'How about we go back to mine? I've got some cheap vodka that needs finishing'
[[You really can't think of a reason not to go|Cheryl'svod]]@@.woman;'Well //obviously//. I'm just trying to encourage you! //Anyway//, if it's //so// easy why don't you try some on for size?!' @@
What? You can't help but look a mixture of perplexed and surprised. She giggles and slaps your back playfully.
@@.woman;'I'm not being serious you know! Though I //wish// I had lips like yours. Those are lovely! A girl with those...well we all know what guys think about //that//.'@@
@@.mc;'That's enough about my lips and...whatever you're implying!'@@
@@.woman;'Oh don't be so dismissive! And I wasn't saying //you// should do that! Leave it to us girls, well, unless you really want to!'@@ Cheryl laughs. @@.woman;'Oh now there's an image...'@@ she tails off.
@@.mc;'No! That's really not, I didn't mean!'@@
@@.woman;'Are you sure? It seems that's where your mind wanted to go.'@@ She gives her lips a little lick while looking at you.
@@.mc;'I just thought you were saying'@@ you search around in your mind, desperate to try to shift the conversation. @@.mc;'Can we just forget //that//.'@@
@@.woman;'Well, if you really want to I suppose...There's nothing wrong with the idea though is there? I mean I hear guys in College experiment //all// the time, I love how open minded they must be! I can't imagine any guy around here doing that.'@@
She gives you a worryingly intense look. As though she's trying to picture you. You know
@@.woman;'It's just a bit of fun. Well, A ''lot'' of fun if you know what I mean. And we're only talking here. There are ''loads'' of things I talk about and think about but wouldn't //actually// do.'@@
[[Still. That's enough.]]
[[I'll try to loosen up a little, just not...][$lips to $lips + 1]]@@.woman;'Now I just need to put them to good use! My ex would've known exacntly what to do. Not that my lipstick would last for long the way he was...'@@ She lets out a longing sigh but adds @@.woman;'I think that's why I fancied talking to you, you're such a change of pace compared to Brad...it's nice to be around a guy who isn't so intimidating and testosterone filled.'@@
You struggle to think up a reply, you can't help but feel disappointed with the way Cheryl seems to view you.
@@.woman;'I was just //so// submissive around him. I mean, like, it was as though he had me on a leash at times and you know, there's a time and a place for that. But just for a chat it's way better to be on even terms with a guy, like, even having my hands next to his would make me feel TINY. Yours aren't much bigger than mine, they're nice and slender you know, pretty and dainty things. Not like the gargantuan, thick slabs he had...and then his arms ''OH GOD'' his arms I couldn't get two hands around his bicep...'@@ She grabs your upper arm. @@.woman;'See I can almost get one around yours, you're so lean you have //got// to tell me how to keep the weight off.'@@
You wonder what she means, aside from her breasts you can't see an ounce of fat on her frame, she can't be much over 100lbs.
@@.woman;'I'd loooove to be able to cut down on the gym time. I mean it's probably good for me and I'm certainly stronger than I would have been, but, I mean look my biceps are as big as yours. I'm just not sure how to feel about that. Should I be proud or worried?'@@
You try to cut in and say she looks fantastic but you're fighting a losing battle at the moment.
@@.woman;'Oh you know what!? Arm wrestle me!'@@
You give a tentative look, worried she might actually win, but if you can beat her you might get some respect back.
@@.woman;'Go on $name! I'm sure you'll win, you //are// a guy afterall and I'm just a dainty little girl. It's just Brad would overpower me so easily...at least I'd feel a little less fragile with you.'@@
[[You give in, it'll be fine]]@@.woman;'Alright if you really don't like a bit of teasing I'll stop, I know I can be a bit much at times. Say, what are you going to do about sleeping tonight since you haven't got anything lined up'@@
You respond you really don't know still.
Cheryl says she'd be willing to take you in for the night.
[[You accept and head to hers|cutiehand]]@@.woman;'Oooh just not what? I could see you on your knees w-'@@
@@.mc;'''Stop''. I can take a joke about some lipstick, just not...'@@
Cheryl smirks, @@.woman;'I'm sorry, that was a little cruel.'@@ She doesn't seem or sounds particularly sorry, she seems to be enjoying the predicament. @@.woman;'You're just too cute when you get flustered.'@@
You can feel your cheeks reddening and become aware that your penis is hard as a rock. You can't work out why you've reacted this way, you don't want to be on your knees? At least it's still working. The final months with your ex made you question whether something was wrong down there.
@@.woman;'I don't mean to bang on but...your lips...I mean they would look lovely with some of this stuff on.'@@ She gives you a seductive look. You stiffen further and feel your cheeks must be a deep crimson. In this state it's hard to resist the advances of a woman like Cheryl.
@@.woman;'Forget all the other stuff $name.'@@ She leans towards you. @@.woman;'Forget it if you //want//. Would there be anything wrong with experimenting with just a dash of lipstick, for //me//?'@@
You could say no. Hell, you would say no to something like this. But why not? This is a chance encounter isn't it? You said you needed to change things.
[[You let out a sigh and tell her sure, if only to placate her. But do you really think it's just going to end with lipstick?][$lipstick to true, $lipstickOn to true]]<div align="center">Almost instantly Cheryl is applying the lipstick, with a calm and steady hand.
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@@.woman;'Not that way $name! I can't let you go into the men's like that, no no we //have// to go to the little girls' room to see your lipstick.'@@ Cheryl grabs your hand, pulling you into the women's bathroom. Thankfully no-one is around to see this.
@@.woman;'Tadah! See don't they look lovely.'@@
You do have to admit, they wouldn't look half bad on any woman, you catch yourself pouting. Cheryl doesn't seem to have noticed, or at least she didn't say anything about it. Why were you pouting at yourself? What has gotten into you?
@@.woman;'If only I had my make-up bag with me, some foundation would emphasise them even more...Oh the things I could do to you. Why haven't I tried this on a guy before?!'@@ You knew she wouldn't stop with just the lipstick. It's a good thing she didn't have make up, isn't it?
You ask if she's had enough fun now.
@@.woman;'I //guess//. But we can always have //more// fun, surely?!'@@
[[You both head back out of the bathroom][$lipDream to true]]@@.woman;'It's getting kinda late now. Wanna head back to mine?'@@
You're getting invited back to a woman's place after going into a bathroom with her. Before today you were beginning to lose hope anything like this could ever happen to you. This has to be a good thing?
[[Yeah that'd be nice. But uh, can you wipe the lipstick off me first?]]
[[Yeah that'd be great!|Cheryl'slip][$sissy to $sissy + 1]]@@.woman;'Oh come on live a little! It looks so good on you too, please keep it on, for me'.@@ Cheryl gives her best puppy dog eyes and puts her hand on your chest.
[[It's difficult to resist her, you agree to keep it on and head to her place|Cheryl'slip]]
[[No, I put it on for you, but no way in hell am I letting someone else see][$lipstickOn to false]]@@.woman;'OK! Just let me tidy up the café a little and lock up.'@@
You wait a little bit, cleaning up some stuff but mainly keeping out of the way, prefering to watch her ass as she leans over the tables to clean them up.
@@.woman;'All done! Alright let's go!'@@
Cheryl begins to ask about where you used to live and more reasons as to why you actually decided to move. But as she seems to be getting to the end of the question you hear a shout.
@@.man;'''CHERYL!'''@@
You turn around to see a man waving towards you.
@@.woman;'Oh hey Brad!'@@ Cheryl replies.
The man jogs towards both of you. @@.man;'How are you? It's been too long!'@@
@@.woman;'I'm great, it totally has been hasn't it?! I've missed you!'@@
They both look towards each other, it seems as though they have both forgotten your presence.
Cheryl finally recalls that you exist. @@.woman;'Oh! Sorry $name, I should introduce you! Brad, this is $name. $name, this is Brad.'@@
He extends a large hand. [[You share a handshake, trying your best to not come out with a broken finger.]]@@.woman;'Ok ok'@ she takes a tissue out of her purse and wipes it off. 'Such a waste' she sighs.
[[You head to Cheryl's place|cutiehand][$lipstick to false]]You really can't lose to a girl, no matter how much she goes to the gym. She's hardly a female bodybuilder now is she.
You lock hands and countdown. You start with a moderate effort, but soon realize she is much stronger than she looks. She get the upper hand, you give it your all and get it back even, but your arm is tiring.
@@.woman;'Come on $name! Don't just let me win'@@
@@.mc;'I'm trying'@@ you reply through clenched teeth, straining as hard as you can. @@.mc;'You're deceptively strong...'@@
You lose ground again, you continue to try but it's no use. You hand gradually reaches the table. It's over, you lose.
@@.woman;'HAHAHA! OH MY GOD I WON!'@@ she gives you a hug and a peck on the cheek, maybe losing wasn't so terrible. @@.woman;'I guess those hours in the gym do pay off! To think how weak Brad made me feel, but here I am beating a guy at arm wrestling! WOOO!.'@@ She excitedly throws her arms into the air, waving them about. Her breasts jiggle around in her top. She begins to calm down and realizes maybe she shouldn't gloat too much.
@@.woman;'Don't worry $name, as I said it's nice to meet a guy I'm not intimidated by. I just hope you're not too intimidated by me!'@@ She giggles, taps your back and starts you feel your shoulder. @@.woman;'Maybe you need to come to the gym with me though, fill you out a little. Unless you like being@@ <a class="popup woman"><ins>beaten by women.</ins><span><img src="images/beatenByWomen.gif"/></span></a>
[[You mumble something about not liking the gym][$cherylStronger to true]]@@.woman;'Oh don't be like that! You moved to an entirely new place! I'm sure you could change almost anything you want to, hopefully what ''I'' want!'@@
@@.mc;'OK! Well for a woman like you anyway.'@@ You try to flirt.
@@.woman;'That's more like it! I'll transform you into a knockout in next to no time if you let me.'@@ She beams.
You are enjoying Cheryl's company, but feel slightly unnerved and perplexed as to why she's taken such an interest. Just like the woman you stared at earlier, surely she isn't interested?
@@.woman;'Say, it's getting late. How about we go back to mine?'@@
You say you would love to, but you need to spend the evening finding a place to sleep.
@@.woman;'Ohhh right the whole moving thing. You should totally sleep at mine, I have a free couch!'@@
You doubt you're going to get a better offer than this, you say you can't thank her enough.
[[You both head back to hers|cutiehand]]@@.man;'It just ain't right' Brad repeats. 'I'd never let you do that.'@@
@@.woman;'Don't worry Brad I wouldn't do it to you.'@@
@@.man;'Well that's ok, as long as I'm in charge. It's nice to see you Cheryl, really it is. We should catch up properly sometime. Alone.'@@
@@.woman;'We really should! I'll look forward to it'@@
Brad leans in for a hug and Cheryl eagerly accepts. His hand moves down and cups one of her butt cheeks. You're sure you hear Cheryl let out a small moan, and their embrace seems to last for minutes.
@@.man;'Alright Cheryl, I'll hit you up soon!'@@
@@.woman;'Bye Brad!'@@
You say goodbye to Brad too, but he doesn't seem to acknowledge you.
[['Is Brad an old friend of yours?']]@@.woman;'Well,'@@ Cheryl pauses @@.woman;'yes, I suppose so. We dated for a while.'@@
@@.mc;'And you still like each other?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh yes, ohhh yes. Well I mean we kind of have to, everyone knows everyone around here, I haven't seen Brad in a while but it's not worth staying mad at each other or whatever. And really I mean, how could I //not// like a man like that, it's just a shame our relationship didn't work out. Doesn't mean we can't ever do it, I mean do stuff together.'@@
@@.mc;'I guess that makes sense. It's probably better than hating each other for the rest of time anyway, I can't imagine being so friendly with my ex though'@@
@@.woman;'Aww that's sad. By the way I am ''so'' sorry about the lipstick. I totally should have wiped it off.'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah, Brad was kind of a dick about it.'@@ Cheryl seems to smile to herself about Brad being a dick. @@.mc;'He didn't have to point it out. It was kind of demeaning, especially with a guy like //that//.'@@
@@.woman;'A guy like //what//?'@@ Chery enquires.
@@.mc;'Oh you know, he was kind of intimidating...'@@
@@.woman;'Awwww'@@ Cheryl rubs your shoulder. @@.woman;'You shouldn't compare yourself to him, not every guy can be that, it doesn't make you less of a man! Anyway, your lips look totally hot still! Way more tha Brad's would!'@@
@@.mc;'Is that supposed to make me feel better?'@@ You think she's trying to be nice. But it feels more humiliating.
@@.woman;'Of course! Like, I bet Brad was like that just because you confused him! I bet he's never seen lips like that on a guy before. As I said earlier guys can't resist lips like those!'@@
@@.mc;'I don't want to have lips that men like!'@@
@@.woman;'Well hun, take that up with God not me. //I// think they look great, lipstick is a great look for you. That's that. Don't pay attention to other guys, just do what works for you.'@@
[[You get the feeling you're not going to change Cheryl's mind. Lipstick it is, for one evening anyway.]]@@.mc;'It's still emasculating'@@ you mutter to yourself. However, you didn't keep your voice low enough.
@@.woman;'''SO''?! So what if you look a little girly? You know what, it makes a damn change. As much fun as some of the guys in this town are, maybe a guy like you can be just as much fun in a different way. Maybe this town needs something different and maybe you're the guy for it.'@@
@@.mc;'That's...a little drastic don't you think? Let's not get carried away it was only some lipstick. By the sounds of it this town is used to normal guys and girls and not...this.'@@
@@.woman;'Yeah we are, I mean on the surface at least.'@@ Cheryl trails off. @@.woman;'You'll see, it'll all be fine. I think a lot of the girls round think a new sort of guy would be good...'@@
@@.mc;'They would, how?'@@
Cheryl ignores your question. @@.woman;'$name, what would you have said earlier if I actually had my makeup bag? Would you have let me doll you up?'@@
@@.mc;'Uh, I don't know about ''doll'' me up...'@@
@@.woman;'Don't think I didn't see you pouting at yourself in the mirror by the way! C'mon, you would have.'@@
[['Oh God you saw that...']]<img style="float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0px" class="white-border" src="images/cherApart.jpg"> She takes you to an apartment block, which looks as though it must have been built in the past couple of years. The lobby seems eerily quiet, but it's a relief that nobody is around to see you or talk to Cheryl again.
@@.woman;'I'm staaarving'@@ Cheryl moans. @@.woman;'Do you want to eat something when we get in?'@@
@@.mc;'We could order a pizza or something.'@@
@@.woman;'Oh no no no that just won't do. No you're not allowed to eat a takeaway, that's way too unhealthy and bad for you if you want to stay in shape. You'll cut that crap right out.'@@
@@.mc;'Uhh I'll eat what I wan-'@@
@@.woman;'Not if we're eating together you won't! My place my rules, plus you'll thank me for it eventually.'@@
@@.mc;'Fine, no takeaway...but I really can't cook'@@
@@.woman;'Oh don't worry then, I'll show you some moves in the kitchen. Could you clean up a bit for me while I'm changing though? I don't want it to take too long.'@@
[[Cheryl opens the door to her apartment]]@@.woman;'Aww, well I'll help you get used to being beaten then!'@@
She seems to notice you don't look entirely thrilled with the situation. @@.woman;'Don't look like that, a bit of pain can be fun!'@@
@@.mc;'Uhhh, pain? That wasn't painful.'@@
@@.woman;'Oh. Well as I was saying, all these testosterone filled guys, and their ''enormous'', //bulging//...'.@@ Cheryl tails off, seemingly caught in her thoughts.
@@.mc;'Erm, you were saying?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh! Guess my mind went somewhere else! But yeah, uh, //biceps//. Hahaha oh I nearly said something else then. But yeah guys with those...//bulges//...you know tend to be a bit rough. Whereas you...'@@
@@.mc;'Whereas I?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh hun. Nevermind, forget I said anything I shouldn't.'@@
@@.mc;'No come on you can't just leave it like that.'@@
@@.woman;'Have you ever, you //know//. Spanked a woman?'@@
You had tried to being more assertive with your ex. Deep down you //wanted// to be that, and you know she desired it too. But you just couldn't bring yourself to do it, and she didn't help. She seemed to find it more amusing than sexy. You suspected that's really why she ended up with Ethan, rather than the spiel she gave you.
[['No, I can't say I have']]@@.woman;'See. I mean, you know. I'm just saying most guys with uh bigger biceps...'@@
@@.mc;'You're saying if I was bigger I'd have spanked a woman?'@@
@@.woman;'I mean I'm no //expert//. It's natural for a guy to enjoy a bit of violence isn't it? All those wars, the bar fights, sports. The coarsing testosterone...'@@ She looks you up and down. @@.woman;'Mind and body //are// connected. Would you want to spank a girl?'@@
@@.mc;'Yes? I'd try it. It just hasn't really come up. But that stuff more about control?'@@
@@.woman;'Well, sure honey, to some extent I suppose. I don't really go in for anything hardcore and I can only really speak for myself, but, well, I haven't experienced it with a small guy. Not my type, maybe? Good company for other stuff you know, but there's just //something// about being taken by a 6'4 hunk. And when they go for it, well, it adds to the sensation. If I was with a guy that I could beat up...I don't know if would do much for me.'@@
@@.mc;'Oh. That makes sense.'@@ It's probably best not to pry too far into what she thinks about guys like you. @@.mc;'Maybe I'm meant to just be different to that...'@@ It stings a little deep down, you always felt women acted differently around bigger men. But being made aware of it being different in the bedroom as well gives you a sense of unease.
[[She can see you're still looking a bit dejected]]@@.woman;'Don't worry you can still enjoy a spanking! It's a lot of fun on the receiving end. Plus it's way more interesting to meet a guy who isn't some big, dominant brute!'@@
@@.mc;'Hold on...I mean I didn't say anything about being on the receiving end.'@@
@@.woman;'You //did// say you'd be up for trying anything though didn't you? Plus you just said doing the spanking isn't really for you, soooo...'@@
@@.mc;'I guess I did sort of say those things...'@@
@@.woman;'Exactly! You know, I'm sure I could find a fair few guys who would lov-'@@
@@.mc;'//Guys//?!'@@
@@.woman;'Oh, you don't go that way, I just though-'@@
@@.mc;'No I do not.'@@
@@.woman;'Oh, well I guess I can't be right about everything. That's a shame, my friend James would've been perfect for you, I would've even done it with you, naughty girls together.'@@
@@.mc;'//Girls//?!'@@
@@.woman;'Well...ok, I mean I don't know any guys who've been spanked, it's the girls //role// you know?'@@
@@.mc;'No. Even if I was spanked, it wouldn't mean I'm a //girl//.'@@
@@.woman;'Well, like, I mean not physically. Well, sort of. I mean it's like...you're not some 100% alpha male type now are you? You're a bit...//girly//, so doesn't that sort of make you a bit of a girl? And then mentally...spiritually...you're a bit of a girl if you get spanked, surely?'@@
[[You really don't get where she's going with this]]She can see you really don't follow.
@@.woman;'I just mean like it's a spectrum you know. Like let's say...and this is //completely// hypothetical, ok? But if I was going to spank you...you'd be more //feminine//. I'd be the more dominant //masculine// side. And that's just the more physical side. If you //enjoyed// being spanked, then you'd more spiritually be aligned with us girls.'@@
You don't think this really makes any sense. She's probably not the brightest or most well read. You're too mystified to really argue.
@@.woman;'So, like with the arm wrestling you know? I'm a bit less feminine with having gone to the gym...I mean I'm still pretty feminine, that's what makes beating you so funny. But you're much, much less masculine than someone like Brad, who's huge and //loved// to spank me.'@@
@@.mc;'Alright, alright. I'm not feminine though...'@@
@@.woman;'Oh don't be silly! Really it makes you so much more fun. Trust me woman can get tired of big muscled hunks. It's fantastic to have a boy like you around, you can just fit in as one of the girls!'@@
@@.mc;'I don't want to b-'@@
@@.woman;'It'd be so much fun to have you with us. They'd love to talk to you about being spanked I'm sure! We know //allll// of each other's sexual fantasies. Trust me none of them would think any less of you for wanting to have your ass smacked either, it just makes for more interesting conversation.'@@
@@.mc;'I mean...I haven't said I //want// to. Anyway, plenty of women are into that stuff...it's just weird for a guy to like it...'@@
@@.woman;'I'm sure there are plenty of women around who'd want to be dishing it out for a change too, we could all end up wanting to try it out on you! They really wouldn't mind at all. We could give you loads of@@ <a class="popup woman"><ins>tips for things.'</ins><span><img src="images/tipsForThings.gif"/></span></a>
[[You suppose there's potential in being around a group of women talking about sexual fantasies]]@@.woman;'Oh you don't know the half of it. I'd have to take care of you the first time they met you though. God knows what they'd do to you considering the type of guys they're used to.'@@
@@.mc;'What do you mean?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh you know just //guys//. I suppose they're all sorta like what I've said about my Brad. Oh! No my friend Anna did date a guy who was only a few inches taller than her once, he might have only been six feet tall. But that didn't last long. Definitely the types to have you over their knee rather than the other way round! I can't even begin to imagine spanking them, it wouldn't make any sense, I doubt they'd even feel anything.'@@
Cheryl's phone starts to vibrate.
@@.woman;'Heyyy Amanda, how's it going?'
-Oh I'm fine, I'm at the café with a guy I've just met, he's new around here.
- Haha oh I wish, no it's nothing like that, he's different.
- No, no honestly nothing like that.
- Well, it's hard to describe, he's not quite like the guys around here, you should totally meet him it'd be a lot of fun.
- Alright, some other time! Byeee.@@
@@.woman;'Sorry about that, that was just a friend - Amanda. She said she'd love to meet you sometime!'@@ She winks at you. @@.woman;'Say, $name...it's getting kinda late, fancy coming back to mine?'@@
[[You accept the invitation]]@@.woman;'Can you cook?'@@s.
@@.mc;'Not really...why?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh hmmm, I thought I had you //pegged//. I guess you're still full of surprises thought. Men like Brad can't cook, I thought you might...'@@
@@.mc;'Nope, sorry'@@
@@.woman;'Hmmm, well. You're going to cook for me tonight, ok? I'm feeling kinda tired, I'll give you instructions'@@
@@.mc;'Learning some cooking skills would be useful.'@@
@@.woman;'Oh fantastic'@@ she responds. @@.woman;'Let me get my coat and keys to lock up, you can go outside. I won't be long.'@@
You check your mobile as you wait outside the café, no text, no calls. No surprise.
You check the surroundings, there seem to be a fair few bars about. Not that they look like particularly esteemed establishments.
''//Slap//''
[[You feel a shot of pain on your right ass cheek. You spin around in shock to see Cheryl laughing.]]@@.mc;'Hey that was uncalled for!'@@
@@.woman;'Oh don't say you didn't enjoy it, I thought you deserved it as a treat after making you squirm so much. I know I'm a terrible tease'@@
It was an oddly satisfying feeling, the first time a woman had done anything like that to you...
Cheryl could tell you weren't going to deny it.
@@.woman;'Do I get a thank you?'@@
@@.mc;'A thank you for //that//?'@@
@@.woman;'Yes, for giving you something you wanted. Or would you rather I hadn't hmmm?'@@
@@.mc;'Well I-'@@
@@.woman;'Well then say thank you Cheryl.'@@ She cuts in with a sharp tone.
@@.mc;'Thank you Cheryl.'@@
@@.woman;'There's a good boy, I enjoyed it too!'@@
[['I think I'm going to like knowing you. Now, let's go!'|spankingThought][$submissive to $submissive + 1, $bdsm to $bdsm + 1, $spankDream to true]]@@.woman;'What //this//? Yeah, it's comfortable, why? Don't you like it?'@@
@@.mc;'It's fine, just...won't you get a bit cold like that? It's not covering much of you'@@
@@.woman;'Oh don't worry about me, the apartment's heated. I can put something else on to cover up more if you'd like? It's funny, I almost wore something way smaller.'@@
@@.mc;'Oh no, not you wear what you want. It's not my place to tell you what to wear in your own home.'@@
@@.woman;'Aww you're so sweet $name. I can't imagine any other guy thinking of me like that. If Brad was like you I'd probably still be with him!'@@
@@.mc;'What was Brad like?'@@ You immediately regret asking, you've had more than enough about Brad, [[but it seems Cheryl hasn't.]]<<if $lipstickOn is true>>Letting her put lipstick on you has certainly paid off.<</if>>
@@.mc;'It's fine, just...won't you get a bit cold like that? It's not covering much of you'@@
@@.woman;'Oh don't worry about me, the apartment's heated. I can put something else on to cover up more if you'd like? It's funny, I almost wore something way smaller.'@@
@@.mc;'Oh no, not you wear what you want. It's not my place to tell you what to wear in your own home.'@@
@@.woman;'Aww you're so sweet $name. I can't imagine any other guy thinking of me like that. If Brad was like you I'd probably still be with him!'@@
@@.mc;'What was Brad like?'@@ [[You immediately regret asking, you've had more than enough about Brad, but it seems Cheryl hasn't.]]@@.woman;'Oh well, I was lucky if I was allowed to wear anything in the apartment you know. It was so routine I feel way overdressed like this, it's like he was training me! I was lucky if he let me wear some outfit for him'.@@ Her eyes widen. @@.woman;'Oh like the maid one!'@@ She bursts into laughter. @@.woman;'Oh I'd //so// forgotten about that. I mean don't get me wrong, it was fun with Brad, but you know sometimes you just want to relax in some hotpants or whatever. I mean just ''//anything//'' would do.'@@
You can't imagine controlling a woman to have her basically naked at your command. The idea sounds fantastic, but saddeningly remote. Especially with Cheryl.
@@.mc;'Brad sounds awful.'@@ You feel a mix of resentment and jealousy building towards him.
@@.woman;'Oh he was. But in the best ways at times,'@@ she bites her lip, @@.woman;'ohhh just the best. Anyway, we're good right?'@@
You nod.
@@.woman;'Alright then! Let's get cooking! One sec, let me get an apron, don't want to get anything on me. Do you want me to get you one too?'@@
[[Considering you only have one change of clothes you say yes.]]@@.woman;'Oh well, I was lucky if I was allowed to wear anything in the apartment you know. It was so routine I feel way overdressed like this, it's like he was training me! I was lucky if he let me wear some outfit for him'.@@ Her eyes widen. @@.woman;'Oh like the maid one!'@@ She bursts into laughter. @@.woman;'Oh I'd //so// forgotten about that. I mean don't get me wrong, it was fun with Brad, but you know sometimes you just want to relax in some hotpants or whatever. I mean just ''//anything//'' would do.'@@
You can't imagine controlling a woman to have her basically naked at your command. The idea sounds fantastic, but saddeningly remote. Especially with Cheryl.
@@.mc;'Brad sounds awful.'@@ You feel a mix of resentment and jealousy building towards him.
@@.woman;'Oh he was. But in the best ways at times,'@@ she bites her lip, @@.woman;'ohhh just the best. If he'd just had a little bit of your feminine charms, I mean not too much //obviously//. Well, not@@ <a class="popup woman"><ins>physically anywyay,</ins><span><img src="images/physicallyAnyway.gif"/></span></a> @@.woman;but maybe just a touch of your softness and compliance...anyway, we're good right?'@@
[[You nod]]<img src="images/cherCleanLegs.jpg" alt="cheryl legs" class="white-border">
@@.woman;'Go on then, tidy the place up a bit for me!'@@
[[You get to work, moving some paper around and generally organising some easy stuff.]]@@.woman;'No no. Come on $name, play along a bit, have some fun!@@ <a class="popup woman"><ins>Wiggle those hips a little,</ins><span><img src="images/wiggleThoseHips.gif" /></span></a> @@.woman;you don't want a punishment for doing a bad job do you?'@@
@@.mc;'A punishment?'@@
@@.woman;'Mmmhmmm, it's my role to keep you in line in your woman's role. '@@
@@.mc;'But I'm no-'@@
@@.woman;'Oh //come on//'@@
@@.mc;'Oh whatever.'@@ Playing a long for a while won't be that bad, will it?. @@.mc;'Wait, so you're in the man's role?'@@
@@.woman;'Well, I mean I dunno. I guess it's more...fluid than that? I'm not anywhere near masculine enough obviously. Whereas you can just be a special //type// of guy, who slips inbetween feminine and masculine...yes, you seem to fit well under a woman's control. Maybe a man's too, but definitely a woman and //certainly// not the one in charge. Now, wiggle those hips!'@@
You put a bit of effort to try to act a bit effeminate, but you're sure you just come across clumsy more than anything else. At least it seems to amuse Cheryl and there's no more threat of her wanting to hit you...She was just joking about that though surely?
@@.woman;'Alright then! Let's get cooking! One sec, let me get an apron, don't want to get anything on me. Do you want me to get you one too?'@@
[[Considering you only have one change of clothes you say yes.|subThought][$submissive to $submissive + 1]]Cheryl leans her head against your shoulder, her robe shifting open slightly, revealing most of her right breast. She doesn't seem to have noticed, she's too taken in by the television.
@@.woman;'Ohhh the things a man like that could do...I'd do anything for just one night...'@@ she trails off.
You notice your own cock is fully erect. It must be down to having a woman leaning on you with her tits almost out, surely.
After what seems like forever, the show ends.
@@.woman;'I can't believe David lives locally and I've never met him! Some of my friends say he's even hotter in the flesh. The rumours about what he's packing too. Oh God I need to lie down just thinking about it.@@ <a class="popup woman"><ins>Being his slave</ins><span><img src="images/beHisSlave.gif"/></span></a> @@.woman;might be worth it.'@@
@@.mc;'His slave?!'@@ [[you ask shocked at the suggestion.]]@@.woman;'Oh well I mean not like, //slavery//. Just...you know, a woman owned by a man kind of thing. You must've had a bit of roleplay with a girl like that.'@@
You hadn't, you tried some things with your ex at her suggestion, but you were never that taken with it and she didn't end up liking it. You assumed she just wasn't into that stuff, but having seen some of the photos on her phone taken with Ethan, that just wasn't the case.
@@.mc;'Yeah of course I mean a couple of times, but still. You want to be //owned// by him?'@@
@@.woman;'Well I mean, if that's what it takes. It could be worth it for him.'@@
@@.mc;'But what about being tired of the way Brad treated you and liking having me cook for you?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh that's just different! You were great in your own special way.'@@
@@.mc;'What do you mean by that?!'@@ you ask, [[unsure as to whether it was a wise question.]]@@.woman;'You watched the show right? You //saw// him at the pool, ''right''? I mean //come on//.'@@<<if $lipstick>> She looks at your lips, @@.woman;'his lips wouldn't look half as good as yours for a start!'@@<<elseif $cherylStronger>>@@.woman; He has so much //masculinity//, it radiates off him.'@@<</if>>
You decide not to press any further, you'd rather not have her go on about this guy.
@@.woman;'It's getting kinda late $name. As much as I'd love to <a class="popup woman"><ins>share David with you</ins><span><img src="images/shareDavid.gif"/></span></a> all night long I need to go to bed and get up early in the morning, and I'm sure you have stuff to do too.'@@
[['Yeah you're right. I'm sleeping on the couch then?]]She managed to find it so quickly it was as though she'd planned it. She uses her other hand to hold your head still, not squeezing too hard, but perhaps enough to leave a slight mark at the top of your throat.
@@.woman;'Sit still $name!'@@ She snaps.
You do as you're told. It's a weird sensation, difficult to not twitch a little. It's nice to be this close to her, to be touched by her. You'd probably even let her grab your throat harder.
@@.woman;'Voila! Ohhh //divine// darling, mwah! Go on put a little. Show them off!'@@
You oblige, while trying to hide a smile.
@@.woman;'You //so// need to see yourself in the mirror, come to the bathroom with me.'@@
You had always hoped for a bit of fun in the bathroom with a chick. But this wasn't exactly what you had in mind.
[[You get up and head to the bathroom]]@@.man;'Hey bro, nice to meet you...uh'@@ His eyes narrow, you can't quite work out why. @@.man;'You are a dude aren't you?'@@
@@.woman;'''Brad!'''@@ Cheryl snaps. @@.woman;'What sort of a question is that?! Be nice to $name, he just moved here!'@@
@@.man;'Sorry man, I just...I mean I thought you were a dude but...I mean are you wearing lipstick...?'@@
You begin to respond: @@.mc;'Oh well, I-'@@
But Cheryl's giggling and eventual cackling cuts you off. @@.man;'What's so funny?'@@ Brad asks.
@@.woman;'Ohhhh Brad. That's totally my fault, I just wanted to try my lipstick on him and well, he was just too nice to have the heart to stop me I suppose'@@
You nod sheepishly.
@@.man;'You're into putting lipstick on dudes now? Like, giving them a makeover and not you know...other ways of getting it on.'@@ He smirks at Cheryl as though a pleasant memory has popped into his head.
@@.woman;'Well, I mean. I'm not opposed to...//that// as you damn well know. Like, I dunno. It was just different with $name, I wouldn't do it with ''you''. But with $name here, it was a lot of fun! Wasn't it $name?!'@@
You mumble something close to a yes. You try to maintain a cool veneer, but deep down you are mortified that Brad has seen you in lipstick. You are concerned with how Cheryl seems to see you so differently to Brad...but the differences start to become clear to you. It wasn't just his hands that were bigger than you, //everything// about him dwarfs you. In height and general size you're far closer to Cheryl than this beast...
@@.man;'That ain't right Cheryl. Lipstick is for chicks'@@ he turns his gaze to you, @@.man;'sorry man, I don't mean to be rude just...lipstick?! How do you let a chick just emasculate you like that!? Cheryl of all people too...'@@ he shakes his head. @@.man;'Damn! You gotta be some kind of sissy...'@@
@@.woman;'Stop it Brad!'@@ Cheryl interrupts, she seems to be getting protective over you, maybe she feels bad about the lipstick. @@.woman;'He's not a sissy it was just a bit of fun! He hasn't done anything wrong.'@@
[[You begin to wish you hadn't entered the café earlier, why is this happening to you][$bradLipstick to true]]@@.woman;'HAHA YES! It was ''so'' //cute//'@@
You realize that you've lost any hope of Cheryl seeing you as a normal guy, there's no chance she'll look at you the way she looked at Brad...
@@.woman;'So come on! Answer me!'@@
@@.mc;'No, doll isn't right.'@@
@@.woman;'Well //fine//. Would you prefer //make you pretty//?'@@
You stare at the ground. You're deeply conflicted. The turn of events has you down. But you're enjoying all this attention from Cheryl. You'd rather please her and have her look at you this way, than reject her and have no chance anyway.
@@.woman;'Ohh don't look down at your feet. Look at me!'@@ You follow her order, you give her a weak smile. @@.woman;'I'm going to take that as a yes you know, you totally would have.'@@
@@.woman;'C'mon cutie, my place is this way.' @@[[Cheryl grabs your hand.|lipstickthoughts][$crossdress to $crossdress + 1]]You strip off and get into the shower. You have a quick wash and shampoo your hair. It's only until you begin to get out that you notice a bottle in the corner of the shower, with the same alien script as you saw on the jar in the kitchen.
Cheryl knock on the door. @@.woman;'Are you finished? I've found a t-shirt and pj bottoms you can wear!'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah I've just had a shower thanks'@@
The door begins to open, you panic as you're stark naked and reach for the nearest towel. It doesn't even wrap around your waist fully but at least your dignity is saved, sort of.
Cheryl suppresses a giggle. @@.woman;'Sorry I thought you meant you were more...decent.'@@ She begins to hand the clothes to you, but you don't dare let go of the towel. @@.woman;'Well, I'll just leave them on the side. Don't worry $name, it's no big deal.'@@ She laughs and walks out.
She didn't see anything did she? No you're sure she didn't. You dry yourself off and look in the mirror. <<if $lipstick is true>>You notice the lipstick is still on.
[[You wipe the lipstick off|You keep it on][$lipstickOn to false, $crossdress to $crossdress - 1]]
[[You keep it on|lips bigger][$crossdress to $crossdress + 1, $lips to $lips + 1]]
<<else>>\
[[Time to put on these clothes|You keep it on]]
<</if>>\You begin to put on the pj bottoms, but soon realize there is no way you'll fit into them. They're at least 5 sizes too big for you. The t-shirt is the same, almost draping to your knees.
There's another knock on the door. @@.woman;'Are you alright in there $name? You seem to be taking a long time.'@@
@@.mc;'Err, I think there's a bit of a problem with the clothes you've given me?'@@
@@.woman;'What's the problem?'@@
@@.mc;'Well, they're a bit big'@@
@@.woman;'They don't have to fit you perfectly do they?'@@
@@.mc;'Well OK they're a LOT big.'@@
@@.woman;'Can I come in and have a look? You're not still in that itty bitty towel are you?'@@ Cheryl giggles.
@@.mc;'It's fine, you can come in'@@ [[you sigh.]]@@.woman;'Well if you're alright with it. Just let me get ready for bed and we can see if there's anything you'll be alright in.'@@
You head out of the bathroom in your comically oversized attire. You wait on the couch for Cheryl to finish, she exits the bathroom. @@.woman;'I'll just be one minute!'@@ She rushes out in a skimpy towel, though one far larger than what you grabbed for yourself earlier.
A few moments later she calls you from her bedroom. @@.woman;'Come on $name, I think I might have something suitable!'@@
You enter her bedroom, struck by the bold red painted on every wall and the giant king size bed dominating the room. Your eyes turn to Cheryl, who is sitting on the bed with her legs crossed in a minimal purple babydoll, with a black thong visible underneath.
@@.woman;'I didn't want to foist something you didn't want on you, so I picked out a selection for you!'@@
You see an array of garments, [[none of them strike you as particularly practical.]]@@.mc;'No, you can't. The front is see-through.'@@
@@.woman;'Oh it really doesn't matter. Come on I want to see what it's like! This is entirely new to me! Who knew a guy could have an ass like that?! I want to see what else there is!'@@
You stay defiant, you will not let her see you.
<<if $lipstickOn is true and $bradLipstick is true>>\
She grabs your arm. @@.woman;'Come on don't be silly.'@@ She looks at you in the mirror. @@.woman;'Oh you kept the lipstick on as well! This is perfect. Come on $name, show me, I can tell you want to deep down.'@@
<<elseif $bradLipstick is true>>She grabs your arm. @@.woman;'Come on don't be silly.'@@ She looks at you in the mirror. @@.woman;'You took the lipstick off?! But it would've looked so good with this! You really need to show me now, to make up for wiping off your lipstick. I'm not happy.'@@
<<else>>\
She grabs your arm. @@.woman;'Come on don't be silly.'@@
<</if>>\
You give in, you already know Cheryl isn't going to let you get away from this situation and it's not like you're in a position to escape.
@@.mc;'Fine, you can see if you really want to.'@@
@@.woman;'Go on then, give me a twirl!'@@
You turn around, showing how it looks from the front.
@@.woman;'Ohhh I see. You're enjoying wearing it //a lot// aren't you.'@@ She smiles and looks at your cock. @@.woman;'I was going to say it's a perfect fit, but I suppose you aren't quite suited to every aspect of it. I hope you don't stretch it.'@@ she smirks. @@.woman;'Well I think we've sorted what you're wearing tonight. Unless you want to show me what you look like in some of my other things?'@@
@@.mc;'No'@@, you reply meekly @@.mc;'I think I should try to go to sleep.'@@
@@.woman;'Night then. Be a good...boy? Don't make a mess of my bodysuit!'@@
@@.mc;'...Goodnight.'@@
Cheryl exits the bathroom while giggling to herself. [[You head to her couch to try to forget all of this and get a good night's sleep.]]You notice the g-string underneath the couch again. You wonder whether it'd be easier to sleep in them rather than this ridiculous thing. You can't help but wonder what they would feel like though. You could take them? Since they've been left so carelessly you doubt Cheryl would notice.
[[You pick them up, put them in your bag and go to sleep|sleepNighttest][$gstring to true, $crossdress to $crossdress + 1]]
[[You decide you shouldn't. You go to sleep|sleepNighttest]]@@.woman;'Come on then, let's tie you up.'@@ She begins to approach, but stops.
<img src="images/bodyass.jpg" style="float:left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px" class="white-border">
@@.woman;'Oh $name! Why didn't you tell me you had such a nice round backside! Oh it's //perfect// for this one. Is that why you chose it? Did you want to show it off?'@@
You hadn't even considered the shape of your ass for years. But all of a sudden repressed memories of other boys teasing you in the showers came flooding back. [[Years of being told about or smacked because of your feminine backside...]]Cheryl opens the door and sees your problem. @@.woman;'Oh wow. I had no idea you were //that// much smaller. Yeah you can't sleep in those, they'll just come off in the night.'@@
@@.mc;'Do you have anything smaller?'@@
@@.woman;'Not anything the guys left me no, they're all kinda the same build...of course, //I// have smaller stuff. But I can't let you sleep on the couch with nothing. You could sleep on the floor, or...'@@ she cuts off, almost too embarrassed to suggest whatever it is.
@@.mc;'Or what?'@@ you ask.
@@.woman;'Well I mean. //I// have smaller stuff. I reckon you could probably@@ <a class="popup woman"><ins>fit into some things...'</ins><span><img src="images/fitIn.jpg"/></span></a>
@@.mc;'What you mean...oh.'@@
Cheryl looks at you with pity in her eyes and apologetically says: @@.woman;'Yeah. I know I'm being a bit funny about the couch. I just really don't want ''anyone'' sleeping on it in the buff, it's a rule for everyone not just you.'@@
You understand.
[[You say you could sleep on the floor]]
[[You bargain with yourself. But a decent nights sleep on the couch is the better option, you think][$submissive to $submissive + 1]]@@.mc;'Cheryl...these all seem kinda...skimpy? Don't you have anything more basic or practical?'@@
@@.woman;'Sorry $name. If I knew I'd have to give a guy something to wear I would've, but well, I can't say I've had the need to before.'@@
@@.mc;'Even so...not all women have stuff quite like this.'@@
@@.woman;'Maybe you need to meet better women $name! There are plenty of stores around here with stuff even hotter than these. But I'll admit, I do like to look nice in the bedroom, I can do without boring white cotton panties you know. Thongs are //much// more fun.'@@
@@.mc;'Why are there bras here? I really don't need to wear a bra.'@@
@@.woman;'As I said I just wanted to leave the choice open for you! You should at least get to choose.' She puts the bras back into her wardrobe. 'You wouldn't have been too happy if I'd have given you a g-string and said goodnight now would you?'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah but you wouldn't have done that would you?'@@
@@.woman;'Not tonight. May some other time! Now come on, pick something.'@@
@@.mc;'I don't really want to choose anything.'@@
@@.woman;'Well the floor is still an option. Even though I went to the effort of getting things out for you...'@@
You feel as though Cheryl is enjoying this yet again. Though going along with her enjoyment has gotten you into her bedroom with her in lingerie. [[It can't be that bad now can it?]]@@.mc;'No no, I still want the couch. Could you just...help me along a bit? I really have no idea where to start with this stuff.'@@
@@.woman;'//Well//'@@ she says with a devilish grin. @@.woman;'I know I joked about a g-string, but they're nice and comfortable. You'd forget you had it on after a while. You could wear one with a nice cami top. Or you could wear a lacey slip, though it is a bit see-through you'd probably need a g-string or thong to keep your modesty...'@@ she pauses briefly, @@.woman;'or you could wear one of my bodies, you can just wear one of them on their own probably.'@@
@@.mc;'That last one sounds...acceptable?'@@ You certainly thought it sounded the most tame. When Cheryl pointed it out, you realized that perhaps wasn't the case. To your eyes it was the laciest garment you'd ever seen, and appeared to have an impossibly deep v-neck going to just above your crotch. You thought about saying no, but looking at the options, you thought this still might be your best bet.
<img src="images/blackLace.jpg" style="float:right; width:30%" class="white-border">
@@.woman;'Alright $name, try it on!'@@
@@.mc;'Uh, here?'@@
@@.woman;'Sure why not?'@@
@@.mc;'I don't really want you looking, I think I'll go to the bathroom.'@@
@@.woman;'Well if you insist, I really don't mind though, it's nothing really.'@@
[[You head to the bathroom and begin to try it on.]]As you begin to slip on the garment you realize this perhaps wasn't the best choice. While you had assumed there would be at least some material on the back, it plunged down even further than the front, revealing the top of your ass cheeks. While the rest of it might has well have been a thong, your ass was almost entirely exposed. And while you had thought it would be held up by your shoulders, it turns out it was actually done up around your neck.
You were having difficulty doing the string around your neck up when once again you heard a knock on the bathroom door. @@.woman;'Do you need any help $name? I know that one's a bit tricky to get on right. It's much better at coming off.'@@
@@.mc;'I.'@@ you pause, you also hadn't realized how obvious the outline of your penis would be. Nor the pleasant feeling of the fabric on your skin...You can't let Cheryl see your front. @@.mc;'I could do with some help, but uh, can you just stay behind me and do it up?'@@
@@.woman;'You want me to@@ <a class="popup woman"><ins>take you from behind?'</ins><span><img src="images/fromBehind.gif"/></span></a> Cheryl asks.
@@.mc;'Please just help me.'@@
[[Cheryl enters the bathroom.][$laceBody to true, $wearLaceBody to true]]<img style="float:left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 45%" class="white-border" src="images/buttSqueeze.gif"> Cheryl stands right behind you. She squeezes your right buttock gently. 'Hey!' you cry out. @@.woman;'Oh stop,'@@ Cheryl says, '@@.woman;I just wanted to check it was real'@@ she laughs.
@@.mc;'Of course it's bloody real'@@
@@.woman;'Well it's //fantastic//. I have so many things that it would look //great// in.'@@ You feel your erection strain against the fabric. @@.woman;'Alright then let me tie you up, how tight do you want it?'@@
@@.mc;'However tight you would have it I guess?'@@
@@.woman;'Haha. No I wouldn't want to choke you.'@@ She does it up around your neck, it hurts a little bit but not enough to complain.
@@.woman;'Done! Now give me a twirl as a thank you, I want to see if the front looks as good.'@@
[[You can't let her see you like that, in this]]@@.woman;'Here we are! Please make yourself at home, you can tidy the kitchen if you want to, no pressure but I would //appreciate// it.'@@
Cheryl disappears into a room, which you assume is her bedroom. The apartment is moderately sized with a living room, kitchen, bedroom and bathroom. The view over the town is pleasant, but far from spectacular.
Cheryl doesn't seem to be the tidiest person in the world, with various items of clothing strewn across the living room, you think you can spy a g-string poking out from underneath her couch, but think it would be rude to go and check.
[[You decide to tidy the kitchen a little, you want to please Cheryl and be a good guest][$Cheryl to $Cheryl +1, $maid to $maid + 1, $submissive to $submissive + 1]]
[[You feel shattered, you decide to lay on the couch and watch some TV]]<img src="images/kitchen.jpg" alt="kitchen untidy" width="40%" style="float:left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; border:5px solid white">You clear away some dirty plates, clean some surfaces and have a brief crack at cleaning the stove. This certainly wasn't how you would have pictured the kitchen of the sexy waitress when you first saw her...
Your hear a door open in another room. Cheryl must have finished, you decide to leave the jar til later, maybe you'll ask her later. You hear footsteps approach, she must be close now, you get back to scrubbing the counter.
@@.woman;'//Oooh//'@@ she crows with delight. @@.woman;'My perfect little maid! You're just missing the uniform.'@@
[[You turn around to protest but get caught tongue-tied as you catch sight of what she's wearing.]]You stare blankly. A situation like this has become so alien to you that your brain seems to have forgotten how to function. However, some other parts of you body have retained muscle memory.
@@.woman;'$name? Are you going to say something or just stare? I'm sorry I suggested a uniform, I'm just playing.'@@
@@.mc;'Uh yeah, yeah. Say, uh.'@@ You just about collect your senses. @@.mc;'Do you always wear ''that'' around your apartment?'@@
@@.woman;'What //this//? Yeah, it's comfortable, why? Don't you like it?'@@
<img class="cropRobe" src="images/cherylRobe.jpg">
You ponder the tiny pink satin robe she's in, not even halfway down her thigh and showing substantial cleavage. <<if $lipstickOn is true>>Letting her put lipstick on you has certainly paid off.<</if>>
@@.mc;'It's fine, just...won't you get a bit cold like that? It's not covering much of you'@@
@@.woman;'Oh don't worry about me, the apartment's heated. I can put something else on to cover up more if you'd like? It's funny, I almost wore something way smaller.'@@
@@.mc;'Well as long as you won't be cold'@@ [[you say as you wonder what on earth the other option was.]]
<style>
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</style>She returns wearing a rather small and frilly white apron, which still leaves plenty of cleavage on display, but covers most of her robe.
@@.woman;'Here you go! This should cover you alright.'@@ She hands you a rolled up red apron, which you slip on over your head. It's only after Cheryl ties it up from behind that you notice the two pink bows on the front, and then the cartoonishly busty woman in a sexy wedding dress?"
<img src="images/cherylApron.png">
@@.woman;'Lookin' good $name!'@@
@@.mc;'Don't you have a more...//plain// apron?'@@
@@.woman;'Nope, sorry. You can make do with that right, I mean it'll do its job won't it? I mean I //would// have given you this one, but it'll barely cover any of your clothes. I've always wanted a sexy chef to cook for me anyway!'@@
@@.mc;'Did you picture this chef with breasts in lingerie and bows?'@@
@@.woman;'Ha! More sixpack with a huge snake in his boxers, but this will do! Now $name, let me show you how to cook a simple stir fry. It'll be quick, fun and easy. Just do as I say and everything will be fine'@@
<<if $lipstickOn is true>>\
You relent. You're wearing lipstick, you might as well wear a novelty apron.
<<elseif $cherylStronger is true>>\
You don't think arguing with her would end well for you.
<</if>>
[[Cheryl teaches you how to cook a stir fry]]@@.woman;'Let's just watch some TV or listen to some music $name.'@@
Cheryl settles on some sort of local scripted reality show.
@@.woman;'Oh I ''love'' this show. David is so //hot//.@@'
<img class="white-border" src="images/davidBeach.jpg">
[[As far as you can tell David is a handsome, rich and muscular jock type who seems to have at least 5 different love interests.]]@@.woman;'Yep! Not trying to get into my bed are you?'@@ Cheryl winks at you. @@.woman;'Don't worry I know you're not like that!'@@
@@.mc;'Well I, OK the couch it is...'@@
@@.woman;'I don't mean to be funny but, could you have a shower before you sleep on it? I don't want it to have sweat getting on it...'@@
@@.mc;'Sure, I can do that.'@@ You suddenly realize you don't really have anything to wear to sleep in...and if Cheryl is getting you to take a shower, you doubt she'd want you in dirty boxers or nude.
@@.mc;'I don't have anything to sleep in though, is that an issue?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh well, I mean you should wear //something//. I could probably fish out some sleep stuff guys have left here, would that be ok?'@@
You can't see why not.
@@.woman;'Great, you can go have a shower and I'll see if I can get something for you.'@@
[[You head into the bathroom to shower]]You flick around the tv channels...never have you seen so many just for selling women's clothes, makeup and so many other things...nor so many soap operas anr reality tv shows. You begin to doze off a little.
<<if $cherylStronger>>\
@@.woman;'Ugh $name! Maybe you're more of a typical guy than I thought.'@@ She grabs your arm. @@.woman;'Come on, don't make me force you, or is this your way of getting@@ <a class="popup woman"><ins>a real spanking?'</ins><span><img src="images/realSpanking.gif"/></span></a>
You begin to put up a bit of a fight but are stopped dead as you see what she's wearing. You stare blankly. A situation like this has become so alien to you that your brain seems to have forgotten how to function. However, some other parts of you body have retained muscle memory. One part of you has definitely perked up.
@@.woman;'$name? Are you going to do as I tell you?'@@
@@.mc;'Uh yeah, yeah. Say, uh.' You just about collect your senses. 'Do you always wear ''that'' around your apartment?'@@
<img class="cropRobe" src="images/cherylRobe.jpg">
[[You ponder the tiny pink satin robe she's in, not even halfway down her thigh and showing substantial cleavage.]]
<<else>>\
@@.woman;'Aww feeling tired? Come on let's get something to eat that'll perk you up.'@@
You begin to thank her for her kindness, but you have trouble collecting your jaw after seeing what she's wearing.
You stare blankly. A situation like this has become so alien to you that your brain seems to have forgotten how to function. However, some other parts of you body have retained muscle memory. One part of you has definitely perked up.
@@.woman;'$name? Are we going to go cook something?'@@
@@.mc;'Uh yeah, yeah. Say, uh.'@@ You just about collect your senses. @@.mc;'Do you always wear ''that'' around your apartment?'@@
@@.woman;'What //this//? Yeah, it's comfortable, why? Don't you like it?'@@
<img class="cropRobe" src="images/cherylRobe.jpg">
[[You ponder the tiny pink satin robe she's in, not even halfway down her thigh and showing substantial cleavage.|tinySatinRobe2]]
<</if>>\
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</style>@@.woman;'Right then.'@@ She squeezes your hand. @@.woman;'Are you going to be good and tidy up the place, just a little for me?'@@
@@.mc;'Uhh, what about showing me to cook?'@@
She moves in closer to you, digging her nails into you chest slightly.
@@.woman;'Come on $name, you wouldn't want to get on by bad side would you? I mean I am giving you a place to stay tonight.'@@
@@.mc;'OK, if you insist'@@
@@.woman;'Oooh this is fun! I like being the@@ <a class="popup woman"><ins>one to take charge.</ins><span><img src="images/forAChange.gif"/></span></a> @@.woman;Being the guy is great.'@@ She giggles. @@.woman;'Get me a beer from the kitchen!'@@
You go and get a beer, wondering how such a tiny slip of a woman has you doing this.
@@.woman;'Thanks darling!'@@ Cheryl sits down and watches TV. [[You can't complain at the view she's giving you.]]@@.woman;'Oh are you sure?'@@ Cheryl looks slightly disappointed.
@@.mc;'Yeah...I mean wearing women's clothes? It's a bit much for me.'@@
<<if $lipstick>>
@@.woman;'Is it really much worse than wearing lipstick though? It'd only be for one night as well. I like you in lipstick...'@@
@@.mc;'Hold on, you //want// me to wear your clothes?'@@
@@.woman;'Isn't it a fun idea?! I'm sure your figure would be really good in some of them too...it's fun to dress up.'@@
@@.mc;'My //figure//?'@@
@@.woman;'Sure you know, your build. Go on $name don't be a prude, they're all nice to wear trust me!'@@
[[You can't help but feel as though you want to please her...you give in|You bargain with yourself. But a decent nights sleep on the couch is the better option, you think]]
[[Nope. Floor it is]]
<<elseif $cherylStronger>>
@@.woman;'It's not really much more than playing the role of the woman with me is it? Or more than accepting you'd get spanked?'@@
You blush a little. @@.mc;'That's...that's different. It was for fun and the other is just hypothetical.'@@
@@.woman;'Oh come on $name, give it a go!. You //clearly// had fun earlier, why deny the chance or more fun?! You got used to the apron, keeping on for way longer than necessary! I'm //sure// you'd like some silky nightwear too.'@@
@@.mc;'It sounds like you're trying to force-'@@
@@.woman;'It's only forced if you don't want to $name.'@@ She steps in close to you and whispers. @@.woman;'I know even if you don't want to admit it, something //deep// down wants it.'@@ She cups your balls and looks directly in to your eyes. @@.woman;'It would be such a shame if I had to hurt you to make you realize.'@@
You really didn't think fear would be your main emotion when imagining the first woman to touch your balls after you split with your ex. But, Cheryl had you in a rather vulnerable position.
[[You give in to Cheryl, too scared to find out her reaction to saying no.|You bargain with yourself. But a decent nights sleep on the couch is the better option, you think][$bdsm to $bdsm + 1]]
<<else>>
'Well, I suppose that makes sense. Alright I'll see you in the morning, I hope you sleep well.'
[[dead end mr. vanilla]]
<</if>>@@.woman;'You're a natural in the kitchen!'@@ You carefully try to follow her instructions. It isn't too difficult of a task as you find out, but you think you've overcooked some of the vegetables. Still, you dish up and Cheryl seems very pleased with it all.
@@.woman;'Mmm delicious, I think I could get used to this! Most guys refuse to cook, calling it women's work.'@@ She looks you up and down, you feel as though she's judging you, categorising you in some way. @@.woman;'I suppose you are still in that apron though, maybe it's not such a surprise. You know, your face goes really well with your new body.'@@
You realize you've left the apron on even as you've eaten your meal. You would have thought that you would have taken it off straight after you'd finished cooking...
You stand up to take it off. But Cheryl almost instantly says: @@.woman;'$name, be a doll and put the plates in the dishwasher would you? Oh and don't take the apron off, you've been so wonderful wearing it, you wouldn't want that to end would you?'@@
You obediently pack the dishwasher. You're not sure if you want this to end or not.
@@.woman;'Thanks $name, you're a star. Let's go and do something else.'@@
@@.mc;'Can I take off the apron now?'@@
@@.woman;'Of course, it only looks good in the kitchen.'@@
[[You take off the apron and leave the kitchen]]@@.woman;'Aww you're so sweet $name. I can't imagine any other guy thinking of me like that. If Brad was like you I'd probably still be with him!'@@
@@.mc;'What was Brad like?'@@ You immediately regret asking, you've had more than enough about Brad, but it seems Cheryl hasn't.
@@.woman;'Oh well, I was lucky if I was allowed to wear anything in the apartment you know. It was so routine I feel way overdressed like this, it's like he was training me! I was lucky if he let me wear some outfit for him'.@@ Her eyes widen. @@.woman;'Oh like the maid one!' She bursts into laughter. 'Oh I'd //so// forgotten about that, and to think here I am, just having called you my maid! Oh this is so good. I mean don't get me wrong, it was fun with Brad, but you know sometimes you just want to relax in some hotpants or whatever. I mean just ''//anything//'' would do.'@@
You can't imagine controlling a woman to have her basically naked at your command. The idea sounds fantastic, but saddeningly remote. Especially with Cheryl.
@@.mc;'Brad sounds awful.'@@ You feel a mix of resentment and jealousy building towards him.
@@.woman;'Oh he was. But in the best ways at times,'@@ she bites her lip, @@.woman;'ohhh just the best. Anyway, we're good right?'@@
You nod.
@@.woman;'Alright then! Let's get cooking! One sec, let me get an , don't want to get anything on me. Do you want me to get you one too?'@@
[[Considering you only have one change of clothes you say yes.]]You wake up from your slumber, gradually coming round fairly content that there's no rush to sort anything out. You have a home and a job, things will be alright.
<<if $chastityOn>>Your feel your cock strain. Oh right of course, well maybe some things are more of a concern.<<if $noKey>> You guess you're going to have to feel horny until Cheryl lets you out, she will won't she? <<if $buttplug>>Maybe there's another way to find release? Well you're not too desperate just yet at least.<</if>><</if>><</if>>\
[[As you begin to get up your phone vibrates]][img[images/cheryBradView2.png][afterBuzz]]That looks like a lot...is his cum really 'yummy'? Girls haven't really wanted to taste yours, you were lucky to get an occasional swallow. Never mind keeping it long enough to take a selfie.
[[Let's try to get back to sleep|dayFourStart]]<<if $cumSwallowsBathroom and $noKey>>\
Did she have to have Brad cum over her tits after saying you couldn't? Is she getting off on doing stuff with him a purposefully denying you?! At least you did get to cum...but she seems to want to tease and deny you while then doing anything for Brad. But maybe it is just that she wants to share it and gets carried away? She wouldn't really want you to be locked in chastity forever...
<<elseif $cumSwallowsBathroom>>\
Did she have to have Brad cum over her tits after saying you couldn't? Is she getting off on doing stuff with him a purposefully denying you?! At least you did get to cum...but she seems to want to tease and deny you while then doing anything for Brad. But maybe it is just that she wants to share it and gets carried away?
<<elseif $penis lte 4>>\
Brad is lucky having a girl like Cheryl so eager to suck his dick. And a tiny bit different? Did she mean it like you think she did? She seems to get a little bit demeaning towards you when with Brad...
<<else>>\
Brad is lucky having a girl like Cheryl so eager to suck his dick.
<</if>>
[[You drift back to sleep|dayFiveStart]]<<if $cafeBluePanties and $noKey>> [img[images/day5MorningText.png][morningTextTease]]
<<elseif $chastityOn>>[img[images/day5MorningText2.png][afterMorningText]]
<<elseif $cafeBluePanties>>[img[images/day5MorningText3.png][afterMorningText]]
<<else>>[img[images/day5MorningText4.png][afterMorningText]]
<</if>>[img[images/day5MorningPic.png][afterMorningTexta]]Well time to get dressed.
<<if $pantiesRejected gte 1 and $bra>>You see the panties Cheryl gave you. Do you put them on today? You know it'll make Cheryl happy. It's not that big of a deal is it, they're just bits of fabric. Cute little bits of fabric.
<<if $noKey>>You wonder what else she's going to do if you don't wear them again today...<<else>>You wonder what that reward was? You might as well wear them to find out, right?<</if>>
[[No. You don't want either of them on. This is going to end, right?|dayFiveDressed][$wearPinkThong to false, $pantiesRejected to $pantiesRejected + 1]]
[[You put on the thong and get dressed|dayFiveDressed][$wearPinkThong to true]]
<<elseif $cafeBluePanties and $bra and $crossdress gte 6>>You unthinkingly put on a pink thong and bra and get dressed. You feel more and more comfortable like this. You were meant to dress this way, to be this way.
[[You finish dressing|dayFiveDressed][$wearPinkThong to true, $wearBra to true, $crossdress to $crossdress + 2]]
<<elseif $cafeBluePanties and $bra and $crossdress gte 4>>
You unthinkingly put on a pink thong. But what about the bra?
[[Well why the hell not? It'll be fun, right?|dayFiveDressed][$wearPinkThong to true, $wearBra to true, $crossdress to $crossdress + 2]]
[[No that's still too much, you get dressed without it|dayFiveDressed][$wearPinkThong to true]]
<<elseif $cafeBluePanties and $bra>>You see the pink thongs Cheryl gave you and there next to them, that bra. Do you wear the thong? The bra?
[[No. You don't want either of them on, this is getting too strange|dayFiveDressed][$wearPinkThong to false, $pantiesRejected to $pantiesRejected + 1]]
[[You put on just the thong and get dressed|dayFiveDressed][$wearPinkThong to true]]
[[Oh it's just too tempting, both it is!|dayFiveDressed][$wearPinkThong to true, $wearBra to true, $crossdress to $crossdress + 2]]
<<elseif $cafeBluePanties>>You see the pink thongs Cheryl gave you. Do you wear one?
[[This is getting too strange, stick with the male underwear|dayFiveDressed][$wearPinkThong to false, $pantiesRejected to $pantiesRejected + 1]]
[[You put on a pink thong and get dressed|dayFiveDressed][$wearPinkThong to true]]
<<else>>
[[You pick out a smart casual outfit|dayFiveDressed]]
<</if>>Your feel blood rushing to your cock. Man this feels strange, what the hell are you supposed to do now? She seems to be enjoying this way too much and she wants to talk. You have a feeling this is going to be a long day, especially if those breasts are in front of you for long.
God how has it got to this? Did she want to tease you sexually all along? Was it not just because she was having fun dressing you up? You're sure she knows you can't resist her and you're beginning to wonder [[what you would actually say no to|afterMorningText]]<<if $chastityOn and $noKey is not true>>Should you take off your chastity cage? You suppose a day in it wasn't so bad, but another one? If Cheryl is disappointed you can always put it back on. It can't be healthy to have it on for too long?
[[You take it off, you can keep it in your bag just in case|breakfastDayFive][$chastityOn to false, $chastityRejected to true]]
[[No, you keep it on. Cheryl was right to put you in it after all|breakfastDayFive][$chastity to $chastity + 2]]
<<else>>
<<goto[[breakfastDayFive]]>>
<</if>>You're in the middle of your cereal when Paris and Marion come to join you in the kitchen.
@@.marion;'Morning $name!'@@
<<if $parisPanties>>@@.paris;'Hope you've got some pretty panties on today!'@@
Marion giggles. @@.marion;'Oh speaking of! We need you to go do some washing for us. And put away properly.'@@
What, again? It's only been a couple of days...
<<if $noLaundry>>@@.paris;'Yeah and actually do it today. No excuses about a mean laundry lady. I want it done properly.'@@ She gives you a stern glare.<</if>>
<<else>>@@.paris;'Hope you had a good night's sleep $name!'@@
@@.marion;'We need some washing done for us today, could you get it done for us? And put away properly.'@@
<<if $noLaundry>>@@.paris;'Yeah and actually do it today. No excuses about a mean laundry lady. I want it done properly.'@@ She gives you a stern glare.<</if>>
<</if>>
They both say they need to get to work and will see you later. You decide you'll do their laundry later. You'd rather go and see Cheryl first really. [[You finish your breakfast and get going]]You get to the café. It's becoming a pleasant routine now, after so much change some monotony is welcome.
<<if $cafeBluePanties>>Cheryl waves hello to you, but she seems less excitable than usual. She looks slightly...timid? She gives you a hug and you sit down at a table.
@@.woman;'I'm glad you came $name. How are you?'@@
@@.mc;'I'm fine, is something wrong?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh no I mean well. I suppose something is bothering me? I don't know, like, I do want to talk with you about it.'@@
@@.mc;'Well? What's the problem?'@@ You hope is isn't something serious. Have you done something [[to annoy her, disappoint her?]]
<<else>>
She is excited to see you and you chat for a while. Again it's nothing serious, you talk about some celebreties, her friends and so on. It's all fairly shallow but fun enough and passes the time. You can't help but feel you've really missed the boat on having a deeper or different relationship with her, but there are worse thing to ever happen. You finish talking and [[get going|afterCafeDay5]]
<</if>>@@.mc;'Have I done something wrong?'@@
@@.woman;'What? No of course not! You're lovely. No I kinda said something to a friend and I feel like I shouldn't, you know? About you.'@@ She can't really look you in the eye as she says this. You can't quite believe the bubbly Cheryl you've known for the past few days seems quite so meek now. Or that she really considers what she does this much normally.
@@.mc;'About uh...things we've done?'@@
She lowers her voice even though nobody else is around. @@.woman;'About you know, panties and stuff.'@@ She looks almost embarrassed to be talking about this. What happened to the woman who has seemed so eager to turn you into some sort of girly doll?
You try to look slightly surprised, even though you're fairly sure this is the conversation you overheard. You did feel slightly mortified at the time, but the conversation wasn't that bad. And well, Amanda seemed encouraging for some sort of relationship between you and Cheryl...it was almost a good thing.
@@.mc;'Oh!'@@
She finally makes eye contact with you. @@.woman;'Yeah. I'm sorry. I shouldn't just gossip about stuff like this...'@@
@@.mc;'Probably not.'@@ You smile and put your hand on hers.
[[She smiles back]]@@.woman;'What are we doing $name?'@@
@@.mc;'Sitting here having a talk?'@@
@@.woman;'No I mean. Like, what is //this//?'@@
@@.mc;'Friends?'@@
@@.woman;'Is it? Does a friend put you in lingerie, panties, shave your legs?'@@ <<if $chastised>>She continues. @@.woman;'Put you in a chastity cage...'@@
@@.mc;'Which you teased me about earlier!'@@
@@.woman;'I //know//. Whenever I think about it I just have these urges. But thinking deeper about it...<</if>>
@@.mc;'But you've had fun haven't you?'@@
@@.woman;'//Yes//! But like I don't understand it ok and that I dunno. I just don't know. I can't explain it. And you're just going along with it.'@@ <<if $pantiesRejected>>She pauses. @@.woman;'Well I mean most of the time anyway. I know yesterday...but there's been so much else.'@@<</if>> She squeezes your hand. @@.woman;'I feel like...I have sort of control over you and I dunno I don't want to be forcing you. Plus there's how you seem to have changed. I know we haven't known each other for long but even in that short time...'@@
@@.mc;'If I didn't like you and hated it would I have come to see you again today?'@@
@@.woman;'I guess not. But I get kinda...bitchy? Don't I? It just seems to happen and I'm not even thinking about it. But thinking about it now...'@@
@@.mc;'I can make it clear enough if I really, really don't like stuff. Sure, I wouldn't have done half the stuff if it wasn't for you.'@@
[[She giggles a little]]@@.woman;'I guess I should stop overthinking it. I don't know why I'm so caught up in this, I'm never usually.'@@ She lets out a deep sigh.
@@.mc;'Come on Cheryl, go back to being you. You're too fun to be like this.'@@
@@.woman;'Fiiine! I'll be OK. You're definitely so much better off for having known me, right? How else would you know your ass looks fantastic in my lingerie.'@@
You can't help but laugh at the silliness of it. She is right you guess. @@.mc;'Yeah, what would I have done without you.'@@
@@.woman;'So you're not mad?'@@
@@.mc;'No I'll be alright, don't worry. Was it just one friend?'@@
@@.woman;'Yeah, it was I was at the bar with Amanda. I got a little tipsy and well, I guess I'm loose when tipsy.'@@
@@.mc;'How did she react to it?'@@
@@.woman;'I mean I guess she was surprised. But she thought I would've slept with you by now!'@@ She laughs but her eyes meet yours. You can feel her trying to gauge your response.
You try to laugh along with her. It probably comes across half-hearted. @@.mc;'Now there's a thought...'@@ And what a thought, your eyes travel to her cleavage. @@.mc;'But she didn't say you should stop stuff or it's too weird?'@@
@@.woman;'No! I guess Amanda is open about that sort of stuff I dunno. Not that she's ever...you know. Not that she's said.@@
@@.mc;'And she didn't make fun of me?'@@
@@.woman;'Of course not! I wouldn't let that happen. Only //I'm// allowed to do that. Unless you //want// both of us to...'@@
@@.mc;'Uhh.'@@
@@.woman;'I don't know if you're man enough to survive both of us!'@@ You can feel her coming back out of her shell, she leans closer towards you. [[The doubts seem to have lifted.]]@@.woman;'That could be a lot of fun actually.'@@
You can feel her eyes travelling over you. You're not sure if you want to know what's going through her mind.
@@.woman;'Maybe you should come over tonight, I'm sure Amanda would like to meet you.'@@
@@.mc;'Oh yeah, I mean maybe.'@@
@@.woman;'You know with all this talk. You haven't had your bathroom inspection. I do hope you're properly dressed today.'@@
[[She takes you by your hand to the bathroom]]@@.woman;'Well? Are you in your panties today?'@@
<<if $noPanties gte 1 and $pantiesRejected gte 2>>
You wonder just how she's going to react to this now. @@.mc;'No, not today.'@@
@@.woman;'//Again//?!'@@
<<if $noKey is not true>>@@.mc;'Yeah...I didn't feel like putting them on this morning, ok?'@@
@@.woman;'That's twice now...$name do you not want to? Really? Don't you want the gift I got for you?'@@ She looks rather sad.
You can feel that how you respond now could be very important. Do you really want to crossdress and maybe more with her? Do you want to know what the gift was? Or is it all really just too much. Do you think you'll be better off stopping this, even if it means you likely will distance yourself from Cheryl in a significant manner.
[[You decide that you'd rather have fun with Cheryl. Who cares if you wear some panties really? That gift could be something special as well]]
[[No you really can't do it. It's time to end this strange situation.]]
<<else>>@@.mc;'Yeah...I didn't feel like putting them on this morning, ok?'@@
@@.woman;'But, even after yesterday? I thought you'd agreed you would now.'@@
@@.mc;'It just doesn't feel right. I don't know? I mean panties are fine just not...not something I'll wear everday. I'm sorry.'@@
<<if $cherylStronger>>@@.woman;'Oh //please//. Do you want more //punishments// $name, is that it? I know you enjoyed me putting you in your place yesterday. You're not just getting this key back you know. And you'd do well to understand that wearing a pink thong is the //least// you need to do to keep me happy. And I'm only going to let you@@<<if $penis lte 3>>@@.woman;r tiny cock@@<</if>>@@.woman; out if I'm happy. Understand?'@@
She stands right up to you. Pushing you back to lean against a sink, in her heels she leans over you. You shouldn't feel so intimidated by a woman like Cheryl. But you feel small, and the key attached to her necklace amplifies her power over you.
You respond with a slight quiver in your voice. @@.mc;'Yes. Yes I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking.'@@
@@.woman;'Aww that's ok.'@@ She strokes your hair and put her palm on your cheek. @@.woman;'Just don't expect to get out of your cage anytime soon. Alright? You're a bad girl that needs to be punished.'@@
@@.mc;'I uh...what...'@@
[[You see her smirk]]
<<else>>@@.woman;'Really?! Even after I put you in your chastity cage?? You're still resisting this?. I thought you'd give in...'@@ She looks rather sad.
You can feel that how you respond now could be very important. Do you really want to crossdress, have her control your cock and maybe more with her? Or is it all really just too much. Do you think you'll be better off stopping this, even if it means you likely will distance yourself from Cheryl in a significant manner.
[[You decide that you'd rather have fun with Cheryl. Who cares if you were some panties really? Her having your chastity key is alright too]]
[[No you really can't do it. It's time to end this strange situation.]]<</if>>\
<</if>><</if>>\
<<if $pantiesRejected is 1 and $noPanties gte 1>>@@.mc;'Yeah. It's better like this, isn't it?'@@
<<if $noKey>>
@@.woman;'There's a good girl! I see your little punishment put you in your place, huh?'@@ She twirls the key between her fingers.
@@.mc;'Oh, uh I suppose. I don't know if it was just //that//'@@
@@.woman;'Ha. Yeah we'll see. Don't think you'll get let out that easily.'@@ She moves forward to stroke your hair and face. @@.woman;'I will say being a good little girl for me will get you better treatment.@@ She whispers in your ear. @@.woman;'Unless you want to be treated like a naughty girl.'@@ She starts to giggle. She steps back and you can see her smiling with a slight look of embarrassment. She's clearly enjoying this, but still doesn't seem quite used to it. Like she can't quite believe what she's said.
You can't really believe it either. But didn't you quite enjoy her calling you a good girl? Or are you a more naughty type...
[[Taking the moment in you don't realize that Cheryl seems to be undressing you|undressingCafe5]]
<<else>>
Cheryl claps excitedly. @@.woman;'Of course!! You go girlfriend! It's so right for you to work with your assets and wear some sexy underwear, if anything you need to go further!'@@
Girlfriend...//further//?! @@.mc;'Is this not enough?'@@
@@.woman;'Well I mean it's better than nothing. But trust me we'll get you looking //way// better. You'll be as hot as me in no time. Now! Come on I still want to see.'@@
[[Before you can respond she's pulling your clothes off|undressingCafe5]]
<</if>><</if>>\
<<if $noPanties lte 0 and $pantiesRejected gte 1>>
<<if $chastised>>@@.mc;'Oh uhh no not today.'@@
@@.woman;'Whaat, why not?! Yesterday was so much fun!! Come on you can't not wear panties now, not with your pretty toes and smooth legs! Not to mention your@@<<if $penis lte 3>>@@.woman; tiny@@<</if>>@@.woman; cock all nice and locked in them.'@@
@@.mc;'But do I have to? Every day?'@@
@@.woman;'Well at least if you want to come and have fun with me! Come on I know you like me dressing you up. And I know you like wearing panties, don't try to deny it to yourself. Just have fun and do what you really want!'@@
[[But you don't actually want this]]
[[Well, you suppose she's right]]
<<else>>@@.woman;'Whaat why?! With your pretty toes and smooth legs, come on! You've enjoyed wearing them haven't you??'@@
@@.mc;'I just didn't feel like it today you know. Does it have to be everyday?'@@
@@.woman;'Well at least if you want to come and have fun with me! Come on I know you like me dressing you up. And I know you like wearing panties, don't try to deny it to yourself. Just have fun and do what you really want!'@@
[[But you don't really want this]]
[[Well, you suppose she is right]]
<</if>><</if>>\
<<if $pantiesRejected lte 0 and $noPanties lte 0>>@@.mc;'Yeah. I guess it's sort of a habit now...'@@ It really is, isn't it? Natural...
@@.woman;'That's so great! I love how you've taken to it, dressing in sexy underwear is so like...oh what's the word? //Empowering//, isn't it? Like even if you're in some boring clothes you can still feel like a hot slut, right? I could so tell you were wearing them when you came in. You've got a sassy little strut going on! You just need some killer heels on!'@@
A...sassy strut? Do you really? Are you changing that much? You bet you look hot though, right?
@@.woman;'Are you in your bra, or is that a bit much?'@@
<<if $wearBra>>@@.mc;'I thought I'd give it a go as well...'@@
@@.woman;'Hahaha, oh so good. You just need some big bouncy boobs like me!'@@ She squeezes them together, and shakes them a little.<<else>>@@.mc;'Oh no I...that just doesn't feel right?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh. Hmmm. Well I //guess//. You don't have any tits so I guess it's not needed? Still would look cute, but whatever!'@@<</if>>
She starts to strip you. You don't even question what's happening now. It feels [[sort of natural to be stripped off in panties for her now]]
<</if>>\@@.mc;'No Cheryl. I'm sorry I just can't...I tried. I did, it just...isn't for me.'@@
@@.woman;'Did I do something wrong or?'@@
@@.mc;'No you're great I just can't go wearing that stuff.'@@
@@.woman;'Oh. I really...really thought you did but. Well I guess I can't force you...'@@
<<if $noKey>>
@@.mc;'It was fun I guess. Say...uh, can I get that key?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh! Oh right.'@@ She takes it off her necklace and hands it to you. She looks genuinely disappointed, but well. Enough is enough. You can't be turned into some sort of locked up sissy for her, that would just be weird.
<</if>>
[[You say goodbye, feeling you won't be seeing much of Cheryl at all from now on|afterCafeDay5]]@@.woman;'You heard me. Now strip, let me see your locked up cock.'@@
You take off your clothes, instinctively handing them to her as you do.
@@.woman;'That's better. Naked and in your chastity cage. Not bad, but you //really// do need some panties at the very least. Something slutty for a naughty girl like you.'@@ She bites her stands right up to you, bites her lip and breathily whispers. @@.woman;'Being naughty can be //a lot// of fun.'@@ She runs her fingers around your groing and gives your chastity cage a little flick.
@@.woman;'Did you like the picture I sent to you this morning?'@@
The image of her partially covered breasts surges to the front of your mind. @@.mc;'Yes.'@@ You gulp a little.
@@.woman;'Do you like them?'@@ She squeezes her breasts together, almost shoving them into your face.
@@.mc;'Y-yes. Of course.'@@
@@.woman;'Do they make you //hard//?'@@
@@.mc;'Y-well uh the-'@@
@@.woman;'Oh //that's// right. //So// silly of me!'@@ She grabs your cage firmly. @@.woman;'You don't get hard now do you? Well I suppose girls don't really get hard do they?'@@
[[You can't really think of a response, you don't really want to respond]]<<if $sub gte 7 and $cherylStronger>>@@.woman;'Oh //come on//. You just told me you did like 5 minutes ago!'@@ She leans towards you, her breasts pressing against your chest. @@.woman;'Be a good boy $name, you know you want to please me.'@@ Her knee rises up your thigh. It's too much, you know you can't resist her like this...
@@.mc;'I...I do want to please you.'@@
@@.woman;'//See//!. I guess I just have to be a little bit forceful with you sometimes don't I?'@@ She ruffles your hair but gives it a slight pull, hurting even so slightly. @@.woman;'//Don't I//? Hmmm?'@@
@@.mc;'Oh. Yeah I guess...'@@
@@.woman;'Good. Come on then, takes your clothes off.'@@ You consider questioning it, but she gives you a stern look. You comply [[stripping off as she stares at you intently]]
<<else>>
@@.mc;'No Cheryl. I'm sorry I just can't...I tried. I did, it just...isn't for me.'@@
@@.woman;'Did I do something wrong or?'@@
@@.mc;'No you're great I just can't go wearing that stuff.'@@
@@.woman;'Oh. I really...really thought you did but. Well I guess I can't force you...'@@
[[You say goodbye, feeling you won't be seeing much of Cheryl at all from now on|afterCafeDay5]]
<</if>><<if $chastityOn>>@@.woman;'Good! Come on let's get these off then.'@@ She starts to strip you. You quickly end up naked in front of her. While she is still fully clothed, of course. Well you're not //completely// naked, are you?
@@.woman;'Mmmm yeah I was right wasn't I? That cage doesn't look nearly as good without your panties. Much better as a pairing. Oh well, you'll learn for the future I suppose. I might need to teach you a bit of a lesson...'@@
@@.mc;'Really? I said you were right...'@@
@@.woman;'Actions not words $name! Don't worry I mean I guess you don't need a spanking or anything!'@@
@@.mc;'Oh thanks for that...'@@
@@.woman;'But well. I think I should probably get that key. To be sure.'@@
@@.mc;'The...the //chastity// key?'@@
@@.woman;'Of course! Come on I know you don't want to stop it, you just need a bit of a helping hand.'@@ She holds her hand out, motioning for you to give her it. You reach around in your pockets and give the key to her.
@@.woman;'Great, it'll be fine $name don't worry! Now then. I had some other ideas...'@@
[[Oh what now][$noKey to true]]
<<else>>@@.woman;'Good! Come on let's get these off then.'@@ She starts to strip you. You quickly end up naked in front of her. While she is still fully clothed, of course.
@@.woman;'Oh $name...you took off your chastity cage as well?!'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah I know...I just...felt constrained. It was silly I guess.'@@
@@.woman;'Well alright. It's a good job I have a spare then!'@@
@@.mc;'Wait what, really?'@@
@@.woman;'Well yeah, I mean I did think something like this //might// happen. I mean I thought you might reject it completely you know, some guys might find it a bit humiliating, maybe? Or demeaning? I dunno. But anyway!'@@ She reaches into her bag and sure enough she pulls out a chastity cage. She quickly has your cock placed inside. Clicked shut.
@@.woman;'This time I should keep the key, we wouldn't want you getting out again without me! And don't think about trying the other key with this one, it's a different model. I was sort of considering taking the key anyway you know, but this settles it! You know I'm not sure if your behaviour deserves some sort of punishment...'@@
Well, that's one loophole you don't seem to have. That seemed awfully convenient. And a punishment? Oh no...
@@.woman;'Well we'll see. I had some other ideas...'@@
[[Oh what now][$noKey to true, $chastityOn to true]]
<</if>><<if $sub gte 7 and $cherylStronger>>@@.woman;'Oh //come on//. You just told me you did like 5 minutes ago!'@@ She leans towards you, her breasts pressing against your chest. @@.woman;'Be a good boy $name, you know you want to please me.'@@ Her knee rises up your thigh. It's too much, you know you can't resist her like this...
@@.mc;'I...I do want to please you.'@@
@@.woman;'//See//!. I guess I just have to be a little bit forceful with you sometimes don't I?'@@ She ruffles your hair but gives it a slight pull, hurting even so slightly. @@.woman;'//Don't I//? Hmmm?'@@
@@.mc;'Oh. Yeah I guess...'@@
@@.woman;'Good. Come on then, takes your clothes off.'@@ You consider questioning it, but she gives you a stern look. You comply [[stripping off as she stares at you.]]
<<else>>
@@.mc;'No Cheryl. I'm sorry I just can't...I tried. I did, it just...isn't for me.'@@
@@.woman;'Did I do something wrong or?'@@
@@.mc;'No you're great I just can't go wearing that stuff.'@@
@@.woman;'Oh. I really...really thought you did but. Well I guess I can't force you...'@@
[[You say goodbye, feeling you won't be seeing much of Cheryl at all from now on|afterCafeDay5]]
<</if>>@@.woman;'Good! Come on let's get these off then.'@@ She starts to strip you. You quickly end up naked. While she is still fully clothed, of course.
@@.mc;'But what for this time...'@@
@@.woman;'Well I mean, you could have been lying! You could've been hiding some new hot lingerie from me! But whatever, this is still fun, and anyway maybe you need a little bit of a lesson...'@@
@@.mc;'Oh come on it's just one time.'@@
@@.woman;'Well I guess. We'll see, maybe I'll forgive you. But anyway, I still have some things I want to do...'@@ You see her reach into her bag.
[[Oh what now]]She quickly has you down to your pink underwear.
<<if $noKey>>@@.woman;'Your chastity goes just as well with panties as I thought it would! It's almost like it's not even there!'@@
@@.mc;'Oh that's good, I guess...'@@
@@.woman;'It's great. You're progressing so well...but there's always more you can improve!'@@
Improved...how? What else is she going to do? @@.mc;'What do you have in mind...?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh where to start! But like, you need a whole makeover really. //Eventually// anyway.'@@
<<else>>
@@.woman;'There we are! ''So'' much better than yesterday. But I still think you can be improved!'@@
Improved...how? What else is she going to do? @@.mc;'What do you have in mind...?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh well, where do we begin really?! Like you need a whole makeover don't you? And then well there's always //that// little problem.'@@ She points at your penis.<<if not $chastityOn>> She pauses. @@.woman;'You took off your chastity cage??'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah it gets kinda uncomfortable?'@@
<<if $cherylStronger and $sub gte 6>>@@.woman;'So?! It was a gift! You should be wearing it.'@@
@@.mc;'But you did give me the key...'@@
@@.woman;'Yeah but I thought you'd keep yourself locked up for me. Maybe that was a mistake.'@@ [[She doesn't look happy]] <<else>>@@.woman;'Aw, well. I hope you can get over that. For me.'@@
@@.mc;'Maybe. I guess I'll try...'@@
@@.woman;'Anyway!'@@<</if>>
<</if>><</if>>
<<if $chastityOn>>[[You see her reach for her bag, wondering what she's going to produce]]<<elseif not $cherylStronger or $sub lte 5>>[[You see her reach for her bag, wondering what she's going to produce][$chastityAvoided to true]]<</if>><<if $chastityOn>>@@.woman;'There we are! And still nice and locked up too, you've done well! Are you getting used to it?'@@
@@.mc;'It's...only been a day.'@@
@@.woman;'Well that's enough isn't it? I mean //every// day is only a day. Although maybe you do deserve a bit of a reward. Say, do you have the key?'@@ She feels around in your pockets and sure enough, retrieves it. Is she going to unlock your cock? Your hopes fade somewhat as you watch her attach the key to her necklace...
@@.mc;'Um Cheryl?'@@
@@.woman;'Yeah?'@@
@@.mc;'Are you keeping that?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh well I mean yeah. Don't you want me to? I //did// give you it as a gift. Don't you want me to have the key? Don't you trust me?'@@
@@.mc;'No I do it's j-'@@
@@.woman;'Well then! Don't worry so much. Now I do have some other things...'@@
[[You see her reach for her bag, wondering what she's going to produce][$noKey to true]]
<<elseif $chastised>>@@.woman;'Good! Come on let's get these off then.'@@ She starts to strip you. You quickly end up stripped down to your pink underwear. While she is still fully clothed, of course.
@@.woman;'Still //so// cute! Oh...'@@ You see a look of disappointment flash across her face. @@.woman;'$name...you took off your chastity cage?!'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah I know...I just...felt constrained. It was silly I guess.'@@
@@.woman;'Well alright. It's a good job I have a spare then!'@@
@@.mc;'Wait what, really?'@@
@@.woman;'Well yeah, I mean I did think something like this //might// happen. I mean I thought you might reject it completely you know, some guys might find it a bit humiliating, maybe? Or demeaning? I dunno. But anyway!'@@ She reaches into her bag and sure enough she pulls out a chastity cage. She quickly has your cock placed inside. Clicked shut.
@@.woman;'But $name. I think this time I should keep the key. And don't think about trying the other key with this one, it's a different model. I was sort of considering taking the key anyway you know, but this settles it! You know I'm not sure if your behaviour deserves some sort of punishment...'@@
Well, that's one loophole you don't seem to have. That seemed awfully convenient. And a punishment? Oh no...
@@.woman;'Well we'll see. I had some other ideas...'@@
[[You see her reach for her bag, wondering what she's going to produce][$noKey to true, $chastityOn to true]]
<<else>>
@@.woman;'Good! Come on let's get these off then.'@@ She starts to strip you. You quickly end up stripped down to your pink underwear. While she is still fully clothed, of course.
@@.woman;'Still //so// cute!'@@ She runs her finger around the edge of your cock. @@.woman;'You know how I said I had an idea for something yesterday?'@@
@@.mc;'Uh, kinda?'@@
@@.woman;'Welllll it was kinda this thing, like, this chastity cage? But I dunno. I thought it would make you look even cuter in your panties, but looking at you now. I think you're just perfect like this!@@
@@.mc;'Oh. Uh, thanks!'@@ You're sure she meant it as a compliment. It's just. That's the way she compliments you? Maybe it's ok...?
@@.woman;'But I do have something else for you!'@@
[[You see her reach for her bag, wondering what she's going to produce]]
<</if>>\<<if $noKey>>She ends up knelt in front of you @@.woman;'There you are! Oh it's good to see you all nice and locked. It's silly I was worried you wouldn't be. But like, of course you couldn't be cause I have the key!'@@ She laughs and jiggles her breasts, having them brush against your cage with the key knocking against it as well.
@@.mc;'Is that really necessary?'@@
@@.woman;'Well no but you have basically told me you want this so shush!'@@ She places your caged cock right in her cleavage and snorts with laughter. @@.woman;'I do love having my tits round a cock.'@@
@@.mc;'Haha yeah.'@@ Even if this is at your expense. You can't deny how turned on this makes you. You also feel like you're going to get turned on a lot around Cheryl. Even more than you already were.
[[Cheryl stands up, and seems to be getting something out of her bag|You wonder what exactly she means]]
<<else>>She starts to reach into her purse and holds a small, clear object in front of you.
@@.woman;'Do you like it?!'@@
@@.mc;'...What //is// it?'@@
@@.woman;'A chastity cage! You know. To keep your cock under control, I got it from Marinon's sex shop!'@@
@@.mc;'You went to the sex shop?!'@@
@@.woman;'It was so much fun! Soo much stuff I had no idea even existed. So much weird stuff that I sort of want to forget about but still, Marion was great at showing me round too. So yeah, come on!'@@
@@.mc;'Is that...necessary?'@@
@@.woman;'Well I mean sure. You know how you're always getting hard in your panties, this would solve that problem! Come on let's get it on.'@@
[[You let her put the chastity cage on you|endUpNaked2][$chastityOn to true, $chastised to true]]
[[No, no. You're not putting a cage on your cock|endUpNaked2][$chastityAvoided to true]]
<</if>>\<<if $chastityOn>>She puts the cage over your cock. <<if $penis lte 4>>@@.woman;'Aww. Maybe I got the wrong size? I hadn't noticed you were ummm. You know. Petite?'@@
You look down. The cage fits over your penis fine but rather too easily. There's quite a lot of room to spare...but petite? You're sure you're in the region of average, you measured it enough times as a teenager...
Cheryl fiddles with the cage a bit more. @@.woman;'It's pretty cute actually! Way more pleasant than some of guys I've had, they'd look //terrible// in that thong and this cage would have absolutely no chance of fitting them. You're really lucky that you're nice and compact.'@@<<set $smallCage to true>><</if>>
She finishes fiddling and you hear a click. She gives it a tap, grinning cheekily. @@.woman;'See isn't that great!'@@
Yeah...really great.
@@.woman;'Right! There's plenty more fun to be had now!'@@
<<else>>
@@.woman;'Aww. Are you sure? Oh well. I guess it's not //necessary//.'@@
She puts the cage back into her purse. @@.woman;'There's plenty of other things to have fun with! I do hope you want to have at least //some// fun though.'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah yeah just not that ok.'@@
@@.woman;'Fine fine I have a good idea!'@@<</if>>\
[[You wonder what exactly she means]]She clutches some sort of fabric. Of course, more clothes what else. Oh are those...
@@.woman;'Stockings! I think they'll look //great// with your panties, when you're wearing them anyway!'@@ She hands them to you. @@.woman;'Go on! Put them on.'@@
You pull them over your legs, they feel nice against your skin. They finish at the thigh with a lacey end. They might go nicely with a garter belt?
@@.woman;'Don't they look great?! I thought you could feel sexy with them on and nobody would know, just like your panties! //Speaking off//'@@ You notice she's now holding a pink thong. @@.woman;'On. Now.'@@ You put on the pink thong.
You do feel kinda sexy with them...you think? You're not used to this sort of feeling.
@@.woman;'I think you should just go around in lingerie all day you know, you look so good. Imagine if you had like a corset, ooh some heels, maybe get your hair done!'@@
@@.mc;'This is enough!'@@ [[Is it though?][$wearStockings to true, $wearPinkThong to true]]@@.mc;'No I do want to...it's just still so new it takes time getting used to it. I'm fine with it really...I think?'@@
@@.woman;'See I knew it!'@@ She slaps your arm. @@.woman;'Why be so difficult?! You made me think you weren't enjoying this!'@@
@@.mc;'Alright alright, I'm sorry, ok?'@@
@@.woman;'Awww I know I know. I can't actually be mad at you. //Although//...don't think I won't use your guilt just a little bit. Especially now I don't have doubts...'@@ She smiles at you.
@@.mc;'Well, at least go easy on me?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh please, don't pretend this is just up to me. Well maybe a little.'@@ She starts to take of your shirt.
@@.mc;'Uhh, what are you doing? You don't have to check you know I'm not wearing the thong...'@@
@@.woman;'Oh I know. Just trust me.'@@
[[You end up naked in front of her]]She clutches some sort of fabric. Of course, more clothes what else. Oh are those...
@@.woman;'Stockings! I think they'll look //great// with your panties.'@@ She hands them to you. @@.woman;'Go on! Put them on.'@@
You pull them over your legs, they feel nice against your skin. They finish at the thigh with a lacey end. They might go nicely with a garter belt?
@@.woman;'Don't they look great?! I thought you could feel sexy with them on and nobody would know, just like your panties!'@@
You do feel kinda sexy with them...you think? You're not used to this sort of feeling.
@@.woman;'I think you should just go around in lingerie all day you know, you look so good. Imagine if you had like a corset, ooh some heels, maybe get your hair done!'@@
@@.mc;'This is enough!'@@ [[Is it though?][$wearStockings to true]]She clutches some sort of fabric. Of course, more clothes what else. Oh are those...
@@.woman;'Stockings! I think they'll look //great// with your panties.'@@ She hands them to you. @@.woman;'Go on! Put them on.'@@
You pull them over your legs, they feel nice against your skin. They finish at the thigh with a lacey end. They might go nicely with a garter belt?
@@.woman;'Don't they look great?! I thought you could feel sexy with them on and nobody would know, just like your panties! Which you //will// wear now, won't you?'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah, of course...'@@ You do feel kinda sexy with them...you think? You're not used to this sort of feeling.
@@.woman;'Oh good! That makes this easy then.'@@ You notice she's now holding a pink thong. @@.woman;'On. Now.'@@ You put on the pink thong.
@@.woman;'I think you should just go around in lingerie all day you know, you look so good in stuff like this. Imagine if you had like a corset, ooh some heels, maybe get your hair done!'@@
@@.mc;'This is enough!'@@ [[Is it though?][$wearPinkThong to true, $wearStockings to true]]<<if $chastityOn>>@@.woman;'Well at least you kept your chastity cage on.'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah...'@@ Why did you?
@@.woman;'You can give me the key to it now.'@@
@@.mc;'What, why?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh come on, how can I trust you to keep yourself locked up now?!'@@ You give her the key, she attaches it to her necklace. @@.woman;'Good. At least I can be confident of that. Don't expect to be let out anytime soon either. You've been a //very// bad boy.'@@
@@.mc;'I'm sorry...'@@
@@.woman;'Mmm I know. I don't know whether I should give you a present or not now...'@@
@@.mc;'Yes! Go on please.'@@
@@.woman;'Well //alright//. But you'll have to give me a proper thank you.'@@ [[She reaches into her bag][$noKey to true]]
<<else>>@@.woman;'You took your chastity cage off as well?!'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah I-'@@
@@.woman;'So you're just going to reject whatever I give you?!'@@
@@.mc;'I'm sorry I-'@@
@@.woman;'Well luckily for you, I have another one.'@@ Sure enough, she produces another one from her bag. @@.woman;'And it's a different model, so don't think you can get out of it with the other key. I'll be keeping this one obviously.'@@ She quickly starts to put it on, but stops. @@.woman;'//Actually//. I want //you// to put it on. To show me you really want it. Then give me the key.'@@
She hands you the cage and key. You fiddle around, putting your penis inside. You click the lock shut. You really have just locked yourself up. You hand her the key, completing your submission.
@@.woman;'There.'@@ She puts the key on her necklace. @@.woman;'And don't expect to get out of it any time soon. I'm not sure if you deserve the present I was going to give you now. You've disappointed me.'@@
You feel as though you really need to behave well now...with //that// around her neck. @@.mc;'No no please!'@@
@@.woman;'Well. You can get it if you beg for it. On your knees.'@@
You get down on your knees, degrading yourself further. @@.mc;'Please Cheryl. I'll do anything for you, please give me the present.'@@
She giggles. @@.woman;'Well //ok//! I do want to see you in it I suppose.'@@
[[She reaches inside her bag][$chastityOn to true, $noKey to true]]
<</if>>@@.woman;'You really just don't look right without panties now you know...'@@
@@.mc;'It's just underwear...'@@
@@.woman;'/Well// then. Why not where it, huh?! But I'm right anyway, panties are just perfect for you. No arguments! Get on your knees for me.'@@
@@.mc;'What? Why?'@@
@@.woman;'Because I said so? Don't you want to please me?'@@
You kneel for her.
@@.woman;'Good. You look good on your knees. I have something for you...I don't know whether I should give it to you, since it was meant to be a present. But I'll give you another chance I suppose.'@@ She reaches into her bag and produces a plastic object. @@.woman;'This is a chastity cage. I thought it would help you know, your little problem with your little guy in panties. Marion gave it to me, she had some spare in her shop.'@@ She hands it you. There's a key too.
@@.mc;'I'm suppose to put it on...there?'@@
@@.woman;'Mmhmm. And do the lock.'@@
You click it shut.
<<if $penis lte 3>>@@.woman;'Is it too big? Huh. I thought it seemed like it was for small guys...maybe I was wrong. Not that there were any for big ones...isn't that odd? Anyway.@@<</if>> @@.woman;'I'll take the key.'@@ She extends her hand.
@@.mc;'What...you?'@@
@@.woman;'I was //going// to give it yesterday. But I don't know, it didn't quite seem right? You seemed fine in your panties just like that but. But well, since you didn't wear them today. It's funny, I'm sure you would've worn it yesterday, and you would have had the key, oh well. I think it's better if I take control of it.'@@ You don't quite understand? In your confusion she pries the key from your hand and attaches it to her necklace.
Does she control your cock now?
@@.woman;'Don't worry $name. I'll let you out if I think you need to be. Now I do have something else for you.'@@ [[She reaches inside her bag][$chastityOn to true, $noKey to true]]@@.mc;'No I do want to...it's just still so new it takes time getting used to it. I'm fine with it really...I think?'@@
@@.woman;'See I knew it!'@@ She slaps your arm. @@.woman;'Why be so difficult?! You made me think you weren't enjoying this!'@@
@@.mc;'Alright alright, I'm sorry, ok?'@@
@@.woman;'Awww I know I know. I can't actually be mad at you. //Although//...don't think I won't use your guilt just a little bit. Especially now I don't have doubts...'@@ She smiles at you.
@@.mc;'Well, at least go easy on me?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh please, don't pretend this is just up to me. Well maybe a little.'@@ She starts to take of your shirt.
@@.mc;'Uhh, what are you doing? You don't have to check you know I'm not wearing the thong...'@@
@@.woman;'Oh I know. Just trust me.'@@
[[You end up naked in front of her]][img[images/day5MorningText5.png][morningTextTeasea]]@@.woman;'Turn around.'@@
You comply. You're very turned on right now, as well as slightly scared. You really don't have the will to put up a fight currently. She pushes you down over the surface next to a sink and strikes your ass.
@@.woman;'Does this count as punishment? Maybe you //want// me to spank you?'@@ She strikes you again. @@.woman;'Go on. Say it.'@@
@@.mc;'What?!'@@
@@.woman;'Ask me to give you a spanking.'@@ You feel her hand on your ass, rubbing it teasingly. She pulls your hair firmly. @@.woman;'I'm waiting, or do you want me to stop?'@@
You don't know what's come over you but of course you want her to spank you. There's nothing else you want more in this moment. @@.mc;'Spank me. Please!'@@
Cheryl giggles and strikes you a few more times, progressively getting harder. It seemed as though she was getting more and more into it with each one. After a while she stops, your backside feels sore but not overly so. It was quite //exciting// to be struck by Cheryl like that...you don't quite know why.
You turn back round to face Cheryl. She seems to be trying to appear quite stern but a trace of a [[smile is clearly showing through.]]@@.woman;'Do I get a thank you?'@@
@@.mc;'Thank you.'@@
@@.woman;'Oh //please//. You can do much better than that, surely. How about I dunno. Doing a curtsy? Or kneeling?'@@
@@.mc;'Oh come on, really?'@@
@@.woman;'Well I suppose you don't really //have// to. I could just walk out of here with all your clothes...'@@
@@.mc;'No!'@@
@@.woman;'//Well// then. Curtsy and kneel for me, since you answered back.'@@
You guess you have to. You curtsy and say thank you, then get to your knees.
@@.woman;'Thank me for what exactly?'@@
You look up at her, it feels right to be kneeling at her feet. As though you're her bitch. @@.mc;'Thank you for spanking me.'@@
She laughs. @@.woman;'Oh this is fun!! You know since you've been such a good girl for me there's a little surprise for you in my bag. Do you want it?'@@
You suppose you do? You let out an excited @@.mc;'Yes please!'@@ Wait [[did you really mean to sound so excited?]]She gives her bag to you. @@.woman;'Go on, take them out and put them on.'@@
Put //what// on? You put your hand into the bag and find some sort of fabric. More clothes, of course. You end up holding a pair of stockings. You pull them over your legs, they feel nice against your skin. They finish at the thigh with a lacey end. They might go nicely with a garter belt?
@@.woman;'Don't they look great?! I thought you could feel sexy with them on and nobody would know, just like your panties! Which you //will// wear now, won't you?'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah, of course...'@@ They will go well together after all...
@@.woman;'Great. There's also a something little extra in there. I was going to give you the stockings anyway you know but considering how naughty you've been and how I //know// you want to make it up to me. Go on.'@@
[[You search the bag again][$wearStockings to true]]You pull out a leathery object...is it a belt? It has a sort of buckle? It seems way too short for a belt, why is there a ring on it?
@@.woman;'It's a collar for you! I've seen some girls around town wearing them and always think they look hot and well it was with some of the stuff Marion gave to me so like, I think you'd look cute in it.'@@
@@.mc;'But people would see...'@@
@@.woman;'Well I think it's slim enough to be hidden under a shirt collar you know? And so //what// if people did? You can wear what you want can't you?'@@
Well you guess it wouldn't show under a shirt but still...@@.mc;'But what's the ring...?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh //that//. Yeah I think it came with some sort of lead but that doesn't matter.'@@ While you consider that she quickly takes it from you and puts it round your neck. She tightens it almost, well, //choking// you. She loosens it a little.
[[You hear a click][$collared to true, $wearCollar to true]]@@.woman;'Huh. Thats...odd? I can't loosen it.'@@
@@.mc;'What??'@@
@@.woman;'Yeah I mean it's like it's locked? Hold on.'@@ She fiddles with it, yanking it. But it won't seem to budge. @@.woman;'I think it's stuck? I can't see how to get it undone...'@@
You pull at it yourself but she's right. It won't budge. You're stuck with it for now. You catch your reflection in a mirror. The collar around your neck, your cock locked up and wearing stockings. You've never felt so...//sexualized//.
@@.woman;'I guess we could go ask Marion to try and fix it?'@@
@@.mc;'Oh fuck. She already saw me in panties once. What's she going to think if I'm wearing something she sells in a //sex shop//?!'@@
@@.woman;'Interested? Maybe you can bond over it!'@@
@@.mc;'Oh //fuck//. No. Not now.'@@
@@.woman;'Well ok. I guess you want to wear it? Whatever. One last thing.'@@ You see her pull out a pink thong. @@.woman;'I thought this might happen. Put these on. Now.'@@ You comply. @@.woman;'Much better.'@@
[[You keep clawing at it, but it really won't move][$marionCollar to true, $wearPinkThong to true]]@@.woman;'Hahaha ok. Say the café's been kinda empty today. I was thinking of closing up and going to the gym. You should come with me!'@@
You're not sure if you really have a choice with the mood Cheryl is in... @@.mc;'The gym? I dunno...'@@
@@.woman;'Oh come on $name! It'll be fun. Plus come on I don't want to be rude but you could kinda do with a bit of a workout you know? Tone up a bit.'@@ She gives your ass a hard smack. @@.woman;'Maybe not add lots of muscle, I don't think you'd suit that. I don't know if you could put it on easily anyway. Get a nice trim waist so your bubble butt looks even better!'@@
@@.mc;'I could add some muscle...'@@
@@.woman;'Well.'@@ She laughs @@.woman;'I suppose but I don't think you'd look anywhere near as good in your stockings and panties. We need to get you slender and sexy!'@@
@@.mc;'Sexy?'@@
@@.woman;'Yes! Come on I'll turn you into a total hottie, trust me! The gym isn't far.'@@
@@.mc;'But what about this thing around my neck??'@@
@@.woman;'Oh please nobody will care. It's nothing and I bet they'll think it suits you. I'm sure some of the girls would like to see the other things you've got on too! //Maybe// even some of the guys...'@@
@@.mc;'What?! You wouldn't...'@@
Cheryl just laughs in response. @@.woman;'Only if you're naughty.'@@
[[You quickly end up at the gym][$cherylDomme to true]]<<if $cherylStronger>>@@.woman;'Hahaha ok. Say the café's been kinda empty today. I was thinking of closing up and going to the gym. You should come with me!'@@
@@.mc;'The gym? I dunno...'@@
@@.woman;'Oh come on $name! It'll be fun. Plus come on I don't want to be rude but you could kinda do with a bit of a workout you know? Tone up a bit. Maybe not add lots of muscle, I don't think you'd suit that. I don't know if you could put it on easily anyway. Get a nice trim waist instead!'@@
@@.mc;'I could add some muslce...'@@
@@.woman;'Well.'@@ She laughs @@.woman;'I suppose but I don't think you'd look anywhere near as good in your stockings and panties. We need to get you slender and sexy!'@@
@@.mc;'Sexy?'@@
@@.woman;'Yes! Come on I'll turn you into a total hottie, trust me! The gym isn't far.'@@
[[You quickly end up at the gym]]
<<else>>
@@.woman;'Hahaha ok. Say the café's been kinda empty today. I was thinking of closing up and going shopping. You should come with me!'@@
@@.mc;'Shopping? For what?'@@
@@.woman;'Well I don't really know yet! I want to have a look at some clothes. I could do with some new lingerie!'@@
@@.mc;'But don't you have lots already?'@@
@@.woman;'Well yeah but like it's always good to have something new and hot! Plus it's always fun to try it on and model it you know. You certainly had fun wearing some didn't you?!'@@
@@.mc;'Well I mean it wasn't...'@@
@@.woman;'Ooooh we so have to get you some. You totally need something cute to sleep in! //And// something a little bit sexy to look good in when you'll need it...'@@
When you'll need it? What does she mean...
@@.woman;'There's a great little store just round there!'@@ She points to the other side of the street.
[[You head to the lingerie shop]]
<</if>>She pulls out some sort of fabric. Oh are those...
@@.woman;'Stockings! I think they'll look //great// with your panties. When you're wearing them of course.'@@ She hands them to you. @@.woman;'Go on! Put them on.'@@
You pull them over your legs, they feel nice against your skin. They finish at the thigh with a lacey end. They might go nicely with a garter belt?
@@.woman;'Don't they look great?! I thought you could feel sexy with them on and nobody would know, just like your panties!'@@
You do feel kinda sexy with them...you think? You're not used to this sort of feeling.
@@.woman;'I think you should just go around in lingerie all day you know, you look so good. Imagine if you had like a corset, ooh some heels, maybe get your hair done!'@@
@@.mc;'This is enough!'@@
@@.woman;'I'll say when it's enough, ok? Now where's my thank you?'@@
@@.mc;'Thank you.'@@
@@.woman;'Pfff is that it? At least give me a little curtsy! //And// say how much you love wearing it.'@@
You give her a little curtsy. It felt...//right//? Didn't it? @@.mc;'I love wearing these stockings. Thank you Cheryl.'@@
@@.woman;'Mmm I know. Well that'll do. Just one litte thing.'@@ You notice she's now holding a pink thong. @@.woman;'On. Now.'@@ You put on the pink thong.'
[[That seems to be the end of it for now][$wearStockings to true, $wearPinkThong to true]]She pulls out some sort of fabric. Oh are those...
@@.woman;'Stockings! I think they'll look //great// with your panties. When you're wearing them of course.'@@ She hands them to you. @@.woman;'Go on! Put them on.'@@
You pull them over your legs, they feel nice against your skin. They finish at the thigh with a lacey end. They might go nicely with a garter belt?
@@.woman;'Don't they look great?! I thought you could feel sexy with them on and nobody would know, just like your panties!'@@
You do feel kinda sexy with them...you think? You're not used to this sort of feeling.
@@.woman;'I think you should just go around in lingerie all day you know, you look so good. Imagine if you had like a corset, ooh some heels, maybe get your hair done!'@@
@@.mc;'This is enough!'@@
@@.woman;'Haha oh please. I'll decide that. You look //great// by the way. On your knees in a pair of stockings, maybe that's the right position for you! It //is// a lot of fun, maybe I'll show you just how much fun that position can be sometime...'@@
Just what is she insinuating?
@@.woman;'Would you like that?'@@
Are you supposed to respond to that?
@@.woman;'Go on say it. Tell me you know you're supposed to be on your knees in lingerie.'@@
She seems serious, smiling while she stands over you. You suppose you ought to...
@@.mc;'I l-like it. I'm meant to be on my knees.'@@ It comes out almost like a whisper, but you definitely did just say that...
@@.woman;'Aww you're such a good boy. You'll please //a lot// of people with an attitude like that. Now there's just one tiny thing you need to do.'@@ You notice she's now holding a pink thong. @@.woman;'On. Now.'@@ You put on the pink thong.
She motions for you to get up. [[That seems to be the end of it for now][$wearStockings to true, $wearPinkThong to true]]<<if $cherylStronger>>@@.woman;'Hahaha ok. Say the café's been kinda empty today. I was thinking of closing up and going to the gym. You should come with me!'@@
@@.mc;'The gym? I dunno...'@@
@@.woman;'Oh come on $name! It'll be fun. Plus come on I don't want to be rude but you could kinda do with a bit of a workout you know? Tone up a bit. Maybe not add lots of muscle, I don't think you'd suit that. I don't know if you could put it on easily anyway. Get a nice trim waist instead!'@@
@@.mc;'I could add some muslce...'@@
@@.woman;'Well.'@@ She laughs @@.woman;'I suppose but I don't think you'd look anywhere near as good in your stockings and panties. We need to get you slender and sexy!'@@
@@.mc;'Sexy?'@@
@@.woman;'Yes! Come on I'll turn you into a total hottie, trust me! The gym isn't far.'@@
[[You quickly end up at the gym]]
<<else>>
@@.woman;'Hahaha ok. Say the café's been kinda empty today. I was
thinking of closing up and going shopping. You should come with me!'@@
@@.mc;'Shopping? For what?'@@
@@.woman;'Well I don't really know yet! I want to have a look at some clothes. I could do with some new lingerie!'@@
@@.mc;'But don't you have loads already?'@@
@@.woman;'Well yeah but like it's always good to have something new and hot! Plus it's always fun to try it on and model it you know. You certainly had fun wearing some didn't you?!'@@
@@.mc;'Well I mean it wasn't...'@@
@@.woman;'Ooooh we so have to get you some. You totally need something cute to sleep in! //And// something a little bit sexy to look good in when you'll need it...'@@
When you'll need it? What does she mean...
@@.woman;'There's a great little store just round there!'@@ She points to the other side of the street.
[[You head to the lingerie shop]]
<</if>>@@.woman;'Well luckily for you, I have another one.'@@ Sure enough, she produces another one from her bag. @@.woman;'And it's a different model, so don't think you can get out of it with the other key. I'll be keeping this one obviously.'@@ She quickly starts to put it on, but stops. @@.woman;'//Actually//. I want //you// to put it on. To show me you really want it. Then give me the key.'@@
@@.mc;'But really? I thought-'@@
@@.woman;'Just do it ok?! You'll be fine.'@@ There's a slightly angry tone to her voice.
She hands you the cage and key. You fiddle around, putting your penis inside. You click the lock shut. You really have just locked yourself up. You hand her the key.
@@.woman;'There.'@@ She puts the key on her necklace. @@.woman;'Don't worry you'll get out if you're good.'@@
You feel as though you really need to behave well now...with //that// around her neck. She does seem to have calmed down. Maybe having this on is worth it?
@@.woman;'Anyway, I do have something else for you.'@@ [[You see her reach for her bag, wondering what she's going to produce][$chastityOn to true, $noKey to true]]<<set $cherylFull to true>>\
You see a big blue sign 'Guns & Buns' with two cartoonish flexed, muscular arms either side of it. The biceps practically jump out. You don't really know what you expected, but it seems a bit...crass?
@@.woman;'It's a bit silly isn't it?'@@ Cheryl says as she sees you eyeing the signs.
@@.mc;'The biceps are a bit much.'@@
She laughs. @@.woman;'Well don't worry about that! We're here more for the buns part anyway. Having some big biceps around is just a bonus!'@@
That wasn't quite what you meant, but you decide to not push it...
[[You enter the gym and see an imposing man sitting behind a reception desk.]]<<set $cherylFull to true>>\
As you enter Racy & Lacey you're hit by a strong, sweet smell of perfume. A petite salesgirl, dressed in a white blouse and short pencil skirt, smiles at both of you.
@@.woman;'I love this shop so much. I could try things on in here all day. Doesn't everything look so good?!'@@
You look at the rows and rows of lingerie, each bit lacier and skimpier than the last. @@.mc;'It sure is impressive.'@@
@@.woman;'I //need// to get a bustier. I was thinking like a deep red. Crimson? What do you think? Does red look good on me?'@@
Being honest you think pretty much any color looks good on her. @@.mc;'I'm sure it does.'@@
@@.woman;'Such a flatterer. If I didn't know you better I'd think you were trying to get something from me. Red's a sexy color. I think I have too many pink things a bit of change is good. Spice things up.'@@ [[She scans the racks and displays]]@@.woman;'Hi Steve! Any good classes on at the moment?'@@
'Cheryl! Well there's a crossfit just starting in room E if you want to join that?'
@@.woman;'Oh please, crossfit? Do you want to make me look silly?!'@@
He laughs. 'It was worth a try. We've still got a six month contract with this guy and hardly anyone showing up for it. At least that dumb fad seems to be over. I could give you a personal session? Show you round the free weights?'
@@.woman;'Oh, well as much as I'd like that I don't think $name is really ready for that.'@@ She gestures towards you and Steve looks surprised.
'Looks like he could do with it you know?'
@@.woman;'No no it's fine, trust me. Isn't there some yoga or something?'@@
'Oh yeah of course, of course. I know you like to keep yourself flexible there.' He looks down at his desk, turning the pages in some sort of notebook. 'Yeah! Of course, there's a hot yoga session in room C. Starts in about 15 minutes.'
@@.woman;'Perfect! $name can join as well, can't he?'@@ [[She playfully flutters her eyelashes at him.]]'I don't know Cheryl...he needs a day pass or some sort of membership.'
She leans over the desk. @@.woman;'Oh //please// Steve. Go on, just this once!'@@
You see him try to resist but he lets out a sigh. 'Alright! Fine, but get outta my sight before I come to my senses.'
@@.woman;'Yes! You're the best!'@@
He mutters something under his breath and Cheryl beckons you to follow her.
@@.woman;'Done any yoga before?'@@
You haven't. Not to say you hadn't had a few fantasies where hot women in yoga pants featured...
@@.woman;'Oh you're going to //love// it! It's ''so'' much fun and so good for keeping your figure! And hot yoga is the best too. Not to mention how great your ass will look in yoga pants.'@@
@@.mc;'Yoga pants?!'@@
[[You notice you're standing outside the women's locker room]]@@.woman;'Well I mean what else are you gonna wear to do yoga? It's what everyone else wears as well.'@@
@@.mc;'They guys as well?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh. Well I can't really remember any guys showing up for hot yoga, but I don't see why it should be a problem. Anyway you will look so hot in them and it's not like you can just do it in your underwear now is it?'@@
@@.mc;'What? No!'@@
@@.woman;'//Well// then. So you'd rather do it in some nice yoga pants than just your pretty pink underwear, wouldn't you?'@@
@@.mc;'Well of course bu-'@@
She grabs your hand and drags you into the changing room before you can put up a fight. Fortunately she quickly takes you into a cubicle and the potentially mortifying situation of [[changing in front of a room of naked women is avoided.]]The cubicle is small, but there's just about enough room for you to change without bashing into each other. She places her gym bag on the bench in front of you and uzips it.
@@.woman;'There! I think these will be fine for you.'@@ She hands a pair of dark grey yoga pants to you.
@@.mc;'I guess they're ok...'@@
@@.woman;'I mean I know they're not fancy or anything, but be a bit more grateful! They'll do a good job hiding your panty line too.'@@
@@.mc;'Oh god what...'@@
@@.woman;'But I do have a nice white pair that would definitely show that you're wearing a cute little thong.'@@
@@.mc;'No! God no. Just how many pairs of yoga pants do you have?!'@@
@@.woman;'You expect a girl to know that? I always carry a few in my bag so I can wear what I feel like though. I'm gonna go for a nice light blue today I think!'@@
[[Sure enough she pulls a light blue pair out of the bag]]@@.woman;'Are you going to put yours on or do you want me to make you huh?'@@
@@.mc;'No no I just...'@@
@@.woman;'You're so tempted by the white ones aren't you?'@@
You can't help but wonder what it'd be like to do yoga with a bunch of hot women who could see you had a thong on underneath. There's something scary but exciting about it?
@@.mc;'No! I'll just put these on ok? But you don't have to watch me do it...'@@
@@.woman;'Awww, it's only me! You don't need to be shy around me anymore.'@@<<if $chastityOn>> She smiles. @@.woman;'And it's not like you have to worry about your little guy getting hard around me anymore now is it?'@@<</if>>
She takes off her skirt, revealing a lacey pair of red underwear. @@.woman;'See, I don't care about stripping off in front of you! We can compared who has the best figure or cuteset butt!'@@ She turns around and grabs her ass. @@.woman;'I think I've got stiff competition from you!'@@
[[You suppose she is right, it's not a big deal is it?]]You take your jeans off.
@@.woman;'See it's fine isn't it?'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah.'@@ You do feel comfortable around her now she has seen everything and more. You do sort of wish she wasn't quite so comfortable but can't quite put your finger on why. Does she really see you as a guy? No you mean it's not quite like that...
She starts to put her yoga pants on. @@.woman;'Put them on then!'@@
You slip your legs into them and pull them up. They cling tightly to your legs but feel comfortable.
@@.woman;'Oooh! Let me see how they look, turn around!'@@ You turn around for her. @@.woman;'//Fantastic!//'@@ She taps it as if to jiggle it around. @@.woman;'You're going to make so many of those girls jealous!'@@
You suppose that's a compliment. Should you feel proud of it? You do sort of but something is still holding you back from really being happy about it...
[[Cheryl takes off her top]]You can't help but get a little bit lost in that generous cleavage. Cheryl grabs hold of them.
@@.woman;'I've definitely still got you beat on this front! Could you help me?'@@ She turns around and lifts up her hair. She's...getting you to take off her bra. @@.woman;'Please? This bra is a pain to get off.'@@
You fiddle around with it. It is a bit tricky to undo, you take a little bit of time. @@.woman;'Out of practice?'@@ She giggles. You get it undone. She turns around, her right breast brushes against your hand.
@@.woman;'The girls need a bit more support during hot yoga! Come on take your shirt off too!'@@
@@.mc;'I'm not doing this topless!'@@
@@.woman;'Oh you're so silly $name! I swear sometimes you just say things so I have to say it explicitly...'@@
@@.mc;'What do you mean?'@@
@@.woman;'I have a top for you! Duh!'@@
[[She puts her bra into her bag]]@@.woman;'What color do you want? I have purple, pink, red...'@@
You can't really concentrate. Not with those magnificent breasts right in front of your face. They're so big and still perky, just jiggling slightly as she talks...
@@.woman;'$name? I'm up here!'@@ She uses an arm to cover them up. @@.woman;'I don't mind you looking, but don't just stare at them!'@@
@@.mc;'Sorry sorry they're just...'@@
@@.woman;'It's alright I guess I forget you still are you know. I guess I should expect it!'@@
<<if $chastityOn is not true>>
You can feel your cock getting erect. Perfect timing. Cheryl cleary sees. @@.woman;'Down boy!'@@ She bites her lip. @@.woman;'I will say, keeping you on edge is quite fun.'@@<</if>>\
She pulls out a red top. @@.woman;'I think this would look good on you!'@@ She starts to put it on your over your head. @@.woman;'Lean forward a little.'@@
She gets it over your head. [[Your face ends up right in front of her breasts.]]She continues to put it on you, her breasts ending up pressed right in your face. @@.woman;'There!'@@ She stands back, not saying anything about having just shoved your face into her boobs.
@@.woman;'Ohh noo. Of course...'@@
@@.mc;'What?'@@ You haven't quite recovered yet.
@@.woman;'Well it doesn't fit does it?'@@
@@.mc;'You look at yourself.'@@ It seems to not really fit in every aspect. Tight across your ribs and incredibly loose on your chest. Your mid-riff completely bare.
@@.woman;'I guess you need some breasts. Hold on, take that off I think I might have something.'@@ She takes a bit of time, you take the red top off.
@@.woman;'Yes! I thought I'd got rid of it, it must be like 9 years old now.'@@ She turns around holding up a tiny little top, with the word princess emblazoned across the front. If you put it on [[you doubt it'll go much below your chest.]]@@.mc;'I think I'll just wear my shirt...'@@
@@.woman;'No no. You'll get ''so'' sweaty during hot yoga, you'd ruin it! Come on, you'll make such a cute little princess!'@@
@@.mc;'But a //princess//'@@
@@.woman;'Every little girl wants to be a princess come on!'@@ She forcefully puts it on over your head. Once more, your face ends up buried inbetween her breasts. You're almost sure at one points she deliberately pulls the back of your head into them...
You end up in the top with Princess on the front. It seems to be some sort of cropped tank top. You feel a bit exposed and incredibly girly with it on.
@@.woman;'//Cute!// You look like such a hot little gym bunny you know.'@@
Again, she says this as though it's a compliment. You're sort of pleased but...
@@.woman;'Let's go do some yoga then!'@@
You look down at her bare breasts. So does she.
@@.mc;'Umm. Topless yoga?'@@
She bursts out into laughter. @@.woman;'Oh of course not! I'm so stupid, I got so caught up in helping you out I forgot I hadn't put mine on!'@@
<<if $chastityOn>>She takes a bra and top out of her bag. @@.woman;'I guess with you locked in chastity I dunno I just forget. I feel like I can just be naked and do whatever with you like that, you know? Like the girls were right in your face weren't they and you didn't even do anything! I mean I'm not naive I know at least a part of you wanted to but you didn't because you're I don't know...obedient? Like even a guy with the tiniest balls would've //at least// tried to have a little fondle. You do want to don't you? I mean maybe the chastity has stopped that? But most guys are all so obsessed with sex...'@@
@@.mc;'I...yeah I mean of course I'd like to touch...'@@
@@.woman;'See! And yet you don't, I //really// like that you know. How desperate were you to touch them when I had them right in front of your face?'@@ She has a mischievous look on her face.
[[You wonder where this is really going]]
<<else>>\
She puts on some sort of sport bra and red top. [[You leave the locker room]]
<</if>>@@.mc;'A lot.'@@
She moves closer to you. @@.woman;'Wanna touch them now?'@@
You quickly respond @@.mc;'Yes!'@@
@@.woman;'Of course you do. But I don't know if you should. It might be too much with you locked up you know? I wouldn't want to make you strain against your cage with no release...'@@ She places her hand on your crotch.
You know it's not great but you really really want to touch those breasts...@@.mc;'I still really want to...'@@
@@.woman;'I don't know if I can just let you touch them you know. You have to deserve it. Show you really, really want to.'@@
@@.mc;'I really, //really// want to.'@@
@@.woman;'I always do think you look great on your knees...'@@
[[You kneel]]
[[No, on second thought you don't want to]]You enter room C. It's a fairly plain room with a large mirror at the front. There are mats neatly placed on the floor. A woman stands at the front performing some breathing exercises.
But those aren't the main things you notice. Is it meant to be //so hot//? So //that's// what the hot in hot yoga is for? Not just hot women doing it...
@@.mc;'It's so hot in here!'@@
@@.woman;'I know right? Perfect for getting a good sweat on. I bet you're pleased to be wearing a cute little top now too!'@@
There are about a dozen other women in the class, all dressed in basically the same way. Yoga pants and a top barely larger than a bra. Some of them seem to give you a funny look, perhaps noticing a certain bulge or how flat your chest is. But generally you feel as though you fit right in.
[[You take a mat close to Cheryl, the class starts]]@@.woman;'Good boy. Now I have an idea! You know I took you in a cubicle for privacy right?'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah...'@@
@@.woman;'Well I didn't want you to get caught in the girls' locker room. //But//. Well, wouldn't it be kinda fun if someone //did// see you?'@@
@@.mc;'I am going to have to walk out dressed like this, aren't I?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh well yeah but well. That's not really much is it?'@@ Where is this going...
@@.mc;'I'm still dressed in yoga pants and a girly top...'@@
@@.woman;'Still you pull it off so well. No I was thinking...what if someone saw you in your panties...'@@ She looks at you seemingly unsure how you'll respond.
@@.mc;'//What?!//'@@
She leans forward, her breasts hanging in your face. She moves them side to side slightly. @@.woman;'It'll be fuuun! And then there's your reward, remember?'@@ [[She squeezes them]]@@.woman;'Aww! Well OK. I can't believe you rejected me!'@@ She laughs. She can't be that disappointed really. You do wonder just what she had in mind.
She puts on some sort of sport bra and red top. [[You leave the locker room]]@@.mc;'Alright. Fine.'@@ You start to take off your yoga pants.
@@.woman;'There was one other little thing...'@@
@@.mc;'Oh come on...'@@
@@.woman;'It'll be fun I swear! You see I think you should ask someone something...'@@
@@.mc;'Who? What?'@@
@@.woman;'Well a boy running around a girls locker room is //very naughty//, isn't it? I think you should ask one of them to spank you, no?'@@
@@.mc;'You have got to be kidding.'@@
@@.woman;'Nuh uh! Imagine if they did spank you!'@@ She giggles @@.woman;'Obviously they won't but still. And don't worry if they get mad I'll help explain, alright?'@@
[[You look at her tits again. You guess this is happening then]]You stand there in your panties and crop top. You open the cubicle door, looking around to see who is in the locker room. There's a group of women chatting and scantily clad towards the far end. You couldn't approach a whole group of them...
A bit nearer by you see a woman fully dressed, closing a locker as though she's about to leave. This would appear to be the safest option.
@@.woman;'Come on $name! We haven't got long before the yoga class starts.'@@ She smacks your butt.
You begin to walk over to the woman. You can feel your heart racing, are the women looking at you? Are they laughing at you? Probably not, they were laughing before anyway...
You approach her and take a deep breath. Wondering how she's going to react.
@@.mc;'Excuse me, hi.'@@
[[She only glances at you quickly, more concerned with her bag]]'Yeah?'
@@.mc;'C-could.'@@ You struggle not to stutter, your nerves are getting the better of you. @@.mc;'Could you s-spank me, please?'@@
She turns to look at you. 'What did you just say?' She has a look of disgust and confusion.
@@.mc;'I said, could you spank me?'@@
'What the hell?!' She looks you up and down. 'What. Are you? Are those...and you really just asked me to spank you?! Get away from me! Ew. Weirdo.' She pushes you away and hurriedly exits the locker room.
You quickly rush back to Cheryl. You're sure some of the women have noticed you. [[You don't think they really know what just happened, thankfully.]]Cheryl's face is one of complete glee. @@.woman;'That was amazing! You really just asked a stranger to spank your ass!'@@ She can't control her giggling. @@.woman;'It's a shame she didn't really seem too keen on the idea!'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah yeah. You're crazy getting me to do that.'@@
@@.woman;'Oh please I didn't force you did I? I know a bit of you enjoyed that, you got a rush from it I bet. And don't worry that she didn't want to spank you, OK? I can definitely make up for that.'@@
@@.mc;'So about the reward...'@@
@@.woman;'Well I'm not stopping you, you know? They're right here.'@@
You reach for her breasts. They each make up more than a few handfulls and are so firm yet so wonderfully soft. You gently squeeze and rub them, making sure to enjoy the sensation.
@@.woman;'Alright, that's enough.'@@ She grabs your hands. It can't have been more than about 15 seconds.
@@.mc;'What? Already?!'@@
@@.woman;'I never said how long you could do it for now did I? You got a good feel anyway and don't act like you didn't enjoy it!'@@
[[You wonder if humiliating yourself was worth it for that...maybe?]]@@.woman;'Don't look so disappointed! Come on, I'm //sure// you'll get to feel them again sometime if you're good. But since you went and asked to be spanked so //willingly//...I wonder what else I could get you to do?'@@
@@.mc;'I don't even want to know.'@@
@@.woman;'Oh I bet you do. I bet we //both// do.'@@ She has a real glint in her eyes, she is clearly enjoying this feeling of control over you. @@.woman;'I bet you would have been hard as a rock asking that poor woman to spank you, wouldn't you? That's if I would ever let your tiny thing out of your cage. I wouldn't count on that $name. What's it like feeling my breasts, getting excited but knowing it's all for nothing really?'@@
@@.mc;'It's uh...I dunno. Difficult.'@@
@@.woman;'You must enjoy it. I mean why else would you go through all that for me?'@@
@@.mc;'I...I guess.'@@
@@.woman;'You //want// me to tease you, don't you?'@@
[[You can't really deny it now]]@@.mc;'I. I guess.'@@
@@.woman;'Mmhmm. You know I love seeing a guy get turned on by me. Their big, thick cocks rising to attention; just waiting to explode. But I love seeing you getting turned on and knowing you can't. You don't get to cover my face with cum if you want, it's //my// choice.'@@ She laughs. @@.woman;'And believe me, //that// won't be happening.'@@
You gulp. Did she have to say it so explicitly?
@@.woman;'And you don't want to do you? Well I mean...I guess you probably would quite like it. But you want //me// to make that choice don't you? You want //me// to own your cock, //don't you//?'@@
@@.mc;'Y-yes.'@@ It barely escapes your mouth as a whisper.
She gives you a kiss on the cheek. @@.woman;'I never thought I'd //not// want to see a cock cum for me, you know? You're a very special guy, aren't you?'@@
She puts on some sort of sport bra and red top while you put your yoga pants back on. [[You leave the locker room][$gymSpanking to true]]It starts out easily enough, some simple stretching, lunge style stuff, bending and so on. Even so you do starts to sweat. You frequently get distracted by the sexy bodies around you. Most of their panty lines //are// on display. Even ones with darker yoga pants. Does that mean they could all see?
You seem to be falling behind the poses of everyone else. Switching and getting in position is taking its toll. You can feel parts of you that you didn't know existed starting to strain...you start to moan a little in distress.
[[The instructor begins to walk over to you]]'Are you alright dear?'
@@.mc;'Yeah I mean kinda not really. I've never done this before.'@@
'I can see that.' She turns to Cheryl. 'Is this your friend Cheryl?'
@@.woman;'Yeah, he's $name.'@@
'Oh? He. Well. OK $name, let's help you a little.' She turns to the rest of the class. 'Girls, continue with the first routine I showed you, I'm just going to help out a new girl.' She turns back to both of you. 'Since you're friends, could you help as well Cheryl?'
@@.woman;'Sure!'@@
'$name we need to warm you up more, help your basic flexibility. I know some //guys// neglect that. I can see you're going to be different. Please kneel and stretch your arms out to the floor.'
[[You get in position]]'Cheryl, sit next to $name. It's clear that $name's hips aren't flexible enough. Nor are his glutes, we need to stretch these out.'
@@.woman;'I //knew// his butt needed stretching out.'@@
'Yes. Well. Press down on the lower back and help lift his butt as his as possible. $name, try to arch your back, stomach towards the floor and stick your butt out as high as possible.'
Cheryl places on hand on your lower back and one pushes your crotch up. You can feel your thighs and backside stretch. You feel the yoga instructor get into position behind you. She begins to firmly, but slowly rub your hamstrings.
'There's so much tension here. Feel that bad energy release from your body. Let yourself go, bet at one with the spirits.' Her hand move up to your butt in a similar motion. How did you end up with a yoga instructor rubbing your ass and Cheryl cupping your genitals?
Her hands move in broad circles. 'Yes, yes open up.' Her hands are almost pulling on your cheeks to stretch your anus. You feel her fingers getting near and nearer. They start to brush against it. You flinch.
'No! Zone yourself, be at one with my movements.' She continues. Her fingers glide over your hole. You breathe and accept. Then you feel a more forceful, more probing approach.
[[You quickly move away and get up]]'Are you ok?'
@@.mc;'What do you mean, of course I'm not!'@@
'Let's speak outside, no? Both of you.'
You exit the room.
'Do you not like my methods?'
@@.mc;'You were fingering my ass! Of course not!'@@
'I was simply using a technique to help you relax. You should be less sensitive about this.'
@@.mc;'No!'@@
@@.woman;'Aren't you overeacting a little? It was just a massage really...'@@
'Exactly. It is clear you need practice, no?'
@@.mc;'Practice for what?!'@@
'Oh please, you come dressed like that. //Princess//. Please, you know exactly what I mean.'
[[She looks at you sternly]]@@.woman;'It'll be fine $name. Lorelai knows what she's doing.'@@
'I need to get back to the class, are we going to continue? I'll try another pose with you.'
@@.woman;'$name? She's just trying to help and you do need to get more flexible don't you?'@@
@@.mc;'OK fine maybe I overeacted...'@@
You re-enter. The instructor has you lie on your back. 'Cheryl, sit on $name's chest, facing away from them. $name, close your eyes and try to relax. This should work your groin and hips again, ok?'
@@.mc;'OK.'@@
You feel her spreading your legs. 'Cheryl, pull them towards you.' Oh God, your groin feels like it's burning, you let out a whimper.
@@.woman;'Are you alright $name?'@@
'It'll be fine.' She pushes firmly on your groin. You feel your muscle spasm slightly but loosen? [[It's an odd tingly sensation.]]'There we go! You can be just as flexible as any of the girls here. 'This is a favorite, I've trained many girls to take it deep like this.'
@@.woman;'I //love// taking it deep, it feels ''so'' good. Do you like it $name?'@@
It does feel good, you think she's just talking about the stretching. @@.mc;'Yeah it's good.'@@ Cheryl pulls back on your legs more, they end up close to your ears. Lorelai pushes harder into your groin and much close to your cock.
You're sure you hear some of the women laughing, you open your eyes but you can't see anything beyond Cheryl's ass. It can't be more than about 2 inches away from your face.
'You know I think you have potential $name. A nice slender frame, very lean muscles.' Her hands run dangerously close to your penis. 'No silly bulging muslces.' <<if $penis lte 4>>Did she just? She did just run her finger over it. You're sure she did. 'No bulging //anything// really.' You're sure Cheryl stifles a snicker.<</if>>
@@.woman;'Perfect!'@@
'You may need Cheryl here to stretch you out a little more at home. Maybe a stronger pair of hands to really break you in but we'll see.'
@@.woman;'Now //there's// an idea.'@@
Lorelai takes her hands off you. 'I think that's enough for now. I need to get back to the others.'
Cheryl gets off you. [[Her ass briefly squashing into your face]]The class continues. You do find it a bit easier to complete the poses and keep up the pace. But you don't stop dripping sweat, nor are you really able to not keep looking at the display of //talent// around you. Their sweat accentuating their figures as the class goes on.
<<if $collared>>You also notice that a handful of the girls are wearing collars similar to yours. Maybe Cheryl was right and they are in fashion? You suppose you should at least try to keep up with the latest trends...
<</if>>\
You think one girl in short shorts looks particularly good. You'd look good in them wouldn't you? As Lorelai said, you have a nice frame and lean muscles. And of course Cheryl tells you how great your ass is.
Some of their bellybutton piercings are nice too aren't they? They really go well, especially when you're in a cute little top, a nice bit of jewelry.
<<if $biancaRace>>A few have a tattoo of a black ace of spades on their lower back. It seems a little odd for such a dull tattoo to be on more than one of them...<</if>>\
[[Finally the session ends]]You feel ready to collapse, your muscles sore. It's much more demanding than it looks. Cheryl, while sweaty, doesn't seem to have been affected at all in energy. Compared to the sweaty mess that you feel like, she seems to be a bundle of energy and even more attractive. The beads of sweat drawing your eyes to her bosom.
@@.woman;'That was great! I feel so much better for that, so relaxed you know?'@@
'See you tomorrow Cheryl!' You see Lorelai wave as she leaves.
@@.woman;'Yeah! Thanks for today!'@@
'Anything for you Cheryl, bye!'
@@.mc;'Are you doing yoga tomorrow again?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh no we're just having a bit of a catchup. I haven't really seen her for aaaaages. It was only planning this yesterday with her we realized how long it had been!'@@
Wait, planning this? You don't know if you should question that...
[[You begin to go back to the locker room]]You walk alongside Cheryl. Out of nowhere you feel her pinch your ass.
@@.mc;'Hey! What was that for?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh you know I was just thinking. Your ass is great but isn't it a bit //too// soft? Like I know girls butts are soft but yours is...'@@
@@.mc;'Why are you comparing it to girls butts...'@@
@@.woman;'Oh no I mean don't get me wrong. I mean I know you might get the wrong impression with you in yoga pants and that top and doing the same yoga class as twenty other women. No no I don't think you're like a girl deep down. But you //do// have a girl's butt. There's no debate there.'@@
@@.mc;'But it's just a normal...'@@
@@.woman;'Oh please. Some of those girls were //dead// jealous. I could tell. You should be proud to have a moneymaker like that! Most girls who have an ass like that are wearing hotpants all the time, or twerking on insta for thousands of likes!'@@
@@.mc;'What I'm not going to do-'@@
@@.woman;'Well I'm not saying you //have// to. But there are worse ideas that's for sure! I bet a girl at your club with an ass like that would make bank. But this isn't my point anyway! I think you could you know, firm it up a little bit. Like here. Squeeze mine.'@@
[[She motions for you to feel her ass up]]You don't hesitate to take the opportunity. It starts off soft and round but then a nice impressive firmness becomes apparent. You know it would jiggle but still keep a satisfying shape...
@@.woman;'See? Soft //and// firm, right?'@@
@@.mc;'Uh yeah. Yeah'@@
@@.woman;'Um. You can let go now.'@@
@@.mc;'Oh yeah sorry I was just com-'@@
@@.woman;'Suuure ok. But yeah I think we need you to get squatting. //All// the girls on insta are doing it, so it must be good! The weight room is just here!'@@
She takes you to the weight room. You can't say you really see many women in here. But there are a fair number of rather //inflated// guys.
@@.woman;'This is the squat rack!'@@
[[She puts a plate on either side of the bar]]@@.woman;'Actually I don't know...'@@ She takes the plates off. @@.woman;'I think maybe you should just do the bar on its own? I don't want to injure you. I was going to start you off with about a third of what I do but you're not...nevermind.'@@
You get underneath the bar.
@@.woman;'Right! Make sure to keep your back up, straight. And don't let your knees go too far forward, ok?'@@
You begin to squat. But then you hear a deep voice. 'Hey ladies, do you need any help round here?'
@@.woman;'Oh no, no we're fine thank you. It's sweet of you to ask though!'@@ Out of the corner of your eye you see her gently tap the guys arm and let of a soft giggle.
'Is this her first time? With just the bar?'
@@.woman;'Yes! I thought just the bar to try it out you know? I think it's going ok. Do 10 of those, alright?'@@ You continue squatting. The bar is a lot heavier than you expected. And you can feel your thighs burning, Lorelai's hands may have loosened you up for yoga, [[but you're not sure if it was great for squatting]]@@.woman;'But yeah, squats for a firmer ass, right?'@@
'Haha yeah. Yeah so many ladies have started doing that, and I ain't complaining! She looks good doing that you know. That ass is gonna look fantastic with just a little bit of training.'
@@.woman;'See! I told you that you should be proud of it!'@@
'I can tell you've been working out yours for a while though, right?'
Cheryl giggles again. @@.woman;'Thanks for the compliment. I can tell you've worked out for a while as well...'@@
'Ha. Ain't that the truth. Well I'll let you ladies continues your workout, gotta be getting on with mine too!'
@@.woman;'He was so nice! How are you doing?'@@
You reach the top of your 8th squat. Your legs are beginning to wobble a bit. @@.mc;'Yeah uh, ok I think.'@@
@@.woman;'Do you want to stop now? I think that'll do you know.'@@
You try to hide the relief on your face. @@.mc;'Yeah. Yeah good first go. Sure I could've done more but best not to overtrain.'@@
She laughs. <<if $cherylDomme>>@@.woman;'Atta girl!'@@ She smacks and grabs your ass. @@.woman;'You'll have the perfect spankable booty in no time!'@@<<else>>@@.woman;'That's the spirit! Your ass is gonna look sooo good.'@@<</if>>\
You guess you ought to thank her, she's being so supportive isn't she?
<<if $spankedBrad>>@@.woman;'I can't wait to see Brad bending your ass over you know.'@@
@@.mc;'//What//?'@@
@@.woman;'Giving you a good spanking again!'@@
@@.mc;'No! No not again!'@@
@@.woman;'But it was so much fun come on! I know you liked it deep down. And I just //have// to see if you working out makes any difference! Like surely you won't sound like ''such'' a little girl getting put in her place by Daddy.'@@
@@.mc;'spanked by Daddy?!'@@
She laughs almost uncontrollably. @@.woman;'OK OK! Maybe that was a bit much? I'm just teasing you.'@@ She laughs again. @@.woman;'Look at your little face!'@@
You look down at the floor, pride hurt somewhat. @@.mc;'Yeah well just not the little girl and //Daddy// stuff...'@@
@@.woman;'Fiiiine! But you do...I mean a little bit, with Brad. No?'@@
You can't help but how large Brad is compared to you. He is almost a caricature of masculinity. @@.mc;'No I mean, no just-'@@
@@.woman;'It's not like it matters, come on. You're just more like me physically than him. I mean aside from a couple of things anyway. It's why we get to have so much fun dressing up and doing yoga. Plus there's so much else we have just got to do together, waaay more than I could do with Brad. It's like just one thing with him anyway, variety is good!'@@
You think you can guess what that one things is. @@.mc;'But I'm not. Not a girl...'@@
@@.woman;'Ugh you are like so hung up on this. There's nothing wrong with being a girl or just girly. You're just //you//, ok? Yeah fine you have boy parts. Whatever. You also look hot. Just hot in panties, rather than I dunno...shirtless flexing your muslces. Stop overthinking things.'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah but they way you talk about Brad it's-'@@
@@.woman;'Not everyone has to be like Brad. Or do you want to hear what a stud you really are, how I get wet looking at your huuuge biceps? How your cock is totally just as big as Brad's and not laughable in comparison? Is that what you want?'@@
@@.mc;'No ok I'll stop.'@@ Your ego feels thoroughly beaten...
@@.woman;'Aww come on $name. You're just different to Brad. I don't think he's any better than you.'@@ She turns you around to look directly at her, holding the sides of your head. @@.woman;'You're great just as you are.'@@ She gives you a quick kiss on your lips.
You suppose you can accept this...sort of?
<<if $chastityOn>>@@.woman;'And if you really were as large as Brad there's //no way// I'd have locked you up. And I do ''love'' having you locked up. I know you like it too, don't you?'@@
You think she sounds fairly certain of this. But could it be that she's actually asking, unsure of how this situation entirely new to the both of you is really playing out? But she is right...you do want her to keep the key now. @@.mc;'I mean I guess I do actually...I haven't really thought.'@@
@@.woman;'It's special, isn't it? I mean I can find any big, fat cock to suck on, you know? Some muscular guy to fuck me hard. And I mean sure I suppose a girl does need a huge one to really fill her up. But still. Your cute little guy is fun enough, different. And //then//, I get to well. I get to //own// it. Totally control it. Isn't that great?!'@@
It's uh. That's definitely //something//. Part of you, well a lot of you, still would be pretty ok with having a big cock and fucking her hard... @@.mc;'It's different, yeah'@@
@@.woman;'It's waaay better than different! It's so intimate and we don't even need to have sex. Like, //ever//! I could keep it locked away allll the time. I don't even need to give a blowjob!'@@
@@.mc;'Oh, not a fan of them?'@@
[[She gives a shocked look.]]
<<else>>@@.mc;'Th-thanks'@@
@@.woman;'Such a cutie.'@@
[[You enter the locker room]]
<</if>><<else>>\
@@.mc;'Thanks. You're very supportive you know...'@@
@@.woman;'Of course! Girlfriends gotta stick together!'@@
[[You enter the locker room]]
<</if>>@@.woman;'Of course I am! Getting to play with a big one is //the best//. Seeing the pleasure on a guy's face as I lick around the head. Oh my God. I love seeing a man like that. And I know I look great doing it! You've got to see that sometime.'@@
Is she offering? @@.mc;'I mean I wouldn't say no...'@@
@@.woman;'It'd be great, trust me! Guys tell me my lips are just made to be wrapped around a big one. And who am I to say they're wrong?!'@@
@@.mc;'I guess so. So uh. Shall we go back to yours after?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh? For what?'@@
@@.mc;'For a. Uh you know. Blow...'@@
@@.woman;'Ohh! I dunno if I can find a guy that quickly? I mean I guess I could try?'@@
What find a guy? But you're...@@.mc;'Hello? I'm-'@@
@@.woman;'Riiiight. Oh well. No I mean. I did say a big...and I mean, I like you locked up...'@@
[[What did she mean then?]]You feel more comfortable in the locker room now, as though you blend in with your attire. It's no big deal, is it?
<<if $cherylDomme>>
@@.woman;'I think we both need a good shower! Come on I have some towels.'@@
You feel comfortable but...//naked// comfortable. Exposing yourself?
@@.woman;'Don't worry, there are individual showers. And I have towels! Come on you need it, you can't go back to yours all yucky.'@@
You can't see anyone else in the locker room, and you really do need a shower...you strip off, wrap the towel around yourself and go into a shower. It does feel good to get clean again, you stand under the stream of water, relaxing, soothing. You shut your eyes, feeling your muscles recovering. Losing track of time and your surroundings.
You hear a shriek. 'Sorry! Sorry! I didn't.'
You open your eyes to see a woman standing in the shower entrance with a shocked expression. 'What the hell?!'
You quickly try to cover yourself up, hands over your private parts. Oh no. She saw your chastity did she?
'I can't even...just //no//. At least use a towel to show it's occupied. //Jeez//.' With that, she quickly pulls the shower curtain and leaves.
But you did bring a towel...wait. What?! Where is it?! You can't just stay in here...
You hear another voice. 'Daisy? What happened?'
'In the shower, I walked in on someone accidentally.'
'Well that happens sometimes...'
'Yeah but like. I think it was a guy! And he had something on his cock? Like. Locked up, like what the fuck?!'
'Where?!'
'In that shower, there! He's still in there I think.'
'OMG! I have //got// to see this.'
[[You really do have to leave at some point. But you really don't want to, not like this]]
<<else>>\
@@.woman;'I think I'm gonna go shower at my place. It's not far, I can just walk back like this. I guess you want your things back, right?'@@
Yes. You would like your clothes back...was that really a question? She hands you your clothes back in a bag.
@@.woman;'Great. Shall we go?'@@
<<if $crossdress gte 6>>For a split second you consider that you'll be walking back in yoga pants and a tiny girly top. But you've just done a yoga class in them and nobody really cared. You've even been in a female locker room...it doesn't matter does it? Aren't you comfortable like this now?
[[You walk back to your place|afterCafeDay5]]<<else>>
You almost start to go but then you realize. You can't go back dressed like this! Down the street in yoga pants and a princess top!
@@.mc;'I think I'll get dressed first...'@@
@@.woman;'But you //are// dressed! And you don't want to make your other clothes dirty. //Surely//?'@@
You insist. This is one step too far. You get dressed into your more masculine attire.
[[You walk back to your place|afterCafeDay5][$cherylYoga to true]]
<</if>>\
<</if>>\@@.woman;'I thought it was kinda obvious? It's not like you'd know what it's like...'@@
@@.mc;'What?'@@ Are you sure you want to hear this?
@@.woman;'For a big dick to be given a good blowjob, duh. I thought you'd like to see it up close you know? You might be curious, since you won't have been able to know. Right?'@@
You decide to avoid answering that directly. @@.mc;'But why do you. Just why would you want me there, while you?!'@@
@@.woman;'Well sure why not? Like I've had a threesome with a guy and a girl before more than once you know, I mean everyone's had a threesome these days but anyway. I've watched a girl giving a guy a blowjob, they've watched me. We've even done them together. I don't see the difference, why not watch me?'@@
@@.mc;'And I'm just the other girl??'@@
@@.woman;'Sure if you want to be! I guess you could be the other guy but well. I'm probably gonna play with the bigger toy, you know? '@@ She giggles. @@.woman;'You don't have to. You don't sound that pleased with the idea...'@@
You're just surprised more than anything. You haven't really processed the idea properly.
@@.woman;'You know, forget I mentioned it. There doesn't have to be anybody else.'@@
[[You enter the locker room]]You look again, hoping your towel will magically appear. Cheryl went into the shower next to you didn't she? Maybe she can help. You knock on the wall between you.
@@.mc;'Cheryl? Are you there?'@@
'Excuse me?'
@@.mc;'Cheryl??'@@
'Sorry I think you have the wrong shower.'
It definitely didn't sound like her. Fuck fuck fuck. //Fuck.//
There's no way around this. You're going to have to walk through the women's locker room. Naked. In chastity. You put one hand over your cock. Trying to hide the device and keep your modesty. You put one hand on the curtain. There aren't going to be many women there. You hope.
[[You pull the curtain back]]You try to rush out but almost fall over on the wet floor. You throw both your arms out to balance yourself. You hear some giggles. To your right there are a group of 5 girls watching your every move. The one who stepped into your shower is at the back of them.
'You seem a bit lost!'
'Don't be shy!'
<<if $penis lte 4>>'We can barely see it anyway!' They all laugh in unison. A couple of them shake their pinky fingers at you. The others use their index finger and thumb.<</if>>
'That's an interesting device you have on!'
'Who gave you that?!'
@@.woman;'Leave him alone girls! If you //must// know, I did. Now go have a shower or something!'@@
The girls can't stop giggling, but thankfully they disappear into the showers.
[[You see Cheryl standing half dressed about 10 meters away]]@@.woman;'Do you always take so long in the shower?!'@@
@@.mc;'No! No I just. There was a mix up, my towel.'@@
She smiles. @@.woman;'Did you have fun showing off to those girls then?'@@
@@.mc;'What? No!'@@
<<if $penis lte 4>>
@@.woman;'Not even a teeny weeny bit?'@@ She mimics the girls using their index finger and thumb.
<<else>>
@@.woman;'Not even a little?'@@<</if>>\
@@.mc;'No! They saw me naked. And. And //locked up//'@@
@@.woman;'Well. //I// thought you might enjoy that.'@@
You think you know how your towel went missing now. @@.mc;'So you? Did you?!'@@
@@.woman;'Oh don't look like that. It was just a bit of fun!'@@
@@.mc;'But a group of women now know I'm locked up in chastity! And that I've been showering in a women's locker room!'@@
@@.woman;'Well they seemed to quite enjoy it, didn't they? I don't think they really knew it was //chastity// anyway. And even if they did know I keep you locked up. So what? Are you embarrassed? Why can't people know?'@@
You can't help a sense of shame. Being locked up. Emasculated. Made useless as a man. But you can't really say that. @@.mc;'They'll never be interested in me now!'@@
[[She lets out a cruel laugh][$gymTowel to true]]@@.woman;'Aww. I don't think you need to worry about that. You don't need to think things like that. Not when you're locked up. It's for me to decide now. You're //mine//! Don't worry it'll be worth it, trust me. I'll make sure you have a good time.@@
@@.mc;'But-'@@
@@.woman;'But what?'@@
@@.mc;'You can't be the only one...'@@
@@.woman;'Oh but I think I can. Don't worry. You know if you really //have// to think stuff like that. You can about me. I'll allow it.'@@ She gives you a wink. @@.woman;'Or am I not enough for you, //stud//?'@@
@@.mc;'I didn't mean it like-'@@
@@.woman;'//Well// then. Be happy I'm her flaunting it for you.'@@
You look at her in her underwear. At least you get to think about that body and bending her over...that's very generous of her isn't it? @@.mc;'I still don't want others to see!'@@
@@.woman;'But how else will they understand you're just for me? What if some poor girl started to fancy you and then only to discover you're all locked up?! It's hardly fair is it. No no, surely if anything you should be telling every pretty girl you meet!'@@
@@.mc;'Oh come //on//, really?'@@
@@.woman;'Well you know it's an idea. I'm not saying you should wear a t-shirt saying that I own your cock but well. You //could//. Custom tees are everywhere aren't they?'@@
@@.mc;'Oh God no.'@@
@@.woman;'We'll see. But anyway, you're going to have to get used to it. Unless you //want// to answer back more and end up with a spanked backside for those girls to see?'@@
You don't quite accept it all. But you don't want to be spanked in front of those girls. You'd die of shame. @@.mc;'No! No I accept. Don't do that. Please.'@@
@@.woman;'Now that's more like it! See you can be a good girl can't you?'@@ <<if $penis lte 4>>She pauses for a moment @@.woman;'You know it isn't //just// because you're locked right? Those girls were just as shocked by another aspect weren't they?'@@
@@.mc;'How do you mean?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh //you know//.'@@ She makes gestures with her pinky.
@@.mc;'It's not that small!'@@ You feel yourself blushing a bit. It's not...you swear. It never used to be!
She looks down at it, taking it in her left hand. @@.woman;'Do you really think it isn't? I feel like I've dropped enough hints. How do I put it? I mean. It's the smallest cock I've //ever// seen. Like, it's not even close.'@@
You look into her eyes. She seems concerned? You look away from her. You really do have a small cock.
@@.woman;'But that's not a bad thing! I mean, not with me anyway. Out of all the guys I've met you look the best in panties, no contest! Not that I've seen other guys in panties but still! There's no way they'd look as good as you.'@@
@@.mc;'Thanks..'@@
@@.woman;'And like I've said before, you wouldn't be in chastity if you were bigger either. I'd like, treat you totally different. And that's kinda the point I was getting at you know. It's lucky you've got a tiny one here, with me. But other girls...like imagine if I let you out of chastity. And then you were with a girl and she pulled your pants down. Then she saw how tiny you are. She'd be //so// cruel. Other girls care about penis size so //soo// much.'@@
@@.mc;'But you just said you locked me up because I was small?!'@@
@@.woman;'Well yeah but that's different! We're way closer than if you hadn't been. Other girls just say the bigger the better. I mean like sure for a blowjob. But I just think it's different, not worse!'@@
[[You're having difficulty understanding her thought process]]
<<else>>
@@.mc;'I guess...'@@
@@.woman;'As long as you're good then there won't be a problem $name. I'll be //more// than enough for you. Trust me. Now, let's get you back in your panties. I don't think you need to stand around naked //all// day.'@@
[[You get dressed and head back home|afterCafeDay5]]
<</if>>@@.mc;'But you just made sure a group of girls would laugh at me?!'@@
@@.woman;'Oh they just had a bit of a giggle. It was nothing serious. Plus, now you'll never see their disappointment you know? Or do you want to disappoint one of them?'@@
@@.mc;'Well I mean when you put it like that...'@@ Does she have to put it like that, really?
@@.woman;'I bet if we explained keeping you in panties and locked up they'd be really supportive. I think they'd really respect you, for accepting it.'@@
@@.mc;'//Respect//? Really? While laughing at me...'@@
@@.woman;'Well I mean. //Every// girl finds a little one funny. It's like a natural reaction. But I'm sure they won't look down on you. You know like I don't. You're just different, not really a //man//. There's nothing wrong with that. Trust me, we can have so much fun!'@@
With those supportive and encouraging words you both get changed. [[You walk back home|afterCafeDay5]]@@.woman;'Oooh!'@@ She picks out a brassier, it's quite plain you think. A little bit of lace, a little bit see-through. @@.woman;'This looks like just the thing.'@@
@@.mc;'Is that it then? Are you going to buy it'@@
@@.woman;'What?! Come on don't you want to see me in it?'@@ She definitely wants your opinion. She also likes showing off for you doesn't she? You just hope you can withstand her being a tease.
@@.mc;'If you want to show off, I guess.'@@
@@.woman;'Ha. Please. Don't act like you're doing //me// a favor. Anyway I need something to go with it as well. What do you think I should get?'@@
@@.mc;'I, uh, how would I know?'@@
@@.woman;'Well you do have a little bit of experience. Come on what do you think? This is good girl talk. And I mean you give a little bit of a different view. What've girls dressed up in for you before?'@@
You can't really think of a lot. Maybe a corset once or twice? Your ex was more of a onesie girl. Well, you thought she was until you saw those pictures she'd been sending.
@@.mc;'Uhhh'@@
@@.woman;'God you need to get better at this if we're going to go shopping again. You're even wearing some stockings and you don't even suggest them?!'@@
[[She picks out some stockings. And garters]]@@.woman;'I do //love// stockings. They always make me feel so slutty, I //almost// want some hot guy to take me right here without even putting them on.'@@ She laughs.
@@.mc;'Haha yeah uh, yeah...'@@
@@.woman;'Do you feel sexy in yours?'@@
Is //sexy// really the right word? You feel different. Is this //sexy// though? You guess they feel kinda nice. @@.mc;'I don't know about that...'@@
@@.woman;'Mmm I guess you need to be showing off more for it? Hidden under your clothes I dunno. Although it is a //bit// naughty. Dressing like a slut with nobody knowing?'@@
@@.mc;'A slut?!'@@
@@.woman;'Well yeah a little bit. If people knew what you were wearing I bet they'd think you were begging for it really. I guess it's my fault but well...you shouldn't have looked like such a hot piece of ass in my lingerie. I bet you'd look great in these too.'@@
[[She takes you to the changing rooms]]@@.woman;'Wait here, ok?'@@ You see a couple of chairs outside the booths. Quite a few bored husbands and boyfriends must have sat here over the years.
She pulls the curtain shut and you wait. You wonder if you could sneak a peek without her noticing, but you wouldn't want someone else to catch you doing that.
'Is everything ok, sir?'
It's the sales girl. @@.mc;'Oh yes, thanks.'@@
'Is your girlfriend trying things on?'
Your girlfriend? She must mean Cheryl. You could play a long. @@.mc;'Oh. Yes, she's trying some things on. I'm having to be patient.'@@
The girl lets out a small, practiced laugh. One she must have given hundreds of times. 'Well if there's anything you need sir, I'll be happy to help.' With that she leaves you alone.
[[You continue to wait for Cheryl]]@@.woman;'$name? Are you there?'@@
@@.mc;'Yes?'@@
@@.woman;'Were you talking to someone?'@@
@@.mc;'Oh just the sales girl.'@@
@@.woman;'Oh! I hope you weren't flirting with her!'@@ She pauses for a moment. @@.woman;'I could do with a little help in here.'@@
You look around to check that nobody is watching and enter the booth. You see Cheryl barely dressed, breasts almost hanging out of her bustier.
@@.mc;'Having trouble?'@@
@@.woman;'Little bit!'@@ She turns around, showing her round ass. @@.woman;'I hope you didn't forget about me when talking to that sales girl.'@@ She wiggles her ass a little. @@.woman;'Could you sort out some of straps on the back?'@@
[[You see her bustier is needlessly complex]]@@.woman;'That's better! The girls aren't all over the place.'@@ She turns around. @@.woman;'What do you think?'@@ She pushes her chest out.
@@.mc;'Yup. Looks nice.'@@
@@.woman;'//Nice//?'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah? It looks good...'@@
@@.woman;'It should be better than //nice//! You should be close to ruining your panties!'@@ <<if $chastityOn>>She looks down at your crotch. @@.woman;'Well. I mean if you weren't locked but still. Nice?!'@@ <</if>>
@@.mc;'You look hot of course...I just don't. Should I say...'@@
@@.woman;'Just say what you think. I don't mind. I need to know if it's too slutty or too plain. You know, real girl talk stuff. Are my breasts good like this?'@@
@@.mc;'They're fantastic. Obviously.'@@
@@.woman;'Sometime I wonder if they're too big you know? Do you think they're too big? Do guys think that?'@@
@@.mc;'No! Well I mean all boobs are nice...yours are really...'@@ You struggle to really say this, with her right there. In lingerie.
@@.woman;'They do get in the way a bit. But guys do seem to just love them. Sometimes I know they're just staring at them, like I'm just a pair of tits. Like //hello//. I want guys to look at them a bit, but not all the damn time!'@@
@@.mc;'They can be hard to look away from.'@@ [[You half mutter]]@@.woman;'It's not my fault! Well. I know I do show them off a bit. But whatever. And anyway you don't look at them! Not as much as other guys anyway.'@@
You try to maintain eye contact. @@.mc;'I guess I'm better than them then?'@@
@@.woman;'Definitely different! It //is// different anyway. Like I don't really mind you having a good look, I just feel appreciated and good you know? Some other guys just need some patience! They'll have them in front of their face as I'm riding them anyway!'@@
@@.mc;'Oh. Ha. Yeah of course.'@@
@@.woman;'I love making my girlfriends jealous too. So you and my girlfriends yeah whatever you know. It's just fun!@@<<if $chastityOn>> @@.woman;I don't even have to worry about you getting hard and I can see how I'm making a guy react!@@<<else>>@@.womanAnd even if you get hard down there I know there's nothing worry about!@@<</if>>@@.woman; it's great, isn't it?!'@@
@@.mc;'Oh yeah I mean really great.'@@ At least you get to see the goods a lot?
@@.woman;'You do want to see them bouncing in front of your face don't you? Be honest!'@@
@@.mc;'I want to bury my face in them if you must know...'@@
[[She giggles and bounces them gently]]@@.woman;'Easy tiger! But it //is// nice to know. Maybe if I'm feeling //extra// generous, one day!'@@
@@.mc;'Really?'@@
@@.woman;'You never know! Could be fun? Anyway!'@@ She sits down. @@.woman;'I could really do with some help getting these stockings on.'@@
She extends her leg, her foot ending up just touching your thigh. The pair of stockings are on the floor next to you.
You get down on the floor and slide them over her legs, enjoying getting so close to her.
@@.woman;'I think I could get used to this!'@@
You finish the other one. She clips them to her garter belt and stands up. You look at her long legs right in front of you.
@@.woman;'You can get up now. I mean unless you //want// to stay at my feet...'@@
@@.mc;'Sorry I was thinking.'@@ [[You get up]]@@.woman;'Well?!'@@ She twirls around.@@.woman;'What do you think?!'@@
She is a figure of pure sex appeal. Every curve in the right place, enhanced by the lingerie in an incredible manner.
@@.mc;'You really do look amazing...'@@
<<if $chastityOn>>@@.woman;'But how are //you// feeling?'@@
@@.mc;'Uhh. Kinda turned on?'@@ She does seem to want you to say how much you want to fuck her...
@@.woman;'//Kinda//? Your cage should be about to //break// with me like this in front of you!'@@
@@.mc;'It is a bit...tight.'@@
@@.woman;'And does it...'@@ She moves closer to you. @@.woman;'get tighter if I do //this//.'@@ She turns around, rubbing her ass on you.
The look of that tiny waist with the feel of her round ass rubbing into you is too much. You grab her hips and grind against her.
@@.woman;'Easy now!'@@ She moves away from you. @@.woman;'Did I say you could touch?'@@
[[She hadn't but surely you could]]
<<else>>@@.woman;'Well are we getting nice and //hard// big guy?'@@ She moves closer, running her finger up your thigh. @@.woman;'I hope you're ready to //burst//.'@@ Her finger runs along the outline of your shaft.
You move away slightly, your cock strains against your panties. You feel as though with a few touches she probably could have you making a mess of them.
@@.woman;'Oooh I think you //are// rather close. Is that because of little old me?'@@
@@.mc;'You are dressed like that right in front...teasing...'@@
@@.woman;'//Teasing// huh? Oh no no, this isn't //teasing//.'@@ [[She cups your balls in her hand]]
<</if>>@@.mc;'You were rubbing your ass against me!'@@
@@.woman;'So?! Just because I dress up in lingerie and rub my ass against you means you get to put your hands where you want?!'@@
@@.mc;'But! So. So you can just grind on me?!'@@
@@.woman;'Well. Do you not want me to?'@@
@@.mc;'That's not the point!'@@
She starts grinding on you again. @@.woman;'Go on then. Tell me to stop.'@@
You can't do that...what if it means she won't do stuff like this? You don't want to risk it.
@@.woman;'I can't hear you? Aren't I being a naughty girl. Should I stop?'@@
@@.mc;'No! No. Fine.'@@
@@.woman;'Doesn't Daddy want to spank me for being bad?'@@
@@.mc;'What?? Did you-'@@
@@.woman;'Oh I'm just playing!'@@ [[She finally stops grinding against you]]@@.woman;'I know you wouldn't spank me! //Although//, it would be kinda funny!'@@
@@.mc;'Funny?!'@@
@@.woman;'Look at you all cute and flustered you know. Then trying to spank me. I bet it wouldn't even sting.'@@ She bends over slightly, her ass sticking out towards you. @@.woman;'Go on Daddy!'@@
@@.mc;'Are you serious?'@@ You can't help but feel she is just doing this to tease you. To test you?
@@.woman;'Spank me Daddy! I've been bad!'@@
You give her a smack on her butt. Still uncertain as to why she's acting this way...
@@.woman;'Ooooh! Such strong hands Daddy! Harder!'@@
This time you give her a hard one.
She laughs. @@.woman;'OK! OK! That actually hurt a little!'@@ [[She stands up, still laughing]]@@.woman;'That was kinda fun! Different. You're not really Daddy material, but you did your best!'@@
@@.mc;'Well I didn't want to hurt you!'@@
@@.woman;'Awwwwww. That's so nice!'@@ She gives you a kiss on the cheek. It might be nice, but you wonder what she'd do if you weren't so nice.
@@.mc;'What was all that?'@@
@@.woman;'What? Getting Daddy to spank me?'@@
@@.mc;'Uh, yeah?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh I dunno. Dressed like this I felt like flirting a little! Has a girl never dressed like this and called you Daddy?!'@@
@@.mc;'Well...no.'@@
@@.woman;'//Awwww!// Well I guess you aren't really a Daddy. Definitely not when you're dressed like a little slut underneath, huh? Or all locked up...'@@ She lets out a sigh, stretching out a bit. @@.woman;'Such a shame. I could really do with a stud to take me right here. But well, with you all locked, there's simply nothing to be done about it. Oh well!'@@ [[The key sits nestled between her breasts]]@@.mc;'You could...unlock...'@@
@@.woman;'Oh no no. I wouldn't want to be so demanding! Don't worry, spanking me is //more// than enough. If you can really call it a spanking. Maybe I've been spoiled by Brad.'@@
There's a bit of an awkward silence. You wish you had the balls to really make a move on her now, surely a situation like this is your best chance? But you can't help but feel she would just laugh at any move you would make. She probably can't take a sexual advance from you seriously while she's got the key to your chastity cage hanging from her neck.
@@.woman;'I think I should probably get changed? I think I'm gonna buy this. Thanks for the help!'@@ [[She ushers you out of the changing room][$shoppingDaddy to true]]Shortly afterwards she comes out as well, with the lingerie folded over her arm. She doesn't go to the counter but to the shop assistant.
'Hi there, how can I help you? Everything ok?'
@@.woman;'Yes! I //love// the selection you have here. I've chosen some stuff, but I was wondering. Is there any sleepwear?'@@
'Your boyfriend is //very// lucky.' She glances at you. 'Yes, they're just over there, she motions to the other side of the shop.'
@@.woman;'Boyfriend?'@@
'Yes?' She motions her head towards you.
@@.woman;'Ohh. No. No he isn't my boyfriend.'@@
'Oh sorry. He said-'
@@.woman;'Oh //did// he?'@@ She looks at you scathingly and turns away again. @@.woman;'Did you talk about much else? How about the pink thong he's in? Or his stockings?'@@
'What?! No!' She looks rather shocked and appalled.
@@.woman;'Didn't think so. And as cute as I think he is in panties, no he isn't my //boy//friend.'@@
'No of course of course. I'm sorry. I thought it didn't seem right but now. I can't quite. Is he really wearing panties?!'
@@.woman;'Oh he's in a hot little pink thong, aren't you $name?'@@
You don't respond.
@@.woman;'The nightwear will be for //him//, if you understand?'@@
'I. I think I do.' She looks at you with her top lip slightly raised. It's a real look of disgust. 'I. I don't think you two should stay. Well. He shouldn't. I'm sorry, it's just. I don't want other customers to feel uncomfortable.' She points to the door.
@@.woman;'Excuse me? You can't deny him service!'@@
'It's not right. Please leave the store. I don't want to call security.'
@@.woman;'Just because of $name wearing some of this stuff?!'@@
'Yes. It's for women, women shop here. They wear it //for// their boyfriends. Or husbands. And people might talk if they saw him...you know! Now please. Leave.'
@@.woman;'Well screw you lady! God. Let's go $name, we don't need this stuff, I have more than enough already. We'll put you in that.'@@ [[She throws the lingerie to the ground as you leave]]@@.woman;'Now this is more like it. Have you got a nice load stored for me?'@@ She grabs your shaft. @@.woman;'It's so hard! I hope you haven't torn through your panties. I think we should check...'@@
@@.mc;'You know...'@@
@@.woman;'What?'@@
@@.mc;'It's just. You do try to get me naked quite a lot?'@@
@@.woman;'//And//? It's fun! I don't think a guy has ever complained about that before you know.'@@
@@.mc;'I guess just. You know. It can be a bit much...and you do tease...'@@
@@.woman;'Ohhh I get it. Pushing for more?! Well that //could// be fun here. And dressed like this I am kiiinda in the mood.'@@ [[She gets you down to your panties]]@@.woman;'Mmmm. I see even with your little complaints. This guy here tells a different story. Care to explain?'@@ A playful smile appears on her face.
@@.mc;'Like I said! It's not fair with you dressed like that!'@@
@@.woman;'Uh huh. And it couldn't be...the teasing. Could it?'@@
@@.mc;'That too. Alright.'@@
She puts her hand in your panties, rubbing the tip of your penis. @@.woman;'This isn't too much, is it? Or should I stop? I wouldn't want to be a problem...'@@
@@.mc;'Don't stop.'@@ You can feel yourself getting close.
She gets on her knees in front of you. Is this some sort of dream? You've fantasized about situations like this before and to be like this with Cheryl.
She pulls your thong down to your ankles.
@@.woman;'Well //hello// there.'@@ She kisses the tip of your stiff cock. @@.woman;'You seem very happy to see me!'@@
@@.mc;'Are you going to-'@@
@@.woman;'Give you a blowjob? Wellll. I do quite like your little guy. I don't really know why. It's fun to play with.'@@ She takes the head into her mouth, running her tongue around it.
<<if $cumSwallowBathroom>>You still can't quite believe it, letting out a slightly shocked @@.mc;'Yes!'@@
@@.woman;'Did you enjoy your little handjob last night?'@@
@@.mc;'Of course!'@@
@@.woman;'Well. I think you'll enjoy this even more.'@@ She takes your cock again. Easily taking the whole shaft in her mouth, bobbing up and down. She focuses on the head, using her tongue while rubbing your shaft and balls. She stares into your eyes as she does it. You can't help but think how hot she looks with a cock in her mouth.
You feel a bit more able to control yourself around her now but it really isn't long until she has you on the edge.
@@.woman;'Do you want to cum on my tits?'@@
@@.mc;'You aren't just going to say no are you?'@@
@@.woman;'For real this time!'@@
@@.mc;'Yes!'@@ Almost instantly after it you see her easily take off her bustier. You then shoot all over her breats.
@@.woman;'All done? Well that's good, nowhere near as much of an icky mess as I'm used to! And over so quickly.'@@ She stands up. @@.woman;'Remember the bit after your handjob last night?'@@
The taste of cum still hasn't quite gone from your mouth. @@.mc;'You mean, your finger...'@@
@@.woman;'You eating all your cum for me you mean! Well. You see, I think there's a problem here...'@@
[[She looks down at her chest]]
<<else>>You still can't quite believe it, letting out a slightly shocked @@.mc;'Yes!'@@
She takes it in her hand, kissing the side of it. @@.woman;'Buuuut. Like you've said. I //am// a terrible little tease. Maybe I want to play with a cock and not have to deal with all that sticky mess at the end?'@@ She puts her lips around it again, this time taking it deeper.
You really can't take more of this and she's just there. Should you take the chance? Or just leave it up to her?
[[You put a hand on the back of her head]]
[[You let her continue sucking you, waiting to see what happens]]
<</if>>She doesn't react at all, taking the entire length of your cock. You decide to push a bit further, holding her head. Keeping your cock stuffed down her throat. She doesn't seem to put up any resistance, as though she was expecting it. You keep here there for a bit, until you feel her choke slightly. You pull her head back.
She gasps for air, staring directly at you with an expectant look. Has she just been testing you all this time? You think of all the teasing, the lingerie, the comments about other men. You ram your cock down her throat, controlling her head back and forth as she eagerly sucks on your cock.
You can feel yourself about to cum. You hold her head, cock fully inside her mouth and empty your load. You release her and let out a long, satisfied sigh. Cheryl splutters a little, swallowing it down.
@@.woman;'I was //wondering// how long it would take for you to actually do something like that! Maybe you have bigger balls than I thought.'@@
@@.mc;'Well come on! You were kneeling there, teasing my dick...'@@
@@.woman;'I was getting used to you doing //nothing// though. I kinda enjoyed having you as a toy...'@@
@@.mc;'But that was ok too?'@@
@@.woman;'I dunno. I know I didn't stop you but, I don't know if it was right...'@@
@@.mc;'Well don't be such a cocktease!'@@
@@.woman;'Am I that bad //really//? I just like to flirt! And I //was// sucking your dick //before// you did that.'@@
@@.mc;'When you put it like that...'@@
@@.woman;'It's alright. Just let me be a bit of a tease. I'm //sure// you'll find it enjoyable. Now I really should get dressed and buy this stuff.'@@
[[She ushers you out of the changing room][$bjControl to true]]She takes her mouth off your cock. @@.woman;'Are you ready to explode?'@@
@@.mc;'Yes! Fuck.'@@
@@.woman;'All over my pretty face?'@@
@@.mc;'Yes! I wanto cover it!'@@
@@.woman;'Aww. Well. //Too bad//. I think you've had me on my knees long enough now. It's time to get this guy back in some nice panties, it's much better there.'@@ She stands up, pulling your panties on simultaneously. @@.woman;'//Much// better.'@@
@@.mc;'Are you serious?! You really are a tease!'@@
@@.woman;'Only for you, dear. And //I// think you rather liked it. You //certainly// didn't do anything to stop it, now did you?'@@
@@.mc;'What was I supposed to do?!'@@
@@.woman;'Oh sweetie. I can't tell you //that//. Maybe a //man// could tell you. But I couldn't possibly. But don't worry about that. Be proud to have me keeping your balls the brightest shade of blue in the whole town!'@@ She laughs and throws her arms around your neck, planting a firm kiss right on your lips. @@.woman;'Tastes kinda nice, don't it?'@@
Taste? Oh. Right. She kissed you to give you the taste of your dick in her mouth.
@@.woman;'Now I really need to get dressed and buy these things. Thanks for being such a big help!'@@
[[She ushers you out of the changing room][$shoppingTease to true]]@@.woman;'I can just leave all your mess here now can I? And I don't have anything to clean it up with...'@@ She looks at you. @@.woman;'Could you, you know. Be a good boy?'@@
@@.mc;'And clean...my cum?'@@ You look at the mess on her chest. There isn't really //that// much.
@@.woman;'Lick it alll up. Go on, you were so good with it last night too!'@@
@@.mc;'But I mean...off your breasts''@@
@@.woman;'Is there something //wrong// with my breasts? Don't you want to put your face in them?'@@
@@.mc;'But-'@@ She puts a hand on your head, pulling on your hair a little. Bringing your face down towards them.
@@.woman;'I really don't want to be walking around with this one me. Go on, please.'@@
You lick a bit of cum off her right breast, close to the nipple. Her breast does feel nice, you almost forget you're eating your own cum. You lick some more off, almost eagerly. You're just enjoying her breasts, you swear.
@@.woman;'All done? Such a cum slut! You should do that everytime since you enjoy it so much!'@@
You would respond, but you're having a little bit of difficulty swallowing the last glob of it.
@@.woman;'Alright I really should get out of this stuff and buy it.'@@
[[She ushers you out of the changing room][$shoppingCum to true]]@@.woman;'I'm sorry $name. I didn't mean for that. I didn't think she'd react. I thought she'd I dunno. Just find it amusing or something, I had the idea of her picking stuff out.'@@ She looks to the ground, genuinely remorseful.
@@.mc;'I shouldn't have said you were my girlfriend...'@@
@@.woman;'Aw. You can pretend if you like, there are worse things...'@@
<<if $lipstick>>You walk aimlessly together for a while.
@@.woman;'I still want to buy you something.'@@
@@.mc;'What?'@@
@@.woman;'Like a cute outfit. It's weird. When I put lipstick on you a few days ago I wondered what you'd look like properly dressed up. I still can't believe how good your lips looked...'@@
@@.mc;'You can't buy me something. Not after...'@@
@@.woman;'Well not just going in and asking. But I have an idea! We just need to get to a changing room.'@@
@@.mc;'Should I even ask what you're thinking?'@@
@@.woman;'I think it'll be better if you just go along with it!'@@ She's smiling again. [[She drags you into BottomShop]]
<<else>>\
There's an awkward tention between the both of you for a while. You can sense her disappointment at the situation, she wanted more.
@@.woman;'I have some things I need to do...'@@
@@.mc;'Oh OK. I guess I do too.'@@
She gives you a hug. @@.woman;'Call me!'@@
[[You part ways|afterCafeDay5]]<</if>>It seems very busy in here. She crouches down behind a clothes rack, getting you to do the same. You follow her, obscuring yourself. Quickly you find yourselves in a changing room. Again.
@@.woman;'I don't think anyone saw!'@@
@@.mc;'No. Probably not, but uh. What's the plan?'@@
She takes her top off quickly. @@.woman;'Take off your shirt!'@@ You do as she says, watching her quickly put it on, barely squeezing her breasts inside.
@@.mc;'But what about me?'@@
She holds out her top for you to take. @@.woman;'Go on!'@@
You put it on. It's baggy around your chest to say the least. But Cheryl ties it up from the back somehow yo make it just look loose, rather than you clearly having no breasts. It has, however, exposed most of your midriff.
You notice she's taken her skirt off. @@.woman;'Pants!'@@
After a bit you end up in her top, skirt and, of course, heels. You teeter on them slightly. You did always wish to be taller. The skirt finished halfways up your thigh. You feel very //daring//. You check yourself out in the mirror, posing a little. You look, basically, like a slender woman. Albeit a fairly plain one, with no breasts to speak of. But your smooth, shiny legs and round derriere do more than enough to offset any questions of masculinity. <<if $wearStockings>>You made sure to take off your stockings, that would have been too much. You have to keep some dignity!<</if>>
@@.woman;'Be confident on those! Just strut a little, it'll be fine.'@@
Somehow Cheryl still looks good in your plain clothes. Her breasts and ass hugging the fabric tightly.
@@.woman;'Isn't this exciting?! Your first girly shopping session!'@@
Your heart certainly is racing. @@.mc;'I don't know...what if someone figures it out? I don't know if I feel comfortable like this. Not in public.'@@
@@.woman;'See you feel comfortable with me! Just relax ok?! Nobody will be able to tell you're a guy! Trust me you pull that outfit off //so// well.'@@
@@.mc;'Really? Well if I do. I mean I trust you...'@@
<<if $chastityOn is not true>>@@.woman;'Just try not to get hard!@@<<if $penis lte 4>>@@.woman; Not that it's really big enough for anyone to notice.'@@<<else>>@@.woman;'@@<</if>><</if>>
@@.woman;'Oh I almost forgot!'@@ She takes a scrunchie out of her pocket. @@.woman;'Hold still!'@@ She pulls your hair back and ties it into a ponytail. @@.woman;'There! No way //anyone// could see you as a man now!'@@
[[She takes you by the hand, out of the changing room to do some shopping]]You follow closely behind her as she starts to browse. You're not really sure what she's looking at, feeling far too conscious about yourself. Your exposed legs, midriff, arms. You think you get some odd looks but nothing for long. You're probably imagining things. You fit in here. You just look like a girl going shopping with her bestie. That's what you're doing, isn't it?
@@.woman;'This would look ''so'' pretty on you!'@@ She holds up a sleeveless top with a high collar. You feel the soft fabric, it does look nice.
@@.mc;'I'll go buy it then?'@@
@@.woman;'Yeah later obviously. But you need something to go with it! I think some hotpants, since you're covering up top you need to show off your legs!'@@ While there's no cleavage on the top she's picked out, you're not sure if //covering up// is really accurate. Your bellybutton would surely be exposed. @@.woman;'Some hotpants would be perrrrrfect!'@@
@@.mc;'Isn't that a bit...revealing? I'm not sure about this.'@@
@@.woman;'You can't //not// show off an ass like that, as well as those legs! You'll get sooo many people checking you out!'@@
Do you want all that attention? You aren't really used to people viewing you that way.
Quickly you're in front of a row of hot pants. Some denim, some...materials you don't really know what. Rather shiny. Cheryl holds up a particularly small, shiny and gold pair.
@@.woman;'//These// are hot!'@@
@@.mc;'A bit...showy? Isn't there something a bit more plain?'@@ You point out a denim pair, almost the length of shorts.
@@.woman;'Oh live a little! You won't get guys checking you out in //those//. No no, these with some sexy heels for sure!'@@
@@.mc;'But. Wait. Heels as well?!'@@
@@.woman;'Well you're doing fine in those! I think you could have a bit of a higher heel. Maybe some gold to match your hot pants!'@@
[[She moves on again, too quickly for you to really stop]]@@.mc;'Can't I pick something?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh please. You'd just end up with some mom jeans or God knows. No, it's ok you just need some help! You haven't done this before. I can't just let you make basic mistakes!'@@
You look at the rows and rows of heels in front of you. It's true. You really have no idea where to begin. Cheryl choosing is for the best.
Again with very little thought Cheryl has picked something out. A pair of stiletto heels that match the hotpants. Someone might suggest she had planned this out.
@@.woman;'OK! Now we need to get these on!'@@
You go back to the changing room and she quickly has you in the top and is fiddling with your hotpants. You can feel her pulling the waist higher, leaving a small part of your ass exposed. Or at least you feel as if it is. They're much smaller pair than you originally thought.
@@.woman;'There! Do a twirl I wanna see how it all works!'@@
[[You tentatively spin around]]@@.woman;'Those hotpants are like, basically made for you!'@@
You look in the mirror. Your ass is barely contained in them. They're the length that all //those// sorts of girls wore at school. The ones that every guy wanted for one reason only. The boys didn't care about them for anything else.
You pull the hotpants down a little, covering yourself up ever so slightly. You're surprised you can't really see a bulge at the front. The stitching and stretchy fabric makes it appear flat? You can your balls pulled down and back a little anyway. Nobody would think you were hiding something extra.
@@.woman;'Don't do that! Come on I got them perfect for you! You have //got// to flaunt it! '@@
You look at how the hotpants shape your ass. You //should// flaunt it, you wish every girl would flaunt an ass like that...
@@.woman;'And it'll look even better with these heels!'@@ She helps you slide your feet into them, doing up a couple of straps at the top.
[[She begins to open the changing room door]]@@.mc;'I'm fine in here!'@@
@@.woman;'Oh come on! You've been walking around in mine and a skirt and not complained! And you've got to check if those heels are comfortable enough!'@@
@@.mc;'But...I mean. It's all so //skimpy//'@@
@@.woman;'Oh man up!'@@ She grabs your hand. @@.woman;'Just walk over there and back! And strut a little, like you're a catwalk model.'@@
You walk, swaying your hips slightly. But definitely not like a catwalk model. You notice a guy looking at you. No, //staring// at you. Not eye contact. He's checking you out, isn't he?! His eyes are just looking at your ass and legs.
Well at least you must look good? Yeah, you do! You feel yourself striding more confidently. You turn around, walking back to Cheryl. Your ass bouncing up and down. You bet he's //loving// it.
@@.woman;'Oooh //look// at you! You diva!'@@
You try to hide your smile. But you can't.
@@.woman;'You //have// to buy this outfit!'@@
[[You go and get changed]]Cheryl puts her clothes back on. You have your guy clothes back on, on top at least. You don't know how to feel. They're definitely less...fun? You can't really strut and shake your ass in these anyway.
@@.woman;'You know. I think I want to pay for those heels!'@@
@@.mc;'You do?'@@
@@.woman;'Yeah, well. I mean I think I should go buy them. After earlier. You can pay me back but I dunno. Those are such a good pair of fuck me heels and I wanna be able to say I bought them for you!'@@
@@.mc;'Really? I dunno about but ok...'@@
@@.woman;'Yep! I dunno I like thinking you're wearing them because of me!'@@
You don't really get it. She always seems happy deciding what you wear. But you decide not to overthink it. She goes and buys the clothes for you.
@@.woman;'See you later!'@@ She gives you a big hug. @@.woman;'We sooo have to do this again sometime!'@@
[[You finally go back to your place|afterCafeDay5][$cherylShoppingTrip to true]]You shut the door behind you and let out a sigh, reflecting on what's happened already today. Will there be much more of this? You can't tell how anything is going to turn out at the moment.
You see a large bag left on the kitchen table, with a note placed on top. 'WASHING!'
You better get round to that while you have the chance.
<<if $collared>>
You can feel the collar digging into your neck a little. You check in the mirror, you're sure nobody will be able to see it thankfully. But you can't just go around wearing it all the time can you? You're going to have to try to get Marion's help sometime.
<</if>>\
<<if $negLaundry>>
There's no way you can go to the laundromat. Not after last time, no you're not risking getting punished by Paris again. Maybe the washer can be fixed? It doesn't //look// broken, but you're not exactly an expert in these things. There's some detergent on top of it. It's your best bet right about now.
[[You press the on button]]
<<else>>\
Well, another trip to the laundromat it is then. Maybe Carmen won't be there? Otherwise it could be another embarrassing visit.
<<if $bradCook is true>>You pick up the bag of laundry and [[hoist it over your shoulder.|bradEventDay5]]
<<else>>\
You pick up the bag of laundry and [[hoist it over your shoulder.|carmen5]]
<</if>>\
<</if>>\It comes on almost straight away. There are a few loud clunks but it looks fine to you. Maybe they got it fixed? They wouldn't make up would they? Paris probably is vindictive enough...
Whatever. This will make things way easier, you'd be stupid not to use it. You load it up and get things set up. Auto will be fine won't it? You get it going.
There are a few very loud clunks but nothing particularly concerning. It says it'll take a few hours. You'll have to wait then, it's not like you really have anything else to do right now.
[[You sit down and watch some television]]After about half an hour or so or flicking around, seeing some news, some cooking shows, the inanities of day time talk shows.
Then you hear a very loud bang, was that from the kitchen? Better check it out.
As you enter you see clothes strewn across the floor, what the fuck? The machine itself has toppled over, the door on it open. Did it explode? How the hell? Paris wasn't lying about it being broken then...
You gather up the clothes, putting them in the bag. They're all soaked through and seem to be stained with bits of green appearing on them. You have no idea how you're going to explain this. You can't put them away now. Fuck. Are they going to get rid of you for this? Paris surely won't be forgiving...are you going to have to pay for new clothes. Shit.
[[The front door opens]]The sound of heels travels down the hallway, gradually getting nearer to the kitchen. The door swings open.
It's Paris.
@@.paris;'Oh hey $name.'@@
You move in front of the bag, hoping she won't notice anything. Not the bag, the damp floor, the laundry machine.
@@.mc;'Hi Paris. W-What are you doing here?'@@
@@.paris;'Forgot my lunch for work!'@@ She walks over to the fridge, opens it and bends down to take out a plastic box. You can see her panty line through her dress.
@@.mc;'Got it?'@@
@@.paris;'Yeah! Well I'll be going then, better eat this at work. Don't want the boss to think I've left.'@@ [[She leaves the kitchen]]Well. For a split second she did. She quickly puts her head around the frame of the door. With a quizzical look.
@@.paris;'$name?'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah?'@@
@@.paris;'Why is the laundry machine on its side?'@@
@@.mc;'It. Well it kinda...exploded?'@@
@@.paris;'You didn't try to //use// it did you?!'@@ She walks closer to you. Arms folded.
You let out a meek @@.mc;'Yes.'@@
@@.paris;'I //told// you not to! Why would you?!'@@
@@.mc;'I turned it on and it seemed ok! I don't. I didn't mean...'@@
@@.paris;'Are the clothes, are they in that bag?!'@@ She points behind you and goes to open it. @@.paris;'What the //fuck//?!'@@
@@.mc;'I'm sorry Paris I-'@@ This isn't going well, [[you can't think of anything that will make it better.]]@@.paris;'There all green! They're ruined!'@@
@@.mc;'I'm sorry.'@@ You look down at the floor, avoiding her eyes.
@@.paris;'That's not good enough! You disobeyed me and ruined mine //and// Marion's clothes! Some of these things were expensive! More expensive than the damn rent you're paying. We //told// you that you were meant to do as we told you to!'@@
@@.mc;'I'm really sorry!'@@ You are. Mostly. It's not as though you have warm feelings towards Paris but you didn't mean to ruin her clothes. And, more importantly, you really don't want to get kicked out.
@@.paris;'I really don't see why we should keep you around. Not after this. I thought you'd be ok. You seemed willing to try, even if it wasn't perfect yet. But //this//?!'@@
@@.mc;'I do want to try! Please, I'll get better. I'll pay for these! Anything, really. I don't have anywhere else to go.'@@ You really don't, not long term like this. You really need this place and actually affordable rent.
@@.paris;'//Anything//?'@@
@@.mc;'Yes!'@@ [[You don't really think through what this could mean.]]@@.paris;'Do you expect me to take pity on you?'@@
@@.mc;'No. But, please...'@@ You can't think of much else to say. You're reliant on Paris' kindness. Or at least, some reason she can think of to want to keep you around.
@@.paris;'You know. I do pity you. But I think I can make use of you. Maybe even make you a better man.'@@
You don't like the look on her face. One of pure malevolence.
@@.paris;'At least you do have a job now. But, well. You're going to have to at least pay for all this. And then there's the inconvenience of it all. I think a third of your monthly paycheck would be about right.'@@
@@.mc;'//One third//?'@@ That would leave hardly anything beyond paying for rent!
@@.paris;'We could always 50% if you'd like? But a third will be fine I think. I should be able to get some nice shoes with that.'@@
@@.mc;'Fine. Whatever. I'll manage. What do you want done with these?'@@ It still works out cheaper than the other rents you saw at the letting agent.
<<if $parisBeaten>>@@.paris;'I'm not finished you know. I think you can also be a rather good bit of //stress relief//.'@@
[[Stress relief?][$parisPay to true]]
<<else>>\
@@.paris;'For now. Put that bag in my room, I'll sort it out later. You're lucky I'm so forgiving you know.'@@ [[With that she leaves and goes back to her work.|afterWashing5][$parisPay to true]]
<</if>>\@@.mc;'Uhh what?'@@
@@.paris;'Let out some anger, you know.'@@
@@.mc;'You mean like...yesterday?'@@
@@.paris;'Yeah, you know. I was so angry with you. But after that, I felt //very// relaxed. I rather enjoyed it.'@@
Is Paris some sort of sadist?
@@.mc;'You want to...hit me?'@@
@@.paris;'Oh well, just saying it like that. Let's just call it...corrective punishment. Only if you've done something wrong. It's for your own good.'@@
You really don't think it is. @@.mc;'I can't just let you beat me!'@@
@@.paris;'But you could. You already have.'@@
@@.mc;'But that...no I mean but with the contract. Maybe once. Fuck.'@@
A sinister smile forms on her face. @@.paris;'You can be homeless instead. If you'd like? That or a sore behind. Your choice.'@@
Do you really have a choice? Maybe once you've got a bit of money together, found a better job. Maybe then you'll be able to find a different place. [[Hopefully without roommates.]]@@.paris;'Well?'@@
You can't bring yourself to respond. You feel trapped.
@@.paris;'It'll be alright. This will be good for you.'@@
@@.mc;'//Good//?!'@@
@@.paris;'You clearly need discipline. Maybe a few beatings will do you good. Then you'll actually do as you're told. You'll come to see it as necessary, even enjoyable.'@@
What the hell is she on about? But there's a steely look in her eyes that you don't want to question.
@@.paris;'You'll see. You know, I'm wondering. But, did you read through all of the contract?'@@
@@.mc;'Most of it...'@@ You had glanced at it at least. And then they told you all that other stuff...
@@.paris;'That's alright then. I //do// hope that you have that year's rent on hand. You know, if you did decide to just leave...@@
@@.mc;'Year's rent??'@@
@@.paris;'Of course. We can't have you just leave with us out of pocket. If you really do decide you don't want my...//training//. You'll have to pay up.'@@
There's absolutely no way you can get a year's rent together to pay up to leave. And you can't just break that contract, what'll it be...more fines? More debt? [[A criminal record??]]@@.paris;'We'll talk about this later $name. I'll let Marion know, see if she wants to help. I doubt it, she's too nice to guys like you.'@@
@@.mc;'Why are you like this?! I might as well be your servant or slave! You know I don't have the money!'@@
@@.paris;'You got yourself into this mess. Nobody forced you to live with us. Nobody made you put the clothes in the washing machine. You could have gone to the laundromat like anyone else. Don't blame me for this, take some responsibility.'@@
[[She leaves to go back to her work|afterWashing5][$parisBeatings to true]]You exti the apartment and walk down the road for a while, the strap of the bag digging into your shoulder. <<if $wearPinkPanties>>Your panties dig into you as well. <</if>>
You’re halfway down the block when you feel a heavy hand on your back. <<if $spankedBrad>>Your mind jumps back to //that// hand. @@.woman;'It's like you've branded him!'@@<</if>>
@@.man;'$name?'@@
You turn around to see Brad. @@.mc;'Oh. Hi Brad.'@@ Why is he stopping you in the street. You feel a bit uncomfortable remembering your evening.
@@.man;'How's it going? Just wanted to say I had fun the other night you know. You cooking for me and Cheryl was great!'@@
@@.mc;'Thanks it was a good evening I guess...'@@ Was it //really//?
@@.man;'You should cook for us again some time! I'm telling you bro, Cheryl was insane aftee you'd gone. So into it, I can only thank you!'@@
@@.mc;'I-I'm glad. Good.'@@ You don't really want to imagine what happened after...
@@.man;'What's in the bag man? Doing anything interesting?@@
@@.mc;'Oh n-'@@ Before you can react he's reaching over your shoulder and unzipping it. He pulls out a bra, dangling it in front of you.
<<if $noApron>>@@.man;'Going all the way and wearing a bra now?'@@
<<if $wearBra>>
Suddenly the bra you're wearing feels gigantic and unmissable. Can he see the straps through your shirt? Surely not<</if>>\
@@.mc;'No!'@@ You inhale, exhale. “This is all my roommates' – our laundry machine is broken so I’m doing them a favor and taking their laundry to the laundromat.”
@@.man;'So you're their bitch as well? Really man?'@@ He pauses. @@.man;'You know I think I get it. '@@
@@.mc;'What?'@@
@@.man;'You. Doin’ favors for Cheryl, now you’re doin’ favors for your roommates – I get it. You can't get girls the normal way right? So this is your way of getting an in with hot women. Man I really could not work out why a girl like Cheryl would hang out with a guy like you. And with the clothes and shit as well man. Shit.'@@
Well it's a theory. You kinda had just been going along with stuff. Especially with Cheryl. @@.mc;'Ha yeah I mean it's a way in you know.@@
@@.man;'Right, right. I get it, but I know your game now. I've got my eye on you, alright?@@ He places a hand on your shoulder, gripping firmly.
@@.mc;'I, what? Your eye on me?'@@
@@.man;'Yeah you heard me. You can dress up whatever, be a little panty boy. It's weird but whatever. And Cheryl likes it I guess, but you're like her girlfriend. I'm the boyfriend alright? Fuck who knows maybe you'll make a pretty girl and Cheryl will keep you round as her bitch. I'm just saying, keep off my turf. I don't want to have to take...certain actions.'@@
Certain actions? What does that mean. He looks down at you, you feel very threatened right now. You better just go along with whatever this is and get out of here. @@.mc;'Alright man, alright. I get it. I just like being around Cheryl, I'm not doing anything to you. You don't need to do anything to me.'@@
@@.man;'Yeah, I hope I won't have to. I can't see it being a problem with you. I can't imagine how tiny you must be fitting into those clothes you know. Cheryl's the biggest size queen I've ever met.'@@
@@.mc;'Come on man...'@@ Why can't he just leave?
<<if $spankedBrad>>
@@.man;'Nah bro. I just don't get you. I thought you were gay really. I dunno maybe you are. Maybe you actually want me to spank your sissy behind again. Hell, I'd do it. Cheryl got off on it.'@@
<<else>>
@@.man;'Nah bro. I just don't get you. I thought you were gay really. I dunno maybe you are. It would explain all the weird shit the other night. Whatever.'@@
<</if>>\
You just want to get out of this situation. @@.mc;'I really need to get this stuff done. Can I get that bra back?'@@
@@.man;'Oh? Sure, whatever. Buzz off dweeb.'@@ He throws the bra in your face half heartedly. He looks confused and slightly sad at the whole situation, he really doesn't seem to understand. You'll probably need to be careful around him, there are clearly some issues or something you hadn't realized before.
[[After a while you enter the laundromat|carmen5]]
<<else>>
@@.man;'Nice! This some chick's you're seeing?'@@
@@.mc;'Oh no, no it's just roommate's stuff. I need to take it to the laundromat.'@@
@@.man;'Damn why they got you doing that? You cook for them as well? You like some sorta maid.'@@
@@.mc;'It's just a contract thing I don't...@@ You mutter faintly.
@@.man;'You know I think I get it. '@@
@@.mc;'What?'@@
@@.man;'You. Doin’ favors for Cheryl, now you’re doin’ favors for your roommates – I get it. You can't get girls the normal way right? So this is your way of getting an in with hot women. Man I really could not work out why a girl like Cheryl would hang out with a guy like you. And with the clothes and shit as well man. Shit.'@@
Well it's a theory. You kinda had just been going along with stuff. Especially with Cheryl. @@.mc;'Ha yeah I mean it's a way in you know.@@
@@.man;'Right, right. I get it, but I know your game now. I've got my eye on you, alright?@@ He places a hand on your shoulder, gripping firmly.
@@.mc;'I, what? Your eye on me?'@@
@@.man;'Yeah you heard. You be friends with Cheryl, whatever. She seems to like you, but more than that? You're not getting past me, understand?'@@ His grip tightens.
@@.mc;'Y-yeah. It's not what you think...'@@ Well, not that it would be awful...
@@.man;'Right. Man I guess you could be gay. Cheryl's gay best friend. I could see it.'@@
@@.mc;'Alright man, alright. I get it. I just like being around Cheryl, I'm not doing anything to you. You don't need to do anything to me.'@@
@@.man;'As long as we have an understanding.'@@ He tosses the bra back to you and walks off.
[[After a while you enter the laundromat|carmen5]]
<</if>>\The door slams shut behind you. Is there anybody here? The place seems empty. Does anyone else use this? You were surprised there even was a laundromat about these days, everyone just does it at home...
You walk up to the counter. No, you can't see anyone still. You ring the bell a few times.
You feel an arm on your lower back. @@.carmen;'Hello dear. Back so soon?'@@
You turn around to see Carmen grinning. Where the hell did she come from?
@@.carmen;'I was hoping you'd pay me another visit. What can I do for you today? Or what can you do for me...'@@
You put the bag of clothes up on the counter. @@.mc;'I need to get these cleaned, please.'@@ Be cool about it, let her be in charge as long as you get this stuff done.
<<if $laundryShowOff>>@@.carmen;'Oooh look at all that! Been playing dress up a lot have we?'@@
@@.mc;'Oh yeah well you know...'@@
You feel her hand travelling down your back. @@.carmen;'In anything //exciting// today dear?'@@
<<if $wearPinkThong>>You try to move away from her prying hand. But she wraps her arms around you, her hand reaching to feel your thong.
@@.carmen;'Ooh pink //again//. And much more daring. Did you put on for me? I did say I wanted to see you in a g-string.'@@
@@.mc;'Oh yeah. Right, of course.'@@
@@.carmen;'I really think you //should// give me a better look you know. How about that shopping trip. I'll put this stuff on a slow wash and dry and we can go.'@@
@@.mc;'In //public//?'@@
@@.carmen;'Well you are getting your underwear cleaned in public. Really it's as though you're just looking for a way to be caught!'@@
@@.mc;'No way!'@@
@@.carmen;'Well that's what //I// think anyway. You'd //love// nothing more than for a group of women to see you. To tease you.'@@
@@.mc;'What??'@@ [[Why would she think that?]]
<<else>>\
You try to move away from her prying hand. But she manages to get a feel of your underwear.
@@.carmen;'Oh. Not wearing anything...//interesting//?'@@
@@.mc;'No. No I don't. I think you got the wrong idea...'@@
@@.carmen;'But you were wearing, you know last time!'@@
@@.mc;'Can I just get these washed? Please.'@@
@@.carmen;'Ok. Whatever. Clearly I got it wrong.'@@ You sense a sudden change to a cold, unwelcoming tone. She seems...disappointed?
@@.mc'Thank you.'@@
She puts them into a machine. @@.carmen;'2 hours.'@@ She disappears into a room towards the back. You're left alone. Better wait.
After almost exactly 2 hours she reappears and sorts them all out for you. It costs $20 this time. At least nothing embarrassing really happened.
[[Time to take the bag back home|afterWashing5]]
<</if>>\
<</if>>\
<<if $laundryMaid>>
@@.carmen;'Well you know what to do after last time don't you?'@@
@@.mc;'Can't you just...do your job?'@@
@@.carmen;'After last time //really//? But you were //such// a good little helper.'@@
@@.mc;'I just really needed to get those clothes washed i-'@@
@@.carmen;'And you //don't// need these done?'@@
@@.mc;'Well yeah but...'@@
@@.carmen;'//Well// then. Come on let's get started.'@@
Are you really going to do this again? Whatever, at least it gets it done. Though you don't really understand why she seems to want to get you to do it, what does she get out of it?
<<if $sissyMaid and $wearPinkThong>>
You feel her hand grope your ass a little. What is she doing? Not that you really mind her doing it but...
@@.carmen;'I //knew// it!'@@
@@.mc;'What?'@@
@@.carmen;'Wearing something a little bit naughty again aren't you? You must have enjoyed last time.'@@
You quickly move away from her hand. @@.mc;'No! I, er, it's not what you think!'@@ Isn't it? A little bit of you must have known. Maybe even enjoyed...wanted...
She moves closer to you. She puts a finger to your lips. @@.carmen;'Shhh. It's alright, you can pretend you don't want to. But we can still have some fun.'@@ She goes and locks the front door. @@.carmen;'Wait just one second.'@@ She goes to a room at the back.
[[Just what have you gotten yourself into?]]
<<else>>\
You sits down in a chair and instructs you to begin. She seems to enjoy having you do what ought to be her job. But beyond that nothing of note really happens, you get the washing done and wait around for a while.
@@.carmen;'You know if things had been different you really would've made a good maid. Another time, boy.'@@
[[You take the washing back home|afterWashing5]]
<</if>>\
<</if>>\@@.carmen;'I think you like to dress up, to show off. You may not have done it much I suppose. Have you dressed up in public, for everyone to see?'@@
@@.mc;'No! Of course not!'@@ You're not just going to tell her...
@@.carmen;'Darlin', don't take me for a fool. You're a shy one aren't you?'@@
@@.mc;'I don't know, it's all just new...'@@
@@.carmen;'Aww. Don't worry your pretty little head. You know, I can show you the ropes. And I would //love// to see just how pretty you can get. I think you'd be surprised.'@@
@@.mc;'But I don't really know you. Why do you care?'@@
@@.carmen;'Oh please, I know a damsel in distress when I see one. We don't have to give you a full makeover just yet. Maybe you need a little bit of //training//. You know, just to get the right //mindset//'@@
That sounds understandable. Almost quite caring, motherly even. @@.mc;'I guess. But what, you're gonna do that here?'@@
@@.carmen;'Oh no of course not sweet pea. We can close this place for a while, not like anyone else really comes here anyway. Fancy coming to my place?'@@ She places her hand on your shoulder, her lips almost touching your cheek.
@@.mc;'OK. I'd have to wait around for the washing anyway.'@@ [[She seems nice, so why not?]]@@.carmen;'Fantastic! It's a little bit out of town, we'll take my car.'@@ She hurries you out of the laundromat, locking up after. You see her take the car keys out of her bag, unlocking the car a few meters away from you.
Wait, is that a Porsche? Why does a woman working at a laundromat have a Porsche?
She takes the soft top down and starts the car, revving the engine. @@.carmen;'I //love// the wind blowing through my hair. You're missing out.'@@
Your hair isn't exactly short now, but it's not past shoulder length like hers either. But maybe you should grow it, maybe the wind does feel that good?
After a while you end up on some very narrow and windy roads, Carmen speeds round them without thinking twice while blasting Journey on the stereo. Eventually you slow down, entering a driveway. One seemingly without an end. Until a large mansion starts to appear. You can't quite believe your eyes. Just who //is// she?
Carmen looks over to you. @@.carmen;'Is there a problem dear?'@@
@@.mc;'N-no. I. Just. It wasn't what I was expecting. You should have said!'@@
She laughs. @@.carmen;'Said what exactly? Oh by the way I live at a huge mansion?'@@
@@.mc;'Would've been something!'@@
[[You need an explanation]]@@.carmen;'It was my ex-husband's. He was ever so kind to leave it to me in his will.'@@
@@.mc;'Oh, I'm sorry to hear-'@@
@@.carmen;'No no don't do that, it was years ago now anyway. Poor old Harold, such a shame he had that...accident. But anyway, like I said! Years ago.'@@ She quickly gets out of the car, beckoning you to join her.
She pulls open the heavy, metal front door. At least 3 meters tall and 12 inches thick. That can't have been original with the house. Who even needs a door like that? Surely overkill.
You enter a large room, maybe a reception room of sorts. @@.carmen;'Why don't you take a seat. Would you like something to drink?'@@
You do feel thirsty. @@.mc;'Please. What do you have?'@@
@@.carmen;'Oh don't you worry, I'll make something special just for you.'@@ She smiles warmly, with an air of motherly affection.
[[You wait for your drink]]She returns with a long glass of clear liquid, maybe with a greenish yellow tint. It's refreshing at least, with a hint of citrus.
You talk for a while, she asks you about yourself. There seems to be genuine concern and you feel yourself opening up for her, telling her about your childhood and even how recent it was the first time you put on a pair of panties. You've never been so open with someone so quickly.
@@.carmen;'You feel pretty with them on don't you?'@@
@@.mc;'I, uh, yes...'@@ Did you really just accept that?
After a while you start to feel a little bit drowsy. All this talking and opening up emotionally must have made you tired.
@@.carmen;'Don't worry about all that other stuff dear. You don't need to earn lots of money or get all the girls to be happy. You'll see.'@@ For some reason you've ended up sat right next to her with your head on her lap. She strokes your hair gently. @@.carmen;'It'll be alright. Don't overthink things. I'll make you prettier than you ever imagined.'@@
[[You wake up after a while]]You feel a blanket on top of you. Carmen must have put it on as you were sleeping. You look around. She's sitting reading at a chair on the other side of the large room. She sees you stirring and quickly closes her book. @@.carmen;'Have a nice sleep dear?'@@
You sit up. You did. @@.mc;'How long was I out for?'@@
@@.carmen;'Oh not long. Long enough, but not long. Maybe an hour.'@@
Weird, it felt like longer. You take the blanket off of you.
@@.carmen;'Come sit with me.'@@ She pats her lap. Those firm, thick thighs do look appealing. You perch on her lap, she pulls you in towards her. Your head resting on her ample bosom. You feel safe.
@@.mc;'This feels nice. I haven't felt like this in a while.'@@
@@.carmen;'Shhh. Don't think about it, you don't need to do that. Just sit there and look nice.'@@
It's better not to overthink things isn't it? Just look nice. Why worry about other things? [[Carmen can take care of that.]]@@.carmen;'Wouldn't you be more comfortable snuggled up in that blanket dear? You can take some clothes off, I think you would be better like that. And I //must// see that delightful little thong of yours you know.'@@
Well if she thinks you'd be more comfortable, you can't really argue. You fetch the blanket and take off your shirt. Carmen pulls down your pants during it.
@@.carmen;'Oh //delightful//.'@@<<if $wearStockings>> Her eyes widen. @@.carmen;'//Stockings// too! You sweet little thing. Wonderful.'@@<</if>>\
Her hands, with nails painted a deep red, fondle your crotch, pulling your thong down a little. @@.carmen;'Just perfect.'@@ She tucks you back in.<<if $chastityOn>>@@.carmen;'No wonder you feel so comfortable in them, with that gorgeous little thing between your legs.'@@ She pauses for a moment. @@.carmen;'Is that?'@@ She grips around your chastity cage. @@.carmen;'Oh darlin'. Did you lock yourself up?'@@
@@.mc;'N-no. Not myself.'@@
A frown briefly appears on her face. @@.carmen;'Oh? Someone else...huh. You know I'd //love// to make sure this@@<<if $penis lte 3>>@@.carmen; itty bitty little@@<</if>>@@.carmen; thing is kept nice and safe. Do you have the key?'@@
You blush. @@.mc;'No. It's. They have it.'@@
It seems as though she doesn't really want to know who //they// are. <<if $penis lte 3>>She grips a little bit firmer. @@.carmen;'Interesting. Well at least you know such delicate little things need to be kept safe.'@@<</if>>\
<</if>>\
<<if $collared>>
@@.carmen;'Oh you little thing is that a collar too?? Oh how precious! You really are being kept aren't you? Seems like I've got competition!'@@
<</if>>\
You sit back on her lap. Her hands rest on your legs. @@.carmen;'Are you this smooth naturally?'@@
@@.mc;'They're waxed.'@@ It dawns on you that youreally have begun to change your body and dress significantly.
@@.carmen;'You're going to be even easier to perfect than I had imagined...'@@
//Perfect//? What does she mean? You forget whatever you were wondering, it's best not to worry. You sit on Carmen's lap in just your little pink thong for a while.
@@.carmen;'As much as I'm enjoying this, we really should go back to check your washing is fine.'@@
She whisks you back to the laundromat in her car. Everything is fine, you take the back and go back to your home. Your head feels clearer. Did you really just go to some lady's mansion and sit in her lap with nothing but your underwear on? [[What was that?|afterWashing5][$carmenTraining to true]]She returns clutching...is that an apron? A hat? <img src="images/maidapron.jpg" alt=" maid apron" style="float:right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px" class="white-border">
@@.carmen;'You can't do your chores without looking the part now can you?'@@ She puts the apron and cap on the counter. @@.carmen;'Go on.'@@
You begrudgingly put them on. @@.mc;'Happy now?'@@
@@.carmen;'//Extremely//. You look very fetching. Go on then dear, get on with your chores.'@@
You might as well get this over with. You get the washing loaded up and put it on. [[Now to just wait]]You turn around to see Carmen has sat right behind you.
@@.mc;'Err, that alright?'@@
@@.carmen;'Very good.'@@ You see she's holding a duster. When did she get that? @@.carmen;'Last time you were such a good, diligent little helper. I thought you might be of use again. And if you're a good boy you can kiss my heels again. Or maybe you're a naughty boy who wants a spanking again?'@@ She holds the duster out to you. <img src="images/maidduster.jpg" alt="duster" style="float:right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 35%" class="white-border">
You take it from her. @@.mc;'And? Now what.'@@
@@.carmen;'Don't be so rude $name. Unless you really do want that spanking. Dust around the place //obviously//.'@@
You dust some of the machines, the counter and so on. Not that there's any dust to speak of, the place is already as clean as can be.
@@.carmen;'No no no! Not like that. Bend at the waist dear. You should look good while doing it in your cap and apron!'@@ She strides over towards you and grabs your waist, bending you over while making sure your knees don't bend. Your thighs burn slightly from the stretch.<<if $cherylYoga>> You really need to go do some more yoga.<</if>>\
@@.carmen;'And dust more...//gently//, don't be so heavy handed.'@@
You try again, making sure not to bend your knees, though it's a bit of a struggle at first. You find yourself starting to prance about a little bit.
Carmen coos. @@.carmen;'//Much// better! Take shorter steps, one foot right in front of the other. Oh and make sure you keep your back straight! Posture is //everything//.'@@
You're encouraged by her enjoyment, you take shorter, daintier steps. You feel your hips sway a little. This isn't so bad.
@@.carmen;'You know I really would reward you rather well if you were to do some of this at my place. Maybe just with a few small //alterations//.'@@ She doesn't make it sound too bad you know. @@.carmen;'You make a good obedient maid. You can finish now, curtsy and say thank you.'@@
Wait, curtsy? And thank her? You don't get it, but you sort of want to. You curtsy, quickly. @@.mc;'Thank you Carmen.'@@
@@.carmen;'I think you're forgetting something.'@@ She takes a forthright tone.
@@.mc;'Err...thank you...//mistress// Carmen?'@@
@@.carmen;'Perfect! You just need some practice. You'll grow into your role I'm sure! Now. Would you like to show a little respect for your superior?'@@ She points down to her heels.
[[You get on your knees and perform your role]]
<<if $submissive lte 6>>[[No, you're just doing this to get washing done. Not this again.]]<<else>>[[You know you'll get spanked if you don't. Is that so bad?]]<</if>>You get down in front of her deep red heels, kissing them both.
@@.carmen;'Good. I knew you enjoyed that. Much better than last time you know, with your silly misbehaving.'@@
You pack up your washing and take off the apron and cap.
@@.carmen;'I'll be in touch. I have lots of ideas for you...'@@
You do sort of want to know what these ideas are, but still feel a bit uneasy. Something about Carmen is very difficult to say no to.
[[Back home with laundry done|afterWashing5][$carmenMaidTraining to true]]@@.carmen;'Hmmm. Really?'@@
@@.mc;'I just want to get the washing done. I put on some silly bits of clothing, whatever. But no more than that.'@@ You say firmly.
@@.carmen;'Alright, alright. I misjudged. Maybe you aren't what I'm looking for after all. That'll be $15 then.'@@
You hand her the money, collect the clothes and [[go back home|afterWashing5]]You timidly refuse. @@.mc;'I no...I don't have to.'@@
@@.carmen;'Oh //please//. After last time? Or is it that you want a certain //other// things to happen?'@@
@@.mc;'What?'@@
She laughs. @@.carmen;'Oh no no. You're going to have to ask //very// nicely. I want to hear you say it.'@@
You do...you do really want it. @@.mc;'Could you. Could you spank me? Please.'@@
@@.carmen;'Mistress.'@@
@@.mc;'Please. Mistress.'@@
@@.carmen;'Well, fine. I suppose if you want it so badly. Who am I to say no to that. I just need to go and get something. I expect you to be in that apron, cap and your thong when I get back.'@@ She exits left.
You obediently do as she says. You even bend over the counter and wait. You hear her footsteps getting louder and then a loud laugh.
@@.carmen;'Oh my. You really did as well. Come on dear get dressed. Maybe some other time. But I can't just spank you if you ask nicely. I'll decide when that happens.'@@
Is she serious? You look at her. She seems serious. Embarrassed you quickly get dressed and take the clean clothes.
@@.carmen;'I'll be in touch. I hope you want to be of more use to me...'@@
[[You go back home, still somewhat flustered|afterWashing5][$carmenMaidTraining to true]]<<if $negLaundry>>You distract yourself and watch some television for a while, falling asleep.
A hand ruffles your hair, taking you out of your slumber. @@.marion;'Hard day?'@@
You stretch your arms. You had no idea how tired you were. @@.mc;'Seems so.'@@ You remember the washing. @@.mc;'I uh, well. Had some trouble with the washing.'@@ You try to avoid eye contact.
@@.marion;'Yeah. I saw that. We //told// you not to...'@@
@@.mc;'I know. I know.'@@
She sits next to you and places a hand on your shoulder. @@.marion;'Paris won't be happy. Like. At all.'@@ She has a slightly worried expression.
<<if $parisBeatings>>@@.mc;'Yeah. She knows already.'@@
@@.marion;'I'm surprised you're still in one piece.'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah. She had to go back to work. But I don't know if I'll remain that way when she gets back...'@@
@@.marion;'What did she say?'@@
@@.mc;'It started off with her saying I'd have to pay you know, from my salary.'@@
@@.marion;'That makes sense. That's a lot of clothes. Expensive ones too.'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah I guess. But then, she was talking about well. Disciplining me.'@@
Marion pauses. Looking slightly shocked. @@.marion;'She's really going through with all this contract stuff isn't she. I remember writing it up with her a few years ago now. I thought it was a joke. I never thought we'd get a male roommate. And then for her to really keep going with it...'@@
@@.mc;'She can't, can she? Surely. I know she's...'@@ You don't really want to talk about what happened yesterday. Not out loud with Marion. @@.mc;'Done some things to me. But more...and regularly?'@@
@@.marion;'I don't know. It seems like she will. I don't really know the contract, Paris does all that legal stuff. Have you asked her about getting out of it?'@@
@@.mc;'She said something about paying a year's rent. I can't do that.'@@
Her lips curve downwards. @@.marion;'I'm sure it won't be that bad. You haven't minded, you know, with what she's done already have you?'@@
@@.mc;'I've coped.'@@ You don't know how much more you can put up with though. But maybe Marion is right, was it //that// bad?
@@.marion;'See, it'll be fine. I'll talk with her, not that you can really change Paris's mind on anything.'@@
@@.mc;'She seems very forceful about things.'@@
@@.marion;'So highly strung, yeah. But I had no idea she could get so...so controlling? We'll see what happens. I don't think you'll be doing the washing anymore...'@@
Neither of you have much more to add. She seems concerned for you, but probably unable to really change anything.
<<if $marionPhoto>>[[She goes to her room and you watch some more television|marionPhoto5]]<<else>>[[She goes to her room and you watch some more television|parisReturn5]]<</if>>
<<else>>
@@.mc;'She knows already.'@@
@@.marion;'How?'@@
@@.mc;'She forgot her lunch earlier. She saw the laundry machine. Then the clothes.'@@
@@.marion;'I'm surprised you're still in one piece!'@@
@@.mc;'Well she wasn't happy. Nothing violent just...we agreed to fix it.'@@
@@.marion;'With what?'@@
@@.mc;'I'll pay for it. Out of my salary, she'll...well I guess both of you? You'll take a cut...'@@
@@.marion;'Oh. Well that makes sense. Some of that stuff was expensive. I hope you can still make rent though?'@@
@@.mc;'I'll manage.'@@ You hope you will anyway.
@@.marion;'I hope so. But I don't know if you'll be doing the laundry anymore.'@@
You both laugh a little at that. Neither of you have much more to add to the situation.
<<if $marionPhoto>>[[She goes to her room and you watch some more television|marionPhoto5]]<<else>>[[She goes to her room and you watch some more television|parisReturn5]]<</if>>\
<</if>>\
<<else>>\
You put the clothes away. It takes a bit of time sorting through the sizes, but it seems pretty obvious that the smaller stuff is Marion's. <<if $buttplug>>You see the box of sex toys in Marion's closet but decide it's probably best not to look through it.<</if>>
Feeling slightly exhausted you sit down and watch some television. You hear Marion arrive home from work, she thanks you for doing the laundry and goes into her room. <<if $marionPhoto>>[[You turn back to the television|marionPhoto5]]<<else>>[[You turn back to the television|meal5]]<</if>>\
<</if>>\Marion returns and sits down in a chair. She flicks through the pages of a large book, you can't make out what the cover is, but can just about see some of the pages. They seem to be black and white photographs, with a lot of flesh on display
@@.marion;'Something caught your eye?'@@
@@.mc;'No, no. Just curious I guess. What is it?'@@
@@.marion;'A book.'@@
@@.mc;'Oh no really? Come on what is it?'@@
@@.marion;'Ha. Alright. It's a photography book. A collection by Helmut Newton. I have some by him on the wall in my bedroom. He gets the human form so clear, you know? There's something so powerful about the bodies on display.'@@
You're not sure if you really get it, but it seems sort of interesting nonetheless. Marion sits next to you and flicks through the pages. Some of the stuff seems kinda kinky. Lots of shots of legs, heels, even some chains. But you don't really want to question that too much.
@@.marion;'I wish I could shoot this well. But I don't even really have anyone to practise on.'@@
@@.mc;'I wouldn't mind.'@@
@@.marion;'Really?!'@@
@@.mc;'Sure why not? I mean, maybe not stuff like this...but some portrait or something?'@@
@@.marion;'Oh yeah yeah. Nothing like this straight away. I'd need to get a feel for you, how you react to the camera first. We could give it a go now if you'd like? My room would work fine.'@@
[[You don't see why not]]You sit on the end of Marion's bed for a bit while she fiddles around with a camera, trying different lenses. Something about aperture, you don't really understand. Eventually she settles on one.
You hear the shutter working as she moves around you. She asks you mainly to sit still, tilting your head a little.
@@.marion;'That's great $name. Have you ever had someone photograph you like this before?'@@
@@.mc;'No, first time.'@@ She chats a little more, praising you. She makes you feel relaxed in front of the lens.
@@.marion;'You're really interesting to shoot, you have some good features you know.'@@
She gets you to pose a little, lounging back, crossing your legs and so on.
@@.marion;'That's it, relax. Forget I'm really here, be your honest self.'@@ She asks you some personal question about your childhood, interests and whatever else. You feel enough at ease to open up more.
<<if $buttplug>>@@.marion;'Why did you take that buttplug?'@@
You jolt a little. You certainly aren't at ease now. @@.mc;'Excuse me?'@@
She continues to take photos. @@.marion;'You heard me, don't be shy. Have you used it?'@@
@@.mc;'No!'@@
@@.marion;'Bit pointless taking it and not using it.'@@
@@.mc;'I was just curious ok? Not just the buttplug, all those sex toys. They're new to me.'@@
@@.marion;'I //knew// you enjoyed getting smacked in the face by that dildo.'@@ She looks round the camera and smiles at you teasingly.
@@.mc;'Very funny.'@@
@@.marion;'You can borrow some of them if you want. I haven't used the stuff in that box.'@@ She disappears behind the camera again.
@@.mc;'No...no that's alright.'@@
@@.marion;'I can help you if you're scared. I know I barely knew what any of that stuff was for before I started working at the shop.'@@
@@.mc;'Really? You'd help, with that? But, why?'@@
@@.marion;'Because I'm so kind, //obviously//. And, well, maybe there's something you could help me out with too.'@@
[[Of course, no such thing as a free lunch]]
<<else>>
She takes a few more shots.
@@.marion;'I can't wait to see how this come out!'@@
@@.mc;'Is that a film camera?'@@
@@.marion;'Yeah, digital just feels so...sterile. Anyway thanks, that was great.'@@
<<if $parisBeatings>>[[You exit her room, leaving her to sort out the film|parisReturn5]]<<else>>[[You exit her room, leaving her to sort out the film|meal5]]<</if>>
<</if>>\@@.mc;'Go on.'@@
@@.marion;'The shop could do with some pictures you know, for a catalogue of items. And since you seem to comfortable being photographed now...'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah. With //clothes// on.'@@
@@.marion;'But still! Nobody would recognize you in the photos. And I mean really, you do owe me. You shouldn't just take my things without asking.'@@
@@.mc;'I know I know and I'm sorry, but still. Isn't that a bit much. With //sex toys//.'@@
@@.marion;'Oh don't be such a prude! Come on, alright, forget the sex toys? What about just undressing a little. More like some of the stuff by Newton?'@@
It wouldn't hurt would it? Nobody would know. And you wouldn't mind a photo or two of yourself like that.
@@.marion;'Just try taking your shirt off. I'll make you look great. Come on I'll use a Polaroid so you can see!'@@
You oblige and take off your shirt.
<<if $collared>>
@@.marion;'Is that a collar? Even better!'@@<</if>>\
@@.marion;'Lean back a little. I want the light across your chest.'@@ You see the film come out of the camera, she shakes it to dry. @@.marion;'Here, look. You look good!'@@
You look at the black and white photograph. It could've easily been out of that book earlier, it's artsy. Nobody would know it's you. You feel a sense of pride that that person is actually you. Marion is actually a good photographer then...
@@.marion;'Like it?'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah it's good. I really enjoyed it actually'@@ You smile at her.
@@.marion;'Well I don't want to push too much but maybe something tomorrow? I don't know, something mild like rope, or a mask?'@@
@@.mc;'OK OK, if you insist. I give in.'@@
Wondering what you've really let yourself in for you <<if $parisBeatings>>[[get dressed and leave Marion alone|parisReturn5]]<<else>>[[get dressed and leave Marion alone|meal5]]<</if>>You decide to go to your bedroom. You stare at the pink walls for a bit, daydreaming a little. Whistful memories float by. But your mind doesn't drift too far, with the slight dread and expectation of what might happen soon.
You hear the front door open and shut. Two voices chat, you can't make out what was said. They sound animated, but you don't know if it's friendly small talk or anything more pertinent.
There's a knock on your door. You get off your bed and walk towards it, opening it slowly. Paris stands in the doorway, her arms folded, dressed formally. Giving off a boss or teacher vibe.
@@.paris;'Ready?'@@
[[For what?]]You go to her bedroom. Marion is waiting there, but is unwilling to make eye contact with you. You see some handcuffs and a blindfold. Paris holds you still as Marion blindfolds you. You then feel her place your arms behind your back and place the handcuffs around your wrists.
Why aren't you fighting this? Have you learned that fighting back isn't the right response?
You get pushed over the edge of the bed and your pants are pulled down. <<if $wearPinkThong>>@@.paris;'I think I'll leave the thong on. You look like even more of a bitch like that.'@@ <<if$wearStockings>>You're just lucky she hasn't pulled your pants down any further to see your stockings.<</if>>
@@.marion;'Paris!'@@
@@.paris;'It's true.'@@ You feel something brush against your ass. @@.paris;'I still think he's going to enjoy this.'@@
@@.marion;'You're the one who's enjoying it.'@@<</if>>\
@@.paris;'Are you going to tell $name what's happening? I thought it'd be more fun to just go right into it...'@@
You feel a palm on top of your right hand. @@.marion;'It'll be OK $name. I'll watch, if she gets too...rough. I'll stop it. It's just a riding crop, it shouldn't hurt too much. I stopped her from taking the cane.'@@
@@.paris;'She's far too nice to you $name. I don't understand it.'@@ You feel a stinging sensation on your left butt cheek, you flich a little. @@.paris;'See, barely any reaction.'@@ [[A few more rain down on your ass.]]Marion's hand remains on top of yours, squeezing gently.
@@.paris;'I do hope you learn from this. Are you sorry for what you did?'@@
@@.mc;'I already said I was!'@@
She strikes you a few times again, harder than before. @@.paris;'That's not what I asked.'@@
@@.mc;'Yes! I'm sorry.'@@
@@.paris;'Better.'@@ 3 more strikes follow. Paris lets out a moan. @@.paris;'This really is great stress relief. Work today was so frustrating.'@@ 2 more strikes.
@@.marion;'Isn't that enough now Paris? His butt is getting a bit red.'@@
@@.paris;'But I've barely started! Just a few more.'@@ She strikes you even harder this time. @@.paris;'This time say thank you. And that you'll do better.'@@ Another strike.
@@.mc;'Thank you. I'll do better.'@@
@@.paris;'Fantastic! You know, I think I'd make a pretty good teacher. So many useless boys I could whip into shape.'@@
She really was enjoying inflicting pain on you, wasn't she? And you do need to be whipped into shape, a little bit...no? Sorted out.
@@.paris;'I think that'll do for your first lesson. You can turn around and thank me.'@@
Lesson? Have you really learned anything? Still, you do as you're told. Pushing yourself off the bed, turning around so you think you're facing Paris.
@@.mc;'Thank you Paris.'@@
<<if $chastityOn>>
You expect her to respond in a demeaning way. But instead you feel the crop poking at your crotch. Touching your chastity cage.
@@.paris;'What is //that//?'@@
@@.mc;'Oh it's uh-'@@
@@.paris;'Not you. Marion you know this stuff, what is that?'@@
@@.marion;'A chastity cage.'@@
@@.paris;'To stop him?'@@
@@.marion;'Yep. Kinda makes it impossible...'@@
@@.paris;'So you really //are// a masochist. God what a loser. Whatever, at least you won't be getting off on this with that on. It's no wonder you got yourself in this position.'@@ You hear her leave the room.
<<else>>\
@@.paris;'Good. I think this will be very productive. Maybe you'll get a better paying job after all this. Marion you can help him out of this stuff.'@@ You hear her leave the room.
<</if>>\
Marion unlocks your handcuffs and you quickly pull your pants back up, then remove the blindfold. You look at Marion but neither of you seem to want to say anything. She has a look of pity. You can't help but feel closer to her, however, while she did try to comfort you somewhat she didn't try to really stop Paris from hitting you.
You hastily leave Paris's bedroom. You would like a rest, but it's evening now and you need to eat. More importantly you need to fulfil your role and prepare a meal for Paris and Marion. [[You don't want to test Paris's patience after that|meal5]]Your stomach rumbles as you enter the kitchen. You just want to get something quick and easy, but you can't repeat what you've already done. You flick through a cookbook of simple recipes. Fish looks easy to get.
You feel more and more confident, even natural, in the kitchen now. It comes to you easily as you prepare some fish, vegetables and even trying a salsa verde. You call Paris and Marion, telling them it's ready.
@@.marion;'Thanks $name. This is good!'@@
<<if $parisBeatings>>
@@.paris;'Not bad. Looks like you responded well to your punishment.'@@<<else>>@@.paris;'Yeah, not bad at all actually. I'm surprised.'@@<</if>>\
@@.marion;'Working tonight?'@@
You explain how you have the day off from work.
@@.marion;'Must be nice!'@@
<<if $negLaundry>>
@@.paris;'Oh great, less money for me.'@@<</if>>\
You finish up eating and tidy up. [[The girls leave you to it]]<<if $cherylFull>>You go back to your bedroom for a bit of respite. You could probably sleep for a day. Your phone starts to ring. Of course, it's Cheryl.
@@.woman;- Hey! Are you still coming over?@@
@@.mc;- Yeah. Yeah of course. I'm just leaving now.@@
@@.woman;- Oh good! Bye then! Mwah!@@
@@.mc;- Bye.@@
Well, time to go over to Cheryl's then. [[You wonder what she has planned this time]]
<<else>>You go back to your bedroom for a bit of respite. You could probably sleep for a day.
You wonder what Cheryl is doing now. It's a shame things didn't really work out there for whatever reason. Maybe there was another path you could have taken, but you guess you'll never find out now.
You dress for bed and [[Go to sleep|sleep6]]
<</if>>You stand outside her building and press the buzzer for her apartment. Almost instantly she opens the front door for you. @@.woman;'Great! You're here!'@@
You go up the stairs to the apartment. Before you're about to knock the door opens. Cheryl stands in the doorway in her bathrobe, she grabs you and gives you a kiss on each cheek. @@.woman;'Hey gorgeous!'@@
@@.mc;'Hey!'@@
You look at her. She doesn't have anything on underneath that does she? Your thoughts seem to be confirmed as she quickly turns around briefly revealing an ass cheek. She chants @@.woman;'Party! Party!'@@
@@.mc;'Party? I thought it was just you and Amanda?'@@
@@.woman;'Well it is, but we can still have a party! Well, a girls' night anyway!'@@
Girls' night? You should have guessed. She hands you a glass of rosé. At least that's what's on the bottle anyway. It's not bad, is it better than beer?
@@.woman;'I maaay be a little //tipsy//.'@@ You see the bottle is about three quarters empty already. @@.woman;'Oh this is going to be fun. A nice evening without any brutish men around. You're gonna love it, trust me.'@@
[[You sit down together, her legs across your lap]]You could probably look up her bath robe, have a peek. But you don't. Her smooth, toned legs are nice enough on their own. You get down your glass, with Cheryl talking about work, fashion, whatever else. You don't listen that closely if you're honest.
@@.woman;'Right! We need to get you down into a robe too! I have one for Amanda when she gets here as well. Go have a shower, there are two robes in the bathroom.'@@
Well you might as well. You enter the bathroom and see two identical robes by the sink. Both quite plain and white, almost to your surprise. Half of you assumed it'd be something slightly humiliating.
You have a shower and get dried. <<if $smallCage and $chastityOn>>[[Nothing out of the ordinary happens.]]<<else>>Nothing out of the ordinary happens.
[[You put on your robe and go back to Cheryl]]<</if>>Just as you're about to put on the robe, the door swings open.
@@.woman;'I have a little something for you! I almost forgot!'@@
You go to cover yourself up but stop. Really what's the point? She's seen it all before. She's practially responsible for how at all looks now anyway. Not to mention how she has your manhood under control. @@.mc;'Oh? Something nice I hope?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh it's wonderful! Marion even got it on special order or something for me, smallest she's ever had to get in she said! She really seemed surprised they even went that small'@@ She starts giggling half drunkenly.
@@.mc;'Small? What for?'@@ You think you might be able to guess. <img src="images/pinkChastity.jpg" style="float:right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px" class="white-border">
@@.woman;'Your cute little guy! You know how your cage was a bit big.'@@ She dangles a pink chastity cage in front of you. @@.woman;'This should be much more suitable for you!'@@
@@.mc;'Does it...have to be pink?'@@
@@.woman;'Yeah! I mean it was like the only color available for that size, but I so would have gone for it over see through, white, black, orange, whatever! It's perfect for you with your pink thongs too.'@@
@@.mc;'Right...'@@
@@.woman;'You should be happy! I got this specially for you! Aren't I the best?'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah you're great, thanks.'@@ At least she was thinking of you!
She unlocks your cage, sweet release. But quickly has the pink one fastened on instead. It does fit a lot better.
@@.woman;'See! Look at that. You won't even know that tiny thing's there when you're walking around! It's like you don't even have a cock really'@@ She laughs.
@@.mc;'Ha. Ha yeah...'@@ It does feel particularly small now. You don't know if it would even be visible in panties now.
She puts the new key on her necklace. @@.woman;'There, nice and safe for you. Wouldn't want to lose it!'@@ She takes your cage in her hand. @@.woman;'I //love// my special little guy. Locking it up nice and safe was the best decision!'@@
@@.mc;'//Your//?'@@
@@.woman;'Yeah! I know it's you know, attached to you but like...whose is it really? I have it locked up, //I// have the key. I make the decisions what happens to it sooooo, yeah it's mine. I own it now!'@@
You aren't really able to argue here. You do let her control it. Let's the right word isn't it? You could get control back, couldn't you?
@@.woman;'I can't wait to see Amanda's reaction!'@@ <<if $collared>>She stands back and looks at you. @@.woman;'You know your collar and chastity go //so// well together. I love it! You don't really need to wear anything else.'@@
@@.mc;'I need to wear something...'@@
@@.woman;'Oh well maybe some panties, some heels or whatever. And I guess if it got really cold a little top...but you're basically perfect like this. I don't think you need to bother asking Marion to help with the collar.'@@
@@.mc;'I still need to take it off sometime...certain situations.'@@
@@.woman;'Booo. I //guess//. But I want you wearing it when you're with me, ok?'@@
@@.mc;'Why??'@@
@@.woman;'Oh I can't explain, I just do! And knowing you'll do it just for me makes it even better, ok? Now stop answering back!'@@ <</if>>\
With that she leaves the bathroom.
[[You put on your robe and go back to Cheryl][$pinkChastity to true]]@@.woman;'That's better!'@@ You sit down again and end up with her legs on your lap. @@.woman;'Aren't you way more relaxed now?'@@
You do feel comfortable. @@.mc;'Yeah, it's nice.'@@
<<if $cherylStronger>>
@@.woman;'How are you feeling after your workout today? Little sore? Nice and stretched?'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah a bit sore. I don't know if I've ever moved my body like that.'@@
@@.woman;'Well I'm sure you'll get used to it, I bet it'll come in handy too!'@@
You don't what she really means by that. @@.mc;'Yeah, I could do with getting fitter really.'@@
@@.woman;'We should so get you set up with a yoga and squats routine. Perfect for you. And you looked so good doing both in your gym clothes!'@@
@@.mc;'Really? Well, thanks.'@@ Aren't you happy you looked good doing it?
<<if $gymSpanking>>
@@.woman;'I had sooo much fun with you, I keep laughing everytime I think about you asking to get spanked by that woman!'@@
@@.mc;'At least you had fun...'@@
@@.woman;'The look on her face! I think it only would have been better if she'd said yes! Oh, what would you have done then?!'@@
@@.mc;'Errr, run away?'@@
She laughs. @@.woman;'Oh no no you can't just ask her and run away. I would've made you bend over a bench and let her have her way! I //bet// a bit of you wanted that, you wouldn't have gone along with it otherwise.'@@
Would she really? No. No of course not...
@@.woman;'I love that I can get you to do stuff like that. And just to have a feel of these babies.'@@ She briefly opens her robe, exposing her bare chest. @@.woman;'I hope it was worth it.'@@ She winks at you.
@@.mc;'Yeah I mean...'@@ You remember the feel of them...it was. Definitely.
@@.woman;'Come on it wasn't that bad was it? It was fun! You didn't have to do it, I didn't want to force you...'@@
@@.mc;'No, no it's fine. I chose to.'@@ And it was rather //exciting//.
<<if $gymTowel>>
[[She goes to get more rosé]]<<else>>[[The buzzer goes]]<</if>>
<<else>>
@@.woman;'I had sooo much fun with you, we have to do it again sometime.'@@
<<if $gymTowel>>
[[She goes to get more rosé]]<<else>>[[The buzzer goes]]<</if>>\
<</if>>\
<<else>>
@@.woman;'I hope you're feeling ok after that shopping trip earlier. That sales girl was such a bitch.'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah, it's fine.'@@
@@.woman;'Well whatever then. I so loved shopping with you. You were so helpful. Just a shame I couldn't get you any lingerie like mine!'@@
@@.mc;'Ha. Yeah, such a shame...'@@
@@.woman;'Don't worry, we'll figure something out sometime!'@@
You wonder if she has something planned, better to not think about it.
<<if $shoppingDaddy>>
@@.woman;'Did Daddy have fun spanking me today?'@@
You blush. @@.mc;'I didn't mind...'@@
She laughs. @@.woman;'//Really// though? You were so hesitant and nervous!'@@
@@.mc;'It was new to me, ok!'@@
@@.woman;'Awww. But //still//. I don't think you wanted to punish me, you liked what I was doing too much, didn't you? Go on, you can admit it. You //want// to be teased.'@@ You see her robe slip a bit.
@@.mc;'I didn't //mind//. OK?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh please.'@@ Her breasts are exposed completely. @@.woman;'You //love// the attention.'@@ She moves over towards you, ending up sat on your lap. @@.woman;'What guy doesn't like a girl rubbing her ass on them? It's nothing to be shy about. You really got a free lap dance, and didn't even give me a tip!'@@
@@.mc;'It's nice but not...//locked//'@@
@@.woman;'And yet you didn't mind? Go on, you enjoyed it. Say it.'@@
@@.mc;'Yes, fine. But-'@@
@@.woman;'Oh forget the but! Who cares what you enjoy. Just enjoy it! You want to be locked up and teased. And //I// want to lock you up and do the teasing! We're perfect together.'@@ She throws her robe back, exposing her naked body. You feel a hand reach inside your robe, rubbing around your caged cock. You take a deep breath, your cock strains against its cage. She gives a lingering kiss to your cheek and then stares into your eyes as she continues to rub around your groin.
@@.woman;'You like that?'@@
You can't deny it, you're as turned on as you've ever been. You don't want her to stop, you don't even know if you want anything more than this. @@.mc;'Yeah. I do.'@@
@@.woman;'Good boy. This is so much fun I don't know if you'll ever need to cum again.@@
@@.mc;'Wh-'@@
@@.woman;'Shh. Shhhh. Don't spoil it.'@@
<</if>>\
<<if $shoppingTease>>
@@.woman;'I hope I didn't frustrate you //too// much earlier today.'@@
You think back to her leaving you on edge. @@.mc;'I survived...just.'@@
She giggles. @@.woman;'Good! You know I was kiiinda disappointed you didn't want to wear the chastity cage I got you. But this could be even more fun! Keeping you on edge is more of a challenge!'@@
@@.mc;'You don't have to do that.'@@
@@.woman;'Well //duh//. But it's not like you stopped me! I mean I was right there on my knees for you and you just let me. So you //must// have liked it.'@@
@@.mc;'I dunno...'@@
@@.woman;'Come //on//. Just a //little// bit.'@@ She moves closer to you and on to your lap. @@.woman;'I don't think you'd stop me playing with you again, would you?'@@ You feel her hand go into your robe, her finger stroking the tip of your cock. You stiffen immediately.
You can't bring yourself to say no. Her hand grabs your shaft and strokes, slowly. @@.woman;'Didn't think so. Just think about how good it was having me suck on your cock. How much you wanted to cum. How I could get you to //in an instant//. You enjoy the uncertainty, being left to ache don't you?'@@
<</if>>\
<<if $bjControl>>
@@.woman;'I hope you had fun being in charge earlier today!'@@
You think back to how you took control while she sucked your dick. You felt quite powerful. @@.mc;'Of course!'@@
@@.woman;'I was impressed actually. Didn't know you had it in you! I guess chastity wasn't right for you after all...'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah, I think I'd rather get blowjobs from you.'@@
@@.woman;'Ha. Don't expect too many! I guess I see you as less of a girlfriend now...'@@
@@.mc;'So...a boyfriend?'@@
@@.woman;'Let's not get carried away ok! And anyway, you still look too good in panties for //that//'@@
Well at least she sees you a bit differently now? Maybe taking more control is a good thing with her...
@@.woman;'And I still want to tease you, but I //guess// I'll have to let you cum //some// of the time. I still think I'd be more comfortable if you were locked up but whatever! I'll survive.'@@
<</if>>\
<<if $shoppingCum>>
@@.woman;'So how's my little cumslut now? Can you still taste it from earlier?'@@
@@.mc;'No! God no.'@@
She laughs. @@.woman;'That's a shame. I imagine you'll be getting a taste for it now.'@@
@@.mc;'What?!'@@
@@.woman;'Oh don't deny it. It doesn't matter! There's nothing wrong with liking the taste of cum, some of the hottest kisses I've had were with a mouthful ot it!'@@
@@.mc;'What? With a guy?!'@@
@@.woman;'Oh don't be silly! I wouldn't get a proper man to taste cum. With a girl, duh! Surely you've had a couple of girls suck your dick together? You must know what I mean.'@@
@@.mc;'Uh, no...'@@
@@.woman;'Oh, really?! //Well//. I mean I don't think there's anything better than draining a big cock with another girl and then making out with her. It's //so hot//, so intimate. Brad //loves// it when I do that for him.'@@
Of course she did it for Brad, who else? @@.mc;'I guess I'll have to try it some time...'@@
@@.woman;'Oh we have to! Trust me you would //love// the taste. It's so rewarding!'@@
Wait, no. You didn't mean like that...
<</if>>\
<<if $cherylShoppingTrip>>[[She goes to get more rosé]]<<else>>[[The buzzer goes]]<</if>>
<</if>>She returns and sits down next to you.
@@.mc;'You're drinking a lot aren't you?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh loosen up! It's just a bit of fun.'@@
<<if $gymTowel>>
She pauses for a bit, looking a bit concerned. @@.woman;'You know, I wanted to ask. I dunno. I think I needed a drink to ask but anyway. You know, what happened. With the towel...'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah?'@@
@@.woman;'You weren't too...humiliated? Were you?'@@
You think back to the girls laughing at you, teasing you. Then even what Cheryl said after. @@.mc;'Y-yeah. A bit...how could I not?'@@
Cheryl sighs. @@.woman;'I didn't mean to make you feel. I don't know, maybe I did. I was annoyed at you, why didn't you wear the panties?! I know you like them! And then you let me take charge and I know you liked it.'@@
@@.mc;'But still. In the locker room...'@@
@@.woman;'Maybe it was a bit much. But still, you took it ok? Right? I mean. You do //want// me to take charge?'@@
@@.mc;'Well. Yeah.'@@
@@.woman;'And didn't the stuff at the gym help? Like, oh I don't know! I guess I'll just say it. You're my. Well, my //bitch//, aren't you? You //want// to be don't you?@@
You don't know if you can just say it.
@@.woman;'$name? Don't you want me to be in charge?'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah...'@@
@@.woman;'You want me to lock your cock up, spank you?'@@
@@.mc;'Well yeah...'@@
@@.woman;'Then //say// it!'@@ Her tone shifts, much demanding, more controlling. Not one you can resist.
@@.mc;'I'm. I'm your bitch. OK?'@@
@@.woman;'See! Good. But I do have to force you into things, don't I? It's like I have to be cruel to be kind! You wouldn't have worn panties or be in chastity without me forcing you! And I couldn't have really known if you'd like it. I mean I //think// you do, but I'm no mind reader!@@ She moves towards you and plants a big kiss on your lips. @@.woman;'I just don't get you sometimes, but whatever. I'll figure you out eventually.'@@
[[The buzzer goes]]<</if>>\
<<if $cherylShoppingTrip>>
@@.mc;'As long as you're fun.'@@
@@.woman;'When am I not?! Oh speaking of. Have you tried out your new outfit today?! You looked so good in the store.'@@
@@.mc;'Oh. No, haven't had the time...'@@ Not //exactly// true is it?
@@.woman;'Oh excuses!'@@
@@.mc;'It's true!'@@
@@.woman;'But you need to practise in your heels! I should have got you to bring that stuff here. Why didn't I ask, shit. Whatever, we'll think of something else. We so have you take you out in those hot pants sometime, //perfect// for the club.'@@
@@.mc;'I dunno...'@@
@@.woman;'Oh you'll see. We're gonna get that inner party girl out of you, just you wait! //All// the guys are gonna love you. Did you see the way that guy looked at you in the store?! He couldn't keep his eyes off your ass!'@@
[[The buzzer goes]]
<</if>>\Cheryl gets up and quickly lets Amanda in. They hug each other and act excitedly. Amanda carries a bottle of vodka.
'Hey girl! Nice robe, should I go shower?'
@@.woman;'Yeah! Oh, say hi to $name first!'@@
You stand up to greet her.
'Heyyy! Nice to meet you for real this time!' She gives you a quick hug and kiss on the cheek. You watch her go to the bathroom.
@@.woman;'This is gonna be so great. You and Amanda are gonna get on so well, I can feel it!'@@
@@.mc;'She seems nice.'@@
<<if $buttplug>>
Cheryl looks at you mischievously. @@.woman;'Soooo. A little birdie told me you showed a bit of an interest in a certain //toy//.'@@
What? Who? What's she on about? @@.mc;'What do you mean?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh please. Took something from Marion's room did you?'@@
@@.mc;'What?! How? Marion told?!'@@
@@.woman;'Well not so much but I figured it out. I wasn't sure but with your reaction. Marion was wondering where a certain buttplug went. Since she'd given so much stuff to me, she thought I might have it. But nope. And from a box in her room? Wellll, who is going to have seen that, huh? With your little mishap the other day too!'@@
@@.mc;'I didn't mean to take...it just. It was there, I don't know.'@@
@@.woman;'Oh //sure//. There's nothing wrong with a buttplug. You know I hear it's even better for a guy, guys who might be into that stuff anyway.'@@
@@.mc;'Really?'@@
@@.woman;'And anyway with an ass like yours. It's built for a bit of //taking//. You know I have some great toys.'@@
Again, you're a bit lost for words.
<<if $chastityOn>>
@@.woman;'I guess you really must be desperate to get off, all locked up. Maybe you can learn to do that in another way...'@@
@@.mc;'Wait. Using? A toy, up...?'@@
@@.woman;'I don't see why not? I dunno if it's possible, but, isn't it worth a try? You'd just being doing it like a girl really. Maybe that's better for you!'@@
@@.mc;'I dunno...'@@
@@.woman;'Well surely it's better than not getting of at all? Or maybe you want to just be denied all the time?'@@
<</if>>\
<</if>>\
[[Amanda returns from the bathroom, in her robe]]Amanda pours out some vodka for all of you and Cheryl turns on the TV. It's that local reality show again. Of course, that David guy is shirtless immediately.
'Oh David! Soooo hot.'
You tune out from what they're saying. Mostly gossip about people in the show, who they like, don't like and so on. You're happier to just check out Amanda's legs.
@@.woman;'I'd just do anything to suck his dick, //God//.'@@
'You'll have to fight me off first!'
@@.woman;'I bet it's big enough for both of us!'@@
Amanda laughs. 'OK OK! We can share it, deal?'
@@.woman;'Just as long as you don't get greedy!'@@
Amanda giggles and looks at you. 'Sorry for all the girl talk $name!'
@@.woman;'Oh you don't mind do you $name? We can share David with you as well!'@@
Amanda almost spits out her drink in hysterics. 'Cheryl! You're so bad!'
@@.woman;'What?! What's wrong with that??'@@
'I think $name might want //us// to share //him//. Not help us with David!'
Cheryl grins. @@.woman;'You never know!'@@ You watch her take another large drink of vodka.
@@.mc;'I know!'@@
<<if $chastityOn>>
@@.woman;'Suuure. I know what you'd //say//. But you don't like to admit things sometimes. And anyway. It's not like we could just kneel in front of you and do it now is it?'@@
'Why not??' Amanda giggles.
@@.woman;'$name? Do you want to tell her?'@@
You know what's going to happen. You might as well say it on your terms. @@.mc;'Cheryl put me in a chastity device, ok? It's not...you can't just get to it.'@@
'Ooooh. What's that? Can you explain?'
@@.woman;'It stops him from getting hard! No unwanted erections, it's great!'@@
'Can I see?!'
She's asking. But you don't think you're going to have a choice with two half drunk women.
@@.woman;'Go on! Show her, she's just curious, there's no harm in it.'@@ She looks at you with a genuine smile.
@@.mc;'Fine, but only briefly.'@@ You stand up and undo your robe. Displaying your locked up cock to Amanda. She's Cheryl's friend, it should be alright.
'Oh. My. God!' Amanda eyes are wide and her mouth hangs open. She looks genuinely shocked. She turns to Cheryl. 'You devil!'
Cheryl twirls the key in her fingers. @@.woman;'And it's all mine!'@@
<<if $pinkChastity>>
Amanda looks back to you. 'It's so cute and little! I //love// the pink. It works so well!' You close your robe.
@@.woman;'I know right?! I only just gave that to him too!'@@
'Is it? I mean like is //it//, as small as it...looks?'
@@.woman;'Oh yeah, //oh// for sure. You wouldn't believe, so I got the smallest size for you didn't I $name? You're happy with it aren't you?'@@
@@.mc;'Oh. Oh yeah of course...'@@
'Aww, that's sweet. As long as you're both happy with it! I think it's //adorable//. I'm sure it's way better with it than without!'
@@.woman;'Definitely!'@@
'$name probably would be helping us with David after all!'
Cheryl lets out a shocked laugh. @@.woman;'You're just as naughty as me!'@@ Cheryl turns to you. @@.woman;'Forget we said anything. It doesn't matter how good your lips would look around a big, thick cock. You don't have to listen to us.'@@ She gives you a kiss on the cheek.
<<else>>
You close your robe.
'It really suits you $name!'
@@.mc;'Thanks.'@@ At least she's being nice about it.
'So you probably would be helping us with David after all!'
Cheryl lets out a shocked laugh. @@.woman;'You're just as naughty as me!'@@ Cheryl turns to you. @@.woman;'Forget we said anything. It doesn't matter how good your lips would look around a big, thick cock. You don't have to listen to us.'@@ She gives you a kiss on the cheek.
<</if>>\
<<else>>
@@.woman;'Suuure. I know what you'd //say//. But you don't like to admit things sometimes. And anyway, I think you need to be packing a bit more heat to need both of us!'@@
Amanda laughs. 'That's cruel!'
<<if $penis lte 4>>
@@.woman;'No point lying about it! $name has a nice cock anyway. It's cute! It's just not exactly...//big//. Is it $name?'@@
@@.mc;'I mean. I guess...'@@
@@.woman;'It's just different! Like it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's just petite.'@@
'But //how// petite are we talking here?'
@@.woman;'Oh it's special for sure. $name? Do you wanna help out? It'll be fun! Amanda is curious!'@@
You don't know if it's the alcohol or you're just getting used to getting naked for Cheryl. Are you even getting confident about having a //cute// cock? You stand up and display your cock to Amanda.
'//Wow!// That's. That //is// small. Cute though!'
@@.woman;'See! It's almost pretty! But you see what I mean about you know, both of us?'@@
'Oh yeah. //No// way! Imagine how much bigger David's would be!'
@@.woman;'You'd confuse him for a horse!'@@
They both laugh as Cheryl holds your hand. @@.woman;'Don't listen to us $name, we're just being silly.'@@ She kissed you on the cheek.
<<else>>
@@.woman;'Oh it's not that bad! It's just not you know, a big cock, is it $name?'@@
@@.mc;'I guess not...'@@
@@.woman;'You're not tiny or anything! You're just not anywhere near as big as Brad. Or what we both reckong David is like. Average ones can be ok too!'@@
'Says the size queen.'
@@.woman;'Amanda!'@@
'Oh don't pretend!
@@.woman;'//Whatever//. It sounds bad if you just say it like that!'@@
They both laugh as Cheryl holds your hand. @@.woman;'Don't listen to us $name, we're just being silly.'@@ She kissed you on the cheek.
<</if>> <</if>>\
[[Cheryl goes to get more vodka]]'You really like her don't you?'
@@.mc;'I. Yeah. I mean, of course.'@@
'Yeah but. //Really//, really do. I can tell. Come on you wouldn't be here like this if you didn't. It's OK'
@@.mc;'Fine. yeah I do a lot. So?'@@
'I'm just looking out for her alright? And I can tell she likes you. //A lot//. More than I've seen for a guy in forever. Don't you do anything to hurt her.'
@@.mc;'Of course I wouldn't!'@@
'Good. Well you seem nice. Different, but nice. As long as you're nice to Cheryl then I'll help you out with her, ok?'
@@.mc;'Help me out?'@@
'Oh you know what I mean! She might just need a little push to see she really likes you. Like I said, you're different. But I can tell.'
You hear Cheryl coming back.
'I didn't say anything, alright?'
[[Cheryl comes in and sits back down]]'So what's the plan?'
@@.woman;'Besides getting drunk?'@@
'//Obviously//. Come on girl the bath robes, you must have something planned!'
@@.woman;'A pampering session, duh!'@@
'With $name too?'
@@.woman;'Yeah! It'll be so much fun. And I bet $name is a virgin, so time to take that cherry!'@@
A virgin? What? Not unless you've fabricated some memories.
'A makeup virgin? Right?'
@@.woman;'Right! And I have some oils and stuff, we can do some massage maybe. I have some sheets and stuff laid out in my bedroom so we don't need to worry about making a mess.'@@
'Massage is //always// fun. I always kinda wanted to do a guy's makeup too. Just never had a guy who it didn't seem silly for you know?'
@@.woman;'Exactly! $name is just //perfect// for it! Do you wanna start?'@@
'Yeah sure!'
[[You go to Cheryl's bedroom]]There's a large white sheet over the bed, there are also some scented candles and you can see a selection of oils.
@@.woman;'What first? Makeup?'@@
'Oh no no, massage first! Let's relax.'
@@.woman;'Alright! So, I'll do you and you do me? Then I'll do $name, that good?'@@
'I think $name should do you. If he's good enough he can do me too!' She winks at you.
@@.woman;'Sure why not! We can do him after if he deserves it!@@
'That could be //fun//! Go on, you can have yours first. I'll wait.' She sits on the bed.
@@.woman;'Well if you insist! $name you don't mind doing me do you?'@@
@@.mc;'No, I'm happy to!'@@
'As if you had to ask that!'
Cheryl smiles. @@.woman;'Fine, but I wanted to hear it. Is that so bad?!'@@ She takes off her robe, revealing her naked body and lies face down on the bed.
Amanda passes you a bottle of massage oil. You get on to the bed next to ehr and spread some over Cheryl's back and get to work. She elicits a few moans of pleasure as you continue.
'Enjoying it?'
@@.woman;'Mmmmmm. So nice!'@@
'I bet you haven't had a guy do this for you before, have you?'
@@.woman;'No!'@@
'Did you ever ask Brad to?'
@@.woman;'Oh please. We both know he'd only last about 5 seconds before he'd stick it in me!'@@
'See, isn't this nicer?'
@@.woman;'//Nicer//, sure. But not really //better//.'@@
'Whatever. You should appreciate having a guy who'll give you a nice massage! I bet you could get $name to give you one whenever you wanted too!'
@@.woman;'Now that //does// sound good!'@@
[[You massage a big lower down her back]]Your hands are only a few inches away from her bare round ass. Cheryl moans even more.
@@.woman;'So good. I think you're going to be my own personal masseur! Are you having fun $name?'@@
Are you having fun running your hands over her perfect body? @@.mc;'Yeah, it's nice.'@@
'He's wondering what he did to get so lucky!'
@@.woman;'Me too!'@@
'It's a perfect match. A guy can be more than just a big cock.'
@@.woman;'He can have nice muscles too!'@@
'Oh you are //so// predictable.'
@@.woman;'Oh and you //don't// like a ripped guy with a big cock?!'@@
'Yeah, but there can be more than that you know!'
@@.woman;'Such as?!'@@
'Like getting nice massages! Or maybe having sex that isn't //just// doggy everytime. How many times did Brad do anything but that? Did he even eat you out?'
@@.woman;'No...but. Still, he was //sooo good//.'@@
'To what you were used to. Girl you don't even //know// what you're missing out on. Trust me. Think this massage but like, a thousand times more.'
@@.woman;'Oh don't be so dramatic!'@@
'Like I said, you don't even know.'
[[You continue to massage wondering just where Amanda is taking this]]'Think how attentive $name is being massaging you and not even asking for anything in return. Isn't that great?!'
@@.woman;'Yeah. So?'@@
'Think what a guy like that could be like at //other// things.'
@@.woman;'Maybe you have a point. I dunno...'@@
'They'd do whatever you wanted as well really. Anything for //your// pleasure. That's the dream, surely?'
@@.woman;'When you put it like that. As long as I can get one with a big cock.'@@
Amanda looks at you and rolls her eyes. She is trying at least.
'You even have a guy right here who I //bet// would do almost anything you asked.'
<<if $cherylDomme>>
@@.woman;'Oh I know //that//. $name is my bitch!'@@ She giggles.
Amanda looks at you slightly shocked.
@@.woman;'Not in a bad way! Just yeah, you know I'm in charge now don't you $name?'@@
@@.mc;'Y-Yeah.'@@
@@.woman;'And you wouldn't change that, //would you//?'@@
@@.mc;'No. No of course not.'@@
'Well that. That's good. I guess I shouldn't be surprised! I guess that's what that chastity cage is about. So you like having control?'
@@.woman;'Over $name? Absolutely! Kiss my ass $name. Go on show Amanda how you like me being in control.'@@
You plant a kiss on her left cheek.
@@.woman;'And the other one!'@@
You do as you're told, more than happy to kiss an ass like Cheryl's. Is it demeaning to kiss her ass? You don't really care to tell the truth. Kissing any part of her is a good thing really.
@@.woman;'Perfect.'@@ She wiggles her butt. @@.woman;'You're a natural ass kisser!'@@
Amanda laughs along while still looking a bit shocked. You're not sure if she really knew what you and Cheryl were like even though Cheryl had said some things. 'You're //loving// this.'
@@.woman;'Maaaaybe!'@@
'If $name will kiss your ass imagine what else they might...'
@@.woman;'Amanda!'@@
<<else>>
@@.woman;'I don't know about //anything//.'@@
'Oh please. I bet $name would //literally// kiss your ass and be happy about it!'
Cheryl laughs. @@.woman;'Why would you even think of that?!'@@
'Because I bet it's true!'
You look at Cheryl's ass. There are much worse things to kiss...
@@.woman;'Is it true $name?'@@
@@.mc;'Errr...I dunno? I guess?'@@
@@.woman;'You guess? Is my ass not good enough for you?'@@
@@.mc;'Of course not I just...'@@
@@.woman;'Nuh uh. Go on. I want a nice big kiss right on it now!'@@
'Go on $name! Show her how much you like it!'
You hesitate a little, but end up kissing her right cheek. Even enjoying the process.
'See!'
@@.woman;'Alright, you win! $name is a great ass kisser. //My// ass kisser.'@@
'You seem pretty happy about it.'
@@.woman;'It's pretty good to have an ass good enough to kiss, isn't it?!'@@
'Just imagine what else $name would kiss if you wanted him to...'
@@.woman;'Amanda!'@@
<</if>>
[[You move on to massage her legs]]You start on her firm hamstrings.
@@.woman;'Why have you moved on to my legs??'@@
@@.mc;'Do you want me to do your back more? I thought it was enough...'@@
@@.woman;'I'm not talking about my back. If my butt's good enough to kiss it surely is good enough for a massage!'@@
@@.mc;'Oh! Sorry, I didn't think.'@@
<<if $cherylDomme>>
@@.woman;'Well that was silly wasn't it? You don't want to disappoint me by not thinking do you?'@@
@@.mc;'What, no of course I wouldn't...'@@
@@.woman;'Well then, get to work on my butt before I bend you over and get to work on yours!'@@ She has a firm, but mainly teasing tone. You don't want to test whether she really would bend you over and you know what...
<<else>>\
@@.woman;'Well that was silly wasn't it? Go on, show my butt some more love!'@@
<</if>>\
You massage her ass, feeling how its a perfect mix of soft yet firm. <<if $chastityOn>>You feel your cock straining against its cage. You don't know how much more you can survive doing this. As much as you want to keep doing it until the end of time.<<else>>You feel your erect cock straining, you're practically on edge already. Her body is too perfect.<</if>>
@@.woman;'Amanda he is //so// good. You have to let him do this to you as well.'@@
'I think $name may be giving you his best, and if you keep hogging him he'll be too worn out for me!'
@@.woman;'I'm willing to risk that!'@@
You continue to enjoy 'massaging' her butt. At times you feel as though you're simply groping it, but she doesn't seem to complain, pleasurable moans continue from her. Amanda seems happy with the situation, encouraging the both of you. Eventually you massage her legs. After a while Cheryl starts to sit up.
@@.woman;'That. Was. //Amazing//. I feel so relaxed'@@ She throws her arms around you, her bare breasts pressing against your chest. @@.woman;'I'm gonna go wash some of this oil off, you can do Amanda while I'm gone! God I'm going to have to do my best to give you a massage as good as that, but I have some ideas!'@@ She gets off the bed and goes to the bathroom, she doesn't bother to put on her robe.
[[Amanda grins at you]]'Did you enjoy that?'
@@.mc;'Is that a serious question?!'@@
'Hahaha. Guess not! She obviously likes you though, letting you put your hands all over her like that!'
<<if $chastityOn>>
@@.mc;'Yeah likes...I dunno. With the chastity...'@@
'Still! And kissing her ass!'
@@.mc;'Sometimes I feel she doesn't view me. I dunno how to put it. Like there's no risk with me locked so like...it doesn't matter. Not like Brad, you know?'@@
<<else>>\
@@.mc;'It still feels like more of a friend.'@@
'Oh please, //friends// don't kiss her ass like that!'
@@.mc;'But. I dunno, like. The way she talks about Brad. It's different. Like it's not the same.'@@
<</if>>\
'You're different to Brad, duh. You don't need to compare yourself to a guy, so what she sees you differently, like not really a //man//. I've seen her make out with girls before! So it doesn't mean you can't have fun! Or you know, //do more//. Like, yeah. OK. She isn't over Brad. That's an issue.
@@.mc;'Does she...love him?'@@
'God knows. I think she did, for a bit. And then it just all fell down, they both think they cheated on each other. I don't know it all, they were both as bad as each other. But Brad isn't good for her. She just goes back to him because she loves his cock. As dumb as that sounds.'
@@.mc;'She seems to really have a thing for. Uh...size.'@@
<<if $penis lte 4>>
'Oh she totally does. I guess that might be a problem with. //You know//.' She raises her pinky finger.
@@.mc;'I can't do anything about that!'@@ You don't think. You still swear you never used to be. But you can't deny, it is now.
'There are always compromises to be made. I don't know what you could do but there has //got// to be something. I guess you could still be with her and let her sometimes get her needs filled...'
@@.mc;'Well you're trying to help at least.'@@ Get her needs filled? What does that mean?
'I don't know if I can get her over Brad. I'll try! You need to try too!'
@@.mc;'Of course!'@@
<<else>>
'Oh she totally does. But you can work around that, surely. You can compromise.'
@@.mc;'Well you're trying to help at least.'@@
'I don't know if I can get her over Brad. I'll try! You need to try too!'
@@.mc;'Of course!'@@
<</if>>\
'It'll be great if she can get someone she doesn't have to worry about cheating on her. Even if Brad didn't she's still gonna be paranoid. You don't seem like the kind of guy to cheat on someone, do you?'
@@.mc;'No. Cheaters are terrible.'@@
<<if $chastityOn>>
'I guess that's why she's got your dick locked up. No way of you cheating like that!' She laughs. 'There's probably something deep down in her that wants a bit more control, you know? After being with guys like Brad, maybe she really does want something different?'
@@.mc;'Maybe...'@@
'Yeah. Yeah that must be it. I can't see why else she'd be around you. But you know as long as she's having fun and is happy. And doesn't get all paranoid about a guy. Then screw it, why not you?'
@@.mc;'That's one way of looking at it.'@@
<<else>>\
'I gotta say I'm surprised she's hanging with you. But you know as long as she's having fun and is happy. And doesn't get all paranoid about a guy. Then screw it, why not you?'
@@.mc;'That's one way of looking at it.'@@
<</if>>\
'Now, are you gonna massage me or what?' She takes off her robe, exposing her perky breasts. They're smaller than Cheryl's, but still nice. She lies on the bed, her ass seems firmer than Cheryl's, her legs a bit longer. Maybe a bit more athletic, and less of a clasic pin up.
[[You begin to massage her back.]]'And don't worry, you don't have to kiss my ass if you don't want to!' She laughs. Not at you, more with you. As though she thinks the situation is absurd but isn't judging you for it.
You continue for a while. Amanda moans a bit. Cheryl returns and sits next to her, still completely naked.
@@.woman;'Enjoying it?'@@
'He is so good! I thought you were faking those moans! Mmmmmmm.'
@@.woman;'Of course not! I would never.'@@
You work on Amanda's legs. Your arms are getting a bit tired now, you could really do with that massage yourself. Plus you think you're feeling a bit drowsy from all that alcohol earlier. Thankfully Amanda says that's enough.
<<if $cherylDomme>>
@@.woman;'Are you going to show your appreciation $name?'@@
@@.mc;'What?'@@
@@.woman;'Doesn't Amanda's booty deserve a nice kiss as well?'@@
'Cheryl!'
@@.woman;'Don't you want him to show his respect for you??'@@
'Well I don't mind, but you can't just make him!'
@@.woman;'Can't I? Go on $name, don't pretend you wouldn't love to!'@@ She moves behind you and pushes up against you, holding your head and moving it towards Amanda's firm booty. You let her guide you. You give a kiss, Cheryl's hand holds you down for a while, your face pressed against Amanda's ass. After a while she releases you. @@.woman;'You should kiss any pretty girl's ass that asks. It looks so right for you!'@@
'That was kinda fun. I hope you liked it $name!' Of course you did.
[[She also goes to the bathroom to clean up]]
<<else>>
[[She also goes to the bathroom to clean up]]
<</if>>\Cheryl lies back on the bed, hugging you and bringing you close to her. Your head ends up half on her shoulder, half on her breast. @@.woman;'You seem to be getting on well with Amanda! I knew you two would have fun!'@@
@@.mc;'She's really nice actually.'@@
@@.woman;'She really likes you, I can tell! Isn't she pretty too?!'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah. She is.'@@ You're not sure if you should be too glowing about Amanda's looks. Hot as she is.
@@.woman;'I knew you fancied her! I need to be careful she doesn't steal you away from me!'@@ She laughs. Perhaps slightly forced.
@@.mc;'Oh don't be silly, she wouldn't do that.'@@
@@.woman;'You like me more, right?!'@@
@@.mc;'Obviously! You're prettier than her.'@@ Especially after what Amanda said, flattering Cheryl seems like a good idea.
<<if $cherylDomme>>
@@.woman;'OK! Fine. I won't get jealous. You're //my// bitch and nobody elses!'@@
<<else>>
@@.woman;'OK! Fine I guess I won't get jealous. As long as you know you're mine and only mine!'@@
<</if>>\
She holds you tightly against her.
[[Amanda comes back wearing her robe]]She sits on Cheryl's other side.
@@.woman;'I think it's time for $name's reward!'@@ She sits up. @@.woman;'Well, his other reward anyway. Aside from kissing my ass!'@@
'Come on then.'
You take off your robe and lie down, eagerly anticipating two attractive women giving you a massage.
<<if $buttplug>>
You hear a buzzing noise. @@.mc;'What's that?'@@
@@.woman;'It's a massage devide, duh! Trust me, it feels so good. You'll love it.'@@ She applies it to your back, it vibrates against you. It certainly is soothing, but you'd probably rather have Cheryl's hands on you. At least Amanda is rubbing your legs, albeit very gently.
You continue to enjoy the attention. Cheryl gradually moves down your back with the device. She sits on your back and eventually uses it on your ass. @@.woman;'Does that feel good?'@@
It still does. You tell her.
@@.woman;'Would you like something that would feel //even better//?'@@
@@.mc;'Obviously. What do you have in mind?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh. You'll see.'@@ Amanda seems to have stopped massaging your legs. You don't quite know what's going on. @@.woman;'Since you seem to have such an interest in anal toys...'@@ Suddenly you feel a smaller vibrating object press around your anus.
You flinch a little. @@.mc;'Uh. What's happening?!'@@
@@.woman;'Don't worry, this'll feel good. Trust me! Doesn't it feel good already?@@
You don't know if it's the alcohol, or having been massaged and relaxed. But the vibrating does feel good. @@.mc;'Yeah. It really does...'@@
@@.woman;'I saw this online you know. It said every guy should have an orgasm like this. I don't know about that, but I thought for you. You //do// want to cum don't you?'@@
You're still unsure what she's really going to do but you can't say no to that, can you? @@.mc;'Yes!'@@
<<if $cherylDomme>>
@@.woman;'I //knew// it.'@@ You feel the vibrator enter you.
'Oh my God. Cheryl! Have you done this before?!'
@@.woman;'First time!'@@
You can't help but let out some moans as ithits your prostate. You'd heard stuff about that, but had no idea it'd be //this// good.
@@.woman;'You like that? You like getting pleasure from something up your ass don't you babe?'@@
The pleasure is intense. <<if $chastityOn>>Your cock hurts in its cage, but the pain is worth it.<</if>>
@@.woman;'Turn over for me babe.'@@ You do as she asks. Vibrator still shoved up your ass. She sits next to you and takes control of it again, she looks deep into your eyes as she moves it around. @@.woman;'I want you to cum for me babe. Cum from a vibrator up your ass, from being penetrated. Isn't it nice? Being penetrated?'@@
@@.mc;'Y-Yes.'@@ You barely say as you writhe in pleasure.
@@.woman;'I knew you'd love it. See isn't it good when I take control. Don't I know best?'@@
@@.mc;'Of course. Can I cum now, please?'@@
@@.womnan;'Oh you will. I'm sure you will. Just like this.'@@
@@.mc;'Don't you need to unlock me?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh no. That's not what I saw online anyway. Locked up bitches cum with their cage on. I want you to do that for me, will you? Or don't you //want// to cum?'@@
@@.mc;'No! No of course. Anything.'@@ You see Amanda starting at you as though she can't believe what she's seeing.
@@.woman;'There's a good bitch. You're my good bitch aren't you?'@@ She leans towards you and gives you a tender kiss on the lips. She moves the vibrator back and forth slightly, but maintains contact with the prostate. You can feel your balls contracting. But your cock remains soft in its cage. You can't explain the feeling.
You're cumming aren't you?
@@.woman;'Well done! Oh wow. It keeps on coming out. You liked that //a lot// didn't you?'@@
You think cum has stopped dripping out of your cock. After a while you regain your sense realizing what just happened. Where did she read about doing that?! Why was she looking it up? What...what has come over her? And what has happened to you, cumming from a vibrator shoved up your ass. Are you ashamed? Could something that felt that good really be shameful?
While you're regaining composure Cheryl has sat on your chest. @@.woman;'Told you I'd do something special for you didn't I?! I hoped you liked it.'@@ She leans down and gives you a longer, deeper kiss.
@@.mc;'I did. I did. You could have warned me...'@@
@@.woman;'Oh where's the fun in that?! And anyway. I know you wouldn't have said yes. Oh $name, how about I shove a vibrator up your ass so you cum like a bitch?'@@
@@.mc;'You don't have to put it like that...'@@
@@.woman;'Oh I do. I //will//. You'll be begging to cum like a bitch from now on. I can tell. You won't be getting to cum any other way.'@@
@@.mc;'Don't I get to decide, at all?'@@
@@.woman;'Hahaha. Nice joke.'@@ She turns to Amanda. @@.woman;'You've gone a bit quiet Amanda!'@@
'What the fuck was that?'
@@.woman;'$name getting a nice reward, duh.'@@
'Whatever, like, whatever. I'm not gonna judge ok! Just. Wow. You one freaky bitch. Or two freaky bitches, whatever.'
They both laugh.
@@.woman;'Good thing I put this sheet down, you made such a mess $name! Come on let's get you cleaned up.'@@ You both get off the bed and leave Amanda in the bedroom. [[Cheryl grabs you by your cock cage and leads you to the bathroom.]]
<<else>>
She places the vibrator in your hand. @@.woman;'Go on. Trust me it'll feel good.'@@ She guides your hand towards your ass. @@.woman;'Just put it in. I want to see you put it in.'@@
You can't deny a curiosity. You did think about using that buttplug. The tip is pressed against your anus. You push it in all the way, all the way against your prostate.
@@.woman;'You look so good taking that babe. Doesn't it feel great? Do you like being penetrated?'@@
You writhe satisfaction. @@.mc;'Yeah.'@@
She takes your hand, leaving the vibrator inside you. She turns your over and straddles you, her breasts swinging in front of your face. Her lips press against yours and your tongues tangle.
<<if $chastityOn>>
She grinds her pussy over your locked up cock. Letting out groans.
You can feel your balls contracting, the mix of her straddling you and the vibrations against your prostate are putting you right on edge. She continues while occasionally kissing your chest. You feel close but don't seem to be getting ready to cum. You keep right on the edge, incredibly turned on but unable to finish.
@@.mc;'God I need to cum.'@@
@@.woman;'Aren't you enjoying yourself?'@@
@@.mc;'Yes but-'@@
@@.woman;'Then that's ok isn't it?! I don't think you //need// to cum.'@@
@@.mc;'But!'@@
@@.woman;'No!'@@ She moves forward, the key dangling right in front of your face. @@.woman;'I don't think I can even remember where that little key went. Such a shame.'@@ She stays on top of you for a little bit longer. But eventually gets off letting out a contented sigh. @@.woman;'You can take that out now. Unless you want to keep it in of course.'@@
You quickly remove it and turn it off. You're left desperate to cum.
'What the fuck was that?'
@@.woman;'$name getting a nice reward, duh.'@@
'Whatever, like, whatever. I'm not gonna judge ok! Just. Wow. You one freaky bitch.'
They both laugh.
@@.woman;'Now go and get yourself washed up a bit.'@@
You go and get washed in the bathroom. Nothing eventful happens, you just wish you could have got yourself off. [[You go back to her bedroom, wondering what next]]
<<else>>
She grinds her pussy over your cock. Letting out groans.
You can feel your balls contracting, the mix of her straddling you and the vibrations against your prostate are putting you right on edge. She continues while occasionally kissing your chest. You feel right on the edge.
@@.woman;'Are you gonna cum for me babe? Cum for me with a toy up your ass?'@@
@@.mc;'Yes!'@@
@@.woman;'Now? Already? You must love that vibrator.'@@
@@.mc;'Yes, now!'@@
She turns around, shoving her wet pussy in your face. You feel her mouth on your cock. It's too much, your unload your cum down her throat. She takes it all.
<<if $shoppingCum>>
She turns around again, giving you a deep kiss. You taste the familiar saltiness of your own cum, but you don't care anymore. You kiss her and share it, eventually she breaks away from you, leaving you with your mouth full of your own seed.
@@.woman;'Go on babe, swallow it. You know you love it. Don't waste a drop.'@@
You do as you're told. She smiles at you almost innocently.
@@.woman;'There's my good little cumslut. You wouldn't want to just get rid of that would you? I think you should always clean up after yourself. And anyone else.'@@
<<else>>
She sits up smiling and takes the vibrator out of your ass.
<</if>>\
'What the fuck was that?'
@@.woman;'$name getting a nice reward, duh.'@@
'Whatever, like, whatever. I'm not gonna judge ok! Just. Wow. You one freaky bitch.'
They both laugh.
@@.woman;'Now go and get yourself washed up a bit.'@@
You go and get washed in the bathroom. Nothing eventful happens, you just wish you could have got yourself off. [[You go back to her bedroom, wondering what next]]
<</if>>\
<</if>>\
<<elseif $chastityOn>>
Cheryl oils you up and works on your back. Amanda works on your legs. It's all incredibly soothing and Cheryl's breasts occasionally rubbing against you is a nice bonus.
You settle down and just enjoy the stimulation. It seems to go on for a good amount of time, eventually Cheryl gets to your ass which she seems to handly particularly firmly. But it still feels good. Amanda seems to stop after on your legs, not that you blame her and you're happy enough with just Cheryl doing it.
Cheryl reaches through your legs and grabs your caged cock. Your cock pushes against its cage. You can think of one part of you that you'd like her to rub. Eventually she stops.
@@.woman;'There! Nice and relaxed?'@@
@@.mc;'That was really great. Thanks. Thanks Amanda too.'@@
<<if $cherylStronger>>
Cheryl gives your ass a rough smack. @@.woman;'Glad you enjoyed it!'@@
<<else>>
@@.woman;'Glad you enjoyed it!'@@
<</if>>
@@.mc;'You can massage meanytime you want.'@@
@@.woman;'Ha. You'll be lucky, that was a one time thing. Now go and get yourself washed up a bit.'@@
You go and get washed in the bathroom. Nothing eventful happens, you just wish you could have got yourself off. [[You go back to her bedroom, wondering what next]]
<<else>>
Cheryl oils you up and works on your back. Amanda works on your legs. It's all incredibly soothing and Cheryl's breasts occasionally rubbing against you is a nice bonus.
You settle down and just enjoy the stimulation. It seems to go on for a good amount of time, eventually Cheryl gets to your ass which she seems to handly particularly firmly. But it still feels good. Amanda seems to stop after on your legs, not that you blame her and you're happy enough with just Cheryl doing it.
Your cock is hard as a rock pressed against the bed. You feel an oily hand reaching underneath you, playing with your dick. It softly strokes up and down the shaft.
@@.woman;'Standing to attention are we? Would you like a little //help// with that? How about you turn over for me.'@@
She moves down the bed sitting on your right side taking your cock in her hand. Amanda moves, sitting on your left. They lock lips, giving each other a french kiss. Amanda's hand joins Cheryl's on your cock.
<<if $penis lte 4>>
Cheryl leans down to kiss the head of your cock. Amanda does the same, or at least tries to.
They both giggle. @@.woman;'I don't think this can work.'@@
'I think you might be right. I don't know what to do with such a little one!'
@@.woman;'I //think// I can manage on my own.'@@ She takes your cock and jerks you off. You quickly spurt your cum all over your chest.
'Wow! I never knew such a little one could cum so much!'
They both giggle some more. You know they're teasing you, but you did just get a massage and a handjob. It's worth it.
@@.woman;'Enjoy your reward?'@@
@@.mc;'Obviously!'@@
@@.woman;'Go and get yourself washed up a bit.'@@
You go and get washed in the bathroom. Nothing eventful happens, you just wish you could have got yourself off. [[You go back to her bedroom, wondering what next]]
<<else>>
They move their heads towards your cock. Cheryl licks up one side, Amanda the other.
@@.woman;'I think it can just about take both of us.'@@
'//Just//.'
Cheryl sucks on the head of your cock and Amanda works on your balls. You really can't last long. Especially with Cheryl staring right at you. She winks at you. Your balls contract.
@@.mc;'I'm gonna cum!'@@
@@.woman;'Aww already?'@@ She wraps her mouth around your cock as you empty your load. She moves towards Amanda and kisses her again. You can see them exchanging some of your cum. Eventually they stop and swallow.
Cheryl looks at you. @@.woman;'I hope you enjoyed your reward, you lucky boy.'@@
'He damn well better have!' She looks slightly pissed. You don't know if she really wanted to do all that. Was that really for you and Cheryl?
@@.mc;'Of course!'@@
@@.woman;'Go and get yourself washed up a bit.'@@
You go and get washed in the bathroom. Nothing eventful happens, you just wish you could have got yourself off. [[You go back to her bedroom, wondering what next]]
<</if>>
<</if>>She quickly unlocks you in front of the sink.
@@.mc;'I can do it myself.'@@
@@.woman;'What? Oh no no! I need to take care of this thing now, it's mine to look after.'@@ She runs water over it and cleans it, drying you off. @@.woman;'See? Much better if I do it. I wouldn't want you to mistreat it. Was it nice being out?'@@
@@.mc;'It makes a change.'@@
She giggles. @@.woman;'Well that's true. Do you want to be left out for a little bit?'@@
@@.mc;'I-'@@
@@.woman;'Oh don't tell me you thought that I was really asking?'@@ She quickly has you locked back up and gives you a quick smack on your butt. @@.woman;'I think that booty is mine now too.'@@
[[You go back to her bedroom, wondering what next]]You see that the white sheet on the bed seems to have been discarded. It was a bit of a mess.
Cheryl and Amanda sit chatting, both have put on some underwear. They go silent when they see you come back. You see a large purple bag next to Cheryl. You aren't sure if a mysterious new bag next to Cheryl is a good sign...
@@.woman;'Come here $name!'@@
You tentatively sit down next to her.
@@.woman;'Wanna have some fun?!'@@
@@.mc;'Well. Yeah?'@@
@@.woman;'Great! Now just sit there.'@@ She gets up and sits on a chair right in front of you. Amanda has moved to your side and clutches the purple bag.
@@.mc;'What's going on?'@@
@@.woman;'I'm gonna make you pretty! Well. Even //prettier//.'@@
@@.mc;'What...how?'@@
@@.woman;'We're doing a makeover, duh!'@@
[[You see Amanda get out tubs of things, brushes. Things you don't know what they even are.]]Cheryl gets to work on you before you can really respond. Oh it's only makeup, nothing bad will happen because of it.
She explains what she's doing, you don't really follow. Something about foundation, blusher, who knows. You hear her say mascara, you think you know what that is.
@@.woman;'Keep still $name! I don't want to mess this up.'@@
She continues, it doesn't take too long.
@@.woman;'Much better already!'@@ You see a pair of tweezers in her hand.
@@.mc;'What are those for?'@@
@@.woman;'Those eyebrows need to be tamed!'@@
@@.mc;'What? No, what's wrong with them? And tweezers, won't that hurt?!'@@
@@.woman;'Oh every girl puts up with a bit of pain to look good. You're no different, don't be a wimp!'@@ She puts the tweezers towards you and plucks your right eyebrow.
@@.mc;'Ow!'@@
@@.woman;'Oh be quiet. And sit still! God. It's not that bad.'@@ She continues as you grimace through the pain. Fortunately it wasn't as though you had bushy in eyebrows in the first place, so it went quickly. @@.woman;'So much better.'@@ She uses some sort of...pencil? Something about a better color, smoother. Whatever, just sit still and let her do what she wants to.
In addition to that you get some fake eyelashes. @@.woman;'One last thing for your face!'@@ She shows you a tube of lipstick, it looks like it'll be a deep red. She applies it liberally to your lips. @@.woman;'Those look //hot//!'@@
You think she's done. @@.mc;'Are you finished?'@@
@@.woman;'Yeah! Well your pretty face anyway. Wanna see how you look?'@@ She gets a mirror for you to inspect yourself.
At first you barely recognize yourself, your face seems thinner. More of a heart shape, your eyebrows have curved more, they're thinner. Not to mention how your eyelashes flutter. Your cheekbones seem higher? How is that even possible. You can still see your eyes in there. What? How is your jawline softer? Is this all just makeup?! Your face looks like a cute girl, it's only really your hair that takes away from it. [[Still a slightly scruffy mop.]]@@.woman;'Sooo? What do you think?!'@@
@@.mc;'I look. I look like a girl!'@@
@@.woman;'A //pretty// girl!'@@
@@.mc;'Whatever. You've had your fun, are you happy?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh no no. I'm not done. I'm going to make a woman out of you tonight!'@@
'Hahaha no way. His face looks a bit girly. No way you can get him looking anything close to an actual woman!'
@@.woman;'I bet I can!'@@
'It'll be funny to see you try. Sorry $name, I think you'll have to let her at least try!'
@@.woman;'First I need to sort that hair out! Amanda I think I'll need a bit of help with hairspray.'@@ With what seems like a lot of effort, hairspray and hairpins she fixes your hair back. They tell is it's a chin...chig...a chignon? They show you it with two mirrors so you can see the back. It looks like a fancy bun. But at the front again you look transformed. You look like a pretty girl facially. Fairly young, no more than about 20 years old. Now your eyes seem to have got rounder. Your jawline even softer with your hair back.
@@.woman;'Doesn't he...//she// look great Amanda?!'@@
'He. I'm still not saying he looks like a woman. A bit girly. But come on its just a bit of hair and makeup!'
@@.woman;'Well there's plenty more to do!'@@
[[She opens up her wardrobe]]@@.woman;'I picked these out //specially// for you $name!'@@ She holds them behind her back.
@@.mc;'Well go on. Show me.'@@
@@.woman;'Not yet. I want to hear what Amanda thinks. What do you think of $name's body? Is it feminine?'@@
'Not really? Sure for a //guy//. But come on. No breasts, no hourglass. Why are you even asking?'
@@.woman;'Mmhmm //just// what I thought! I have a solution to both of those things!'@@ She reveals what she's holding. That looks like a red corset? And some...plastic round things?
Amanda takes hold of one of the plastic round whatever. 'Is this....what I think? No way! Hahahaha, yeah if you give the poor guy breasts he might look like a girl I guess!'
@@.woman;'Right. I'm gonna need some help, Amanda hold this on his chest while I get the corset done.'@@ Amanda stands in front of you and places them on your chest, holding the front of the corset on top. Cheryl ties the back up. It holds the, what you now think are silicone, breasts in place. But she continues to tighten.
@@.mc;'It's on tight enough!'@@
@@.woman;'No no. We need to get that waist in! Make you look like you've got good girly hips and a tiny waist. Plus your ass will look even better!'@@ She continues until you're almost breathless. You thought you might crack a rib, but nothing damaging seems to have happened. @@.woman;'What do you think now Amanda?!'@@
'Definitely closer! But still no.'
@@.woman;'Guess there's more work to do! I think some nice lacey underwear and then some stockings and a garter belt...//that// should do it!'@@ She guides your legs into some particularly lacey panties with a bow on the back. [[But she stops halfway]]@@.woman;'No! No //of course//. I'm so silly!'@@ She hurriedly exits the bedroom.
@@.mc;'What?'@@ You look at Amanda.
'No idea. Having fun by the way?'
@@.mc;'I. It's ok...'@@
'Uh huh. Still got some pride.'
Cheryl returns holding what looks like...red ribbon. And a marker? @@.woman;'I couldn't just leave the most manly...well. Not //manly//. But you know. Most obvious bit without more of a makeover!'@@
@@.mc;'I don't understand.'@@
@@.woman;'For your cock, silly!'@@
@@.mc;'Ribbon...on my cock?'@@
<<if $pinkChastity>>@@.woman;'A nice little bow will look so good with your little pink cage! It'll just be like you have decoration and nothing else there!'@@<<elseif $chastityOn>>@@.woman;'A nice little bow will look so good with your cage! You'll barely even know you have a cock hiding underneath!'@@<<else>>@@.woman;'Your cock will look sooo pretty with a nice bow on it! Nobody would dare call it manly after that.'@@<</if>>
You sigh. You can't back out of this now. @@.mc;'Fine. Go on.'@@
She works quickly and you end up with a nice red bow on your penis. It does look extra girly. <<if $chastityOn is not true>>She picks up the marker and draws on your cock. Again a little bow. You don't really see the point of that, you think she's just having fun now. She even colors in the head of your cock with the red lipstick. Your member really has been made pretty...<</if>>
@@.woman;'OK that should do it!'@@ You're quickly put into the red panties, garters and stockings. @@.woman;'Oh and one last thing to finish the whole thing off.'@@ She pulls out a pair of red stilletos from her wardrobe. They must be at least 4...no probably 5 inches tall. @@.woman;'You're gonna look sooo hot in these all made up.'@@ [[She slips them on to you and she gets you to stand up.]]You can barely maintain your balance. You think your feet already start to hurt in these.
@@.woman;'Well Amanda. Come on, //surely// now?!'@@
<<if $crossdress + $lips + $hair + $submissive gte 14>>
'OK. OK. Yeah. $name you really do just look like a girl now. A really hot slut of one as well...' She sounds really surprised at how you've been transformed.
@@.woman;'See! Told you. Come on $name, there's a full mirror, you should see for yourself!'@@
You stand in front of the mirror and gaze at your legs, your hips, your waist. Those fake breasts obscure by the corset. And then of course your dolled up face, with its glamorous makeup. You practically look like a pinup. A girl you would've dreamed about before. And yet here you are. This is //you//.
@@.woman;'Hot right?!'@@
@@.mc;'Y-Yeah.'@@ [[You're stunned.][$passEvening to true]]
<<else>>
'Nope. Still not seeing it. $name's still too boyish. Even with all that extra effort.'
@@.woman;'Oh //come on//! After all that?!'@@
'Sorry! It's just obviously not an actual woman! Like, almost. Close but not enough.'
@@.woman;'Oh whatever. Maybe some day.'@@ She stands you in front of a full length mirror. @@.woman;'What do you think $name?'@@
You look yourself up and down. She's definitely transformed a lot of you. But Amanda is right. There's still something boyish. Maybe the shoulder, the thighs, who knows. If you just looked at the neck up you'd think it was a girl. But the rest just isn't there.
You sit back down on the bed [[cuddling with Cheryl|cuddlingwithCheryl]]
<</if>>\@@.woman;'I don't think I can call you $name when you look like that! No we so need a new name for you. Your girl name. What do you think?'@@
@@.mc;'Oh. It's. It's not really something I've considered...'@@
@@.woman;'I always liked Summer as a name. How about that?'@@
@@.mc;'I really don't know.'@@
@@.woman;'Well you can choose! Or we can stick with Summer?'@@
[[You'll stick with Summer. It's OK. You agree and sit back on the bed, cuddling with Cheryl|cuddlingwithCheryl][$name2 to "Summer"]]
[[No, you'll pick. You have an idea actually.]]@@.mc;'No. No actually I'll pick my own. I think I'd like to be called@@<<textbox "$name2" "">>@@.mc;'@@
@@.woman;'Awww. I love that you chose your own name! Such a nice name too! It suits you.'@@
You sit back down on the bed [[cuddling with Cheryl|cuddlingwithCheryl]]You think all three of you are a bit worn out, you relax together. But it's not long until you hear Cheryl's apartment buzzer going.
@@.woman;'Oh why now?! Who the hell is that going to be.'@@ She gets up and leaves the room.
'Hopefully just a wrong apartment or something.'
You both wait a while. Eventually you hear some shouting?
@@.man;'Why are you dressed like that?'@@
You can't hear her response. What's going on?
'Oh no...is that? Oh whyyyy.'
@@.man;'Are you with someone?!'@@
The bedroom door bursts open. It's Brad. Oh no. Not with you dressed like this.
<<if $passEvening>>
He looks at you and Amanda. @@.man;'Oh. Sorry. Sorry girls. I thought. Nevermind me.'@@ He quickly leaves the room.
'Hahahahaahah. Oh my God. Even Brad thinks you look like a girl!'
@@.mc;'Yeah. Cheryl really did a good job...'@@
'Told you Brad was jealous didn't I? God they both need to just move on from each other I swear.'
You hear some more shouting , but eventually [[it goes quiet and Cheryl returns]]
<<else>>
He looks at you and Amanda. @@.man;'Sorry girls. Wait. What the fuck Cheryl? Who is this?'@@ He moves over towards you and grabs you by the shoulders. <<if $cherylbradeve2>>@@.man;'$name? God you little cocksucker. I know what you're doing!'@@ <<else>>@@.man;'Stay away from her, you hear me?'@@ <</if>>
@@.woman;'Brad! Stop it! Let him go!'@@
He squeezes your shoulders tighter. @@.man;'Remember I warned you.'@@ With that he lets you go and leaves the bedroom. You hear some more shouting.
'Told you he was jealous, didn't I?'
Eventually [[it goes quiet and Cheryl returns]]
<</if>><<if $passEvening>>@@.woman;'I'm soooo sorry. Seriously sorry Amanda. Sorry $name2.'@@<<else>> @@.woman;'I'm soooo sorry. Seriously sorry Amanda. Sorry $name.'@@<</if>>
'It's alright. It's Brad. I know what he's like, you should be done with him.'
Cheryl sighs. @@.woman;'I know you say that. And I get it. Oh why does it have to be so difficult.'@@
'It'll be OK Cheryl babe. Really, trust me. It's late, you should rest. I need to go back to mine. Call me tomorrow!'
Amanda gets dressed.
<<if $passEvening>>@@.woman;'$name2, would you stay with me for a little bit?'@@<<else>>@@.woman;'$name, would you stay with me for a little bit?'@@<</if>>
You say yes. Both of you say goodbye to Amanda. [[Leaving Cheryl resting her head on your shoulder]]@@.woman;'I'm sorry about Brad, really. I know he's no good, it probably won't work. But we just connect so well, you know.'@@
You don't know how to feel, should you interfere? Will Amanda be fine doing it on her own? It's best to avoid letting on much. @@.mc;'Don't think about it. Just relax.'@@
@@.woman;'Yeah. That's probably for the best.'@@
Cheryl shuts her eyes and rests on you. You don't want to disturb her so you stay still, even if your corset isn't all that comfortable.
Cheryl's phone starts to ring. She picks it up and looks to see who's calling. @@.woman;'It's Brad!'@@ You can't tell if she's happy, disgusted, excited or a mixture of all three. @@.woman;'Should I speak to him?'@@
[[No. This is your chance, you need to remove Brad.]]
[[She should decide. If she wants Brad, you shouldn't try to stop her.]]@@.mc;'After the way he came in like that? Shouting? Why does he deserve to talk to you now?'@@
@@.woman;'Yeah. Yeah I guess not. Definitely not tonight.'@@
@@.mc;'I think Amanda's right about Brad.'@@
@@.woman;'Yeah she usually is about most stuff. Even if it's often not as fun...'@@ She puts the phone back down. It rings a couple more times but stops thankfully. No more Brad this evening.
[[Both of you are tired and quickly fall asleep next to each other|cherylWake6]]@@.mc;'Speaking over the fine can't hurt? It's your choice.'@@
@@.woman;'OK. Right. Yeah I will.'@@
@@.woman;-Hi.
-No.
-But you did.
-How did you?!
-Fine.
-Whatever. If you have to.
-I know.
-Fine, whatever. If you have to. I guess you're right.
-Yeah. Bye.@@
@@.mc;'Everything alright?'@@
@@.woman;'Who knows? He's coming over again anyway. Said he wants to make it up to me. I guess he just cares about me...I can't be mad at him for that can I? It's kinda sweet.'@@
It's only a couple of minutes until the buzzer goes again. <<if $passEvening>>[[You end up in Cheryl's kitchen with them|brad6Girl]]<<else>>[[You end up in Cheryl's kitchen with them|brad6Guy]]<</if>>You can sense the tension between them. Neither have said much since Cheryl let him in, but they stand facing each other with you next to Cheryl. Brad glances at you.
<<if $cherylbradeve2>>
@@.man;'Does he have to be here? And dressed all...'@@
@@.woman;'There's nothing wrong with how he's dressed! And yes, $name has more right to be here than you ok?'@@
@@.man;'Alright. Sorry. Look, girl. I'm sorry. You know, for everything.'@@
@@.woman;'Everything?'@@
@@.man;'You know. What happened. Today, before. Everything. I miss you.'@@
@@.woman;'Oh. Brad. I don't-'@@
He breaks her off buy kissing her. She doesn't respond at first, but after a while her arms go around his large neck. They break off, both smiling at each other.
@@.man;'How about I try to make it up to you a little, tonight?'@@
@@.woman;'Ooh I think I'd like that.'@@
[[Brad excuses himself to the bathroom]]
<<else>>
@@.man;'I've got to ask. Who is this...guy?'@@
@@.woman;'It's just a friend, don't worry about him. Like I said we were just playing dressup.'@@
@@.man;'Alright. Sorry. Look, girl. I'm sorry. You know, for everything.'@@
@@.woman;'Everything?'@@
@@.man;'You know. What happened. Today, before. Everything. I miss you.'@@
@@.woman;'Oh. Brad. I don't-'@@
He breaks her off buy kissing her. She doesn't respond at first, but after a while her arms go around his large neck. They break off, both smiling at each other.
@@.man;'How about I try to make it up to you a little, tonight?'@@
@@.woman;'Ooh I think I'd like that.'@@
[[Brad excuses himself to the bathroom|brad6Guy2]]
<</if>>@@.woman;'It was definitely right to answer his call.'@@
@@.mc;'Good. I mean as long as you're happy.'@@
@@.woman;'I am! Oh, erm. Where are you going to sleep tonight? You know I was thinking you'd sleep here. But you know, with Brad. You can sleep on the couch again?'@@
Oh. You realize. Brad has come over, of course he'll fuck her now. How does that make you feel? @@.mc;'I don't know. I guess I'll-'@@
Brad returns. Shirtless. His bulging muscles glisten in the light. He takes Cheryl by the hand, smiling. As the exit through the kitchen door Cheryl turns to you @@.woman;'I really don't mind if you sleep on the couch or go home. Your choice!'@@
After they've gone you wait a little bit, then leave the kitchen. As you walk out you see the bedroom door open, Brad finishing undressing with his huge erect cock ready to go. You see Cheryl at the door, she closes it blowing you a kiss and waves goodbye. She shuts the door, but it remains slightly ajar. Did she leave it like that on purpose?
[[Do you take a peek?]]
[[Or do you ignore it?]]You don't really want to her Cheryl's screams as she takes Brad's massive dick. You begin to exit, but then realize your state of dress. There's no way you can go home like this! You can barely walk in these heels anyway. Not to mention the corset and your exposed ass.
You check the bathroom. It's where you changed, your clothes must be there? But no. No clothes there. You check everywhere you can to no avail. They must be in the bedroom. You can't go in there, can you? No you'd probably see Brad going balls deep in Cheryl, or her on her knees with lips wrapped around that thick member. No you wouldn't want that. You start to hear some moans and groans coming from the bedroom.
You're going to have to try to sleep on the couch. You take of your heels and try to loosen the corset. You manage just enough to get comfortable and remove the fake breasts. You drift in and out of sleep for a bit, but the moans, screams and shouts of @@.woman;'BRAD!'@@ make it almost impossible to fall asleep properly.
After a few hours it ends. Finally. You're going to have Cheryl's moans entering your thoughts for days after this. [[You drop off|cherylBradMorning6]]You try to move to the door silently, but it's made much more difficult in your red stilletos. You can hear some moans from the bedroom, hopefully those noises mean they didn't hear you.
You look through the gap in the door. Cheryl is on her knees, lips wrapped around Brad's thick cock. His large hands guides her head up and down his shaft.
@@.man;'Yeah you like that you little slut? You like choking on my cock?'@@
Cheryl splutters, but shows no sign of resistance while looking straight into Brad's eyes. With a harder thrust he buries his cock fully down her throat. You can see her eyes watering. @@.man;'Such a good cock sleeve.'@@ He takes his cock out of her mouth and she gasps for breath. Moving to her side he takes her arm and practically throws up on to the bed. He positions himself behind her and she arches her back, desperate for his cock to enter her.
He gently slides in, stretching open her pussy. But quickly ups the tempo. His hefty, muscles body slamming into her, making her ass jiggle. He gives it a smack. @@.man;'This ass is mine. Don't ever forget it. Isn't that right slut?'@@
Cheryl reponds @@.woman;'Yes Daddy!'@@ inbetween her moans of increasing volume. They switch positions a couple of times, all with Brad on top. Eventually after maybe 20 minutes they end up in doggy again. With Cheryl pointed right at the door. Brad grabs her hair as he rams into her. In doing so, she looks right at the door and locks eye contact with you.
She smiles and makes some louder moans. @@.woman;'God I love your big cock baby!'@@ She continues to look right at you intensely. You can't look away, her moans, the delighted look of pleasure on her face. You love seeing her like this.
<<if $chastityOn is not true>>You can feel your cock leaking a bit of precum into your panties. You can't resist touching yourself a little bit. Fortunately Cheryl won't be able to see you doing it. You take your cock in your hand and stroke. You stroke to Cheryl getting fucked by an alpha male like Brad. With you dressed head to toe in lingerie, almost passing for a woman. This is what turns you on now. You cum in your panties after barely a few strokes, your knees buckling slightly at the sensation of it all.
<<else>>You can feel your cock leaking a bit of precum in your cage. You're desperate to masturbate to this. You want to stroke to Cheryl getting fucked by an alpha male like Brad. With you dressed head to toe in lingerie, almost passing for a woman. This is what turns you on now.
<</if>>\
They continue for a few more minutes. You can see Cheryl start to quiver. She lets out an intense scream, her body shakes, impaled on Brad's dick. You've never seen a girl orgasm like that before. You thought they just faked it like that in porn. Not wanting Brad to see you, you leave the door. [[You should go home]]You begin to exit, but then realize your state of dress. There's no way you can go home like this! You can barely walk in these heels anyway. Not to mention the corset and your exposed ass.
You check the bathroom. It's where you changed, your clothes must be there? But no. No clothes there. You check everywhere you can to no avail. They must be in the bedroom. You can't go in there, can you? You hear more moans coming from there. They're going at it again already? It used to take you at least half an hour to get hard again, even then you didn't really have the stamina for more than one round. No you can't go in there.
You're going to have to try to sleep on the couch. You take of your heels and try to loosen the corset. You manage just enough to get comfortable and remove the fake breasts. You drift in and out of sleep for a bit, but the moans, screams and shouts of @@.woman;'BRAD!'@@ make it almost impossible to fall asleep properly.
After a few hours it ends. Finally. You're going to have the images of Brad screwing Cheryl running through your mind for days, not to mention the sounds of her moans and screams. [[You drop off|cherylBradMorning6]]@@.woman;'It was definitely right to answer his call.'@@
@@.mc;'Good. I mean as long as you're happy.'@@
@@.woman;'I am! Tonight is gonna be so good. I can tell. Don't you think?'@@
@@.mc;'What do you mean?'@@
@@.woman;'The three of us! We had ''so'' much fine last time as well. I think tonight can be even better!'@@
You think back to the last evening with Brad and Cheryl. You don't know if fun is the right word. But you can't help but feel some curiosity. Some desire. Is that why you wanted Cheryl to take his call? @@.mc;'But with what?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh you'll see!'@@
[[You want to go along with it, you think it will be fun]]
<<if $cherylDomme is not true>>
[[No, you don't want to, not after last time]]
<</if>>Brad returns. Shirtless. His bulging muscles glisten in the light. He takes Cheryl by the hand, smiling. They kiss, but Cheryl also grabs your hand bringing you closer to them.
@@.woman;'Ready for some fun guys?'@@
@@.man;'Guys? Him as well?'@@
@@.woman;'Yeah! Why not?'@@
He looks at you and back to her. @@.man;'As long as he stays dressed like that I guess I can forget its a dude. And he doesn't touch me.@@
@@.woman;'I think we can make that work.'@@ She holds you closer as she kisses Brad again. Brad takes her other hand and begins to lead her out of the kitchen, with her leading you.
But you let go of her hand, you don't want this. Not with both of them.
@@.woman;'$name? Do you not want to?'@@
@@.mc;'I'll. No. You two go...@
@@.woman;'Are you sure? I thought you know. All of us.'@@
@@.man;'Babe, he doesn't want to. Forget him.'@@ He pulls Cheryl out of the room as she looks at you with a disappointed expression. @@.woman;'You'll be ok? You can sleep on the couch if you want.'@@ [[She disappears through the door.]]You begin to go home, but then realize your state of dress. There's no way you can go like this! You can barely walk in these heels anyway. Not to mention the corset and your exposed ass.
You check the bathroom. It's where you changed, your clothes must be there? But no. No clothes there. You check everywhere you can to no avail. They must be in the bedroom. You can't go in there, can you? No you'd probably see Brad going balls deep in Cheryl, or her on her knees with lips wrapped around his massive cock. No you wouldn't want that. You start to hear some moans and groans coming from the bedroom.
You're going to have to try to sleep on the couch. You take of your heels and try to loosen the corset. You manage just enough to get comfortable and remove the fake breasts. You drift in and out of sleep for a bit, but the moans, screams and shouts of @@.woman;'BRAD!'@@ make it almost impossible to fall asleep properly.
After a few hours it ends. Finally. You're going to have Cheryl's moans entering your thoughts for days after this. [[You drop off|cherylBradMorning6]]Brad returns. Shirtless. His bulging muscles glisten in the light. He takes Cheryl by the hand, smiling. They kiss, but Cheryl also grabs your hand bringing you closer to them.
@@.woman;'Ready for some fun guys?'@@
@@.man;'Guys? Him as well?'@@
@@.woman;'Yeah! Why not?'@@
He looks at you and back to her. @@.man;'As long as he stays dressed like that I guess I can forget its a dude. And he doesn't touch me.'@@
@@.woman;'I think we can make that work.'@@ She holds you closer as she kisses Brad again. Brad takes her other hand and begins to lead her out of the kitchen, with her leading you. [[You follow along]]Brad turns around and lifts Cheryl up his arms, she lets go of your hand. Her lags wrap around his waist as they kiss while going into her bedroom. You continue to follow.
The continue to kiss, Brad holds her standing still. Cheryl waves her arm out towards you, motioning for you to take her hand. As you do she pulls you in closer towards her and Brad. Eventually he puts her down, she lets go of your hand and almost instantly drops to her knees. She pulls down his pants, revealing a humongous cock. Cheryl smiles and looks at you as she holds it. She maintains eye contact as she sucks on the tip, running her tongue around the head. She takes it out of her mouth and looks to Brad, giggling. Back to you she asks @@.woman;'I look good sucking on a big dick don't I?'@@
You can't deny she does look good, those lips wrapped around that thick dick. She takes it deeper, spitting on it, slurping. Moaning in delight. You can't look away. You wish her lips were around your cock but can't stop yourself getting turned on by the sight. Brad guides her head down his shaft, right as she takes the whole length she chokes a little but seems to cope. She must have practiced this a lot.
You can't stop looking at her as he rams his cock down her throat. She notices and again looks directly at you. You feel some sort of connection you think. Both enjoying the moment of Brad using her like a toy.
[[Brad stops and tells her to get up]]She stands up and kisses you, the taste of Brad's cock left on her lips. She takes you to the bed and gets you to lie down. She climbs on top of you, her ass in the air and kisses you. She strips naked, her breasts hang down, and press against your chest. You're lost on the moment, forgetting even the taste of Brad's penis. You feel her jolt slightly. What's she doing? You can't see anything with her continuing her deep kiss, your tongues playing with each other.
Again, a jolt. She lets out a moan. You hear a load slap. You break your kiss. Wait is...that Brad? He's behind Cheryl. You look round. Oh God he's fucking Cheryl from behind as she was kissing you. He rams his dick into her harder this time. Her breasts way in front of you, her eyes close as she moans louder.
@@.man;'Take my cock you slut.'@@ He smacks her ass again.
@@.woman;'Yes Daddy! Give me your cock!'@@ Her body moves back and forth against yours as he fucks her gradually building up the speed. Her body ends up pressed against yours, Brad pushing her head down. The rhythms of their bodies travel to yours, you can feel the power of his athletic body hitting against her curves.
Her moans turns into screams. @@.woman;'Harder Brad! Oh God I'm close! Oh God!'@@
You feel her shake against you as she lets out an intense final scream. You'd never heard or felt a girl react like this. She collapses on you still shaking a little and moaning in ecstasy. Brad gets off the bed as she hugs you, giving you another kiss. You feel incredibly turned on having seen her orgasm on his cock, but maybe a slight sense of shame. You got off to a guy stretching and fucking Cheryl like you never would be able to. Is this your place now?
@@.woman;'That was amazing. I loved having you see my face.'@@
Brad grabs her and gets her to kneel in front of him again. She turns to you and tells you to get close, down alongside her. [[You don't know what's happening but you can't really resist her.]]She takes his cock to her lips. @@.woman;'Isn't it huge $name? I love big manly cocks like Brad's. Sucking them, and you saw how it made me feel. I want you to see how much I love them. I want to share. Could you hold my hair?'@@ You hold her hair behind her, making it sure it doesn't get in the way while she sucks on his cock.
This time Brad lets her pleasure him how she wants, he must know she's going to do it right. She plays with his large, plum sized balls as she licks up and down his long shaft. She focuses on the head and it doesn't take to long to have him on the edge.
<<if $chastityOn>>
@@.woman;'Wanna see how much Brad cums?'@@
You look at his cock, it must shoot out massive loads.
@@.woman;'A big cock like this one can cover me. But I think I wanna swallow today. This is how I treat cocks like Brad's. They deserve to cum, to have me on my knees. To fuck me. Whereas yours...'@@
She takes his cock back in her mouth.
<</if>>\
@@.man;'I'm cumming babe.'@@ He holds her head still with both hands as he empties his balls into her mouth.
<<if $shoppingCum>>
He lets her go and she turns to you, going in for another kiss. You respond and part your lips, you notice a somewhat familiar but different salty taste. She hold your head and continues to kiss as she transfers Brad's cum to your mouth. There seems to be so much of it, far more than what Cheryl has made you eat of your own. She continues to kiss you, the cum transfering from your mouth to hers. You're not sure if you even care, happy to be sharing an intense moment with her. Eventually she stops, leaving you with a good mouthful of Brad's cum, although not all of it. You see her swallow hers.
@@.woman;'Go on, swallow it!'@@
You do as you're told, gulping it down. She smiles at you, delighted with you doing as she said to. @@.woman;'Such a good boy.'@@
<</if>>\
Brad tells you both he's going to clean up in the bathroom. He gives you a bit of a funny look, [[but it seems like he must have enjoyed himself a little at least.]]Cheryl hugs you and kisses you again. @@.woman;'Wasn't that //fun//?!'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah, uh, I think.'@@ You did enjoy it, you were turned on dressed up as a woman, watching Brad fuck Cheryl. You can't quite believe it. You want it more.
@@.woman;'Oh I know you did. You were desperate, did whatever I said. You got your own private show, you saw what it's like for a real man to fuck a girl like me. I looked hot didn't I?'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah. You really did.'@@
<<if $chastityOn>>
@@.woman;'I loved you watching me. I felt so close to you as Brad used me on top of you. I can't believe I came lying on you with you all locked up.'@@
@@.mc;'Me neither...'@@
@@.woman;'It was fuuun. I don't think you need unlocking ever again. You can just enjoy watching me. It's better to have your little guy kept safe. Let the big men take care of me.'@@ She laughs and smiles at you. You can't detect any malice in the way she delivered the line, she seems to think it's all fun and natural.
Before you can respond Brad returns and lies down next to Cheryl. [[You all fall asleep together|cherylBradCuckold6]]
<<else>>
@@.woman;'I loved you watching me. I felt so close to you as Brad used me on top of you. And I know you were getting so hard in your panties. Your dick inches away from Brad fucking my pussy. You were so good you didn't even try to cum yourself...'@@
@@.mc;'I guess I was too busy...watching.'@@
@@.woman;'Hahaha aww it was funnn. But I do think you could have a reward...'@@
@@.mc;'Oh?'@@
You feel her hand slip into your panties and grasps your erect cock. @@.woman;'You deserve it.'@@ She strokes up and down while also fondling your balls. She kisses your cheek and whispers how cute you look in your attire and how much more fun she thinks the three of you could have together. Of course it doesn't take long until you're emptying your balls into your panties after all the previous excitement.
She removes her hand and licks some of your cum off her finger. @@.woman;'Enjoy that?'@@
You let out a deep breath. @@.mc;'Yes.' Even if you didn't get to fuck her and had to watch, you felt a sort of connection. There was concern from her for your enjoyment, even if it's not a situation you ever really envisaged for yourself you couldn't help but enjoy it. Maybe you want it to all happen again?
Brad returns and lies down next to Cheryl. [[You all fall asleep together|cherylBradCuckold6]]
<</if>>\You can sense the tension between them. Neither have said much since Cheryl let him in, but they stand facing each other with you next to Cheryl. Brad glances at you.
@@.man;'I'm really sorry about earlier girl. I...I just thought...'@@
@@.woman;'Well don't! We're not even together like that anymore!'@@
@@.man;'Babe I know it's just. Well. Didn't we have fun together, c'mon?'@@ He places a hand on her waist.
@@.woman;'Yeah. I know.'@@
@@.man;'I know things aren't right. But we can still have fun, can't we? Don't you want to have fun?'@@
@@.woman;'Sure. I do. You know I can't say no to you...'@@ She looks down at her feet. This is the first time she's seemed vulnerable to you.
Brad moves in to kiss her and she responds eagerly. @@.man;'So I'll stay over tonight?'@@
@@.woman;'If you want.'@@
@@.mc;'What about your pretty friend?'@@ He looks at you. You feel his eyes linger over your body, almost devouring you.
@@.woman;'She can stay too. But you better be gentle, she's shy.'@@ What does she mean by...be gentle?
@@.man;'I'll try.'@@ He kisses her again. @@.man;'I'm just gonna to the bathroom. Freshen up a little.'@@
[[He leaves the kitchen]]Cheryl turns excitedly towards you. @@.woman;'It was definitely right to answer his call!'@@
@@.mc;'Good. I mean as long as you're happy.'@@
@@.woman;'I am! Tonight is gonna be so good. I can tell. Don't you think?'@@
@@.mc;'What do you mean?'@@
@@.woman;'The three of us! Come on trust me, it'll be great.'@@
@@.mc;'But Brad doesn't know. I mean he thinks I'm a girl. Surely, no. And what if I don't...'@@
@@.woman;'He called you pretty! Come on he'll be fine as long as he's getting his dick sucked. And I //bet// you'll enjoy this. Seriously, look at you. Look how good you are as a girl, don't you wanna try at least a little?'@@
@@.mc;'I'm not sure...'@@
<<if $cherylDomme>>
@@.woman;'Well //I// am! Look you're doing this and you're gonna love it. Just trust me, I'll guide you through it. Brad won't do anything bad to you!'@@
@@.mc;'Are you sure? Really?'@@
@@.woman;'Yes! Just relax and go with it!'@@
[[Brad returns, cutting this conversation short|girlAfterKitchen]]
<<else>>\
@@.woman;'Well it's not like you //have// to. It would be really fun I think? You could try something new...'@@
You hear Brad walking back towards the kitchen.
[[You quite like the idea. Who knows what could happen, why not? What's the worst that can happen?|girlAfterKitchen]]
[[No. No no no no. You can't. No. It's too much.|girlAfterKitchen][$kitchenGirlRejected to true]]
<</if>><<if $kitchenGirlRejected>>
Brad enters. Shirtless. His bulging muscles glisten in the light.
@@.woman;'Are you sure $name2?'@@
You nod.
@@.man;'What'd I miss?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh. It's just $name2. She doesn't feel like joining us, that's alright isn't it?'@@
@@.man;'Ahh damn! Yeah alright.'@@ He directs his gaze to you. @@.man;'I would've had a lot of fun with you.'@@ He moves to Cheryl and lifts her up, carrying her through the door.
@@.woman;'You can sleep here if you want, see you tomorrow!'@@ She giggles and her head disappears round the door.
After they've gone you wait a little bit, then leave the kitchen. As you walk out you see the bedroom door open, Brad finishing undressing with his huge erect cock ready to go. You see Cheryl at the door, she closes it blowing you a kiss and waves goodbye. She shuts the door, but it remains slightly ajar. Did she leave it like that on purpose?
[[Do you take a peek?]]
[[Or do you ignore it?]]
<<else>>
Brad enters. Shirtless. His bulging muscles glisten in the light. He smiles at both of you. @@.man;'Ready for some fun?'@@
Cheryl laughs and grabs his and your hand, leading both of you to her bedroom. You notice Brad checking out your ass. He's not thinking...that? No. Oh God.
@@.man;'You know girl, I didn't even get your name, I bet it's cute.'@@
You stutter a little bit. What if he realises from your voice that you aren't. You know.
@@.woman;'She's $name2. She's just shy, aren't you $name2?'@@
@@.man;'Nothing wrong with that. Cute name anyway. You don't have to say a lot anyway.'@@ He winks at you.
[[Cheryl leads you into her bedroom]]
<</if>>While still holding your hand she turns around and kisses Brad. She messes with his belt a little bit. @@.woman;'Maybe $name2 should put her mouth to some use?'@@
@@.man;'That sounds like an excellent idea.'@@ He smiles at you again. Does this mean what you think it does.
Cheryl turns to you. @@.woman;'I'll help you with it a bit, go on. Get on your knees.'@@
You do as she says. Rather more eagerly than you would have guessed, dropping to your knees with Brad's crotch now at your eye level. Cheryl stands next to you and pulls down Brad's pants, his soft cock only a few inches away from your lips. You look at its long shaft, its impressive girth. Its bigger than you ever were hard. You let out a little gasp. You knew Brad was big, but to have it right there...
@@.man;'You alright down there girl?'@@
Cheryl giggles. @@.woman;'I think she's a bit taken by your dick! Go on $name2, touch it a little. Get him hard!'@@
You take it in your hand, even soft your fingers only just fit around it. You stroke up and down. @@.woman;'Good girl! Go on, more!'@@ You look at her, she starts to kiss Brad again. You continue stroking, his cock begins to grow, stiffening, getting even larger. Eventually its full length and size is revealed, the huge head right in front of your lips. You can't help but be shocked and interested to know what it would be like to play with it more.
You can't help but feel less of a man. You really don't measure up do you? This is a real man, right in front of you. Isn't it better that you're kneeling for him? [[Is this the right place for you now?]]@@.woman;'Don't be shy! Go on suck it!'@@
@@.man;'Come on you slut, use your mouth for something.'@@
You do as you're told. Brad just called you a slut and you didn't even react. You put your lips around the large head of his cock like a good girl and take the shaft down your throat. Your jaw is stretched, barely taking in his girth, you can feel the tip at the back of your throat. You don't think you even have half of it in.
@@.woman;'I think she's struggling with you! Guess you haven't had one like this before!'@@ She laughs. @@.woman;'Oh I'll give you some help.'@@ She kneels next to you and takes Brad cock away. @@.woman;'Just watch a little, ok? Copy what I do.'@@ You watch as she sucks on the head of his cock, she runs her tongue around it particularly focusing on the back part of it. A free hand strokes up and down his shaft, from time to time fondling his balls. @@.woman;'You don't have to take all of it in you know. We can practice that another time.'@@ Just to show off she takes Brad's length down her throat, choking a little. It looks as though she's tried it a lot of times.
She holds Brad's cock out for you to take over again. You try to copy what she did, stroking his shaft. Your hand doesn't fit round the girth but you do your best. You suck on the head and run your tongue round. You even hear Brad moaning a little bit. Maybe you don't make a bad cocksucker. You notice cheryl lick up and down the side of the shaft and take Brad's balls in her mouth. [[Brad lets out a much louder moan]]You continue for a while, becoming more relaxed with his massive cock in your mouth. You manage to take a few inches down your throat. Cheryl stops sucking on Brad's balls and takes over from you, maybe a little impatient that you were taking too long to get Brad off. Or maybe she just wanted to have her own fun, she lets you take over again.
<<if $bjControl>>
You feel a hand on the back of your head, forcing you further down Brad's penis. It hits the back of your throat and you choke a little but the hand persists and you manage to take more. You're definitely beyond halfway now. It must be Brad doing it, you look up at him but you see his arms simply hanging down by his side. You look across to Cheryl but see she's moved kneeling a little bit behind you. It's her.
Cheryl is forcing Brad's dick further down your mouth. Cheryl is choking you on a dick.
You can't take anymore, you splutter. Cheryl's hand stops pressing against the back of your head, you manage to free your mouth and take in some deep breaths.
<<else>>
You continue to do your best, gradually growing gaining confidence in your ability to give a blowjob. Especially to such a large penis.<</if>>\
Brad continues to moan, calling both of you dirty names and directing you to particularly focus on his balls. Finally he seems to really be getting close to cumming.
@@.man;'Nearly there girls. Get yourselves ready!'@@
Cheryl looks at you. @@.woman;'I think I better take over! I don't think you're ready for this!'@@ She laughs.
<<if $shoppingCum>>
You kneel next to her and watch her suck Brad's cock as he emptys his balls down her throat, his hands now holding her head in place.
He lets her go and she turns to you, going in for another kiss. You respond and part your lips, you notice a somewhat familiar but different salty taste. She hold your head and continues to kiss as she transfers Brad's cum to your mouth. There seems to be so much of it, far more than what Cheryl has made you eat of your own. She continues to kiss you, the cum transfering from your mouth to hers. You're not sure if you even care, happy to be sharing an intense moment with her. Eventually she stops, leaving you with a good mouthful of Brad's cum, although not all of it. You see her swallow hers.
@@.woman;'Go on, swallow it!'@@
You do as you're told, gulping it down. She smiles at you, delighted with you doing as she said to. @@.woman;'Such a good girl.'@@
@@.man;'Both of you are.'@@
<<else>>
You kneel next to her and watch her suck Brad's cock as he emptys his balls down her throat, his hands now holding her head in place.
He lets her go and she swallows all of his cum.
<</if>>\
@@.woman;'I think us girls ought to go get cleaned up a little!'@@
[[Beginning to realize what you've done, you go to the bathroom]]You both wash your faces and hands quickly, then Cheryl turns excitedly towards you.
@@.woman;'Wasn't that fuun? You took a bit of time to get going with it but like, you so got into it and took to it! You looked cuuute with Brad's dick in your mouth!'@@
You mumble some thanks. Did you really look good like that?
@@.woman;'Did you enjoy it, would you wanna you know do it again? Do more?'@@
[[You did enjoy it. You can't help but have some urges for more.|afterBathSuck5][$suckEnjoyed to true]]
[[You're not gonna say you hated it. You did choose to give it a go but you don't really want that again.|afterBathSuck5]]@@.woman;'Brad's probably gonna want more...'@@
<<if $suckEnjoyed>>
Oh. You kinda figured, but you don't really want, do you?
@@.woman;'Too much, right?'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah. I just, first times and that. I don't even know. This is...'@@
@@.woman;'It'll be fine! Just let me go talk to him and explain a little.'@@
<<else>>
@@.mc;'Well obviously I don't...'@@
@@.woman;'Oh I know I know. You won't have to, I mean even if you'd //liked// it, I didn't think you would want. Anyway, it'll be fine. Just let me go talk to him and explain a little.'@@
<</if>>\
[[You wait a while, might as well stay in here rather than peeking]]You think you hear doors shutting, footsteps and so on.
Cheryl reappears. @@.woman;'He's gone.'@@
@@.mc;'Oh. Was it OK?'@@
She giggles. @@.woman;'Yeah oh I think he was looking forward to fucking you! Or well, you know. What he thought!'@@
@@.mc;'He liked it...?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh come on! What guy doesn't like two //girls// sucking his dick!'@@
@@.mc;'I guess.'@@ That's what it was to him. Just two girls sucking his dick. You're just another slut to him now.
@@.woman;'I'm tiiiired anyway. Come on let's go sleep!'@@
[[You end up in her bedroom and drift off to sleep next to her, still dressed up.|cherylGirlWake6]]<<run UIBar.unstow()>>
You awake from your peaceful, totally normal and in no way mind altering slumber. You check your phone to see the time...oh fuck already that late? You better get up and have a shower.
<<if $marionBlue>>You carefully open your bedroom door to check nobody is there to catch a glimpse of you in your nice, new pink thong.<<if $exhibition gte 2>> //Isn't that a rather exciting thought though?//<</if>>. The coast is clear and you head to the bathroom.
<<else>>You head to the bathroom.<</if>>
You enter the shower for a quick and refreshing wash for your big day, lathering yourself up and enjoying the strong jets of water hitting all the right spots. <<if $waxedLegs>>The water feels wonderful running down your smooth body, maybe you'll keep yourself like this from now on.<</if>>
You look around for some shampoo but can only see a neon pink bottle without markings. You figure it must be it, but you could probably get away with just doing your hair with a bit of water today.
[[Use the pink stuff|shower end day four][$hair to $hair + 1]]
[[Just use some water|shower end day four]]You finish up, wrapping a nice big towel around your body and go back to your room. Fortunately neither Pairs nor Marion are around<<if $waxedLegs>> to see your smooth legs.<<else>>.<</if>>
You enter your bedroom to see a bag placed on the middle of your bed. It has a note from Marion on the top saying that she'd noticed you didn't seem to have a change of clothes and had picked out some for me. The bag contains some fairly plain shirts and pants and even some underwear. Marion seems quite thoughtful and rather observant.
You begin to get dressed.
<<if $cafeBluePanties and $bra and $crossdress gte 4>>You unthinkingly put on a pink thong. You see the bra that Cheryl gave you...do you put it on?
[[It's too tempting. You put it on and get dressed|dayFourDressed][$wearPinkThong to true, $wearBra to true, $crossdress to $crossdress + 2]]
[[No that's still too much, you get dressed without it|dayFourDressed][$wearPinkThong to true]]
<<elseif $cafeBluePanties and $bra>>You see the pink thongs Cheryl gave you and there next to them, that bra. Do you wear the thong? She was awfully keen that you did, you know it'll keep her pleased with you. But that bra. You know she won't mind, but does it not tempt you?
[[No. You don't want either of them on, this is getting too strange|dayFourDressed][$wearPinkThong to false, $pantiesRejected to $pantiesRejected + 1]]
[[You put on just the thong and get dressed|dayFourDressed][$wearPinkThong to true]]
[[Oh it's just too tempting, both it is!|dayFourDressed][$wearPinkThong to true, $wearBra to true, $crossdress to $crossdress + 2]]
<<elseif $cafeBluePanties>>You see the pink thongs Cheryl gave you. Do you wear the thong? She was awfully keen that you did, you know it'll keep her pleased with you, or do you want the familiar embrace of standard male underwear?
[[This is getting too strange, stick with the male underwear|dayFourDressed][$wearPinkThong to false, $pantiesRejected to $pantiesRejected + 1]]
[[You put on a pink thong and get dressed|dayFourDressed][$wearPinkThong to true]]
<<else>>
[[You pick out a smart casual outfit, it ought to do the job|dayFourDressed]]
<</if>>Right then, it's time to get on with your big day.
<<if $cafeBluePanties and $barJob>>
You see your phone vibrate.
[img[images/cherylBarJob.png]]
She attaches directions to the next text. Well that's the job sorted out!
<<if $biancaBarMet is true>>Wait...//Bianca//? Not...Bianca from last night?<</if>>\
[[You grab a quick breakfast and go to the bar.|barIntroduction]]
<<elseif $barJob>>
Cheryl said to go and introduce yourself at the bar to Bianca so you better go do that, you can't accept her help and then not follow through.
<<if $hair gte 1>>
[[Time to go get a job|hairGrowth1]]
<<else>>[[Time to go get a job|barIntroduction]]
<</if>>
<<elseif $carmenMaid>>
Not yet, accept the bar job.
<<elseif $sexShop>>
Not yet, accept the bar job.
<<else>>
Not yet, accept the bar job.
<</if>>You trudge to the bar and stand outside gazing up at the neon pink sign. Are you really going to be working here? You wonder what jobs they have for guys, maybe you'll be a bouncer?
You enter the building. <<if $biancaBarMet>>You see Bianca sitting towards the side of the room, she looks as though she's waiting. She notices you enter.
<<if $biancaSex>>@@.bianca;'Oh it's you! That's a nice surprise, I can't believe you know Cheryl too! When she said a friend needed a job I expected a girl, but this is great too.'@@ She walks over to you and gives you a hug, breasts firmly squeezed against your body.
@@.mc;'Hey, yeah nice to see you again...'@@ You think back to that fairly disappointing performance from you.
@@.bianca;'Oh come on at least pretend to be excited. You're not embarrassed about not lasting are you?'@@
@@.mc;'No I...just. No it'll be fun I suppose.'@@ You crack a smile.
@@.bianca;'See that's more like it. Everyone has their off nights. And anyway some men can't be blessed like //that//. Anyway, you know what you'll be doing here, right?'@@
@@.mc;'Uh I assume barwork or something?'@@
[[Bianca begins to explain your job]]
<<elseif $biancaBad>>@@.bianca;'Oh not //you//.'@@ She says with a look of disgust.
@@.mc;'Hi, uh. Cheryl sent me...'@@
@@.bianca;'God why is Cheryl helping a freak like you. Why did I have to promise I'd help her. You're lucky you know Cheryl or I'd have chucked you out of the door already.'@@
You don't know if you really want to work with her but you can't really discard Cheryl's help. @@.mc;'Can we just be professional?'@@
@@.bianca;'Ha. Oh no you're gonna play by my rules unless you want to get fired.'@@ She stands a few centimeters away from you. @@.bianca;'And believe me, Cheryl won't want to help you out if you get on the wrong side of me pantyboy.'@@
You really don't like where this is going. But you could just play by her rules and hope nothing bad happens. @@.mc;'Will I be working as a barman?'@@
[[Bianca begins to explain your job]]
<<elseif $biancaPanties>>@@.bianca;'Oh //hello//. So you're Cheryl's friend?'@@
@@.mc;'Uh yeah that'd be me. So do I need to do an interview or?'@@
@@.bianca;'Well, normally. But since it's Cheryl asking and we do need someone to help on short notice we'll skip that. I think you'll be //perfect// for this job from what I've already seen.'@@
@@.mc;'Thanks.'@@ You wonder what she really means by that. @@.mc;'What job is it then? Will I be working the bar?'@@
@@.bianca;'Well maybe. But not just yet.'@@
[[Bianca begins to explain your job]]
<<elseif $biancaRace>>@@.bianca;'Hey $name! So you know Cheryl too?! I thought we were gonna be getting another girl on the team but this is great! You haven't brought Marcus along as well have you?'@@
Oh that guy... @@.mc;'No I don't really know him so...'@@
@@.bianca;'Aw well, I guess I can't have everything. I wonder if Cheryl knows him. Probably not, she definitely would have told be about a guy like //that//. I know she'd ''love'' Marcus, but then what girl wouldn't?'@@ She looks at you.
@@.bianca;'$name?'@@
@@.mc;'Uh, yeah?'@@
@@.bianca;'I asked a question...'@@
@@.mc;'Oh I thought it was rhetorical you know?'@@
@@.bianca;'Huh. Well whatever. You agree right?'@@
@@.mc;'With?'@@
@@.bianca;'How Marcus was H O T. And don't pretend other guys don't know, I know you know who the leader of the pack is.'@@
@@.mc;'I mean I guess he was alright looking. He was a pretty big guy.'@@
@@.bianca;'See I know guys can tell! And yeah, //so// ''big''. I mean I had heard all the rumours about guys like Marcus but you have to see it to believe it.'@@
A slightly awkward silence breaks out between you as she seems to realize what she said. Maybe she's actually a bit more bashful when she hasn't had a few more drinks.
@@.mc;'So...back to the job?'@@
[[Bianca begins to explain your job]]
<<else>>
You approach her. @@.bianca;'Hi, $name isn't it? From last night? You know Cheryl as well?'@@
@@.mc;'Hi yeah that'd be me, here for the job.'@@
@@.bianca;'Great! Right on time too. Did Cheryl tell you much about the job?'@@
@@.mc;'Not really no. I guess I'll be a barman?'@@
[[Bianca begins to explain your job]]
<</if>>\
<<else>> You approach her. @@.bianca;'Hi, $name isn't it? Cheryl's friend?'@@
@@.mc;'Hi yeah that'd be me, here for the job.'@@
@@.bianca;'Great! Right on time too. Did Cheryl tell you much about the job?'@@
@@.mc;'Not really no. I guess I'll be a barman?'@@
[[Bianca begins to explain your job]]
<</if>>\@@.bianca;'Well to start off with you'll be doing most of the grunt work really. There are basically like four jobs we have here. Backroom stuff, bar work, waitress and stripper. Some girls do a bit of all of them. But we'll probably just leave you with the backroom stuff, especially as you're the new one.'@@ She looks you up and down. @@.bianca;'<<if $biancaBad>>Although who knows, maybe a weirdo like you is dying to be a stripper, wearing slutty lingerie<<elseif $biancaPanties>>Althought if you're lucky enough maybe you'll be allowed to play a little dressup and work behind the bar. You're gonna need some other attributes to be a stripper though<<else>>I doubt you're really //suited// to working in the other jobs. They require a bit more of a feminine touch<</if>>.'@@
@@.mc;'I think I can deal with that. A job is a job...anything else?'@@
@@.bianca;'Ummm. Oh well there's dress code. Backroom is just business casual, just keep it smart. Bar staff we give crop tops but you can dress in things a bit more revealing if you want those extra tips! Some girls end up wearing their stripper outfits. Waitresses we give a crop top, hot pants and heels but again are allowed to wear almost whatever they like as long as it's hot! Strippers well, kinda obvious isn't it? It's basically just lingerie or some sort of fetish or roleplay thing. Like a sexy nurse or cheerleader.<<if $biancaBad>> You'd probably get off on doing some of that I bet.<<elseif $biancaPanties>> I'm sure you have plenty of your own ideas for some of these things.<</if>>'@@
@@.mc;'Ok. Is that all?'@@
@@.bianca;'Well there's some more stuff to your job I guess. You'll be restocking the bar when we run out of stuff and everything else. You'll have to make sure the toilets are kept clean, oh and you'll have to help out the strippers before they go on probably. They sometimes need a bit of help getting into things. Nothing is that difficult anyway. We get Sundays off and usually there's a rota for getting one more free day each week. Since you're new you'll get last pick this week and probably end up with a Tuesday or Thursday. Your shift will start at 8 and usually finish at 1am but sometimes it'll be early, if the clients are right we go as long as we're making good money. Alright that's gotta be everything, make sure you're on time this evening.'@@
You say goodbye. You're happy you have a job but are uncertain as to what it may eventually lead to. At least you'll be surrounded by scantily clad women, what could go wrong with that?
[[You decide to head back home]]<<if $parisCuck>>You open the front door, take off your shoes and make your way into the house. There's some sort of noise coming from the living room. Is that grunting? What's going on?
You open the door slowly as someone [[lets out a scream]]
<<else>>
You arrive to what seems to be an empty house which means you can have a bit of a relax and sort a few things out free from the eyes or demands of anyone else. You decide to tidy up a little bit.
Eventually you're unsure what else to do.
[[You go to your bedroom]]
<</if>>[img[images/parisVoy.gif]]
You stand there slightly shocked to see Paris bouncing up and down on Mike's dick. You knew that stuff like this had been mentioned but you're transfixed by it.
Paris notices and looks directly at you without even a momentary pause, continuing to let out moans of pleasure. She grabs her breasts and licks her lips.
Part of you wants to close the door but you can't bring yourself to break eye contact, as though there's a shared acceptance and agreement. As though this was what was meant to happen all along.
@@.paris;'It looks like we have an admirer Mike'@@
[[She gestures towards you]]Mike looks at you and grins, but his interest quickly returns to the woman on his lap. Paris still hasn't look away from you, it almost seems as though she's more interested in you peeping on her than the cock inside her pussy.
@@.paris;'Enjoying the show?'@@
Her breasts bounce up and down and she almost seems to be posing for you, grabbing her hair and pushing out her chest. You can't deny that it's an attractive sight. Your engorged manhood seems to concur. You begin to stammer a reply.
@@.paris;'Don't be shy $name.'@@ She continues to groan, unable to talk for too long. @@.paris;'Don't I look hot getting fucked by a stud like Mike?'@@
@@.mc;'God yes.'@@ You blurt out. Surprised by your own enthusiasm.
@@.paris;'Come closer.'@@ She asks, almost demands.
[[You move closer]]You end up a couple of metres away from the edge of the sofa as they pick up the pace but Paris stops and gets off Mike. She gets on to the sofa, presenting herself doggy style while directly facing you. Mike gets behind her and continues.
@@.paris;'His cock is so good.'@@ You can hear Mike's balls slapping in to her. @@.paris;'Does watching me make you hard?'@@
Your penis strains against <<if $wearPinkThong>>your little pink thong. Imagine if Paris knew what you had on underneath.<<else>>your underwear.<</if>> @@.mc;'Yeah.'@@ You admit with a slight air of embarassment.
Both of them sound as though they're coming close to a climax. Paris finally takes her eyes away from you, overcome by the feelings of Mike's powerful thrusts bringing her to orgasm. He pulls out and tells her to get on her knees, taking his massive cock into his hand and blowing his load all over Paris's face. She looks up at him and smiles and then once [[again to you.]]@@.paris;'His cum looks so good on me doesn't it?'@@ She gets up and moves a bit closer to you. @@.paris;'He has such a big, heavy load.'@@
You can't deny it...you've never seen so much cum on a woman's face. It's plastered on like something out of porn. Seeing Paris and Mike was like your own real life porn video...
@@.paris;'Could you cover me in cum like this?'@@
@@.mc;'I mean uh, maybe...'@@
@@.paris;'That's a no then.'@@ She moves closer, her face inches away from yours. You can smell then cum on her. @@.paris;'It's Ok. Some men aren't meant to do what Mike does. It was fun having you watch. I like showing off and it's not like you're going to see me like this any other way. Could you possibly fetch me a tissue before this dries on me?'@@ She licks her lips.
[[You get a couple of tissues]]@@.paris;'There's a good boy, see you have some uses. Now could you help me wipe it off?'@@ She waits expectantly.
You use the tissues to wipe Mike's thick ropes of cum off her face and even a litle on her breasts. You can feel some of it through the tissues.
Paris smirks at you. @@.paris;'Very useful indeed. I'm going to go freshen up, I'll leave you to enjoy...those.'@@ She struts off to the bathroom, leaving you watching her swaying backside.
[[You go to your bedroom][$cuck to $cuck+ 1, $cum to $cum + 1, $cumCleaner to true]]<<if $barJob>>You decide to search through the bag Maroin left you to see what clothes you can wear for work this evening. Fortunately there are some plain black pants and a white shirt. That ought to be fine.
You feel your phone buzz in your pocket. It's a text from Cheryl.
[img[images/cherylJobResult.png][Better go to the café]]
<<else>>
<</if>>Once again you go to the café, you're quite enjoying going and seeing Cheryl each day. It's a nice routine to be in. You open the door and see Cheryl relaxing in a chair with her legs crossed, tantalisingly exposing some thigh. The place seems to be empty, you suppose it's too late for the breakfast rush and too early for lunch traffic.
She sees you approach. @@.woman;'Hiii!'@@ She excitedly jumps up and gives you a hug. Her breasts pressed firmly against you. She pulls away slightly. @@.woman;'Soooo?! How did it go?'@@
@@.mc;'Good I guess. I start working there tonight!'@@
Cheryl claps excitedly with a huge smile on her face. @@.woman;'Great! I'm sooo glad I could help you out.'@@ She does genuinely look ecstatic at the situation. @@.woman;'I expect some free drinks out of this!'@@
@@.mc;'Uh well I don't know if I'll be able to...'@@ You explain how you're just doing the grunt work and the other jobs may have certain wardrobe and gender //problems//.
<<if $cafeBluePanties>>
@@.woman;'You could be a pretty cute waitress!'@@
@@.mc;'Wait//ress//?!'@@
@@.woman;'Or a sexy barmaid! Or even a //str-//'@@
@@.mc;'Oh no no. Don't even joke about //that//'@@
@@.woman;'Ha, yeah I doubt you have the moves for that. Or the boobs.@@<<if $bra>> @@.woman;'Speaking of! Are you wearing the right support today??'@@<</if>>
<<if $wearBra>>She feels your chest. @@.woman;'Hahaha, oh //yes//.'@@
You feel yourself blushing. Are you really in a bra? For what reason really?
@@.woman;'Bathroom inspection time!'@@<<else>>She feels your chest. @@.woman;'Aww, I guess I did say you didn't //have// to. I want to see the rest though, let's go to the bathroom again! I do hope you're in your panties!'@@<</if>>
Cheryl snaps her fingers at you. @@.woman;'Go and wait for me in the little girls room ok?'@@
[[You go to the women's bathroom|inspectDayFour]]
<<else>>
@@.woman;'Typical! I guess the manager just wants a load of hot girls at the front to attract customers. You should totally be allowed to work as a barman or waiter!'@@
@@.mc;'Well work is work I guess. It's better than nothing.'@@
@@.woman;'Still I might come and check out how you're getting on with it, the bar is pretty nice.'@@
You chat a bit more but eventually you figure it's time to go back home.
[[You say goodbye|afterCafe4]]
<</if>>You don't even hesitate to enter, it's now perfectly normal...maybe even //natural// to enter the women's.
You wait for Cheryl in the bathroom, she seems to be taking a while. You wonder what's taking her so long as you waste some time sorting out your hair in the mirror.
<<if $lips gte 2>>You run your tongue over your lips. They have got to be fuller than they were? Maybe you're just noticing them more since Cheryl pointed them out? They're hardly a feature you ever thought about, more concerned with your jawline as a man. Having nice lips is a woman's thing, right?<</if>>
<<if $hair gte 1>>You smooth your hair out. It does seem to have grown a lot, but maybe you've just been too focused on all these other things, sorting your life out. Maybe you're just seeing yourself more clearly now?<</if>>
Maybe Cheryl is preparing a special surprise for you? You wonder if playing along with this stuff has paid off. You could do with a blowjob. Even a nice flash of her tits. <<if $crossdress gte 5>>It has been super fun playing with Cheryl though! Like it's so much better like this.<</if>>
[[She finally enters the bathroom]]<<if $barJob>>As you enter you hear a voice call out. @@.marion;'Hello? Paris?'@@
@@.mc;'No, it's $name'@@
Marion comes out from the kitchen. @@.marion;'Oh hi $name, how are you? You went out quite early this morning didn't you?'@@
@@.mc;'I'm pretty good thanks. Yeah I had that job interview thing so had to be out early.'@@
@@.marion;'Oh yeah, how'd that go?'@@
@@.mc;'Well I got it, so not bad'@@ You laugh.
@@.marion;'Great! Where are you working?'@@
@@.mc;'Oh it's at Desire.'@@
<<if $cherylbradeve2>>@@.marion;'Ohh I know that place! You must be the only guy who's working there.'<<else>>@@.marion;'Oh wow! Paris and I should go more often then, you must be the only guy at that place!'<</if>>
@@.mc;'Haha yeah I know it doesn't seem really set up for male employees. I'm just doing the grunt work out back. Speaking of work, shouldn't you be at the errr...your shop right now?'@@
@@.marion;'You mean the sex shop? Was that the word you were looking for?'@@ She smirks at you.
@@.mc;'Yeah, that'll do.'@@
@@.marion;'Well I would be selling dildos and whips if I could right now but early afternoons don't tend to be the most profitable. We basically just open up for mornings and then late afternoon into evening. I was going to do some tidying around the house and since you're here you can help. If you'd like.@@
You don't really have anything else to do right now and you [[did sign that contract]]
<<else>>
<</if>>@@.woman;'Sorry that took wayy longer than I thought! Sooo come on I want to see how you're looking after all my effort!'@@
She helps you remove your shirt first. @@.woman;'Mmm still nice and smooth!'@@ <<if $wearBra>>She feels the straps of your bra. @@.woman;'So cute! It's like when a girl gets her first bra but her breasts aren't quite ready! Adorable. Don't worry though, we'll fix this problem somehow.'@@<</if>>
She gets on her knees and pulls your pants down. If only you had the balls to grab her head and get a blowjob. Maybe she's testing you?
<<if $wearPinkThong>>
<<if $wearBra>>@@.woman;'And your matching thong! Such a good boy.'@@<<else>>@@.woman;'Oh that's a relief! I knew you were a good boy really, you like your thong.'@@<</if>>
She takes your cock between her fingers. Oh maybe this is going to be a //reward//.
@@.woman;'And such a well behaved one too! You really are getting used to this!'@@ She gives it a playful but not particularly soft flick. She rubs your thighs a little and reaches around to grope your backside. @@.woman;'It's all so lovely and soft and squishy! I think you've earned a reward later!'@@
Oh man maybe?! @@.mc;'What sort of reward?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh you'll see.'@@ She points are your cock. @@.woman;'But I think he'll be //very// happy and looked after.'@@
Your can't help but feel a rush of excitement, and also a rush of another kind. Your penis stands to attention.
@@.woman;'Hahaha oh //down boy//. We'll get to you later. Anyway!'@@ She digs into her handbag and ends up brandishing what looks like nail polish. @@.woman;'Ok so like hear me out. I mean your legs are so nice now and with your thong it's a good start. But like some nail polish for your toes to match your panties and add a bit of fun to your feet as they're kinda boring and it's not like anyone will see...'@@ She looks at you expectantly.
<<if $crossdress gte 5>>You know it'll look so good with your thong, matching and so cute!<<else>>You guess at least nobody will see, and that reward is still on the table don't want to risk it not happening.<</if>>
[[Cheryl starts painting your toes][$pinkToes to true]]
<<else>>
@@.woman;'//''WHAT?!''// Oh $name! I thought you liked your thongs?! I gave you those specially!'@@
@@.mc;'I just wanted something a bit more comfortable today.'@@
<<if $cherylStronger and $chastity gte 2>>
@@.woman;'Oh please thongs fit you great.@@<<if $penis lte 4>> @@.woman;I didn't really think about it but look at you, it's not like you're filling out your underwear now is it, thongs are probably a better fit for someone of your //size//.'@@<<else>>@@.woman;'@@<</if>>
@@.mc;'What no I'm not-'@@
@@.woman;'Not to mention how good your backside is in them. No I'm not having this $name, you really just have to wear them.'@@
@@.mc;'But it's my choice...'@@
@@.woman;'Well yes of course sweetie. But that doesn't mean I can help you realize what choice is actually best for you now does it?'@@
[[You guess that sounds sort of reasonable.][$noPanties to $noPanties + 1]]
<<else>>@@.woman;'Do you...not like them?'@@ She looks disappointed.
@@.mc;'No no I mean it's just one day...'@@
@@.woman;'What about the shaving?'@@
@@.mc;'That's ok I guess.'@@
@@.woman;'You guess?? But it was so much fun and you're so cute like that!'@@
@@.mc;'Ok I mean yeah. You're right'@@
@@.woman;'I had such a nice gift for you as well. But whatever. I don't want to give it to you now.'@@
@@.mc;'Oh what gift?'@@
@@.woman;'Just a fun thing I thought you'd like but forget it, I'm going to go back to work. Maybe you'll get it tomorrow if you realize you like my other gifts...'@@ She exits to bathroom and goes back to work.
[[You make your way back home|afterCafe4][$noPanties to $noPanties+ 1]]
<</if>>
<</if>>She slips off your shoes and gets to work, quickly adding a rather thick coat of bright pink polish. @@.woman;'I'm going to make sure this lasts a decent amount of time for you so you don't have to worry about it.'@@
She then adds another clear layer of what she says is fast drying polish that should also protect it better too. Isn't she nice and caring?
@@.woman;'Perfect! Your feet look almost as nice as mine now, perfect for a peep-toe!'@@
@@.mc;'What no I'm not going to have people see...'@@
@@.woman;'Oh! I was just thinking of you trying on some heels at my place you know? But if you bring it up. Well. //That// could be ''fun''!'@@
@@.mc;'No I mean. Forget it.'@@
@@.woman;'Haha oh it's just a bit of fun $name.@@<<if $ass gte 2>>@@.woman;With an ass like that you should really be flaunting it with some killer heels! I swear it seems to get rounder and perkier everytime I see it. I'm starting to really get jealous!@@<</if>>@@.woman;'@@
<<if $chastity gte 2>>[[She stands back and looks at your body]]
<<else>>[[She stands back and looks at your body|She stands back and looks at your bodyA]]
<</if>>@@.woman;'You're really coming along! It's so great getting to shape such a cutie like you. And I know you enjoy it.'@@
She does seem to be enjoying it and you guess it's alright, especially with her having fun.
@@.woman;'I did have another idea but I don't know...not today. I don't know if it's right for you'@@
You wonder what she really had in mind but don't press it further, you seem to trust her enough. You end up getting dressed and after a bit of a chat [[heading back home.|afterCafe4]]@@.woman;'You're really coming along! It's so great getting to shape such a cutie like you. And I know you enjoy it.'@@ She reaches into her handbag again retrieving an opaque plastic bag. @@.woman;'Since you're such a darling I bought something special for you! Care to hazard a guess as to what it might be?'@@
The bag is just black, medium size. You don't know. You suppose this is your reward, so much for that blowjob idea.
@@.woman;'Come on $name. I'll give you a clue then. Let's just say Marion's place of work was //very// enlightening.'@@
@@.mc;'You went to the sex shop?!'@@
@@.woman;'It was so much fun! Soo much stuff I had no idea even existed. So much weird stuff that I sort of want to forget about but still, Marion was great at showing me round too. Are you going to have a guess?'@@
@@.mc;'I don't know. Some sort of clothing? Lingerie? I've never been in a sex shop...'@@ She's going to do something kinky for you isn't she?!
@@.woman;'Aww, well. I //suppose// it's sort of clothing kinda. Not lingerie, it's not for women!'@@
Is she going to stop getting you into girly things? That could be a relief. Or not. You still don't know.
@@.woman;'OK one final clue.'@@ [[She takes a small key out of the bag]]@@.woman;'Still no idea? Well I didn't really know what it was before earlier today so I guess we're both really sheltered.'@@ She takes something else from the bag. A clear tube or something? <img src="images/chast.jpg" alt="Tube" style="width:35%;float:right;margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px" class="white-border">
@@.woman;'Have you seen one of these before?'@@
@@.mc;'I, uh...no?'@@
@@.woman;'Wellll. You know how your little guy is a bit of a problem sometimes?'@@
@@.mc;'I mean I know you've said it being hard doesn't suit panties and whatever...'@@
@@.woman;'Exactly! It's just not right. This will solve that! You don't need to worry about getting hard or being uncomfortable in a thong. I think it's great.'@@
@@.mc;'I still what. How? What is it?'@@
@@.woman;'It's called a chastity cage apparently. Personally I'd rather call it an erection helper but //whatever//.'@@
@@.mc;'A //cage//? I don't like the sound of it.'@@
@@.woman;'Well I mean I guess it's because of the key. But I mean it's not like I'm going to keep the key, you'll get it. I mean I know you'll use it right for me, it's a gift afterall.'@@
[[She moves closer to you holding the chastity cage]]@@.mc;'Oh right. I guess. Since it's a gift.'@@ Not exactly the gift you were hoping for. But it couldn't hurt to just let her put in on you, for now. No?
@@.woman;'i mean only when you're in panties anyway. I bet you'll wonder how you ever wore them //without// one. I guess you could wear it without panties if you wanted though, it's your choice!'@@
She puts the cage over your cock. <<if $penis lte 4>>@@.woman;'Aww. Maybe I got the wrong size? I hadn't noticed you were ummm. You know. Petite?'@@
You look down. The cage fits over your penis fine but rather too easily. There's quite a lot of room to spare...but petite? You're sure you're in the region of average, you measured it enough times as a teenager...
Cheryl fiddles with the cage a bit more. @@.woman;'It's pretty cute actually! Way more pleasant than some of guys I've had, they'd look //terrible// in that thong and this cage would have absolutely no chance of fitting them. You're really lucky that you're nice and compact.'@@<<set $smallCage to true>><</if>>
She finishes fiddling and you hear a click. She gives it a tap and pull your panties over the top of it, grinning cheekily. @@.woman;'See isn't that great. It's almost like it's not even there!'@@
[[She gives you the key][$chastityOn to true, $chastised to true]]@@.woman;'Here you go. I'm sure you agree with me but just in case and I mean well I don't want you to feel as though I'm really //forcing// you to do anything. I'm not sure if I can quite believe it all myself!'@@
@@.mc;'I...yeah not forced. It is new to me but ok I mean I guess you're right about it.'@@
Cheryl puts her arms around your neck and plants a big kiss on your cheek. @@.woman;'See I knew we were thinking the same things. I feel silly for even thinking I really needed to ask! Come on let's go back out of here, I hope there aren't customers waiting.'@@
You exit the bathroom and put the key in your pocket. You chat with Cheryl a bit more about nothing in particular, you get on better each time you see each other it seems.
The chastity device feels odd but not overly restrictive. It almost puts you at ease around such an attractive woman like Cheryl, you don't need to worry about getting an awkard erection. You now fit snugly into your pink thong. However, you still can't help glancing fairly regularly at her cleavage which she notices.
@@.woman;'Haha $name, still taking a look at these?'@@ She squeezes her breasts together in a flirty manner. @@.woman;'I suppose I don't really need to worry about turning you on do I? I swear I've never touched a guy's cock so much without at least giving him a blowjob! I can't imagine what some guys would have done to me in your shoes. But you're so different. I can be natural around you in whatever situation! We could cuddle nake in bed and I wouldn't have to worry about you getting the wrong idea.'@@ She pulls her top down further exposing her cleavage. @@.woman;'See I feel fine even doing that! I mean I know it's not like you //aren't// going to have a look and it's not like I don't like being looked at. And now you have //that// on. It's the best of both worlds, look at my boobs all you want!'@@
You uh don't really know what to say. I mean you don't get many women saying they actively want you checking them out. But then not many women have locked your cock up.
You eventually realize you should probably head back home [[after you spend a while engrossed in Cheryl's generous cleavage|afterCafe4]]@@.woman;'I mean look in the mirror at your backside now in those. It just hides the damn thing.'@@ She pulls your underwear. @@.woman;'See just //look// at this.'@@ She grabs a handful of your left cheek and squeezes. <<if $ass gte 2>>@@.woman;'I swear it seems bigger and juicier everytime I see i!'@@<</if>>
@@.mc;'I guess it is kinda nice...'@@
@@.woman;'//Exactly//. It can't be hidden by boring man briefs. Give it a shake, go on learn to flaunt it!'@@
@@.mc;'Shake it? Why?!'@@
@@.woman;'Because I said to! Come on don't get me to force you.'@@ She gives you a slightly rough tap.
@@.mc;'OK OK.'@@ You don't want her to get mad, it's only a quick shake. You wiggle your hips a little.
@@.woman;'Oh come on $name, I'm not asking you to twerk here!@@ She gives you a firmer tap. @@.woman;'I want a good shake! I want to see it jiggle! Have a look in the mirror are you do it too.'@@
You give a firm shake. You see your ass jiggle around, bouncing slightly enticingly.
@@.woman;'That's more like it. See doesn't it look //good//. It would look //even better// in a nice thong, it needs to be as free as possible.'@@
@@.mc;'I guess it should...'@@
[[You look at Cheryl]]@@.woman;'Better. Still, you do need a bit of tough love. I know you'll be way happier and better like this. Keep that in mind, alright? I mean //God// could you imagine a girl with a butt like that hiding it in boxers?? It's just not right.'@@ Cheryl plays with your ass some more. You do quite like having it jiggling...you wonder what it'd be like if it was larger.
Cheryl gives it a much harder smack and stops. @@.woman;'That'll do.'@@
@@.mc;'So uh...I'll wear thongs. Is that it?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh please you're not just getting away with a bit of ass shaking, only men fall for that.'@@
@@.mc;'It's not going to be a spanking is it?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh no no. I think you'd like that too much!@@<<if $spankedBrad>> @@.woman;It sure seemed that way with Brad anyway. I know I can't live up to his hands.@@<</if>>@@.woman;'@@ She pulls a bag out of her purse. @@.woman;'You know how you were having a bit of a problem with your little guy in panties?'@@
@@.mc;'Erm it being a bit tight?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh I don't know about //that//. But I mean when you were getting a bit well...//stiff//. I think I have a solution!'@@
@@.mc;'How?'@@
@@.woman;'Well I had a lovely chat with Marion in the sex shop. Really she is an encyclopedia of knowledge on sex toys and she got talking about this...device. Don't worry I didn't mention you, she just showed me stuff in the shop. Anyway, I thought it seemed //perfect//.'@@ She grabs your cock and balls, holding them firmly but not painfully. @@.woman;'Do you want to give it a try?'@@
@@.mc;'Erm, what if I say no?'@@
You feel her hand tighten. This could get very painful. @@.woman;'I know you wouldn't say no.'@@ She smiles sweetly but menacingly at you. @@.woman;'Would you?'@@
@@.mc;'N-no, of course not.'@@
She takes something out of her bag and places your penis inside of it. You can't quite make out what it is.
@@.woman;'This is called a chastity cage apparently. But I think erection helper sounds nicer.'@@
@@.mc;'So this goes on my cock?'@@
<<if $penis lte 4>>She fiddles around a bit. @@.woman;'Well it's supposed to. I don't know there seems to be a lot of space in it. I didn't think you were so...small? I mean I knew you were obviously small compared to //Brad//. But this?'@@ She lets out a giggle. @@.woman;'I mean I think my pinky is bigger. Maybe you need a smaller one.'@@
@@.mc;'It's not that small...'@@
@@.woman;'Oh honey. Trust me, it's petite. I mean it's cute, I think I quite like it. It looks nice you know, //great// for your thongs. A big, girthy dick couldn't be kept in panties.'@@<<set $smallCage to true>> <</if>>She seems to stop fiddling and you hear a loud click.
@@.mc;'What was that?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh I was just locking it up'@@
@@.mc;'//Locking// it?!'@@
@@.woman;'Well yeah, I guess that's why it's called a cage you know?'@@
[[You look down at your enclosed cock][$chastityOn to true, $underLock to true, $noKey to true]]@@.mc;'So what there's a...key?'@@
Cheryl opens her hand showing a small key. @@.woman;'Yep, I mean it's easy enough to unlock it. It wouldn't really keep on without it I don't think.'@@
@@.mc;'Oh. OK. So I'll take the key then...'@@
@@.woman;'I don't think that will be happening $name.'@@
@@.mc;'What?? But how will I take it off when I need to do...stuff.'@@
@@.woman;'Oh don't worry it's designed so it doesn't affect going to the bathroom.'@@
That wasn't quite what you meant but you're not sure how to make it more obvious.
@@.woman;'I was going to give it all to you earlier you know. But how can I trust you with it after your behaviour? I have to take control of the situation.'@@
@@.mc;'I promise I won't do it again.'@@
@@.woman;'I want to trust you I really do. We'll see, maybe if you behave for a while. I'm sure you won't find this an issue anyway, you might come to realize you need a woman like me to help you out.'@@
She takes her necklace off and puts the key onto it, after putting it back on it comes to rest at the top of her cleavage. @@.woman;'There, a nice safe place for it!'@@
You can't help but stare at it. The irony of of having the key that now stop your penis from getting erect juxtaposed with those [[wonderful breasts that would turn on any man.]]@@.mc;'So uh if I wear a thong tomorrow do I get the key?'@@ You ask hopefully.
@@.woman;'Oh it won't be that easy.'@@
@@.mc;'But what do I have to do? I mean when are you going to unlock me...?'@@
@@.woman;'When I see good reason to. Don't push your luck. I'm sure you'll be fine, all it does is just mean you don't have awkward situations or getting uncomfortable. Plus I mean it looks nice and neat //and// I don't have to worry about getting you hard accidentally. It's just a perfect solution to everything.'@@
You decide not to press further, but you can't quite work out whether she's deliberatley ignoring seemingly obvious things, or is just obvlivious to it.
You end up getting dressed eventually and after a bit of a chat heading back home. The chastity cage is noticeable for a bit but hardly uncomfortable.
[[Let's see if anything is going on at your home now|afterCafe4]]@@.marion;'You should be doing most of this stuff from now on, but I guess I need to show you where to put stuff and whatever else.'@@
It's a rather boring hour or so but not particularly arduous, cleaning most of the house. To be honest this almost feels like a deliberate lull in the action to bring about a specific scene of sorts.
You clean the kitchen, the bathroom and so on.
@@.marion;'I guess we don't really need to do your room, I'll just leave that to you. But Paris and I want you to clean our rooms for us. Paris will probably want to show you were stuff in hers goes, to be honest I don't know and Paris keeps her stuff so clean and tidy it won't be an issue. Mine is a little bit different...'@@
[[You enter Marion's bedroom]]You didn't quite know what you were expecting. Marion's room is a little bit messy but not terrible. But the walls. They're completely covered with artsy black and white photography. Artsy meaning nudes in various poses.
She catches you looking at the walls in a state of bemusement. @@.marion;'Like what you see?'@@
@@.mc;'It's certainly...interesting. Are these yours or you or...?'@@
@@.marion;'Oh well they're not //of// me. Well not that I can remember anyway. No I've always had a bit of thing for photography and well working at the sex shop people started to ask if I would take pictures of them. And well'@@ She stretches her arms out gesturing to the walls. @@.marion;'I ended up rather enjoying it.'@@
@@.mc;'Well, ok. I quite like them I suppose. I don't know about covering all the walls.'@@ Seriously, who has all the walls taken up by pictures of naked people?
@@.marion;'Yeah well lucky for you it isn't your room. Now, unless you want to ask more about the photography or want to be photographed yourself, back to cleaning up my room for me.'@@
[[You wouldn't mind being photographed sometime|Onwards to cleaning][$exhibition to $exhibition + 1, $marionPhoto to true]]
[[Not for you|Onwards to cleaning]]She shows you were most things go, various beauty products and photography equipment and so on. You put her clothes away, with neither of you batting an eyelid as you handle more intimate items.
You finish boxing up some clothes that are apparently out of season right now or something. They seemed fine to wear to you. It's supposed to be put in the cupboard but there doesn't seem to be space.
@@.marion;'Yeah just up there in the corner, see? The top shelf. That bag next to it will give a bit, go on push it in!'@@
You push, it budges a bit. You decide to give it a firmer shove. Unfortunately the bag next to it and the contents inside it seem to shift a fair amount and start to fall. You try to react quickly to not let the box or bag fall but only manage to keep the box and catch a single object from the bag.
[[Something hits you in the face and you fall to the ground in your efforts]]@@.marion;'$name? Are you ok?'@@
You see Marion standing over you. Thankfully you feel fine if a bit embarrassed. @@.mc;'Yeah sorry.'@@
@@.marion;'No no it's fine I knew I shouldn't have kept that stuff up there?'@@
You begin to get up and look at what you managed to catch it's sort of shiny and egg shaped with a base? You feel like you've seen something like this before but you don't really know...
@@.marion;'Hahaha, well done on stopping a buttplug from falling at least.'@@
@@.mc;'A buttplug?!'@@ You look at the rest of the items now scattered on the floor. Rope? Is that a leash? There seem to be some outfits made out of latex. You can see some rather large paddles...and oh wow. There sure are //a lot// of dildos.
@@.marion;'Yeah.'@@ She laughs. @@.marion;'You can have it if you want. Don't worry it hasn't been used, all this stuff is just old stock we didn't manage to sell that I've brough home. You know, just in case.'@@
@@.mc;'Right. I guess that's an explanation that makes sense...'@@
@@.marion;'Yeah I get all kinds of fun stuff.@@ She starts to pick up a few things and put them back in the bag. @@.marion;'You're already familiar with this bad boy.'@@ She waves an enormous blue dildo at you.
@@.mc;'What? How?'@@
@@.marion;'Well it did smack you in the face! I mean surely it's not ever day you get dick slapped by a monster like this? Not that it's particularly large compared to most that we sell. Small ones never seemed to be popular...'@@
You blush as Marion seems to enjoy teasing you about getting slapped in the face by a dildo. She jokingly swings it towards you, but thankfully doesn't follow through and [[stops before it gets near your face.]]@@.marion;'Ha look at your face, you thought I was going to.'@@
@@.mc;'Please don't. Do you, do you like all this stuff then?'@@
@@.marion;'Well I guess. I mean you've got to give some things at least one go. Plus they're good to scare off some guys. Especially this one.'@@ You see her holding up some sort of harness with a dildo attached.
@@.mc;'Are most...I mean have guys done...'@@
@@.marion;'Oh it generally doesn't go down well I admit. But I live in hope I guess. Anyway, I'll tidy up the rest of this and you can leave me to it now. Thanks for the help, and the amusement. Oh it's probably time for you to start cooking'@@
You go to leave and notice you're still holding a buttplug.
[[Give the buttplug back to Marion|afterMarionClean][$buttplug to false]]
[[Keep it hoping she won't notice|afterMarionClean][$buttplug to true, $sissy to $sissy + 1]]<<if $buttplug>>You go to your room and place the buttplug in a draw<</if>>\
You hear the front door go, it must be Paris. You watch her at the door taking her jacket off and look at her long legs as she removes her heels.
@@.paris;'Hi $name. Is dinner ready yet?'@@
@@.mc;'No not yet. I was just about to start-'@@
@@.paris;'Well go on then get to it and make it good.'@@
You get to making a meal for the three of you. You can hear Paris and Marion talking in another room with a fair amount of giggling. You wonder if Marion has told Paris about the incident with the sex toys. <<if $parisCuck>>Or oh God. If Paris has mentioned you watching her?<</if>>
[[You finish and tell them]]You begin to eat. @@.paris;'So $name how's your day been? Got a job yet?'@@
@@.mc;'Yup. Got a job working at a bar.'@@ You're careful to watch your words with Paris, you really don't feel that comfortable around her. You feel she always has the air of a predator stalking its prey with you...
@@.paris;'Good good well at least I don't have to worry about you making rent now. Who knows you might end up surprising me and be a good roommate. Anything else interesting about your day?'@@
@@.mc;'Not really, just settling in around here you know...'@@
@@.paris;'Oh really? Is getting slapped in the face by a dildo just settling in then?'@@ Her lips form a smile.
@@.marion;'Paris! I said not to say!'@@
@@.paris;'Oh //come on// Marion. I just had to! You just wanted to hide what a gossip you are'@@
You look at Marion. @@.marion;'Sorry $name, I mean it was just too funny to not tell...don't be mad at me please.'@@ She gives you her puppy dog eyes. She does look rather cute doing it.
@@.mc;'Ok ok fine.'@@
Marion smiles at you and giggles. Paris chips in again: @@.paris;'Maybe he's embarrassed because he secretly enjoyed it?'@@
Marion giggles. @@.marion;'Oh Paris you are terrible you know.'@@
[[You continue to eat, avoiding Paris' gaze]]@@.paris;'You can clean my room under my supervision later. We'll then review your performance.'@@
@@.marion;'Is that necessary I mean I was just showing him the ropes.'@@
@@.paris;'Well //I// have standards.'@@
@@.marion;'Just don't be too harsh on him.'@@
@@.mc;'I'm sure it'll be fine it's just a bit of cleaning.'@@
@@.paris;'Exactly, you definitely won't need to be //whipped// into shape with an attitude like that. This food is good anyway, keep it up $name!'@@
[[You finish up and Paris escorts you to her room]]@@.paris;'Follow behind me.'@@
She opens the door and you see a rather austere room, most of it seems to be spotless. You could probably eat off the marble floor.
@@.mc;'Wow I, uh I don't need to really do anything do I?'@@
@@.paris;'That seems rather presumptuous $name.'@@
@@.mc;'But it's so clean.'@@
@@.paris;'The point is that you don't get to decide. There's a bucket and sponge over there, you can get to cleaning the floor. I'll sit and watch over you.'@@ She sits on the end of her bed.
You hesitate somewhat, I mean does she really need to sit and just watch it...
@@.paris;'Come on! Or do you want to learn how some of Marion's equipment is used?@@<<if $laundryPunish>>@@.paris; If you don't learn I'll have to do more than just sit you in the corner you know.'@@<<else>>@@.paris;'@@<</if>>
[[You obediently get to washing]]
<<if $submissive lte 6>>
[[You scrub a little but it's clear you don't really want to]]
<</if>>@@.paris;'There's a good boy. Get on your knees as you do it, go on put your back into it.'@@
You continue figuring it's best to go along with it, it's hardly a lot of fun but it'll be over soon enough. You hear Paris stand up and walk until she's quite close to you. The click of her heels against the marble echoes around the room. Who has marble floor in their bedroom, Paris is strange...
You see her legs as she stops in front of you. You stop and look up at her.
@@.paris;'I didn't tell you to stop.'@@ She kicks at our arm, knocking you off balance. @@.paris;'Come on I haven't got all day, continue.'@@ She walks back to the bed and sits down.
You keep at it with Paris scolding you for not putting enough effort in. Eventually she tells you to stop, the floor looks exactly the same as when you started.
@@.paris;'Not bad I suppose. You followed instructions well enough, but I expect a bit more enthusiasm next time. I can't have you looking like it's a chore for you, that doesn't please me. You can get up now.'@@
She shows you where most of her things go so you can keep her room tidy and so on. You both make your way to exit the room.
<<if $parisCuck>>
Paris grabs your arm, turning you towards her. She puts her right leg inbetween yours, pressing her thigh towards your crotch. @@.paris;'I did enjoy our little //experience// earlier today.'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah it was uh...yeah'@@
@@.paris;'Mike hasn't cum so much in a long time. But don't think this means anything between me and you. I just like being watched, this is strictly looking but no touching. I have the feeling you'll be seeing Mike take me in a variety of ways.'@@ With that she strides out of the room.
<</if>>\
[[Thankfully that's it.|afterParis]]<<if $submissive lte 1>>
@@.paris;'Come on! Put some more effort into it.'@@
@@.mc;'This is just needless. Fine I'll clean things up for you, but only when they actually need doing.'@@ You stand up.
Paris looks surprised. @@.paris;'Oh wow. I didn't think you had it in you, maybe I underestimated you...'@@
@@.mc;'So am I done here?'@@
@@.paris;'Well. I should show you where most stuff goes.'@@
She shows you how she orders her cupboards, draws and so on.
<<if $parisCuck>>
Paris grabs your arm, turning you towards her. She puts her right leg inbetween yours, pressing her thigh towards your crotch. @@.paris;'I did enjoy our little //experience// earlier today.'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah it was uh...yeah'@@
@@.paris;'Mike hasn't cum so much in a long time. But don't think this means anything between me and you. I just like being watched, this is strictly looking but no touching. I have the feeling you'll be seeing Mike take me in a variety of ways.'@@ With that she strides out of the room.
<</if>>\
[[Thankfully that seems to be it|afterParis]]
<<else>>\
@@.paris;'Do it like you mean it.'@@
@@.mc;'But it's already clean!'@@
Paris gets up and strides towards you, placing her hands on her hips. @@.paris;'If I say do it. You do it. Don't talk back to me.'@@
@@.mc;'Oh come on...'@@
@@.paris;'Enough!'@@ She grabs you by your hair. @@.paris;'You will do as you're told! I warned you about using some of Marion's equipment, it's as though you want me to use it.'@@
@@.mc;'Please no I-'@@
She slaps you in the face and points at you. @@.paris;'Quiet! You'll speak when you're spoken to.'@@ She grabs you and pushes you face down onto the bed. You can feel her climb on top of you, looking around you you see some rope and handcuffs.
[[This doesn't seem as though it's going well]]
<</if>>It's getting late, you really need to get going to get to the bar. You sling on some acceptable clothes. <<if $wearPinkThong>>Still wearing your panties though, imagine if the girls that work at the bar find out.<</if>> <<if $chastityOn and $noKey>>Working around scantily clad women is going to be torture with this chastity thing on. Fuck imagine if they somehow find out you're locked away.<<elseif $chastityOn>>Damn you didn't think to take your chastity cage off. Working around scantily clad women is going to be torture with this chastity thing on. Fuck imagine if they somehow find out you're locked away.<</if>>
You hurry off and get to the outside of Desire. You hadn't noticed how lurid, neon and obvious the sign [[was before...]]You feel her quickly use the rope, putting it around your ankles and then the bedposts. She yanks your arms behind you and cuffs them. You're prostrate on the bed, effectively helpless. She gets off you.
@@.paris;'I don't want to have to do this $name but it's for your own good. I'll do it regularly if that's what it takes.'@@ You feel her pull your pants down. <<if $wearPinkThong>>@@.paris;'Oh my. I definitely wasn't expecting //that//. I'm not sure I really want to know why you're wearing //those//. But maybe you'll end up enjoying this.'@@ <<if $chastityOn>>So now Paris knows you've been wearing women's underwear. At least she doesn't know you're in a chastity cage...<</if>><<set $parisPanties to true>><</if>>
Suddenly you feel a solid object come down on your backside. It hurts but thankfully not too much.
@@.paris;'I'm just going to break you in gently, but be warned this paddle can be painful.'@@
A few more firm but not too harsh strikes. And then without warning. //''Ouch''//. You let out a scream. And again. And again. Your backside stings.
@@.marion;'Is everything alright in there Paris?'@@
@@.paris;'Yes yes, nothing to worry about Marion.'@@
[[You hear the bedroom door open]]@@.marion;'Oh my god Paris!'@@
@@.paris;'It's ok Marion, he just needed a lesson.'@@
@@.marion;'But rope and a paddle?!'@@
@@.paris;'He'll be fine, trust me. You want a good roommate don't you?'@@
@@.marion;'Well yes I mean. I trust you Paris but...I mean the screaming...'@@
@@.paris;'Yeah I didn't think he'd be so loud admittedly. I was wondering if you might have something for that?'@@
@@.marion;'Oh. I mean I might actually, I guess that would be a good idea...'@@
@@.paris;'We'll be back in a minute $name'@@
[[You hear them leave]]You wait. It doesn't take them that long.
<<if $wearPinkThong>>@@.paris;'Oh! I almost forgot, it seems as though $name has been dressing up a little bit for us.'@@ You feel her pull on your thong, letting it snap back down in place.
<<if $marionBlue>>\
@@.marion;'I did see him in a blue one the other morning. So he's moved on to pink now...'@@
@@.paris;'And you didn't tell me?!@@
@@.marion;'It was his first morning here. I don't know I didn't want to embarrass..@@
<<else>>@@.marion;'No way! Now that is something.'@@<</if>>\
@@.paris;'Yeah I'm not sure what to make of it. Best not to think about it really, maybe it'll come in use in the future.'@@<</if>>\
You feel Paris get on top of you again. She squeezes your face. @@.paris;'Open wide.'@@ What? Why? You feel her shove a ball or something into your mouth and tighten some straps round your head. It's a ball gag. @@.paris;Right, now your screams won't worry Marion.'@@
Paris gets off and strikes you again. Hard.
@@.paris;'That's better isn't it?'@@
@@.marion;'Just don't be too harsh, please? And don't be too long he has to work this evening, remember?'@@
@@.paris;'Of course, of course.'@@
You hear the door close.
@@.paris;'I think you've probably learned your lesson by now. But if you don't improve I may have to make this a more regular thing and use different methods. I'll let you think on that for a while.'@@
[[She leaves the room, and you wait]]Mercifully it doesn't take too long. But it's long enough to wonder about just how you've ended up tied to a bed with a ball gag in your mouth. You knew you shouldn't have been reluctant. You guess you'll just have to go along with this situation unless you really want to get put in your place and it's not like you'd want that.
She unties you and pulls your pants back up. @@.paris;'I hope I haven't done anything to interfere with your work this evening.'@@
You both go to leave her bedroom.
<<if $parisCuck>>
Paris grabs your arm, turning you towards her. She puts her right leg inbetween yours, pressing her thigh towards your crotch. @@.paris;'I did enjoy our little //experience// earlier today.'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah it was uh...yeah'@@
@@.paris;'Mike hasn't cum so much in a long time. But don't think this means anything between me and you. I just like being watched, this is strictly looking but no touching. I have the feeling you'll be seeing Mike take me in a variety of ways.'@@ With that she strides out of the room.
<</if>>\
[[Time to start your first evening of work|afterParisThought][$bdsm to $bdsm + 2, $parisBeaten to true]]You see him with Bianca following.
@@.bianca;'Yeah that's $name, he works here now.'@@
'Really though? I mean how's that going to work with the stuff you guys do?'
@@.bianca;'Oh God knows but it was a favor so that's just how it is. Come on $name.'@@
The bouncer looks at you in a weird way, like he's sizing you up for something. You get inside.
@@.bianca;'Alright go out behind the bar. One of the bargirls will tell you what needs doing, I need to go get ready to put on a show.'@@ You see her head off into a room near the back marked changing area. It must be where the strippers get ready. You see near it a stage and then some more rooms market private shows. This seems more and more like a strip joint with a decent bar than a bar with added strippers.
[[You go to see what work needs doing]]You're greeted by a black woman in a tiny crop top, with a barely there skirt and stockings. Your eyes are drawn to her tiny waist and toned stomach with a belly button pierching.
'Hey, you must be the new guy. I'm Tasha, I work bar mainly. We need stock ready to change over OK?' She points to a load of boxes, yep it's some boring grunt work alright. But at least you'll get to look at women like Tasha. You watch her butt move against her skirt as she leaves you to it.
Your surroundings are a bit dark and sparse. It takes you a fair bit of time to sort things in order, you can now hear blaring out through the door. The place must be letting people in, you can hear the general chatter found at almost any bar.
It seems that there are three girls working the bar. All gorgeous in their own ways. In addition to Tasha there's Sandra with supermodelesque height and looks and Claire a petite girl with some sort of East Asian heritage.
[[The night goes on, the bar gets louder]]You see Tasha come back out.
@@.mc;'Need some more vodka?'@@
'Oh no some woman is at the bar asking for you. I tried to serve her but she just kept asking for you.'
Well you better go see who it is. You go to the bar to see Cheryl waving excitedly at you, her breasts almost bouncing out of her incredibly low cut dress. @@.woman;'Heyy!'@@
<img src="images/cherylBar.jpg" alt="Cheryl Bar" style="float:right; margin: 10px 0px 10px 10px" class="white-border">
@@.mc;'Hi Cheryl, do you want a drink?'@@
@@.woman;'Of course, get us two mojitos!'@@ You see another woman next to her. A brunette with a tanned complexion, every bit as attractive as Cheryl. @@.woman;'This is Amanda by the way!'@@ Amanda smiles at you.
You go prepare their mojitos.
<<if $cafeBluePanties>>
@@.woman;'Why aren't you dressed up like all the other barstaff?'@@
@@.mc;'Err I'm not I just I don't need to wear that out the back...'@@
@@.woman;'But you're the only one at the bar dressed so plain! Isn't that a bit unfair? Do you get special treatment because you're a guy?'@@
@@.mc;'What no, of course not.'@@
@@.woman;'Yeah yeah, I just think if there are clothing requirements for staff, surely you should follow them.'@@<</if>>
You hand them their mojitos and tell them it'll be $12.
@@.woman;'Aww, don't I get a drink on the house?'@@ She leans forwards, squeezing her breasts together and tilting her head. <<if $noKey>>You see her pull her necklace from between her breasts, she twirls the key in her fingers. //That// key. @@.woman;'I don't think you want to say no.'@@
@@.mc;'I guess not.'@@ You don't really want to find out what could happen if you say no here...
<<else>>\
@@.mc;'I dunno on my first day.'@@<</if>>
@@.woman;'You'll be fine! Trust me.'@@ They take their drinks. After taking a few steps Cheryl looks back at you over her shoulder and [[blows you a kiss.]]You see them start to flirt with a group of guys. There are a lot of guys in this place, you suppose it's hardly surprising. Cheryl flirtily squeezes a man's bicep, but you can't watch for long as you have more work to be getting on with.
You get back to work, clearing up various incidents around the bar. But you get a fair amount of time with little happening. You take your chances to check out the girls tending the bar. You sure do get a view or two.
<img src="images/bartender.jpg" alt="bartender" class="white-border">
After a while of nothing, Sandra tells you that there's been a bit of an incident in a women's toilet cubicle that you [[need to get cleaned up]]<<audio giggleGirls loop play>>
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For 18 & Over only.
Want to be able to skip some dreams? <<checkbox "$skipDreams" false true>>
<<timed 7s t8n>>@@.sissy;''Click the image.''@@<</timed>><a data-passage="afterSign"><img src="images/desire.png" style="width: 100%" ></a><img alt="security" src="images/security.jpg" style="float:left;margin:0px 10px 10px 0px;" class="white-border">A bouncer stops you from entering. 'Sorry, we don't open just yet. Employees only.'
@@.mc;'But I work here.'@@
'Come on, the only people that work inside are women. Don't waste my time here.' He gives you a firm shove.
'No really I got given this job today. It's just cleaning and sorting boxes and whatever, but I work here now. Is Bianca around?'
'Not giving up huh. Wait there man I'll see.'
[[He goes inside and you stay]]With your mop and bucket in hand you trudge off to the women's toilets. You apologise to the aghast women chatting at the sinks who quickly vacate the room.
That must be it, someone clearly had a bit too much to drink. You get in the cubicle and start to mop. Damn there's a lot of this, it's going to take some work...
You can hear some women talking.
'That guy was hot! Think you'll take him home tonight?'
'I dunno. I mean maybe, I guess he had nice biceps.'
'Oh girl please you guess. What is with you, you haven't been into taking a guy home for what seems ages!'
'What? I took one home last week!'
'Yeah exactly. Has something happened with Brad?'
Brad? Huh and the biceps...is that Cheryl?
@@.woman;'God no I mean Brad's...Brad. Still great in bed. Nothing's changed.@@
'Then what come on. I guess you've been talking about that guy at the bar a lot haven't you. $name? Have you two banged or something?'
[[Oh God you shouldn't be listening to this]]@@.woman;'What?! No of course not!@@ <<if $mastBathroom>>@@.woman;Well I sort of relieved him once but that was just pity...'@@<<else>>@@.woman;'@@<</if>>
'But you've been talking about him soooo much. Honestly you've only ever gone on about Brad this much before. I would've sworn you'd jumped his bones by now.'
@@.woman;'I mean no. It's not like that.'@@
'Oooh go on you're hiding something aren't you?'
<<if $laceBody>>@@.woman;'I've just had a lot of fun with him you know.'@@
'Really? //Without// sex? Come on I don't believe you! You aren't going clothes shopping with him. Be real girl, tell me what's happening!
@@.woman;'Clothes shopping isn't //that// far off...'@@
'Babe come on! I know you're gonna spill, you tell me everything.'
@@.woman;'Fiiiine. Just don't tell $name I told you OK?!'@@
'Yeah yeah now come on!'
[[She's really going to tell her...|cherylSpills]]
<<else>>
@@.woman;'No I mean. I guess he's kinda cute and he's so nice. He's just a different kind of guy to Brad. But I don't think there's anything there. It would've happened by now.'@@
'Oh that's just boooring. I can tell he wants to screw you, he could barely takes his eyes of your boobs.'
@@.woman;'Hahaha really?'@@
'Oh please you were flirting with him too.'
@@.woman;'I was not!'@@
'Girl you flirt with everyone whether you know it or not. You love it too.'
@@.woman;'Well it //is// fun. I don't mind $name looking, maybe I'll tease him more.'@@
'Hahaha that poor guy is going to have the bluest balls.'
[[You hear the bathroom door shut.|afterBarBathroom]]
<</if>>You finish up cleaning the toilet and get back to your other work thinking about what you just heard. Do you have some sort of chance with Cheryl? You can't quite see how you can get her to be your girlfriend...but something else maybe?
You're told that you should check on the strippers backstage. You get to go into a room of semi naked women? Possibly some completely naked...will they be ok with that?
You go and enter the [[backstage door]]@@.woman;'Don't freak out! OK so I mean I started talking to him at the café one day. He looked kinda lonely and bummed, turned out he needed a place to stay that night.'@@
'Oh come on how didn't this lead to sex?'
@@.woman;'He came back to mine, cooked a little for me. Was really nice and sweet you know. Turned out he didn't have anything to sleep in when he was going to sleep on the couch. Well I didn't want him naked on it.'@@
'Yeah yeah so he sleeps with you and you bone each other come on.'
@@.woman;'I did think he would try that on but no! He wasn't going to sleep on the floor either so you know...'@@
'What then? You gave him some shirt Brad left?'
@@.woman;'Well I did but they were just ridiculously big...'@@
'So...what? ''//No//''. Girl are you saying what I think?'
@@.woman;'He ended up in some of my lingerie...'@@
Amanda starts giggling. [[You want the earth to swallow you up]]@@.woman;'Don't laugh like that!'@@
'But him in your lingerie?!'
@@.woman;'He looked pretty good in it too you know.'@@
'Why are you getting a guy to wear lingerie?'
@@.woman;'It just happened, I don't know. But it was //fun//.'@@
'Did you ever get Brad to wear you know?'
@@.woman;'Oh please. I never wanted to see Brad in lingerie! Even as a joke he'd rip through all of it...'@@
<<if $cafeBluePanties>>'So you're still thinking about that evening or what?'
@@.woman;'Welll. There //may// be more.'@@
'More? How much have you been doing with this guy?!'
@@.woman;'Since he had so few clothes, I said I'd wash some of them for him. And well I went to put in his bag, but saw he'd taken a g-string from me! So since he'd already worn some lingerie, I thought I'd surprise him by taking his underwear and giving him some extra panties!'@@
'Oh my god Cheryl. This is....wow.'
It's mortifying. [[How much longer is this going to go on for]]
<<else>>\
'You freak I swear. Well whatever happened I can tell he wants to screw you. He could barely takes his eyes of your boobs.'
@@.woman;'Hahaha really?'@@
'Oh please you were flirting with him too.'
@@.woman;'I was not!'@@
'Girl you flirt with everyone whether you know it or not. You love it too.'
@@.woman;'Well it //is// fun. I don't mind $name looking, maybe I'll tease him more.'@@
'Hahaha that poor guy is going to have the bluest balls. I don't know if that looks good in stockings or not.'
[[You hear the bathroom door shut.|afterBarBathroom]]<</if>>@@.woman;'So yeah he's been wearing my panties.'@@
'And he's fine with this?'
@@.woman;'Ohhh yeah. Well, he might complain a little. But there's one bit of him that gives it away.'@@
'Look at you! You can't stop smiling, you are so loving all of this.'
@@.woman;'Wow. I really am! I thought I was just like, helping him along. Like why take my panties and be ok wearing my lingerie if he didn't really want to you know, wear other stuff. Can't believe I'm loving it so much though...@@
'Girl you so freaky getting some dude hard by putting him in panties. Just give the poor dude a blowjob.'
@@.woman;'It's. No it's not like that!'@@
'You're getting this guy to strip off for you and enjoying getting him hard! Does Brad know?'
<<if $bradLipstick and $spankedBrad>>@@.woman;'Well sorta'@@
'Go on.'
@@.woman;'He saw him in lipstick and well I mean. I had them both over the day before yesterday and it kinda ended with $name in my heels and Brad spanking him.'@@
'What the fuck?!'
@@.woman;'Yeahhh I know. I kinda called him my bitch too. That could've been a bit much, but he still came to see me at the café the next day. It can't have been that bad for him?'@@
'I don't even know what to say. Did Brad like spanking another guy?'
@@.woman;'I //think// he did. I think he liked humiliating $name a bit. He is so much //bigger// than him. He fucked me so hard afterward $name left.'@@
'So you put that guy in heels, had him spanked //and then// got rid of him so Brad could fuck you?'
@@.woman;'It sounds bad when you put it like that! It was kinda hot though, I hope $name enjoyed it...'@@
<<if $penis lte 4>>'How much bigger though? I mean is $name //small//?'
@@.woman;'Oh Brad is humongous in comparison. $name is pretty small I mean it's why he looks so cute in panties.'@@<</if>>
<<elseif $bradLipstick and $noApron>>@@.woman;'He saw him in lipstick and well I mean. I had them both over the day before yesterday and it kinda ended with $name dressed up a little.'@@
'Did Brad get weirded out?''
@@.woman;'Well he seemed to like it better than when $name was just there normally. I think he liked humiliating him a little?'@@
'I can see Brad being like that. But wait. Why would you dress this guy up with Brad there...'
@@.woman;'There was an accident and no spare clothes and oh I don't know I just thought It was kinda //hot//. Brad is so much bigger and seeing them next to each other like that...'@@
'So you're into humiliating smaller guys now?'
@@.woman;'No! I mean I don't want to humiliate $name. He just needed a bit of a push. I know it sounds bad now but I wasn't trying to be cruel!@@
<<if $penis lte 4>>'How much bigger though? I mean is $name //small//?'
@@.woman;'Oh Brad is humongous in comparison. $name is pretty small I mean it's why he looks so cute in panties.'@@<</if>>
<<elseif $spankedBrad>>@@.woman;'Well sorta'@@
'Go on.'
@@.woman;'I had them both over the day before yesterday and it kinda ended with $name in my heels and Brad spanking him.'@@
'What the fuck?!'
@@.woman;'Yeahhh I know. I kinda called him my bitch too. That could've been a bit much, but he still came to see me at the café the next day! It can't have been that bad for him?'@@
'I don't even know what to say. Did Brad like spanking another guy?'
@@.woman;'I //think// he did. I think he liked humiliating $name a bit. He is so much //bigger// than him. He fucked me so hard afterward $name left.'@@
'So you put that guy in heels, had him spanked //and then// got rid of him so Brad could fuck you?'
@@.woman;'It sounds bad when you put it like that! It was kinda hot though, I hope $name enjoyed it...'@@
<<if $penis lte 4>>'How much bigger though? I mean is $name //small//?'
@@.woman;'Oh Brad is humongous in comparison. $name is pretty small I mean it's why he looks so cute in panties.'@@<</if>>
<<elseif $noApron>>@.woman;'He saw him in lipstick and well I mean. I had them both over the day before yesterday and it kinda ended with $name dressed up a little.'@@
'Brad was OK with that?'
@@.woman;'Well he seemed to like it better than when $name was just there normally. I think he liked humiliating him a little?'@@
'Yeah I can see Brad being a bit mean you know...'
@@.woman;'I guess. It was kinda hot though. Brad is so much bigger and seeing them next to each other like that...'@@
'So you're into humiliating smaller guys now?'
@@.woman;'No! I mean I don't want to humiliate $name. He just needed a bit of a push.'@@
<<if $penis lte 4>>'How much bigger though? I mean is $name //small//?'
@@.woman;'Oh Brad is humongous in comparison. $name is pretty small I mean it's why he looks so cute in panties.'@@<</if>>
<<elseif $bradLipstick>>@@.woman;'Well Brad saw him in lipstick one time but nothing else.'@@
'I can't imagine how he'd react. They're so different to each other. $name in panties next to Brad wouldn't even look like a man, right?'
@@.woman;'I know! It's so good!'@@
<<else>>
@@.woman;'Not that I know of.'@@
'I can't imagine how he'd react. Brad is such a contrast to $name anyway. Even more with $name with panties or whatever.'
@@.woman;'I know right? That's kinda exciting.'@@
<</if>>\
'Well whatever you keep on doing what you want. I just hope you know what you're doing.'
@@.woman;'I really don't'@@
[[This seems to be taking forever, you don't know if you can just hide like this for much longer]]@@.woman;'Enjoying the view? You haven't touched your coffee for 30 minutes! Would you like me to get you another one?@@
You are definitely enjoying the view. But does she mean //those//? Surely she wouldn't just ask? Does she want you to compliment her breasts? Part of you wants to. No, don't be weird. Don't spoil the contact with a waitress like this!
@@.mc;'No thank you. I wouldn't want to waste another.'@@
@@.woman;'Are you sure hun, you look like you could do with one?'@@ The waitress rubs your shoulder. @@.woman;'Would you like to sit in a comfier seat? This hard wood must be hurting your tush.'@@
@@.mc;'Oh alright, I'll have another. But I'll stay here; my ass can take a bit of hard wood.'@@
@@.woman;'If you say so darlin'!'@@ She cracks a smile.
Did you just say? Oh no and she laughed at it didn't she? Just be cool. It can't be that difficult to talk to a pretty woman.
She quickly returns carrying a cup of coffee. @@.woman;'Are you new around here? I don't recognise your cute face.'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah, I just got here today.'@@ She thinks you're cute? Maybe there's a chance?
@@.woman;'Oh wow! Well welcome! I'm Cheryl. How about I join you? It's near closing and the place is empty - it's always good to get to know someone new!'@@
[[It's always a pleasure to talk to such a cute waitress|cherchat]]
[[Well, I guess you can.|chatcoff1]]'Have you ever been with a guy like $name?'
@@.woman;'Ummm.'@@
'You haven't I know. Honey I know Brad is hot but it can't hurt to experiment a little sometimes.'
@@.woman;'But the sex is so...'@@
'Oh come on, getting railed from behind or cowgirl if you're lucky is fine. Has Brad even gone down on you once?'
@@.woman;'A couple of times! But he always said his tongue got tired. But to go from Brad's you know to...@@
'Sex is wayyy more than just that girl. God I keep telling you you go for the same type. I can hook you up with guys every bit as hot as Brad who would rock your world. You've been such a tease with $name even he should get a chance.'
@@.woman;'But $name is more like a girlfriend.'@@
'Oh please I bet he's just doing whatever you want because you're hot and you're loving it too! You're just being blind. Experiment a little.'
@@.woman;'//Fine//. I like teasing him. I admit it, it's not just for him.'@@
<<if $chastityOn>>'Then fuck him!'
@@.woman;'That's kiiiinda not an option right now. I did something else to him.'@@
[[Oh fuck oh fuck]]
<<else>>
'Well that's //something//. God girl you are so difficult sometimes.'
[[You hear the bathroom door finally go|afterBarBathroom]]
<</if>>'Do I want to even know? Oh fine I do come on.'
@@.woman;'Have you heard of these things called chastity cages?'@@
'No, what the hell?'
@@.woman;'They're like little cages for...for a guy's cock.'@@
'//What//!? Oh no you didn't!'
@@.woman;'Uh huh.'@@
'Where did you even hear about that being a thing?'
@@.woman;'$name's roommate. She works in a sex shop. She gave me a tour and some free stuff...'@@
'I knew you were a cocktease. But //this//. You devil!' Amanda laughs.
@@.woman;'But it suits him so well honestly. In his thong and with his shaved legs. Plus he was always getting hard!'@@
'Which you just admitted you liked!'
@@.woman;'I mean I like making him feminine and teasing him, this kiiinda does both.'@@
'Does this mean he's in panties and a chastity cage at work?!'
<<if $noKey>>@@.woman;'I don't know about panties, we had a bit of an issue earlier. I hope he's put them back on. But as for the other thing.'@@
'Is that? Is that a //key//?'
@@.woman;'I needed to make sure you know, he needed a bit of //encouragement//.'@@
'He just let you do this?'
@@.woman;'Well I guess. I mean he's not the strongest but I can't really force him, I don't think anyway.'@@
'So you're in charge of his manhood now?'
@@.woman;'I mean if you can call it that. Oh I'm going to have so much fun teasing him now! And don't look at me like that, I'll make sure he enjoys it too ok?!'@@
'MMMMMHMMMMM. It's a bit much to wear it in public though.'
@@.woman;'Nobody else knows, it just looks like jewelry.'@@
'Sure sure. Promise me to remember what I said. I haven't seen you this giddy about a guy in forever, but I guess you aren't going to fuck him anytime soon. Are you going to talk to him more tonight?'
[[With that you hear the door close. It's over|afterBarBathroom]]
<<else>>@@.woman;'I hope so! I'd be disappointed if he took it off from earlier. I only put him in chastity earlier today!'@@
'Well, if he didn't like it he'd take it off? He wouldn't just keep it on for no reason.'
@@.woman;'Exactly! I bet he has them on still, I //know// he likes it. Trust me.'@@
'I haven't seen you this giddy about a guy in forever. I have no idea what you're going to do with him, I guess fucking him isn't going to happen.' They both laugh.
@@.woman;'Oh I'm going to have so much fun teasing him now! And don't look at me like that, I'll make sure he enjoys it too ok?!'@@
'Are you going to talk to him more tonight?'
[[With that you hear the door close. It's over|afterBarBathroom]]
<</if>><a data-passage="backstageHelp"><img src="images/backstage.jpg" alt="backstage girls" class="backstage"></a>
<style>
.backstage {
border: 5px solid white;
display: block;
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</style>One of the strippers sees you enter. 'What are you doing back here? Strippers only. Who are you?'
@@.mc;'Oh sorry sorry. I'm $name. I work here I was told to come and help you.'@@
'Ohh you're the new guy. Bianca told us about you. Well I guess you can help me get these leather boots on. I'm Candice.'
@@.mc;'Sure anything.'@@
'Guys would kill to be backstage with us, aren't you a lucky one. You know I don't think a guy has worked here before apart from the bouncer. I thought the owner was kinda strict about it just being women. Weird.'
@@.mc;'I don't know, well I'm here now.'@@ You pick up one of the knee-high leather boots.
'I guess you won't be doing any stripping then. Although you never know do you?'
You kneel down to help her slip the boot on, struggling a little as it's a tight fit. You begin to zip it up.
<<if $biancaGossip>>'You know Bianca is a bit of a gossip. She told us a little bit about you. Didn't she girls?' You hear some of the strippers agree and giggle.
You feel yourself blush a little. @@.mc;'Oh yeah?'@@
<<if $biancaPanties>>'It was rather. //Intriguing//. I can see why you might be decent help backstage.'
@@.mc;'Why's that?'@@
'Oh you know. A man who knows about women's underwear might have an interesting perspective. Not like the brutes who just want us naked, you can see both sides.'
@@.mc;'Oh I suppose so.'@@
<<if $wearPinkThong>>'Did I catch a glimpse of a cute little thong just then?'
Oh God another woman knows. <<if $crossdress gte 4>>At this rate it'll be easier to just come to work in women's clothes. Wait, what? Did you just think that?<</if>>
'I'll take the lack of a response as a yes.' She smiles. 'Don't forget my other boot.'
You grab the other one and slip her foot in.<</if>>
'But I do hope you're not some sort of pervert. That would be a waste. You know you're a similar size to some of us. You could be useful to test out different outfits on. You can be like our little gay helper.'
What? Gay? No. @@.mc;'I'm not...'@@
'Hmm? Something wrong with that?'
@@.mc;'No it's just I'm not-'@@
'Well, it's better to treat you that way. We don't want any trouble. And never say never eh.' She winks at you.
You finish zipping her boot up [[and watch her go on stage|afterBackStage][$stripperOutfits to true]]
<<elseif $biancaSex>>'Had a good evening with her didn't you?'
@@.mc;'I guess.'@@
'Well at least one of you did, that's something. It's okay, some guys just don't have the stamina.'
@@.mc;'It wasn't that bad...'@@ You grab her other boot.
'Aww sure!'
You finish putting her boots on.
'Thanks babe, time to go make some money!'
[[watch her go on stage|afterBackStage]]
<<elseif $biancaBad>>'She warned us away from you and your...proclivities.'
@@.mc;'It's not like that it was-'@@
'Oh you don't have to justify yourself darling. We all have our certain //kinks//. Just don't try to bring any of us into it or there'll be trouble. Understand?'
@@.mc;'Yes. OK sorry.'@@
'Good. Now behave and finish putting my boots on.'
You comply and watch her [[walk out onto the stage|afterBackStage]]
<<elseif $biancaRace>>'We heard you were very useful.'
@@.mc;'Oh?'@@
'Yeah holding her bags for her while she had matters to attend to. A very useful prepper.'
@@.mc;'Err ok I guess.'@@
'Oh speak of the devil'
@@.bianca;'Hi girls! Good crowd out there tonight!'@@ You look at her in some sort of bunnygirl outfit. @@.bianca;'I said Marcus could see me backstage too, is that alright?'@@
'Oh we all love Marcus, any men like //that// are fine. I suppose $name here is fine too but you know.'
@@.bianca;'Oh believe me I //know//.'@@
You finish putting on Candice's boots.
[[You see Marcus appear]]
<<elseif $biancaBlow>>
'You had a good time in the bathroom didn't you? A bit naughty.'
@@.mc;'Ha yeah. I guess it was.'@@
'Well don't do it too often.' She winks at you. 'I don't like hearing when I miss out on fun.'
You finish putting on her boots and [[watch her go onto the stage|afterBackStage]]
<</if>>
<<else>>
'That's it go on the other one too. Careful.'
You do your best to get it on properly.
'Well done. You'll be a good little helper. Anyone else need some help girls?' Nobody else seems to. 'Well another day, we'll call for you if we need something.'
[[You watch her head out on to the stage|afterBackStage]]
<</if>>You continue to work, cleaning sticky floors where drinks have been spilled, clearing tables and other mind numbing tasks. It's getting quite late so it must be close to time to finish you hope.
<<if $cafeBluePanties>>Tasha comes up to you and asks you to come with her. You wonder what she's taking to you especially since she hasn't let on anything.
'There's been a request for you.'
You keep following, she takes you to a small changing room of some kind.
'I don't even know what this thing is but there's good money in it for you and me so it's happening ok?'
But just what does she mean, what's happening?
'Don't worry it's nothing outrageous.'
@@.mc;'Come on, can you just tell me?'@@
'Yeah yeah it's just surprising is all.'
[[You wonder if this passage has just been drawn out for easy suspense]]
<<else>>\
It's seems that the place is shutting up shop, the bouncer is getting the stragglers to leave. You say goodbye to a few of the girls and [[head home|afterBarNightOne]]
<</if>>'Hey girls!' You see Bianca go over and hug him. A few of the other strippers also crowd around him. He looks at you. 'Are you?'
@@.bianca;'That's $name. You know the guy I was talking to the other night when you bought me a drink'@@
'Oh riiight right. Hey man, what you doing back here?'
@@.bianca;'Oh he works here now, you know cleaning helping around and so on.'@@
'Cool cool. Lucky guy getting to work with so many gorgeous women!' The girls laugh and he hugs a couple of the close to him, you can see them clearly enjoying feeling his chest.
@@.mc;'There are worse jobs.'@@
'Odd though. You being the only guy. You gonna be dressing up like the rest of the staff?' He laughs. 'You never know with some guys.'
Candice turns to you. 'What was it like having him buy Bianca a drink right as you were hitting on her.'
@@.mc;'I guess I was surprised...'@@
@@.bianca;'Oh you were sweet. I almost felt bad going over to Marcus instead. But well, we had been talking whether black and white go together hadn't we?'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah that's true...'@@
'And?' Candice asks. 'You agreed it does right?'
[[You don't quite know where this is going]]@@.bianca;'Well we thought so didn't we $name? Anyway Marcus was more than happy to show me, weren't you Marcus?'@@
'Of course. The more pretty girls that know the better it is for me!' He pulls Bianca closer to him, a large hand grabbing her ass.
@@.bianca;'I thought some of it was a bit of a myth you know. To think all these years I've been missing out!'@@
'Just as long as you let us share him!'
@@.bianca;'Why did you think I brought him back here? I don't know if I can really handle it on my own!'@@
'We're more than happy to help, aren't we girls?' The rest of them agree enthusastically.
@@.bianca;'You can leave us to it $name. Unless you want him here Marcus?'@@
'No. You can get going boy, maybe you'll need to clean up after.' He places a firm hand on your shoulder and takes you to the door. 'You know your place.' He shuts the door in your face.
[[You better go back and find other things to do|afterBackStage][$marcusStrip to true]]'You're going to be serving some drinks. It's just one table, won't take long.'
@@.mc;'Oh. Is that it?'@@ This doesn't seem worth all the buildup.
'Kiiinda. You see I was easy on you serving at the bar, it's your first day and all. But some of the girls weren't happy you could just wear those plain old things you know? If you're serving there's no way you can have those on.'
@@.mc;'Oh.'@@ You wonder what she's going to suggest, it can't be good. @@.mc;'Well I don't have to serve, someone else can.'@@
'Uh yeah you do if you want to keep working here.'
You guess you're not getting out of this.
'Look I'm not going to force you into anything. I'll just lay some basic things out for you and leave you to it ok?'
[[She sorts some stuff out and leaves]]Tasha has laid out what seems to be a sort of schoolgirl uniform. Of course with the items being ridiculously small so they cover very little skin. You see a tiny white shirt, tied in a way that would show off all of your stomach and you suppose would show of breasts if you had them. There is a tiny tartan pleated skirt which wouldn't cover all of your backside. You suppose at least your legs would be covered somewhat by the white thigh high socks. The outfit is finished off by some plain black stilleto heels.
Is this what working here is going to turn into?
<<if $crossdress lte 2>>You can't do this can you? Dressing as a sexy school girl for work? Just what is happening. But then the job, you don't want to lose it...
[[You can't do this. You'll have to see if they understand]]
[[You bargain with yourself, you can just wear the top. That at least shows you're trying a bit|barJustTop]]
<<elseif $chastityOn>>
Oh lord you don't want to lose your job. You suppose you're going to have to do something. But that skirt...it's so tiny. You can't wear that, everyone will see your chastity cage! No you can't take that level of humiliation right now.
[[You'll do the top and heels. But that's it!|barTopHeels][$crossdress to $crossdress + 1]]
[[Oh to hell with it. What's the worst that can happen?|barFullSchoolGirl][$exhibition to $exhibition + 1, $bimbo to $bimbo + 1, $crossdress to $crossdress + 2, $penis to $penis - 1]]
<<else>>
You can't risk losing your job...it's just clothes and it'll be over quick enough. You'll probably never have to do it again, right?
[[Still, you can't go full outfit. You'll wear the top and heels|barTopHeels][$crossdress to $crossdress + 1]]
[[Well here goes nothing. You guess a sexy schoolgirl now|barFullSchoolGirl][$exhibition to $exhibition + 1, $bimbo to $bimbo + 1, $crossdress to $crossdress + 2, $penis to $penis - 1]]
<</if>>Are you really doing this? Your first work day and you're serving like one of the other bar girls...but can you really risk not complying and making a bad first impression? <img src="images/schoolgirl.png" alt="schoolgirl outfit" style="float:right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px" class="white-border">
You take your shirt off and slip the top on. It's quite tight but it fits, though there is clearly room that an ample set of breasts ought to be filling. You strip down to your <<if $wearPinkThong>>little pink thong.<<else>>underwear.<</if>> You slip the skirt on, it feels quite comfortable. The freedom it provides is rather nice.
<<if $chastityOn>>The skirt barely covers your chastity. Any sort of misstep and it would become visible for anyone to see. Don't even think about bending over or sitting down.<</if>>
You slip your shoes off and step into the heels. You teeter for a little and carefully step out of the room.
You exit the room hoping that not many people will see you and whoever has requested you doesn't want anything more than this. Tasha is waiting for you.
'Oh wow I didn't actually expect you to put all of the stuff on! Now go and get a nice fat tip. There's a drink at the bar, take it to table 3.'
You walk to the bar, still struggling with your heels. It makes you feel sort of vulnerable and dainty taking such little steps. The bottom of your skirt repeatedly grazes against your caged cock. You can feel half the room's eyes on you and receive a couple of whistles and shouts. One large hand even gives your ass a small squeeze. Is this what working as a waitress is like? [[You collect the drink|allOnDrink]]You take your shirt off and slip the top on. It's quite tight but it fits, though there is clearly room that an ample set of breasts ought to be filling. You slip your shoes off and step into the heels. You teeter for a little and carefully step out of the room.
You exit the room hoping that not many people will see you and whoever has requested you doesn't want anything more than this. Tasha is waiting for you.
'Just the shirt? Oh and the heels. Oh well I guess that's good enough. The skirt and socks were pushing it a little. I bet you're still gonna miss out on a big tip. Their drink is ready at the bar, some cocktail thing for table 3. Don't keep them waiting.'
You walk to the bar, still struggling with your heels. It makes you feel sort of vulnerable and dainty taking such little steps. You can feel half the room's eyes on you and receive a couple of whistles and shouts. [[You collect the drink|topHeelsDrink]]You take your shirt off and slip the top on. It's quite tight but it fits, though there is clearly room that an ample set of breasts ought to be filling.
You exit the room hoping that not many people will see you and whoever has requested you doesn't want anything more than this. Tasha is waiting for you.
'Is that it? Just the shirt? Oh whatever I suppose this will do, at least it's something. You're probably missing out on a huge tip but that's your loss. Their drink is ready at the bar, some cocktail thing for table 3. Don't keep them waiting.'
You walk to the bar, you can feel half the room's eyes on you and receive a couple of whistles and shouts. [[You collect the drink|justTopDrink]]You head back out, you see Tasha waiting.
@@.mc;'I can't do it, I just want to work with the simple stuff not serving and whatever.'@@
'You just cost me $150. Whatever. I'm gonna take $100 out of your pay.'
@@.mc;'Oh come on, $100!?'@@
'Unless you want to lose your job.'
You decide not to press further. You do a bit more cleaning around the bar and eventually it gets to closing time. You wonder what really would have happened if you'd put on that stuff or who wanted you to. Guess that's just not your story.
You say goodbye to some of the girls and [[go home|afterBarNightOne]]You walk over to table 3, growing more and more self conscious. You're sure some of the guys are checking you out...
Cheryl is waiting for you. Of course.
@@.woman;'$name!'@@
@@.mc;'Hi. Here's your drink.'@@ You hand her the drink. @@.mc;'Do you want anything else?'@@ You try your best impression of a helpful waitress.
@@.woman;'What happened to the rest of your outfit?!'@@
@@.mc;'I thought this would be enough. I didn't really want to wear that stuff in front of people.'@@
@@.woman;'Aww you look cute. You would've looked even cuter with your a skirt and heels but whatever. You'd wear it in private then?'@@
@@.mc;'No I didn't mean-'@@
@@.woman;'Mmm well we'll see. Come sit with me!'@@ She pats the seat next to her.
You chat for a while. She seems very flirty with you, you wonder what she would have been like if you had worn it all. Eventually she has to go and you hug goodbye.
[[You get changed and go home|afterBarNightOne]]You walk over to table 3, growing more and more self conscious. It feels like all the guys in the room are checking you out...
Cheryl is waiting for you. Of course.
@@.woman;'$name!'@@
@@.mc;'Hi. Here's your drink.'@@ You hand her the drink. @@.mc;'Do you want anything else?'@@ You try your best impression of a helpful waitress.
@@.woman;'You make //such// a cute waitress! Far better than hiding out the back. I swear like all the guys were checking your ass out!'@@
You're taken back by this but at least it's a complement...
@@.woman;'Come on sit down with me.'@@ She pats the seat next to her.
You sit down<<if $chastityOn>> making sure to cross your legs so your chastity isn't on display<</if>>.
Cheryl gives your right thigh a squeeze. @@.woman;'Your outfit really shows how lovely and smooth your legs are!'@@ Her hand runs further up your thigh. @@.woman;'Would you like a reward for being such a good //boy//?'@@
@@.mc;'Oh you don't need to tip me it's fine I know Tasha said-'@@
@@.woman;'Well I wasn't quite thinking of //that// sort of reward, but now you mention it.'@@ She takes a 20 dollar note out of her purse and <<if $wearPinkThong>>snaps it to your hip using your thong.<<else>>places it down the side of your skirt.<</if>>
@@.mc;'You could have just given it to me. You know, in my hand...'@@
@@.woman;'But you have nowhere to keep it! I'm sure you'll get used to people doing that here. Anyway, do you want your //real// reward?'@@ You feel her finger tracking the outline of your <<if $chastityOn>>chastity cage.<<else>>cock.<</if>>
You can't pass this up. @@.mc;'Yes, yes please.'@@
@@.woman;'Meet me in the women's bathroom. Third stall. 5 minutes.'@@ She kisses you softly on your neck.
[[You watch her sashay away]]You walk over to table 3, growing more and more self conscious. You're sure some of the guys are checking you out...
Cheryl is waiting for you. Of course.
@@.woman;'$name!'@@
@@.mc;'Hi. Here's your drink.'@@ You hand her the drink. @@.mc;'Do you want anything else?'@@ You try your best impression of a helpful waitress.
@@.woman;'What happened to the rest of your outfit?!'@@
@@.mc;'I thought this would be enough. I didn't really want to wear that stuff in front of people...'@@
<<if $noKey>>@@.woman;'Why not?'@@
@@.mc;'It would be embarrassing...'@@
@@.woman;'Oh? What's wrong with a skirt and socks?'@@
@@.mc;'But everyone would see me in women's clothes and I. The skirt was so short.'@@
@@.woman;'Clothes are just clothes, you'd look nice. Plus your legs are so nice, those thighs need showing off. Flaunt it!'@@
@@.mc;'But people might see.'@@ You notice the lighting glint off the key between her hefty breasts. You lower your voice. @@.mc;'They might see the chastity cage.'@@
@@.woman;'Don't you like your little erection helper?'@@ She pouts.
@@.mc;'What would people think if they saw?!'@@
@@.woman;'Oh don't be so self conscious. Nobody would even notice, they're not all watching your every move!'@@
@@.mc;'I already had people starting at me in this stuff!'@@
[[Cheryl stands up next to you]]
<<else>>
@@.woman;'Aww you look cute. You would've looked even cuter with a skirt and socks! Do you mean you'd wear it in private??'@@
@@.mc;'No I didn't mean-'@@
@@.woman;'Mmm well we'll see. Come sit with me! You don't seem that great standing in those heels.'@@ She pats the seat next to her.
You chat for a while. She seems very flirty with you, you wonder what she would have been like if you had worn it all. Eventually she has to go and you hug goodbye.
[[You get changed and go home|afterBarNightOne]]
<</if>>She whispers next to year ear. @@.woman;'"You want to get out of it at some point, right?"@@
@@.mc;'Of course!'@@
@@.woman;'Well, I //suggest// you go and wear the skirt and socks for me.'@@
@@.mc;'What why do you want-'@@
@@.woman;'I just want to see you in them OK?!'@@
You can feel yourself squirming a bit as she gets close. That key is right there, you could just try taking the damn thing but then who knows what she'd do.
@@.woman;'Come with me or I'll make a scene. You don't want that on your first day of work. Work that //I// set up for you, remember?'@@ She grabs your hand and begins to walk while pulling you along. You struggle to keep up on your heels.
Eventually you end up back in the room where the skirt and socks remain. Along with your shoes and shirt.
Cheryl sits down crossing her legs and looks at you expectantly. @@.woman;'Put them on then.'@@
Putting them on in a room with just Cheryl isn't that bad is it? You take off your heels and pants. You slip the skirt on, it feels quite comfortable. The freedom it provides is certainly pleasant.
@@.woman;'See it covers your chastity!'@@
It does, barely. Any sort of misstep and it would become visible for anyone to see. Don't even think about bending over or sitting down.
Cheryl plays with the hem of your skirt, folding it a little. @@.woman;'I do like seeing it though...'@@ You fumble in response, making sure it is again covered. Cheryl laughs, clearing loving your predicament.
@@.woman;'Come on then, those socks and heels won't put on themselves!'@@
You pull the socks on and step back into the heels. [[Your look is complete]]@@.woman;'Perfect! See was that so bad?'@@
You do quite like the feel of the socks on your smooth legs and it's not like a skirt is any different to a small pair of shorts is it really? It's only a small bit of fabric missing giving you more room, no?
She takes your locked cock and balls in her hand. @@.woman;'Aren't you just //wonderful// like this? Now come on, let's go have a drink.'@@
@@.mc;'In front of everyone?!'@@
@@.woman;'Well no, I'm not getting you up on the stage just yet!'@@
@@.mc;'Don't even jo-'@@
She yanks your arm and you're at the bar in what seems like a flash with Cheryl ordering.
@@.woman;'Two of your girliest drinks please!'@@
'Girliest?' The bartender responds. You don't think you saw her earlier, hopefully she doesn't recognise you. 'Well I can do a Daiquiri. Or there's a special on, a Blow Job.'
@@.woman;'Oh yes, we'd both //love// to do a Blow Job!'@@
'Coming right up!'
You perch yourself on a bar stool, making sure that your skirt rests on top of your privates. You want to keep them //private// after all.
@@.woman;'Look at us! A pair of hotties at the bar. I wonder if any guys will come up to us? Maybe they'll order a blow job too!'@@
You have your drinks, it's almost sickly sweet.
<<if $biancaRace>>\You feel a large hand on your shoulder. You jolt around. It's Marcus.
'Hey girls, how's it going?'
@@.woman;'Even better now.'@@ She turns to him and leans forward slightly as if to accentuate her breasts. You are extremely aware of the key hanging freely right inbetween them. You feel as though Marcus is looking right at it, but he's probably just checking out her tits, right?
'I'm Marcus. What are you girls drinking tonight?'
@@.woman;'Well we're doing blow jobs right now!'@@ Cheryl giggles and touches Marcus's arm.
'Well isn't that something. I was really looking to get one of those.'
@@.woman;'Oh I'm sure you can get one of those anytime you like.'@@
'Really? Is there a service I can get into contact with?' He leans onto the bar, cutting right inbetween you and Cheryl.
@@.woman;'//Well//. I do know of one. But it has very //demanding// standards. It has to be a ''big'' problem that needs fixing.'@@ You can see her hand moving, it looks as though it's probably on Marcus' thigh.
'Does it seem like my problem is large enough?'
@@.woman;'Oh more than enough. I think you need a special service very soon. Just leave your contact details in my phone and I'll be sure to fix you up.'@@ He put his digits in her phone.
'Well, I do hope you get into contact soon. The problem won't get any smaller.' He turns to you. 'See you around $name.' Oh God he did recognize you. Another woman he's gone for with you right there...
@@.woman;'Sorry about that. Do you know Marcus?'@@
@@.mc;'Sort of. It doesn't matter.'@@
Cheryl has to go. <<if $cheryl gte 1>>She gives you a big kiss on your cheek.<</if>>
You watch her leave.It's time to go get changed. Afterwards you [[head back home|afterBarNightOne]]
<<else>>@@.woman;'Oh look at the time! I can't believe it's that late, I really have to go. This has been great though.'@@ <<if $cheryl gte 1>>She throws her arms around you and gives you a big kiss on your cheek.<</if>>
You watch her leave. It's time to go get changed. Afterwards you [[head back home|afterBarNightOne]]
<</if>><<if $chastityOn is true and $noKey isnot true>>You wait long enough and begin to go to the bathroom. But a horrible thought strikes you. Where is your chastity key?! How are you going to get out of this. You head back to the room where you changed.
You search through your clothes but can't seem to find it. Oh please don't let this ruin your chance. Come on come on you have to find it somewhere here...
You keep searching...
...
...
Ah! Its managed to go halfway across the room but you're sure that's it. Yes it is!<</if>>\
You go to the bathroom and enter the third stall. Sure enough, Cheryl is there.
<<if $chastityOn is true and $noKey isnot true>>@@.woman;'What took you so long?! I thought you weren't going to come!'@@
@@.mc;'Sorry! Bit of trouble finding the key you know...'@@
@@.woman;'Did I say you needed your key?'@@
@@.mc;'Well no but-'@@
@@.woman;'Don't be so presumptuous! You're very lucky that you do in fact need it.
<<else>>\
@@.woman;'Ready for your reward?'@@<</if>>\
<<if $chastityOn>>She gets on her knees with key in hand. @@.woman;'Come on strip off!'@@ You present your caged cock to her. @@.woman;'There it is.'@@ You hear a click and feel her take it off. Sweet release.<<else>>She gets on her knees. @@.woman;'Come on strip off!'@@ You present your cock to her.<</if>>
She takes your cock in her hand and you immediately get erect. @@.woman;'Does this feel good $name?'@@ She strokes gently around the head of your erect member. She begins to stroke up and down the shaft, skilfully picking up the pace as well as playing with your balls. @@.woman;'Do you want to cum on my tits?'@@
@@.mc;'Uhh yes.'@@ You can feel yourself getting close. @@.mc;'God yes.'@@
Cheryl giggles. @@.woman;'That won't be happening. It's good to know you'd //like// that. Most guys do.'@@
@@.mc;'I'm gonna cum!'@@
@@.woman;'That didn't take long!'@@
<<if $chastityOn is true and $noKey isnot true>>Cheryl suddenly takes her hands off your cock and balls.
@@.mc;'Cheryl??'@@
@@.woman;'Never keep a girl waiting $name.'@@ You can see a look of irritation on her face. She pulls your skirt back up and gives your balls a sharp tap. You can feel your erection going with the mild shock of pain. She puts the chastity cage back on and you hear that click.
@@.woman;'Meet me at the table in 5 minutes. Don't be late!@@ She exits the cubicle. Your are impossibly horny. At least she didn't take the key, you clasp it in your hand. Just your luck...would this have happened if she had the key? You don't have time to get this thing back off and get off, and dressed like this. Would you really masturbate dressed like this?!
[[Eventually you go to leave the bathroom|afterBarBathroom2]]
<<else>>She quickly has you spurting out your cum. This might be the best orgasms you've ever had, even if it is just from a handjob. Even being a locked for a short period makes this feel extra special. Not to mention it's a woman as goergeous Cheryl doing it.
In your moment of ecstasy it takes you a while to notice Cheryl's fingers on your lips. Wait, what's that? What's that salty...Is that //cum//?!
@@.woman;'Come on, spitters are quitters. Swallow it down!'@@
@@.mc;'What?! Why did you?!'@@ You splurt, with your mouth full of your own ejaculate.
@@.woman;'Well I didn't want to make a mess. And anyway, you'd have to clean it up...so it's quicker this way. It's only cum, don't be a sissy.'@@ She hold your jaw and tips it back. You gulp it down. That thick, salty substance...not that it was //that// bad. You don't want to admit that though.
@@.woman;'See, that wasn't so bad. You swallowed it like a champ. My first time had me wretching.'@@
<<if $noKey>>Cheryl gets to the ground again and starts fiddling with your cock. Is she going to...again? Oh no. She's putting your chastity cage back on. Click. She places the key between those bounteous breasts once more.<</if>>
@@.woman;'Meet me back out in the bar in 5 minutes.'@@ She exits the cubicle.
[[Eventually you go to leave the bathroom|afterBarBathroom2][$cumSwallowBathroom to true, $cum to $cum + 1, $gay to $gay + 1]]
<</if>><<if $biancaRace>>You look for Cheryl, she's at the same table. But this time she's with someone...is that? That's Marcus isn't it?
Cheryl is sat on his lap. She waves at you. @@.woman;'Come on!'@@
You make your way nervously to the table, unsure as to what to really make of Marcus and his new interest in Cheryl.
@@.woman;'$name this is Marcus!'@@ You can see her hand resting on his thigh. Over a particularly girthy bulge.
'$name? Wait, $name who, you were with Bianca $name? Damn! I didn't recognise...in //that//.'
@@.mc;'Yeah I know...'@@
'You some kind of sissy boi? That make sense. Tell you what, you can leave me and Cheryl here alone. I can take care of her for you.'
@@.woman;'Marcus! He is not a sissy boy! And $name will be joining us.'@@
'What? Come on, this guy? //Guy//.'
@@.woman;'Yes!'@@
'So you friends then? Huh. Well whatever, you chicks love a gay best friend.'
Cheryl stands gets off his lap. @@.woman;'$name isn't gay! Well no I mean he might but that's got nothing to do with anything.'@@
'Yeah yeah, come on look at him. But if you're gonna be like that you can give me your phone and then I'll get going.'
@@.woman;'My phone?'@@
'Yeah, I know you want my number.' He stands up, towering over both of you.
@@.woman;'Oh.'@@ She hesitates. She gives you a glance, clearly conflicted you can tell she wasn't happy with how he was with but. She still takes her phone from out of her bag. @@.woman;'Whatever, go on.'@@ He puts his digits in.
'I can tell you're gonna be a fun one. Feisty, I like that.' He leaves.
@@.woman;'Sorry about that $name, I didn't know.'@@
@@.mc;'Still let him give you his number...'@@
@@.woman;'I //know//. He's still hot. I hate that. Sort of.'@@ You wonder if Marcus will be cumming on those breasts any time soon. You'd probably bet he will be.
It's getting late and Cheryl needs to go. [[You get dressed and go home|afterBarNightOne]]
<<else>>You go and sit back down with Cheryl. You can feel her foot playfully brushing your calf and she smiles at you.
@@.woman;'I've had a great time tonight $name. I think you'll be great at your new job, I can't wait to watch you strutting around this place like you own it!'@@
You blush. Cheryl being so positive towards you feels so nice.
@@.woman;'You //might// need some dancing lessons. But I'm sure we can sort that out.'@@
@@.mc;'I think I might you know just work normally. You're not going to be getting me serving you every evening like this.'@@
Cheryl grins at you. @@.woman;'You never know.'@@
@@.mc;'Well I know you won't be tomorrow at least.'@@
@@.woman;'Mmm why's that?'@@
@@.mc;'It's my day off!'@@
@@.woman;'Ooooh! That's even more perfect. You can serve me like this at my place instead. I could get a few girlfriends round, you can be our private bargirl!'@@
@@.mc;'What?!'@@
@@.woman;'Hahaha look at your pretty little face. You never know though.'@@
Eventually it's time for her to go. [[You get dressed and head home|afterBarNightOne]]
<</if>><<goto [[Credits]]>><<goto [[Credits]]>><<goto [[Credits]]>><<goto [[Credits]]>><<goto [[Credits]]>><<audio ":playing" stop>>
<<if $sph gte 2>><<goto [[sphNight2]]>>
<<elseif $blueGString is true>>\
You wake up, you feel pretty damn tired. Your g-string is digging into you. You realize you actually now can see what your new bedroom is like...
<img src="images/bedroom1.jpg" alt="bedroom" width=100% class="white-border">
Not too bad you suppose, actually rather tasteful.
You exit your bedroom and head to the bathroom. It's only once you get halfway there that you notice Marion looking at you, she averts her gaze.
[[You rush into the bathroom|bathroomfirstday][$marionBlue to true]]
<<else>>\
You wake up, you feel pretty damn tired.
You realize you actually now can see what your new bedroom is like...
[img[images/bedroom1.jpg]]
Not too bad you suppose, actually rather tasteful.
[[You head to the bathroom.|bathroomfirstday]]
<</if>><<run UIBar.unstow()>>
<img src="images/washHands.gif" style="float:left;margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;width:35%" class="white-border">You begin to wash up in the clean, tasteful bathroom. You use some soap lying on the side and begin to wash yourself, using water from the large, oval shaped sink. You finishe with your legs, arms and chest. <<if $laceBody>>You rub your backside. You guess it is sort of soft...but I mean, it's not that girly is it? Would it even matter if it was? Cheryl was just playing around wasn't she, just treating you like that in a friendly teasing way, right?<</if>>
You begin to wash your face, and look into the mirror as you do so. <<if $lips gte 1>>Your lips...they //have// changed, haven't they? You run your fingers over them, feeling to see how. They don't seem hugely different? Maybe you're just imagining things. It could just be the lipstick from yesterday, some sort of residue. Why did you have to leave it on for so long? They can't really have become bigger...<</if>>
You finish up and look for some sort of shampoo to do your hair. You try to search around the bathroom, but it's difficult to find anything among the myriad of different types of makeup, foams, waxes and whatever else. <<if $lipstick is true>>And all those shades of lipstick...none seem to be quite like what Cheryl put on you yesterday. Maybe you could experiment? Or...nevermind.<</if>> You eventually find a shampoo bottle and give your hair a quick rinse. You decide not rummage through the cupboard anymore as you don't want to annoy off your two new roommates, especially with how controlling they seemed.
[[You go to your room to get dressed]]<<if $blueGString is true>>\
<img alt="Pink Panties" src="images/pinkPanties.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;width: 45%" class="white-border">"You can't wear the g-string two days in a row, you have a choice but do you really want to make that decision? You resolve to reach into your bag and deal with whatever comes first, closing your eyes through trepidation.
Ah, great. You open your eyes and see yourself clutching something bright pink. These must be the 'pretty pink ones' that Cheryl referred to earlier, the fabric is incredibly soft and smooth. Thankfully they're not a thong , so they won't be giving you any trouble. You...//you quite like them don't you?//
<<set $wearPinkPanties to true, $wearBlueGString to false>>
<</if>>\
<<if $cherSnap1 is true>>\
You check your phone, Cheryl has left you a text. You don't really want to open it, you don't want to be teased about Brad having a bigger dick...?
@@.woman;- $name! I'm so sorry. Forget I sent that stuff last night, ok? I was just excited and drunk I don't know what came over me. I guess it could've seemed insulting, you're not that small don't worry!@@<<if $mastBathroom is true>> @@.woman;I guess I was just feeling a little vindictive after catching you in the bathroom yesterday...Call it even? xxx@@
Well, that's a relief you guess. You reply saying you'll call it even.
<<else>>\
@@.woman;- I'm so sorry! Forget what I said about you know. That. Forgive me? xxx@@
You feel a bit relieved, you reply saying you forgive her.
<</if>>\
@@.woman;- Great! Sorry again! Feel free to pop round the café again! xxx@@
You suppose you could, maybe you'll end up having a more normal chat with Cheryl this time?
<</if>>\
You get dressed and go to the kitchen for [[some breakfast]]You rummage through the cupboards searching for something to eat. You're not gonna last long on low fat yogurt and muesli, but it'll have to do for today.
You hear some footsteps approaching the kitchen, a man appears. Very tall, well dressed and groomed.
'Oh, you must be....$name?'
You nod, your mouth full.
'Yeah of course Paris said she had a new roommate, I sort of forgot it was a dude haha. I don't think she's had another guy round these parts! I'll be watching you! It'll be good to have a dude around rather than the incessant girl talk.' He laughs and picks up the yogurt pot, gulping must of it down. 'Anyway man, I've gotta go, nice meeting you 'n' all. I'm Mike by the way'
He turns around and exits the room. You hear him shout 'Bye Paris!' and a reply of @@.paris;'bye babe!'@@
[[Marion enters the Kitchen.]]@@.marion;'Oh stop it Paris'@@ Marion snaps. @@.marion;'Are you really talking about this over breakfast, and don't make me sound like some sort of voyeur!'@@
@@.paris;'Here we go again, stop acting up for our new //male// roommate. Don't pretend you haven't asked me all the juicy details and how big Mike is.'@@
@@.marion;'But that's just with you! Not with $name here.'@@
@@.paris;'Yeah I'm sure a guy is really horrified to hear women talking about sex, sure.'@@
@@.marion;'Whatever, don't say I didn't warn you about this.'@@
@@.paris;'Stop being so melodramatic, it'll all be fine, I'm not gonna change for a new roommate anyway, even if you aren't comfortable now $name, I'm sure you'll change, for me.'@@
You don't really think it's any worse than anything else they've asked for so you don't object.
Marion looks slightly bemused at this, but not unhappy. @@.marion;'Well, then maybe having a guy live with us won't be so bad. Not a guy like you anyway.'@@ She looks at Paris, @@.marion;'Go on then, //details//.'@@
@@.paris;'Well, I won't be walking properly all day...'@@
@@.marion;'How many times have I told you Paris, you need to bring a //different// type of guy home, guys like that can't be good for you in the long run.'@@
@@.paris;'I can't help it if I have a type! I thought I'd get a bit more used to them though...but Mike still stretches me ''so'' much.'@@
[[Marion turns to you]]You head to the bathroom wondering if this is what living with these two is going to be like...you didn't know they were actually serious about you effectively being their errand boy.
You open the washing basket and a heavy stench of perfume hits your nose, you feel slightly overpowered by the smell.
You sort through the garments, putting them into a bag to take to the launderette. You're half scandalised and half turned on by some of the items, wistfully imaginig living with two women who would wear these sorts of things. This is your new reality though, and while you suspect it's mainly Paris with the most outrageous selection, you're sure some of it is also Marion's.
<<if $cuck gte 2>>With it all sorted you [[set off to the launderette|armThought]]
<<elseif $marionBlue>>With it all sorted you [[set off to the launderette|marionBlueThought]]
<<else>>With it all sorted you [[set off to the launderette]]
<</if>><img src="images/carmen.gif" alt="carmen" style="float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0px;" class="white-border">You enter the launderette. An auburn haired lady who seems to be in her late 30s, with huge, voluptuous breasts spilling out of her top walks over to you.
@@.carmen;'Hi there! How can I help you today?'@@
@@.mc;'I've just got some clothes that need a wash, nothing fancy.'@@
@@.carmen;'Alright then! Come over to the counter with me and we'll sort things out.'@@
She takes the bag off you and places it on the counter and opens it.
@@.carmen;'This won't take long sir, you can take a seat if you'd like.'@@ She smiles and motions towards some chair at the side of the room.
You turn around and head towards the seats, but before you can get halfway the woman calls out: @@.carmen;'Sir? Erm, could you come back to the counter please.'@@
You turn around and a wave of embarrassment strikes. You see the woman holding a purple bra with her eyebrows arched. @@.carmen;'Are these yours sir?'@@
[['Well no, but...']]@@.carmen;'I'm sorry sir but we don't serve customers who don't bring their own clothes, not without prior warning anyway.'@@
@@.mc;'Really? But how can you know if I brought in some random guy's clothes and passed them off as my own?'@@
@@.carmen;'Well, we can't know always, but come on sir, this seems obvious enough doesn't it?'@@
You really need to get these clothes cleaned, you don't want the risk of being kicked out by Paris and Marion so quickly...
@@.mc;'Please miss, I just moved in to a new place and my roommates asked a favor from me...I don't want to get off to a bad start with them...'@@
@@.carmen;'Hmmm, you expect me to believe that some women whom you barely know wanted you to clean their clothes? Including their underwear? Don't take me to be so naive, I've known enough men like you. Now unless you have an actual, legitimate reason I think it's time for you to leave.'@@ The woman gives you a look of contempt and folds her arms.
[[You could continue to insist, hoping for some pity]]
[[You could give up and leave, worrying about the consequences]]
[[You could try a new tactic and say they are actually your own]]@@.mc;'They really are, please trust me. I've just moved here and got a new place, I need this to get on the good side of the two women I'll be living with...please.'@@
You're obvious desperation seems to give her cause to question what she was thinking. @@.carmen;'So...you're out running errands for two women you barely know...why exactly? You're not their servant.'@@
@@.mc;'I guess I sort of am...the place was cheap with a bit of a weird contract, I have to do their household chores and other things...'@@
@@.carmen;'Oh pull the other one, this just sounds like the fantasy of some guy who wants to be at the mercy of dominant women.'@@ She sits up on the counter, looking down on you. @@.carmen;'Like being //bossed// around do you?'@@
@@.mc;'No, no really. They could kick me out if I don't comply...'@@
@@.carmen;'//Really// now. That //is// interesting.' The woman smiles, a sharp and cruel grin. 'Well, I suppose I could make an exception, for such a //desperate// man.'@@
@@.mc;'Thank you, thank you so much.'@@
@@.carmen;'Don't thank me yet boy. You haven't earned it yet.'@@
@@.mc;'It's just some washing...please, I'd be a paying customer...'@@
@@.carmen;'Sure, you'll be a paying customer. But it's not just washing now is it. It's the roof over your head, and it's up to me isn't it. I'd do what the woman who controls whether you have a home or not says, if I were you. You're already a bitch for two women it seems, why not me as well?'@@ [[She places her foot on your chest, digging the spike in slightly.]]You can't think of a good reason. You tell her you'll take your business elsewhere.
@@.carmen;'I'll be keeping these. You can come back with these supposed women if they really are theirs, otherwise I'll ask around and see if someone's had their clothes gone missing. Now get out pervert.'@@
[[You leave|AfterLaund][$negLaundry to true]]@@.mc;'Well, actually.'@@ You continue trying to search for the right words for this...situation. @@.mc;'They're actually...mine.'@@
@@.carmen;'Oh //really// now.'@@ She looks at the bra she's holding. @@.carmen;'Is that right? I'm not sure you would fill an D-cup, I think you should go and get re-measured, you've been had. I bet you'd look great with a fantastic set of tits though sir, if you did actually want to make use of a bra like this.'@@
You don't think she's going to be fooled into thinking these are actually yours, and it's not as though you're ever going to grow a large pair of breasts...
@@.carmen;'No, //sir//. I'm not buying it. I'd need proof of some sort.'@@
@@.mc;'Proof? How?'@@
@@.carmen;'Well a photo would do I suppose. I can't say we really have a protocol for a situation like this, I'm open to other suggestions.'@@
[[You can't really think of anything, you're out of luck.]]
<<if $wearPinkPanties>>\
[[Well, you are wearing panties...]]
<</if>>@@.mc;'Erm...well...what if I was sort of wearing something similar.'@@
@@.carmen;'Hmmmm, such as?'@@
@@.mc;'Well, uh, what about underwear?'@@
@@.carmen;'You're wearing women's underwear...//right now//?'@@
@@.mc;'If I was would you wash these clothes?'@@
@@.carmen;'Well...I //suppose// so. It would be sort of believable...as long as they're //sexy//.'@@ She leans over the counter with a wry smile.
@@.mc;'Oh come on.'@@
@@.carmen;'Oh come on what? Look at some of the stuff in here, you in some granny panties wouldn't exactly convince me...'@@ She looks you up and down. @@.carmen;'How about some stockings and a garter belt?'@@
You stammer @@.mc;'I-I-I...'@@
@@.carmen;'Come on then, show me whatever it is you've got on. You weren't making it up were you?'@@
@@.mc;'No...I really am. It's a long story...If you really have to know I've got a pair of panties on...'@@ You can't believe yet another woman knows you've worn women's underwear...
@@.carmen;'Come on then, prove it.'@@
You pull down the side of your trousers to [[show a glimpse of the pink fabric.]]@@.mc;'Come on, isn't this going a bit far I mean, I just want some clothes washed.'@@
Carmen places her hand on the nape of your neck. @@.carmen;'And if you want them washed, you'll do this for me.'@@ She pushes you down over the counter, positioning you with your butt sticking out, almost in a seductive position, back arched. @@.carmen;'That's better, hold still.'@@
''THWACK''
...
''THWACK''
...
''THWACK''
Carmen smacks your ass three times, leaving it sore. She grabs your hair. @@.carmen;'You really should't sigh when I tell you to do something. It's not proper behavior.'@@
@@.mc;'OK, OK. Sorry. Have you finished?'@@ Did you really just let her spank you? And so casually without much of a fight? You do really need to get those clothes washed but still...
@@.carmen;'Sorry what?'@@
[['Sorry Mistress Carmen?']]@@.carmen;'Did I say you could stand up?'@@ Carmen scolds you.
@@.mc;'No...'@@
@@.carmen;'Well then, get back down. You look much better on your knees.'@@
You kneel again, looking at her beautiful, increasingly domineering, figure.
@@.carmen;'My eyes are up here boy, consider yourself lucky to even be looking at them. If you want to get up you're going to have to ask first, understand? Do it nicely.'@@ She folds her arms.
You pause, unsure what to say.
@@.carmen;'Unless you like being on your knees, hmmm?'@@
@@.mc;'Please Mistress Carmen. May I be allowed to stand up?'@@
@@.carmen;'Well, OK. That was just about adequate. You can get up as long as you help me sort through this unorganized mess of clothes you've brought in.'@@
You steadily sort through Paris' and Marion's clothes. You feel yourself getting pretty comfortable with handling their intimate garments. [[The feel of them is far from unpleasant]]@@.carmen;'No. No you may not.'@@
@@.mc;'But...please? I really need to find a job and sort some other things out.'@@
@@.carmen;'I said no. Not if you want these clothes back anyway, I have a few jobs you can do in the mean time since you did so well earlier.'@@
@@.mc;'Why? Can't you just let me go, why are you forcing me?'@@
@@.carmen;'Because I have leverage dear, why //wouldn't// I use it. Not to mention I think the lady doth protest too much!'@@
@@.mc;'Of course I protest, I just want some clothes cleaned and you use it to make me kiss your heels!'@@
@@.carmen;'And you had so much fun you did it twice! And now you bring it up again, it's //almost// as though you secretly want to. But no, I won't give you that pleasure, I have other //plans// for you.'@@ She grins.
@@.mc;'Oh what now?'@@
@@.carmen;'$name. I don't appreciate that tone you know. Wait here a moment and I'll be back with your job.'@@
You wait begrudgingly, wishing you had the balls to stand up to this woman but wondering what you could do, run home with a bunch of wet clothes? Force her with brute strength and risk a visit from the police and a ton of hassle? No...you just want things to go smoothly and easily...it's always easier if you're compliant.
[[Carmen returns]]Carmen strides back into the room, grasping a bucket and scrubbing brush.
@@.carmen;'Right then! Since you enjoyed being on your knees so much I'll let you do it again. The floor could do with a clean and it's nothing a bit of elbow grease won't sort out.'@@
You take the bucket and brush, resigned to having to follow orders for the next couple of hours. Carmen sits down, putting her feet up on the counter. Her skirt rides up her thigh, displaying her firms legs. You get on with your task.
@@.carmen;'Aaah, I could get used to this. You're an excellent little helper you know, I'll have to keep you around.'@@
<<if $wearPinkPanties>>\
Carmen stands up, straightens out her skirt and walks over to you. @@.carmen;'Well well well. Maybe the washing //is// yours.'@@
You look up at Carmen, standing over you. @@.mc;'What? Why are you saying that.'@@
@@.carmen;'Wear pink panties regularly do we?'@@
You hastily pull your shirt down, trying to hide your underwear poking out over the top of your trousers.
@@.carmen;'Don't be shy! It doesn't bother me if you like to wear women's underwear.'@@
@@.mc;'They're not mine, really.'@@
@@.carmen;'So you're a panty //thief// are you?'@@
@@.mc;'No, really it's a long story. They aren't my roommates' either...'@@
@@.carmen;'Oh now this is a story you'll have to tell me some time! Makes sense you were so easy to boss around if you like being forced into panties anyway doesn't it?'@@
<<set $sissyMaid to true, $crossdress to $crossdress + 1>>
<</if>>\
[[The machine signals it's finished]]@@.carmen;'Alright, come on you can finish up with that and help me sort out and fold this stuff.'@@
You help, enjoying the soft touch of fabric once more as well as the sensuous flowery smell...must be something one of the cleaning products has in it you think.
@@.carmen;'You really are a natural for this stuff you know. Say, you said you were struggling for a job didn't you? How about becoming a cleaner or housekeeper?'@@
@@.mc;'Really? I can't see myself doing that...I can't imagine it being that rewarding.'@@
@@.carmen;'Well //anything// can be rewarding with the right employer you know. You'd make a great maid for sure.'@@
@@.mc;'A //maid//?'@@
@@.carmen;'Yeah! Thinking about it I could do with someone doing stuff around my house, it tends to be a bit neglected, what with running this place.'@@
@@.mc;'I mean...I guess I could? For some extra cash occasionally...'@@
@@.carmen;'That's more like it. I assure you, you'd be well //rewarded//. It's not like you'd have to wear a uniform if that's what you're thinking. I mean, unless you //want// to of course.'@@
Of course you wouldn't...surely not, never. You wonder why she emphasised the word rewarded, and why did you switch from cleaner to //maid//? This gives you pause for thought but, you really need to get your head down and get on with things. You simply aren't in a position of strength when it comes to trying to get money. You're over the proverbial barrel, but maybe it'll be a table?
[[Moving on, you finish folding][$cash to $cash -10]]@@.carmen;'Alright my littler helper, that'll be $15 please.'@@
You begin to reach into your wallet.
@@.mc;'Actually since you've been such a compliant little thing, make it $10.' She winks at you, 'I treat obedience well.'@@
You say thank you and pay up, with a sense of unease, feeling as though they way her eyes linger over you contain something of the wolf surveying its prey...you must be overthinking this, she only got you to do most of the work you were supposed to pay her for anyway. Oh and the kneeling...and licking...and taking a spanking...but was it, bad, really? You got a $5 discount, that's a win //right//?
Carmen takes your hand, @@.carmen;'there's my number, I really think you'd be a perfect fit.'@@
[[You head out, finally|AfterLaund][$carmenNumber to true, $negLaundry to false, $carmenWork to true, $maid to $maid + 1, $heels to $heels + 1, $submissive to $submissive + 1, $laundryMaid to true]]Carmen sifts through the bag. @@.carmen;'You do have excellent taste dear.'@@ She lifts up a particularly tiny beige g-string and chuckles. @@.carmen;'I really can't imagine how you squeeze into some of these things, most of the guys I've been with would rip through these in an instant. All girls do pay a price to look good I suppose, I don't think my ribs have recovered from the last corset I wore.'@@
You nod and agree, trying to keep your eyes fixed on the floor out of embarrassment.
@@.carmen;'I'm jealouse of some of these stockings...you have quite the collection you know. How long have you been buying this stuff?'@@
How long would it take for someone to get all this stuff? What's a reasonable amount? @@.mc;'Erm...about 2 years I guess?'@@
@@.carmen;'Hmmm, so a bit of experience but still quite...fresh. Do people know you like this stuff?'@@
@@.mc;'No, no they don't. I've only just moved here anyway.'@@
@@.carmen;'So you just walk into a launderette and expect nobody to notice? Or perhaps, did you want an //attractive// woman to find out your //proclivity//?'@@
@@.mc;'Uhh actually I just assumed a launderette would be self service...'@@
@@.carmen;'Haha oh hun you really are new here! We're allll about customer ''service'' in this town!'@@
@@.mc;'Well, that's nice I guess.'@@
She flashes you a big smile. @@.carmen;'I hope I didn't embarrass you //too// much. Though it was fun to watch you squirm a bit. Not that you put up too much resistance! Maybe you enjoyed outing yourself to me hmmm?'@@
You guess it would seem you were willing...but she didn't believe your predicament and you were desperate. You didn't actually want to show her did you, deep down? Impossible. @@.mc;'I-'@@
@@.carmen;'Oh I better get the rest of this done.'@@
[[Carmen puts your washing on]]@@.carmen;'I'll be sure to put them on a delicate wash for you, wouldn't want to spoil your enjoyment of these.'@@
@@.mc;'Thanks,'@@ you reply. Wondering how much longer you're going to have to pretend you're a crossdresser for. Does it count as pretending if you're actually wearing panties? You try to stop thinking about it.
@@.carmen;'Do you just have girly underwear then?'@@
@@.mc;'Uhhh, yes?'@@
@@.carmen;'So is it a sexual thing? Or I guess cause you've kept it private and don't go out in normal women's clothes?'@@
@@.mc;'Why are you asking me all these questions?!'@@ Will she stop asking you all this embarrassing stuff? Please let her stop.
@@.carmen;'Oh come on it's interesting! It's not everyday a guy wearing panties comes in with a huge bag of sexy underwear!'@@
@@.mc;'I guess not.'@@
@@.carmen;'Well then, does it turn you on?'@@
You think back to getting hard at Cheryl's. It doesn't excit you does it? It was just because of being around a bombshell like her, surely...Why would wearing this stuff excite you sexually, it doesn't make sense.
@@.mc;'No, it's not a sexual thing'@@ you say trying to remain calm.
@@.carmen;'Hmmm, then what, just a bit of fun? Want to feel pretty?'@@
@@.mc;'I...just a bit of fun I guess?'@@
@@.carmen;'You //guess//? All this stuff and you //guess//. Well I //guess// you're just too shy to let on. Well, we all need our own secrets. I'll go get on with some more work, your stuff shouldn't be too long.'@@
You wait for it to complete. Carmen gets on with some paperwork and deals with other customers.
[[Your load appears to be finished]]@@.carmen;'Alright $name your stuff is done. That'll be $15 please.'@@
You hand over the money and take the bag of clothes back.
@@.carmen;'It's been a pleasure to meet you! Please do come again, your stuff is in safe hands here!'@@ Carmen laughs.
@@.mc;'Thanks Carmen.'@@
She grabs your hand, @@.carmen;'here's my number. We should go shopping sometime! I'd love to get you some stuff that isn't just underwear!'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah...uhh maybe, I guess.'@@
@@.carmen;'Oh we really should.'@@ She winks at you, @@.carmen;'you could show me how you squeeze into that g-string as well.'@@
You say you'll consider it, while trying to make a quick exit.
[[You exit|AfterLaund][$negLaundry to false, $exhibition to $exhibition + 1, $carmenShopping to true, $carmenNumber to true, $ass to $ass + 1, $crossdress to $crossdress + 1, $laundryShowOff to true]]<<if $negLaundry is not true>>\
You head back to your place to drop the laundry off.
<</if>>\
You decide to put what happened at the launderette behind you, for now at least. You still need to find a job, you have a few potential options, and money is sort of important to living. Nevertheless, you still feel an urge to see Cheryl. You can put the job hunt off for a little longer.
<<if $laundryShowOff is true>>
[[You head to the Cafe|laundryShowOffThought]]
<<elseif $laundryMaid is true>>
[[You head to the Cafe|laundryHeelsThought]]
<<else>>
[[You head to the Cafe]]
<</if>>@@.mc;'I...I don't know how to prove it.'@@
@@.carmen;'Well if that's the case, then I'll just be holding on to these. Goodbye sir.'@@
@@.mc;'What? No give them back to me.'@@
@@.carmen;'No, these aren't yours. If there's a real mistake then I am sorry, but as far as I know you've stolen some poor woman's underwear. So please leave sir.'@@
You don't know what to do, you don't want to cause a scene...
[[You leave.|AfterLaund][$negLaundry to true]]As you enter Cheryl notices you, @@.woman;'Heyyy how's my new favorite person?'@@
She gives you a big friendly hug and genuinely looks happy to see you.
<<if $cafeBluePanties>>\
@@.woman;'Soooo. Are you wearing anything //special// today?'@@ She grins at you expectantly.
@@.mc;'Uhhh, such as?'@@
@@.woman;'Don't play dumb! How's the underwear situation today?'@@
@@.mc;'You know I haven't exactly had much choice to not-'@@
@@.woman;'Oh but you had //plenty// of choice.'@@
@@.mc;'But not...you've got me wearing women's...'@@
@@.woman;'You've still had a choice!'@@
@@.mc;'Not one that I want!'@@
@@.woman;'Oh don't be that way. The blue ones were good yesterday!'@@
@@.mc;'But still I don't-'@@
@@.woman;'//Stop//. You don't need to put up this act OK? I mean fine I know you're not going to put on the //pink// ones, but come on it's just a bit of fun!'@@
@@.mc;'Fine...I'm just still not used to you know...wearing...'@@
@@.woman;'Don't worry $name! I'll get you trained up! So come on, which have you got on today? hmmm?'@@
You blush. Why did she have to [[say that about the pink...]]
<<else>>
@@.woman;'Sooo got any plans for today? How's the job hunt?'@@
@@.mc;'I have a few options...I just haven't decided yet.'@@
@@.woman;'Well don't forget I can hook you up!'@@
@@.mc;'I might, I'm not sure about the rest of my options really.'@@
@@.woman;'I'm sure mine would be a lot of fun, it's a new club or bar or something I think, so I'm sure there'll be lots of pretty girls there for you!'@@
That doesn't sound bad now does it?
@@.woman;'So yeah let me know...we can do it now if you want?'@@
[[You decide to accept the offer, it sounds better than the others][$barJob to true]] Dev note - for now please accept this
[[No, you can't see yourself working at a club or bar...and feel you've already encountered more pretty girls than you can handle|thischoice2]]
<</if>>@@.woman;'Aww, there goes my plan for trying to get some free drinks at the weekends! Oh well good luck with whatever you do, keep me posted yeah?'@@
@@.mc;'Sure, I'll let you know.'@@
[[You chat for a while longer and head back home][$needJob to true]]@@.woman;'This is becoming a regular thing now isn't it $name?!'@@
You enter the women's bathroom and Cheryl turns to you expectantly.
You stand, waiting for her to at least say something.
@@.woman;'Come on then $name! I thought you'd know what to do by now. Pull them down!'@@
You compliantly reveal your underwear, not really thinking twice about the situation. It's almost becoming normal.
Cheryl grins and claps excitedly. @@.woman;'OMG!! You really are! Oh this is //so// good!'@@
You begin to cover yourself up.
@@.woman;'Did I say get dressed?'@@
@@.mc;'No but-'@@
@@.woman;'Are you not enjoying this like I am? Don't you want to have fun with me?'@@ She pouts.
@@.mc;'Sure but-'@@
@@.woman;'Well then! But you don't seem to be //enjoying// this as much as yesterday I must say...'@@
@@.mc;'Err, what's the difference?'@@
@@.woman;'Well look a little $name there, yesterday he was at full attention!'@@
@@.mc;'I mean I don't know@@ [[I don't control it...']]You wait a while, dressing yourself in the mean time. You can't quite work out if you hope Cheryl finds what she's looking for or not. You suppose she's right, it isn't really right to wear panties with hairy legs, is it? It would look better, no? You can't reject Cheryl with her being so enthusiastic.
Cheryl returns with a slight skip in her step. @@.woman;'I found some wax strips! I'd forgotten I had these, to think I was just going to settle for shaving you, waxing will leave you nice and shiny!'@@
You hadn't considered this might be painful...why couldn't it just be a quick shave. @@.mc;'Err, will it hurt?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh don't be a sissy $name! It's worth it, now come on, off with your clothes!'@@
@@.mc;'All of them?'@@
@@.woman;'We wouldn't want to risk getting wax on them. It'll make it easier'@@
She begins to pull strip your bottom half, panties too. @@.woman;'Come on take your shirt off, there's nothing to be embarrassed about now I've seen it all before.'@@
You comply. You strip completely, shoes and all. You feel slightly vulnerable, what if a customer arrives? But also fairly comfortable naked in front of Cheryl, you're not worried like you would be in front of most women...not wondering if they think you look good or not...whether they'll be satisfied with your body...
@@.woman;'Turn around, let's start with your cute butt. You'll look so good in a thong when I'm done!'@@
@@.mc;'Erm ok.'@@ you turn around, will you really look that good in a thong?
Cheryl spreads some wax on your ass cheeks, damn you weren't expecting it to be warm. It feels sort of nice actually. She presses a strip down onto it, though you're sure she jiggles your ass a bit unnecessarily, you're sure your butt doesn't [[wobble like that normally...]]You grab your clothes and head into a cubicle, wondering why you're still hard. You feel your smooth legs and backside, they do feel very pleasant to touch...almost like the feel of a woman's, it's been long enough that you'd half forgotten. You get dressed and wait. You hear the door to the bathroom open and a couple of voices, not quite able to make out everything they say.
'Waitress...bitch'
'...yeah...think...is'
You sit on top of the toilet so they can't see your shoes, after what seems like forever but was probably only about 10 minutes you hear them finish. After a few moments the door goes and Cheryl calls out.
@@.woman;'$name? It's alright now. They only had a quick coffee.'@@
You exit the cubicle.
@@.woman;'Did I say you could get dressed?'@@
@@.mc;'Oh I mean I assumed...'@@ What? You can get dressed if you want...with the risk of strangers...
Cheryl crosses her arms, and gives you a stern look. But eventually cracks into a smile. @@.woman;'I'm only kidding! That was sort of exciting though wasn't it? It's fun knowing there's a bit of risk...'@@
What the hell? You don't want to be caught by random people...@@.mc;'Oh uh, it sure got my heart going...'@@
@@.woman;'Imagine if you had just been in pink panties with waxed legs and they saw you!'@@ She giggles. @@.woman;'Imagine their faces! God imagine what they'd think of you! Don't worry, I'd explain the situation, how I'm having fun with you. But wouldn't it be great to run that risk a little bit sometime?!'@@
@@.mc;'Umm I mean, I'm going along with a lot of things here...but that...'@@
@@.woman;'Oh we'll see, we'll see. Anyway let's get out of the bathroom shall we?'@@
[[You go back to the café][$chastity to $chastity + 1, $exhibition to $exhibition + 1, $legs to $legs + 1, $ass to $ass + 1, $penis to $penis - 1]]<<if $noApron is true>>@@.woman;'Oh I got so excited I haven't even asked how you are! How rude of me!'@@
@@.mc;'I'm pretty good, thanks.'@@ Even after all that?
@@.woman;'Last night was so much fun wasn't it? I can't wait for you to come over again!'@@
@@.mc;'Uhh yeah, it was nice I guess...'@@
@@.woman;'It was a shame you had that accident though. I did offer you the apron! Such a klutz...'@@
@@.mc;'But you knocke-'@@
@@.woman;'I'm so glad Brad didn't mind you wearing some of my stuff though, I thought he might react badly.'@@
@@.mc;'I mean he was a little bit cruel...'@@ <<if $cherylStronger>>That's one way of putting it anyway. You've had trouble sitting down today.<</if>>
@@.woman;'Oh don't be precious, Brad could do far worse to you. You should //thank// him for being so kind. Though maybe you want a guy who does treat you more //harshly//, hmmm?'@@
@@.mc;'W-what? What are you on about?'@@
<<if $cherylStronger>>
@@.woman;'Well you did let him spank you! //And// you did thank him for it.'@@
@@.mc;'Only because of you!'@@
@@.woman;'Oh $name, I don't control what you do, don't blame me. You did it and you liked it.'@@
You can't really argue...it's not like Cheryl has total control over you, is it?
@@.woman;'Just like you thanked me for spanking you the other day actually! it must just be one of your little kinks. Plus it's not a bad thing anyway, I thanked Brad for spanking me too!'@@
@@.mc;'What? When?'@@
@@.woman;'Not in front of you obviously! After you went home. You could have stayed over...you would have probably heard me!'@@ She giggles.
@@.mc;'Uhhh, I don't know if I'd really want...'@@
@@.woman;'I don't see why not. I've seen you spanked, no reason why you shouldn't see me! Ooooh I have a great idea!'@@
@@.mc;'What..?'@@
Cheryl bursts into laughter, she looks delighted.
@@.mc;'I don't like the sound of this Cheryl...'@@
@@.woman;'Oh it's nothing bad $name!'@@ Cheryl continues to laugh, she finally controls herself. @@.woman;'I just thought. You know, Brad could spank both of us together!'@@
@@.mc;'I'm not sur-'@@
@@.woman;'We could see who has the girliest scream! I'm sure Brad would enjoy it, Daddy coming home to punish two naughty girls...@@
@@.mc;'I don't-'@@ Daddy?!
@@.woman;'I bet Brad could make your voice go up a few pitches! You didn't sound particularly //manly// with your waxing. Not that it's //that// low anyway.'@@
@@.mc;'I just sound like a normal guy though...'@@ You're sure you do...nobody's made a comment like that before.
@@.woman;'Wellll maybe. Let's just say it didn't seem too deep when you were dressed up last night!'@@
@@.mc;'Oh come on stop...'@@
@@.woman;'Alright alright i've teased you enough I suppose! It's so much fun though, you're so cute when you're teased!'@@
[[Cheryl gets up to make a drink]]
<<else>>\
@@.woman;'Oh I don't know, you didn't really seem to mind last night.'@@
@@.mc;'I was just going along with it for you...'@@
@@.woman;'Aww, so sweet. You know I think Brad actually preferred it when you dressed up a little.'@@
@@.mc;'Uhhh, really?'@@
@@.woman;'Yeah! I mean he gets a little bit possessive when there are other guys around you know? I think having you dressed a bit girly made him more relaxed...you know kinda like me inviting another girlfriend along?'@@
@@.mc;'I mean I guess...'@@
@@.woman;'I think it's better if Brad just sees you as one of the girls actually, I guess you not wearing that apron was for the best!'@@
@@.mc;'Uhh I guess...except for you know ruining my clothes.'@@ One of the girls?!
@@.woman;'Oh they'll be fine, don't worry! There's a laundromat round here. Plus who knows if you'll be needing them.'@@ She looks at you mischievously.
@@.mc;'I think I'd rather have them back.'@@
@@.woman;'Well //alright//. Just maybe not the next time you're with me and Brad?'@@
@@.mc;'Err, next time?'@@
@@.woman;'Well I mean I don't have anything //planned// of course, but sure why not? We're all friends now!'@@
@@.mc;'But I mean...the clothes...'@@
@@.woman;'Oh come on $name, like I said it's for the best. Around Brad anyway!'@@
@@.mc;'I don't know if I want it to become a thing...'@@
@@.woman;'Oh don't be silly, last night was fine, it'll be fine again. //Plus// I mean, I felt a bit bad you helping me get dressed for Brad's pleasure...a guy dressing up a girl for another guy is a bit //weird//. So it'll be much better if we dress up together for Brad! Oh if only he knew you were in pink panties with waxed legs now!'@@ She looks delighted at the idea or dressing up together, and very pleased with herself for thinking it up.
@@.mc;'Err I mean, I guess.'@@ Dressed up //for// Brad? Is Cheryl trying to make Brad want to...
@@.woman;'Great!'@@
[[Cheryl gets up to make a drink]]
<</if>>\
<<elseif $cherSnap1 is true>>
@@.woman;'Oh I got so I excited I haven't even asked how you are! How rude of me!'@@
@@.mc;'I'm pretty good, thanks.'@@
@@.woman;'I was worried you wouldn't want to speak to me after I woke up and saw what I'd sent to you!'@@
@@.mc;'It's ok, you don't need to apologise.'@@
@@.woman;'But I shouldn't haave been mean...should I?'@@
@@.mc;'It was just a text Cheryl it's fine.'@@ You'd rather not make a big deal out of it, shit happens you know?
@@.woman;'Well //fine//. Honesty //is// crucial between friends isn't it?'@@
@@.mc;'Well of course.'@@
@@.woman;'Do you think good friends should share intimate things?'@@
@@.mc;'Well it depends...'@@
@@.woman;'But generally, yes or no?'@@
@@.mc;'Well yes then.'@@
@@.woman;'Alright good. So was it like, //that bad// then? I mean all I did was a bit of sharing and told the truth wasn't it?'@@
@@.mc;'Uhhh...I guess you can see it that way...'@@ You're not really sure where she's going with it since she just apologised for it.
@@.woman;'So ummm...you wouldn't get mad if I got drunk and //accidentally// sent stuff like that to you again?'@@
@@.mc;'I mean I guess I wouldn't get //mad//.'@@
@@.woman;'Great! I mean I'm not going to start sending you pics of Brad's dick all the time. Well not unless you //want// me to.'@@ She winks at you.
@@.mc;'No...no I-'@@
@@.woman;'But sometimes I just want to share things like that! And I'd be worried to share it with my girlfriends like, cause I'd be a bit worried about them trying to steal Brad away from me...'@@
@@.mc;'Oh right I guess that makes...sense.'@@
@@.woman;'So yeah! I feel happy sharing with you, that's good isn't it?'@@
@@.mc;'Well, ok...'@@
@@.woman;'Oh you have no idea how happy I am! And what a relief...I just got so excited with Brad's cock. I mean you've seen it, you saw how ''amazing'' it is, right?'@@
@@.mc;'Err I didn't look at it for long.'@@
@@.woman;'Ha well if you say so. It is huge though isn't it?'@@
@@.mc;'Why are you asking me, you know...'@@
@@.woman;'Because it's fun to talk and think about! //Come on//, at least humor me. Didn't it look massive?'@@
@@.mc;'It...'@@
@@.woman;'Say it!'@@
@@.mc;'It looked big I guess.'@@
@@.woman;'//How// big? Hmmm?'@@
@@.mc;'Very.'@@
@@.woman;'Bigger than you?'@@
@@.mc;'Probably.'@@
@@.woman;'Oh no doubt about that!'@@ Cheryl laughs, you hear her absent mindedly mutter: @@.woman;'Imagine how big he'd look if he shaved down there...'@@ But she says it so gently you can't be entirely certain she did. She perks back up. @@.woman;'Anyway that's enough about Brad's massive cock! We can talk about that plenty often though don't you worry.'@@ She gives you a wink.
[[Cheryl gets up to make a drink]]
<<elseif $noApron is false>>\
@@.woman;'Oh I got so I excited I haven't even asked how you are! How rude of me!'@@
@@.mc;'I'm pretty good, thanks.'@@
@@.woman;'Last night was so much fun wasn't it? I can't wait for you to come over again!'@@
@@.mc;'Uhh yeah, it was nice I guess...'@@
@@.woman;'Thanks so much for helping me get ready and doing the cooking! Brad really liked it all! He said you should totally prepare me for him again, isn't that great?'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah...wonderful.'@@ You think back to Brad calling you Cheryl's bitch. @@.mc;'Brad...I mean he said some stuff that was a bit harsh...'@@
@@.woman;'Oh that's just what Brad's like, you mean the bitch stuff right?'@@
@@.mc;'Well yeah.'@@
@@.woman;'Don't worry about it $name! I mean Brad calls me his bitch and he likes me, he doesn't mean anything nasty by it you know, it's just his alpha male bravado, you learn to ignore it a little. He can be //way// worse.'@@
@@.mc;'But still, your bitch?'@@
@@.woman;'//Well//...I did spank you...plus to a guy like Brad anyone doing the cooking is the bitch...and in //that// apron!'@@
@@.mc;'Ugh the apron...can't you get a new one...'@@
@@.woman;'Bring your own if you don't like it! You've worn it twice now, is it so bad?'@@ Cheryl titters. @@.woman;'Brad was very complementary of your tits! You know I think he quite liked you in that apron, he was way less defensive than he is with me and other guys.'@@
@@.mc;'But has he said other guys are your bitch?'@@
@@.woman;'Well no, but come on. Other guys haven't cooked for me and helped me choose clothes...I can't even imagine //spanking// another guy, it's different.'@@
<<if $cherylStronger>>\
You grumble, but can't help but feel she may have a point.
@@.woman;'What's wrong with being my bitch anyway $name? You don't seem to mind me smacking your butt or cooking for me...wasn't it fun getting me dressed too? I mean I'm stronger than you as well so...'@@
@@.mc;'It's just degrading...'@@ You feel a wave of embarrassment and stare at the floor.
@@.woman;'Oh don't think of it like that, that's just some silly idea you have in your head! Who really cares as long as it's mutual you know? Everyone's different...'@@
@@.mc;'Still, I don't want to be-'@@
@@.woman;'Tough. One of us is the bitch here and it //sure// ain't me!'@@ She leans in towards you, grabbing your backside rather roughly. @@.woman;'Don't make me have to prove it to you, ok? I don't want to have to pull your jeans down and smack your smooth backside for any passerby to see! You don't want that do you?'@@
@@.mc;'No! Please don't...'@@
@@.woman;'//Good//. I want to be nice and have fun with my bitch, not be //punishing//. You want me to be nice, don't you $name?'@@
@@.mc;'Yes, please...'@@
@@.woman;'What are you then $name?'@@
@@.mc;'I'm...I'm your bitch Cheryl...'@@
@@.woman;'See, that wasn't so bad now was it. Don't get me wrong, you're not my bitch like I'm Brad's bitch, but I'm still the one in charge here.'@@
Deep down you feel as though she's right, it's hard to accept but...do you mind her being in charge? Is it a relief to not to have to try to appear dominant with a woman? It was always a bit of a chore...
Cheryl continues. @@.woman;'You being my bitch makes it easier being around Brady anyway. He struggles being around a male who's an equal to him, this will work so much better.'@@
<<else>>\
You grumble, but can't help but feel she may have a point.
@@.woman;'What's wrong with being my bitch anyway $name?'@@ She pouts and gives you puppy dog eyes.
@@.mc;'I...I just don't think it's nice...I just want to be a friend.'@@
@@.woman;'Aww. We can be friends with you still being my bitch though!' She grins.@@
@@.mc;'Come on Cheryl...'@@ Your voice has a slight pleading tone now.
@@.woman;'Oh I'm just playing with you cutie. Well, I mean, //kind of//. You do happen to be in my panties you know.'@@
@@.mc;'But you made...'@@
@@.woman;'Only a //little// though, right? You continued it! Plus you know, it's either your choice or me forcing you. If I was forcing you...wouldn't you really be my bitch?'@@
You're so confused...she isn't forcing you really...but this is all hardly of your own volition. Do you both want it? Or is it more from one side...could you stop her, you'd still do almost anything to be around women like her...
@@.woman;'Cat got your tongue?'@@
@@.mc;'Uhh I just...'@@
@@.woman;'Aww, am I going too far? OK you're not my bitch, well at least I won't call you my bitch for now.'@@ She strokes your arm and gives a little wink. @@.woman;'I'll treat you right.'@@
<</if>>\
[[Cheryl gets up to make a drink]]
<<else>>
@@.woman;'Oh I got so excited I haven't even asked how you are! How rude of me!'@@
@@.mc;'I'm pretty good, thanks.'@@
@@.woman;'Would you like a drink?'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah, thanks'@@
[[Cheryl gets up to make a drink]]
<</if>>She sashays back, holding two big cups of coffee.
@@.woman;'Sooo got any plans for today? How's the job hunt?'@@
@@.mc;'I have a few options...I just haven't decided yet.'@@
@@.woman;'Well don't forget I can hook you up!'@@
@@.mc;'I might, I'm not sure about the rest of my options really.'@@
@@.woman;'I'm sure mine would be a lot of fun, it's a new club or bar or something I think, so I'm sure there'll be lots of pretty girls there for you!'@@
That doesn't sound bad now does it?
@@.woman;'So yeah let me know if you want.'@@
[[You decide to accept the offer, it sounds better than the others][$barJob to true]] Dev note - For now, please click this
[[No, you can't see yourself working at a club or bar...and feel you've already encountered more pretty girls than you can handle]]@@.woman;'Aww, there goes my plan for trying to get some free drinks at the weekends! Oh well good luck with whatever you do, keep me posted yeah?'@@
@@.mc;'Sure, I'll let you know.'@@
[[You chat for a while longer and head back home|waxedLegsThought][$needJob to true]]<<if $negLaundry is true>>\
You head back home, almost as soon as you've shut the door you hear Paris' voice from the kitchen.
@@.paris;'$name? Come here please.'@@ You detect a slightly stern tone, you head go to the kitchen and see Paris standing by the fridge with her arms folded.
@@.paris;'Sit down please.'@@ She points to the chair by the table. You sit down compliantly. Paris sits on the table, glaring down at you.
@@.paris;'Where are our clothes?'@@
Ah, right. Of course...the launderette. @@.mc;'The uh...I couldn't get them cleaned...'@@
@@.paris;'Right...so. //Where are they//?'@@
[['At the launderette.']]
<<else>>
You head back home, almost as soon as you've shut the door you hear Paris' voice from the kitchen.
@@.paris;'$name is that you? We're in the kitchen.'@@
You join her and Marion in the kitchen.
@@.paris;'Thanks for getting our clothes cleaned, I hope it wasn't too much trouble for you.'@@
You think about what happened at the launderette. @@.mc;'No...no trouble at all.'@@
Paris sits up a little. @@.paris;'There's just one thing though, next time could you put the clothes away as well? After a long day we'd rather not have to do that.'@@
@@.mc;'Well I mean I guess...but I wouldn't really know where to put them.'@@
@@.paris;'Oh don't worry, I'm sure you'll pick it up quick enough.'@@
[[You sit and listen to Paris and Marion talk about their day]]
<</if>>@@.mc;'Alright, you've convinced me. I'll work at this place...what's it even called?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh right, I've forgotten actually...don't worry I'll call my friend later and sort it all out, I'll let you know as soon as I have it all done!'@@
[[You chat for a while longer and head back home|waxedLegsThought]]<<if $blueGString is true>>\
You wake up, you feel pretty damn tired. Your g-string is digging into you. You realize you actually now can see what your new bedroom is like...
<img src="images/bedroom1.jpg" alt="bedroom" width=100% class="title-round-corner">
Not too bad you suppose, actually rather tasteful.
You exit your bedroom and head to the bathroom. It's only once you get halfway there that you notice Marion looking at you, she averts her gaze.
[[You rush into the bathroom|bathroomfirstday][$marionBlue to true]]
<<else>>\
You wake up, you feel pretty damn tired.
You realize you actually now can see what your new bedroom is like...
[img[images/bedroom1.jpg]]
Not too bad you suppose, actually rather tasteful.
[[You head to the bathroom.|bathroomfirstday]]
<</if>>Considering the conversation this morning it's almost a relief that you find their discussion incredibly dull.
Paris turns to you. @@.paris;'$name, I think it's time for you to cook dinner for us.'@@
@@.mc;'Oh I, right I have to do that too. I'm not exactly a great cook though.'@@
@@.paris;'Well, we'll see won't we. As long as it's fairly healthy and not too terrible we probably won't mind, you don't need to be worried about being punished for it, not yet anyway.'@@
Wait, //punished//? You think about asking about what that might entail...but you'd rather not know for now.
You get on with preparing a meal, hoping it will be seen as adequate, Paris and Marion leave you to it.
You vaguely remember how to cook some veg together with some fish, you think it comes out alright, but have a sense of trepidation over how Paris and Marion will react. Especially Paris.
[[You sit down to eat]]@@.marion;'Hey guys, how's it going?'@@
@@.paris;'Marion! We were just talking about $name's disappointing efforts today.'@@
@@.marion;'Mmm...you're a lucky boy you know $name. I would have been //very// disappointed if the lovely woman at the launderette hadn't been so kind as to wash our clothes.'@@
@@.paris;'That's what I was saying...he's a very fortunate boy.'@@
@@.marion;//Still//, the woman was apologetic, it wasn't really his fault was it?'@@
@@.paris;'He let a stranger take our clothes! Of course it's his fault.'@@
@@.marion;'Well I suppose when you put it like that, and it is in the contract. You're not suggesting we get rid of him already though, right Paris?'@@
@@.paris;'Oh no, well not yet. I think it would be better to try //corrective// measures first. In fact we were just about to talk about that.'@@
@@.marion;'Right away though? I mean it's one mistake...maybe we should give him a second chance.'@@
@@.paris;'No! He was aware of the contract, we made it all clear.'@@
@@.marion;'Fine you're right. I just think we should go easy on him to start...I don't know you're better at this stuff than me...'@@
@@.paris;'Oh whatever, I swear you have a soft spot for $name, God knows why, pretend all you like that you aren't just as bad as me.'@@ Paris turns back to you, with a moderately sadistic smile. @@.paris;'Alright then. Don't worry we're not going to be too rough with you.'@@
[[You wait to hear your fate]]Paris continues. @@.paris;'We'll just start off lightly, so more serious measures can be used in the future ok?'@@
Wait, what...more serious in the future? You can't believe you're even going along with this now as a one off...You better make sure you don't mess up again.
@@.marion;'So if you were worried about being beaten or whipped or anything like that then you can relax, ok?'.@@ Marion rubs your shoulder, almost soothingly.
//Whipped//?
@@.paris;'We're just going to have you kneel in the corner for a while, so you can reflect upon how you've let us down, ok?'@@
Well that's not so bad you suppose...@@.mc;'I guess I can accept...'@@
@@.marion;'Oh that's a relief! You never know how someone's going to react to punishment! It's so much better when you recognised it's the best thing for you.'@@
@@.mc;'I mean I wouldn't say-'@@
@@.paris;'You'll do this after you cook dinner, punishments shouldn't get in the way of your usual chores.'@@
[[You explain you're not really the best of cooks]]@@.marion;'Well, we're not that fussy. As long as it's healthy and doesn't taste too bad we won't add to your punishment.'@@
Punishment for bad cooking? Christ what next...maybe you need to get a few more pointers from Cheryl.
You get on with preparing a meal, hoping it will be seen as adequate, Paris and Marion leave you to it.
You vaguely remember how to cook some veg together with some fish, you think it comes out alright, but have a sense of trepidation over how Paris and Marion will react. Especially Paris.
[[You sit down to eat]]You get about halfway through the meal, when Paris passes judgement.
@@.paris;'Well, it's edible I suppose.@@<<if $laundryPunish is true>> @@.paris;Since you're being punished already I think I'll let you off, but you certainly need to improve your efforts here as well.'@@<<else>> @@.paris;It could do with some improvement in the future.'@@<</if>>\
Marion looks at you, @@.marion;'it's fine, but I hope you do better next time.'@@
You continue to eat, hoping they don't change their minds.
Paris finishes her plate, @@.paris;'Have you got a job yet?'@@
<<if $needJob is true>>\
@@.mc;'Erm well I haven't decided yet no.'@@
@@.paris;'You better not miss your first rent payment, that wouldn't end well for you.'@@
@@.marion;'Well there's still a job opening where I work...I can set you up?'@@
@@.mc;'That's the sex shop, right?'@@
@@.marion;'Yeah! It's far more mundane than it sounds though, it's not like we're playing with all the toys...'@@
@@.paris;'Not in the shop at least eh Marion?'@@ Paris giggles, but Marion tries to ignore her.
@@.marion;'So yeah, go on $name, unless you've got something else lined up why not come work with me?'@@
[[You agree to work there, it seems your best option][$needJob to false, $sexShop to true]]
<<if $carmenWork is true>>\
[[You'd rather take Carmen up on her offer instead]]
<</if>>\
<<else>>\
@@.mc;'All things being well yes I think I do, I'm just waiting on confirmation.'@@
@@.marion;'Well that's good! What will you be doing?'@@
@@.mc;'It should be some sort of bar work I think...though it isn't 100% clear.'@@
@@.paris;'Hmmm well, someone's got to do that stuff I suppose. You can do whatever you want as long as you pay your rent on time.'@@
[[You finish your meal and clear up]]
<</if>>@@.marion;'Great!'@@ Marion smiles. @@.marion;'I'll get it sorted out tonight! The manager isn't in the shop much so it'll just be us two most of the time.'@@
You guess working with Marion shouldn't be too bad, and working in a sex shop might be more interesting than cleaning or whatever else you might have been doing.
[[You finish your meal and clear up]]@@.mc;'I've got something lined up, thanks for the offer though it's appreciated.'@@
@@.paris;'Well, I suppose it's good you've got something independently. What is it?'@@
@@.mc;'Errr well.'@@ You think back to Carmen suggesting you be her cleaner, which quickly became //maid//. You can't let them know that. @@.mc;'Just a cleaning gig I think, nothing special but the boss seemed nice.'@@
Paris laughs. @@.paris;'Oh very manly $name. You'll be spending most of your days pretending to be a housewife with that and your tasks here.'@@
[[You finish your meal and clear up]]<<if $laundryPunish is true>>\
Paris takes your hand. @@.paris;'Come on then, time to reflect upon how you've disappointed us.'@@ She takes you to the living room and points to a corner. @@.paris;'Go and kneel down there, face towards the wall. We'll let you know when to stop.'@@
You walk over to the corner and kneel down, wondering how long this will be for.
@@.paris;'Back straight $name! Show us you're taking this seriously.'@@
[[You straighten your back and wait.]]
<<elseif $needJob and $carmenWork>>\
You decide you should really give Carmen a call to ask about working for her. You go into your bedroom so Paris and Marion can't hear your conversation.
You take out your phone and call her.
@@.carmen;'Hello?'@@
@@.mc;'Hi, is this Carmen?'@@
@@.carmen;'Yes...who's calling?'@@
@@.mc;'It's $name.'@@
@@.carmen;'$name? $name who?'@@
@@.mc;'The guy from the launderette earlier...'@@
@@.carmen;'Ooooh.'@@ You hear her let out a muffled laugh. @@.carmen;'And what are you calling about?'@@
@@.mc;'Well, about the work you offered me...'@@
@@.carmen;'Oh? What work was that?'@@
@@.mc;'The cleaning job, for your home?'@@
@@.carmen;'Hmmm, cleaning job? What was it, window cleaning? I don't remember.'@@
Has she forgotten? She can't have...
@@.mc;'Err...cleaning your house, inside I guess?'@@
@@.carmen;'I'm still not quite sure about what specific type of cleaning this is $name. What job role would you say it is? I need to know if I'm going to give it to you and pay you after all.'@@
She's clearly trying to lead you down a certain path, but where are you going to go otherwise...
@@.mc;'Fine. I'm calling about being your maid.'@@
@@.carmen;'Ohhh! //Well then//. After your performance today I'm very pleased you called.'@@
[[She gives you her address and tells you to get there first thing in the morning][$needJob to false, $carmenMaid to true]]
<<else>>
You watch some television with them, but it gets onto that local reality show. Paris and Marion both seem to gush over David just like Cheryl. Although you suspect Marion is mainly just going along with what Paris says. You decide to excuse yourself and head to your bedroom.
[[Paris and Marion mumble acknowledgement but don't take their eyes away from the TV|She gives you her address and tells you to get there first thing in the morning]]
<</if>><<if $cafeBluePanties is true>>\
Your phone rings, it's Cheryl.
@@.mc;'Hey Cheryl.'@@
@@.woman;'Heyyy! How's it going?'@@
@@.mc;'I'm good, what's up?'@@
@@.woman;'Welll, I was wondering if I could come over to yours for a bit?'@@
@@.mc;'Well sure, I guess so. Any reason why?'@@
@@.woman;'Well you've been to my place, I want to see what yours is like!'@@
@@.mc;'Oh well I mean it's nothing special you know, nice enough though.'@@
@@.woman;'Still I want to see! Plus so many guys bedrooms need a feminine touch sometimes.'@@
You look around at the pink, decidely feminine room. You're probably not in the category, but still Cheryl coming over might be fun.
@@.mc;'Well alright then.'@@
You give Cheryl your address and hang up. It's only after that you remember you were meant to ask for permission to have people over...
[[You go to ask, hoping for a yes]]
<<else>>
It's getting late and you decide you should go to bed. All in all that was a decent day you suppose, <<if $needJob isnot true>>you've got a job finally. All sort of seems well. What could go wrong?<<else>>you see your phone vibrate.
[img[images/cherylBarJobEve.png]]
She attaches directions to the next text. Well that's the job sorted out!
<<if $biancaBarMet is true>>Wait...//Bianca//? Not...Bianca from last night?<</if>>
<</if>>\
[[You go to sleep|sleepDayThree]]
<</if>>You enter the living room where Paris and Marion are watching television.
You clear your throat to get their attention.
@@.mc;'Is it alright if a friend comes over?'@@
@@.paris;'A friend? What sort of friend? A man?'@@
@@.mc;'No a woman...but just a friend, nothing more than that.'@@
@@.paris;'Hmmm. Well she can come over but we'll chat with her a bit initially.'@@
@@.marion;'I'm sure she'll be really nice!@@
Well that's better than a no. You hope Cheryl doesn't say anything embarrassing.
[[You wait for Cheryl to arrive]]Your knees begin to ache, but you're getting used to this. You feel rather accepting of the whole scenario.
Eventually, after what must have been at least an hour. Possibly even two you hear someone move to stand behind you. Paris speaks.
@@.paris;'I think that's enough for now $name, well done.'@@
@@.mc;'Thank you.'@@
@@.paris;'I hope you've learned your lesson.'@@
@@.mc;'I have, I'm sorry.'@@
@@.paris;'You understand punishments in the future will be more harsh don't you $name?'@@
@@.mc;'Yes.'@@
@@.paris;'You accept the need to keep you in line, don't you?'@@
@@.mc;'Yes.'@@
@@.paris;'Good. Now get up.'@@
[[You get up and head to your bedroom|She gives you her address and tells you to get there first thing in the morning][$submissive to $submissive + 1, $bdsm to $bdsm + 1]]You hear a knock at the door and Paris goes to answer.
@@.woman;'Hi! Does $name live here?'@@
@@.paris;'He does. I'm Paris, his roommate.'@@
@@.woman;'Ohh right, well, can I come in?'@@
Paris lets Cheryl in and says you're in the living room with Marion. Cheryl enters and gives you a big hug. @@.woman;'Hey $name!'@@
Paris and Marion start talking to her, bombarding her with questions ranging from boring to intrusive. Where she works, how you met, how old she is, sexual partners and so on. Cheryl takes it in her stride and seems to even enjoy the 'conversation'.
She even asks questions about Paris and Marion. She seems particularly interested in hearing how Marion works in a sex shop.
@@.woman;'Oh I //so// have to come in and have a look! There are so many things I'd love to try...and I bet a load of fun stuff I have no idea about too!'@@
@@.marion;'Oh well I can definitely help you out!@@<<if $sexShop is true>> @@.marion;I'm sure $name would help test things with you if you'd want as well.@@<</if>> @@.marion;Sorry for asking you so many questions! I guess we can be overly cautious.'@@
@@.woman;'Oh it's fine, I get it! It's nice meeting both of you!'@@
Thankfully avoiding anything embarrassing to do with you, Paris and Marion relent and you and Cheryl [[go together into your bedroom]]@@.woman;'They seemed nice!'@@ <img alt="Pink Bag" src="images/pinkBag.jpg" style="float:right;margin:0px 0px 10px 10px;width: 40%" class="white-border">
//Nice//? After all those questions?
@@.woman;'Ooooh nice room! Really pretty! Anyway, down to more important stuff. I come bearing gifts!'@@
You notice Cheryl clutching a pink bag.
@@.mc;'Uhh what gifts?'@@
@@.woman;'//Well//. After our fun earlier today you know. What with you looking so //fantastic// in your cute little pink panties I really do think they should be your staple.'@@
@@.mc;'So you...bought-'@@
@@.woman;'Oh I didn't have time to buy! No these are some of the best ones I have...I mean I'll be sad to see them go. But, well I think they might look even better on you than me! Plus I'm more of a classic black thong kinda girl. Pink's a bit you know...a bit girly girl for me //really//. Don't get me wrong I love pink but, well. But for you I think it's great!'@@
@@.mc;'Right...thanks.'@@
@@.woman;'You're welcome! I made sure most of them were thongs too, you know with such a sexy smooth ass you have now.'@@
[[Sure enough she takes 5 pairs of pink panties out of her bag]]Cheryl lays them out on your bed. @@.woman;'Do you have a favorite?'@@
Without really thinking you respond that you rather like the one with a cute bow on the front. Obviously you mean that's the one you'd want to see a woman in.
@@.woman;'Oooh that's my fav too! Oh I so wanna see what you look like in it!'@@ Cheryl beams an excited smile. @@.woman;'Go on, please!'@@
You don't put up much resistance. In fact you're rather eager to try them on too, especially with Cheryl so eager. You take off your jeans and panties. Cheryl helps slip on your new thong.
@@.woman;'Ohh so gorgeous!'@@ She walks around you and squeezes your butt. @@.woman;'It's ridiculous how good these are on you, I'm so jealous.'@@ She walks back round in front of you. @@.woman;'I was //so right// about it being better if you weren't hard too, wasn't I?'@@
<<set $wearPinkPanties to false, $wearPinkThong to true>>\
Was she? Surely she's right a hard cock isn't right for panties?
[[You agree, it does look better|cherDayThreeEve][$chastity to $chastity + 2]]
[[You don't respond|cherDayThreeEve][$chastity to $chastity - 1]]@@.woman;'So you'll wear these from now on, right? For me?'@@
For her? You still don't quite understand why...but how can you say know to such an attractive woman while you're half naked in your bedroom with her?
@@.mc;'Yeah...I mean I guess'@@
She hugs you and gives you a peck on the cheek. @@.woman;'You're so much fun $name!'@@
@@.mc;'I, uh, you're fun too.'@@ You feel a bit flustered. @@.mc;'Thanks for the underwear I guess. I'll get dressed now then...'@@
@@.woman;'Aww, why would you? I //love// seeing you in those. Plus I haven't finished with you yet!'@@
@@.mc;'Err, what else is there?'@@
@@.woman;'Well, I mean I wasn't necessarily going to but since you're so pleased with your new underwear I have a few more things!.'@@
[[You wait for Cheryl to rummage around in her bag. How much stuff does she have?]]She pulls out what looks like a shaver, some cream and moisturiser.
@@.woman;'Now you have such a beautifully smooth body, you should keep it that way! And while waxing you and hearing you scream like a little girl //was// rather fun...I can't guarantee I'll be able to do it regularly for you. I mean I suppose you could pay for a waxing, but it'll be easier to do it yourself.'@@
You say thanks, though you're not entirely sure about the extra effort to maintain smooth legs, nor how much Cheryl seems to enjoy you screaming like a little girl. Is this just how she thinks of you?
@@.woman;'Lie down on the bed for me $name.'@@
@@.mc;'Erm, why?'@@
@@.woman;'So I can put this moisturiser on your legs, duh!'@@
You lie down on the bed, face down. She slowly but firmly rubs in the moisturiser. 'Oooh so shiny.' Her hands glide over your ass, within centimeters of your little hole. They fleetingly stroke it, seemingly accidentally. You feel the blood rushing to your groin, did you enjoy that touch? She gets you to take off your top and works on your back, far more quickly than your ass. <<if $cherylStronger>>She gives your ass a gentle smack.<</if>>
@@.woman;'Looking goooood! Now turn over please.'@@
You does as you're told, eager to have her [[rub the rest of your body.]]Cheryl comes back. @@.woman;'My hands are so nice and soft now too! I swear that moisturiser is like magic. Oh...you can pull your thong back up! I'm finished with //that//.'@@
You pull your thong on. @@.mc;'Are we done?'@@
@@.woman;'Nuh uh! We're having far too much fun to stop. Now get up and close your eyes!'@@ What //now//?!
You hear Cheryl rummage around in her bag once more. @@.woman;'OK! Open!'@@
You look to see what she's...
[['Tadah!']]@@.woman;'Your first bra!'@@
You feel stunned...//a bra//?. But you don't have breasts...what's...why?!
@@.woman;'Oh...don't you like it?'@@
@@.mc;'I just...I wasn't...I don't have...'@@
@@.woman;'I //know//. But I mean, like, they're just meant to be worn with nice panties like yours! It'll look so pretty! Come on at least try it. I bought this //specially// for you, mine would be a bit big for you currently. Plus I mean there are ways we can cheat and make it look like you do in the future.'@@
You look at the lacey pink object in her hand...you suppose it would go well with...
@@.woman;'$name? Will you?'@@
<<if $cherylStronger is true>>\
You don't really have the will to deny Cheryl anymore.
<</if>>\
[[You let her put the bra on you][$bra to true, $crossdress to $crossdress + 1]]
<<if $cherylStronger isnot true>>
[[You resist. This is too much][$crossdress to $crossdress - 1]]
<</if>>@@.woman;'Oh boo! Well maybe some other time...'@@
She puts the bra away disappointedly. @@.woman;'Oh well, I guess I won't demonstrate how to put one on for you then...'@@
//Wait//, you would've got to see her perfects breasts?!
@@.mc;'Uh I mean...maybe I can wear...'@@
@@.woman;'No, no it's ok. It's getting late anyway, I think I should go.'@@
@@.mc;'Oh well OK.'@@
@@.woman;'This was fun though! I hope you keep yourself nice and smooth, no yucky manly hairy bits! Oh also pink thongs from now on, promise?'@@
@@.mc;'Right I mean...sure.'@@
She gives you a hug and a friendly kiss [[and leaves|sleepDayThree]]Almost as soon as the words left your mouth, Cheryl gets you into the bra. It feels slightly odd to have an object around your chest like this, but not awful.
@@.woman;'Oh this is almost //too// cute! Oh now I wish I'd brought enough stuff for a full makeover...you just need some lipstick and nail polish to go with your underwear! Oh and some sexy heels! Oh!!! And if we just styled your hair a little, and put some make-'@@
@@.mc;'Cheryl please! Come on isn't this enough...'@@
@@.woman;'Oh is it ever enough though? That's half the fun, always adding a bit more, styling something differently! But I //suppose// this will do, for today at least.'@@ She laughs.
You look at yourself in the mirror, fiddling with the bra and instinctively squeeze your chest to try to create a little cleavage.
[[You catch Cheryl's eye]]@@.woman;'$name?! Were you? Oh my God!'@@
@@.mc;'No I wasn't, it's not what it looks-'@@
@@.woman;'Oh it //so// is. We definitely need to get something to make it look like you're stacked! I have a few friends who've had theirs made bigger so I could ask them...!'@@
@@.mc;'No I don't want...'@@
@@.woman;'If you say so darling. You look way cute enough like this, but I'm sure a big juicy pair wouldn't look out of place on you! Anyway I can tell you love your new look, think how much fun it'll be to walk around like that underneath, with no-one knowing but us!'@@
There is something about no-one else knowing...being daring, it's certainly nothing you would have done before.
<<if $cherylbradeve2 is true and $noApron is true>>\
Cheryl takes off her top and begins to take off her skirt. You think of asking why, but don't really want to stop her. Sadly she stops when she gets down to her underwear, underwear that seems to be almost identical to yours.
@@.mc;'Cheryl? Are we wearing the same...?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh I //wish//! But it's close enough isn't it?!'@@ She grabs her phone and holds it out, as though shes. Wait...she's...
@@.mc;'Are you taking a picture?!'@@
@@.woman;'Of course!'@@
[[You let her][$exhibition to $exhibition + 1, $submissive to $submissive + 1]]
[[You hurriedly cover yourself up][$exhibition to $exhibition - 1]]
<<else>>
@@.woman;'It's getting late. It's been //so// much fun. Trust me there's no going back from being this smooth and looking so good in those pink thongs! Oh and the bra, but only if you //really// want to.'@@
She gives you a hug and sees herself out.
[[You go to bed|sleepDayThree]]
<</if>>@@.woman;'Come on do a little pose! Blow a kiss!'@@
You blow a kiss and bend your knees slightly.
@@.woman;'Lovely! Oh I need a selfie with you as my underwear buddy!'@@ She excitedly bounces towards you, breasts jiggling up and down. She holds her phone up while hugging you with her other arm, breasts squeezed against you. @@.woman;'Come on pout with me! And turn your ass round a bit, I want that and your panties in the shot!'@@
She takes the picture and checks it. @@.woman;'Oh it came out even better than I expected, your ass looks //hotttt//. Brad is gonna //love// this!'@@
@@.mc;'What?! You want to show this to Brad?!'@@ You feel a wave of embarrassment.
@@.woman;'Well ya, unless you want this up on Insta? Anyway, I mean he's already seen you in girly stuff so...'@@
@@.mc;'But come on no...not like //this//'@@
@@.woman;'Oh stop being a killyjoy! He won't mind, and neither should you. I want to see if he knows its you or just a hot new friend I'm teasing him with!'@@
What? surely he'll know? You look at the picture...you're less certain that he could tell.
@@.woman;'Could you bend over and touch your toes for me?'@@
@@.mc;'Err...what? I'm not letting you take a photo of me like that.'@@
@@.woman;'Oh boo. Well whatever, I'll make a sexy model of you someday! I guess it's getting late anyway, I should go. It's been //so// much fun though.'@@
Cheryl gets dressed, gives you a hug and leaves.
[[You go to bed|sleepDayThree][$braPhoto to true]]@@.woman;'Oh don't be shy $name, you look great for the camera!'@@
@@.mc;'I don't want you to have a picture of me like this...what if someone else saw?!'@@
@@.woman;'Well I'm sure they'd think you look great too!'@@
@@.mc;'Oh stop.'@@
<<if $cherylStronger is true>>
She walks over to you and pulls your arms to your side. @@.woman;'Don't make me force you, ok?'@@
@@.mc;'But I don't want...'@@
@@.woman;'Yeah well your half-naked friend who just gave you a load of free stuf //does// want!'@@
@@.mc;'But come on...'@@
She puts her hand to your mouth. @@.woman;'Stop it. Unless you want a picture of your spanked backside.'@@
You gulp. @@.mc;'OK.'@@
@@.woman;'That's better, it'll be fun I swear!'@@ She has you pose in multiple, thankfully not too embarrassing positions. @@.woman;'Woo! Show off what your mama gave ya!'@@ You have to admit with her copious amounts of encouragement you get quite into it.
@@.woman;'Alright, I //so// have to take some selfies with you!'@@ She takes what seems like hundreds of shots of you two, comparing your asses, breasts, legs...but mainly seems to focus on your backside. Squeezing it, pinching it, cupping it and whatever else. Her phone must be full of photos and probably some video of her laughing as [[she messes with it.]]
<<else>>
@@.woman;'Aww, really though?'@@
@@.mc;'Yes. I don't want this recorded.'@@
@@.woman;'Well, I won't force you. It would've been so much fun...oh well, I guess I can't have everything. Seeing you like that is enough I guess.'@@ She looks rather saddened.
@@.mc;'I'm sorry Cheryl.'@@
@@.woman;'No no it's fine. I should go, it's getting late.'@@
She gets dressed and gives you a hug.
She leaves and you [[go to bed|sleepDayThree]]
<</if>><<if $marionBlue>>\
@@.marion;'Hey $name, good to see you dressed this time!'@@
@@.mc;'Ha, yeah about that...'@@
@@.marion;'Oh don't worry, I don't mind if you're into that sort of thing, just try not to walk around the place like that. Though I'm sure Paris would find it hilarious.'@@
@@.mc;'Please don't te-'@@
@@.marion;'Mmm I won't for now. As long as you stay on my good side.'@@
@@.mc;'I'm not a-'@@
<</if>>\
Paris enters the kitchen. @@.paris;'Hey roommies! I hope we're all well today! How was your first night $name?'@@
@@.mc;'Well, I mean...'@@ You think about how Paris' screaming ruined your night's rest. @@.mc;'I could've slept better.'@@
@@.paris;'Oh, was there something wrong with the bed?'@@ Paris asks.
@@.mc;'No, the bed's fine, it just...'@@
@@.paris;'Just what? C'mon tell us we might be able to help.'@@
@@.mc;'Well, there was some noise...'@@
@@.paris;'Ohhhh //right//. Well, you did sign the contract and the noise stuff was mentioned.'@@
@@.mc;'I know, I just thought it'd be music or something.'@@
@@.paris;'Oh we play music too, and hold parties and stuff that was more what we were thinking I suppose. Was I //that// loud?'@@
[['Yeah...you were pretty loud.']]Paris sighs. @@.paris;'Mike's just too good. I'm sorry but that's something you'll have to live with. It's not //that// bad is it, hearing a man make me moan?'@@
@@.mc;'Well, I guess...but I do need to sleep.'@@
@@.paris;'You'll get used to it I'm sure,'@@ Paris says almost dismissively.
@@.marion;'You'll probably have to $name! Paris seems to bring home a few new guys every week!'@@ Marion laughs.
@@.paris;'Oh I'm not that bad!'@@
@@.marion;'Oh puh-lease. And then there's how much you gossip about all of them!'@@
@@.paris;'Whatever Marion. Don't pretend you don't like the details! Or that you wouldn't bring them all home if you could either, you just need to dress yourself up a bit!'@@
@@.marion;'Not this again, fine I guess //I// don't mind the details. But I don't know if $name wants that, he's going to be hearing it all anyway! And then there's the times I found you screwing on the kitchen table or the living room floor...at least you seem to have stopped that.'@@ Marion turns to you. @@.marion;'She's insatiable, it's incredible.'@@
Paris laughs. @@.paris;'Oh you do make it sound so sordid, it's just a bit of fun! Don't pretend you were bothered by catching me with a guy anyway, I've seen the way you look at some of them, especially Mike! Plus, are you really going to be that bothered $name? Guys spend //hours// on their computer watching other men screwing women, so what if you end up seeing me?'@@
Paris certainly is...brazen.
[[You'd rather not watch her getting fucked. It's not for you|pariskitchen1]]
[[You can't say it'd be that bad to catch her doing it...|pariskitchen1][$cuck to $cuck +1, $parisCuck to true]]@@.marion;'Paris has //one// very ''specific'' requirement for her partners.'@@ She holds her hands about a foot apart and laughs.
@@.paris;'Oh stop it, don't make me sound so shallow. It's not the only thing I care about.'@@
@@.marion;'Yeah yeah, but you know you'd filter out all the men who don't meet the requirements on a night out wouldn't you!'@@
@@.paris;'Now there's a thought! I mean, do they count as men?'@@
@@.marion;'Oh that's cruel!@@
You notice both of them look at your crotch, as though quickly trying to categorise you, both grinning and catching each other's eyes.
@@.marion;'Don't worry $name, she's only kidding. //Well// sort of, it's not like we're talking that large anyway.'@@
You blush, you feel their eyes on you, like cats stalking prey.
<<if $cherSnap1>>\
The image of Brad's dick comes into your head. You meet 3 attractive women and two of them have lovers hung like horses, what's with this place? You can't help but wonder what Mike's is like as well.. <<set $cuck to $cuck + 1>>
@@.mc;'Uhhh, how large?'@@
@@.paris;'Oooh you're getting into girl talk already!'@@ Paris delights. @@.paris;'//Well// as long as a guy passes the arm test it's fine.'@@
@@.mc;'The...arm test?'@@ You ask. Did you //really// need to ask that?!
@@.paris;'Yeah!'@@ Paris and Marion both grab their forearms.
@@.paris;'It's not like I have a big forearm anyway'@@ Paris continues. @@.paris;'So I think it's fair. You have quite slender arms don't you...Come here give me your arm.'@@
Paris grabs your arm and puts hers next to it.
@@.paris;'Yeah see, about the same. We could totally use yours to measure //real// men.'@@
Marion pipes up: @@.marion;'Well Mike definitely passes that test doesn't he?'@@
@@.paris;'Oh of course and then some.'@@
@@.marion;'Do you still have that picture?'@@ Marion asks Paris.
@@.paris;'Like I'd ever get rid of it, I love it!'@@
@@.mc;'...Picture?'@@ You enquire.
@@.paris;'Oh just a measuring one...'@@
@@.marion;'You should show $name!'@@ Marion tells Paris.
@@.paris;'Oh well, maybe. If he's well behaved.'@@
You don't know if you really want to see, but you doubt the choice will end up being yours...
<<else>>\
@@.paris;'Yeah'@@ Paris agrees. @@.paris;'I'm sure you have ''very'' //little// to worry about.'@@
<</if>>\
@@.paris;'Well, this chat has been lovely, but I really need to get to work.'@@
[[She begins to leave.]]@@.marion;'What about the washing Paris? I thought you were going to sort that out?'@@
@@.paris;'Well, surely that falls under $name's remit now? He did agree to do housework stuff...'@@
@@.marion;'But...do we want him doing that, touching our stuff?'@@
@@.paris;'I don't see why not really.'@@
Marion looks as though she wants to question this, but Paris doesn't allow her to.
@@.paris;'$name, we have a problem with our washing machine, so we need our clothes taken to the launderette, there's a basket in the bathroom with our stuff in. Could you do that for us please?'@@
You aren't thrilled at the idea of doing their washing, but you did agree to the contract.
@@.paris;'Well that's settled, I really do need to get to work, bye then!'@@ Paris exits the house.
<<if $marionBlue>>\
[[Marion turns to you and folds her arms.]]
<<else>>\
@@.marion;'Well I need to get going as well, thanks for doing the washing, I reckon you're gonna be a great roommate!'@@
Marion leaves the house after giving you direcions.
[[Time to do the washing you guess]]
<</if>>@@.marion;'I don't want any funny business $name, I'll be checking to make sure none of my underwear goes missing!'@@
@@.mc;'What, but I wouldn't take...'@@ You realize you //did// take Cheryl's gstring...
@@.marion;'Whatever, you can wear panties if you really want to just don't take mine, you have to earn the right to touch a girl's panties.'@@
@@.mc;'I'm not going to I prom-'@@
@@.marion;'I guess that does settle what I was wondering earlier anyway.'@@
@@.mc;'W-what, settle...what were you wondering?'@@
@@.marion;'Oh you know, if you'd pass the arm test. I don't know why I wasn't sure though, if you can get into //that// gstring...you'll come up just a bit short.'@@
You can't really respond to such a direct insult. With all this talk about cock size and panties...it's as though you're almost...//adapting// to your surroundings.
@@.marion;'Just behave and it'll all be fine. The arm test is just a bit of silly fun, not every girl is quite like Paris.'@@
@@.mc;'I'll behave, ok.'@@
@@.marion;'Good, good. Well I have to go to work as well, I'll leave you to it!.'@@
Marion leaves the house as well, after giving you directions.
[[Time to do the washing you guess][$sph to $sph + 1, $penis to $penis - 1]]@@.carmen;'Ooooh not just panties, //pretty pink// panties, extra girly! Not bad...but I did say //sexy//, remember. Not just cute and girly.'@@
@@.mc;'But...these are what I have on, come on surely that's enough.'@@
@@.carmen;'Maybe, but you'll have to show me what they're like at the back. Go on don't be shy, turn around.'@@
You turn around and show a small part of the back.
@@.carmen;'Oooh are those ruffles? Is that a bow!?'@@
You turn back, waiting for her verdict.
@@.carmen;'No no no I can't judge from that, pull your damn trousers down you wimp.'@@
You've gone this far...you do as you're told.
@@.carmen;'//Very// nice. The bow is perfect for you. Alright you've convinced me, the underwear could have been sexier. ''But'', with a nice ass like that, I can believe you wear all of this slutty stuff, I bet you're //popular//.'@@ She winks at you. @@.carmen;'Alright, I'll get this stuff on and you can take a seat, I'd offer a cushion but you have plenty of padding anyway. Oh, can I take your name?'@@
@@.mc;'Err OK, it's $name, why?'@@
@@.carmen;'Oh just a note that you wear women's clothing so you don't have any future confusion with us. We aim to keep our customers happy after all.'@@
@@.mc;'I don't think I'll be bringing...'@@ You wonder if this will actually be a regular thing, when are Paris and Marion going to get their washer fixed?
@@.carmen;'Well just in case. It'll only be a few staff members here that know anyway, we'll do our best to not gossip!'@@ She chuckles.
[[You sit down and she gets on with the task.]]@@.carmen;'''Kneel.'''@@
You drop to your knees. She gets down from the counter, standing over you. @@.carmen;'Kiss my shoes.'@@
You give her right heel a quick peck.
@@.carmen;'And the other one.'@@
You sigh, but oblige.
@@.carmen;'Again, but as though you enjoy it.'@@
You give a slightly more prolonged attempt.
@@.carmen;'Good boy. Now say thank you Mistress Carmen.'@@
@@.mc;'Th-thank you Mistress Carmen.'@@
@@.carmen;'Get up. Bend over the counter. You need to be taught a lesson.'@@
[[You steel yourself]]@@.carmen;'Good, good. You're learning fast.'@@ She pulls your hair, getting you to stand up. @@.carmen;'I don't //want// to have to punish you, only naughty boys get punished.'@@ She leans in to you, her breasts pressed firmly against your shoulder. She whispers into your ear: @@.carmen;'Though maybe you //are// a naughty boy who //wants// to be punished.'@@
Her nails dig into your scalp, you whimper.
@@.mc;'Please...I just want some washing done...'@@
@@.carmen;'Not yet boy. Now let's start again and see if you can get it right.'@@ She lets go of your hair and sits on the counter.
'''KNEEL'''
You kneel almost instantly. Carmen holds her right stiletto centimetres away from your face. @@.carmen;'This time...'@@ she tilts her shoe and brings the heel to your lips. @@.carmen;'This time kiss them like you //mean// it.'@@
You lean in carefully to kiss the toe of her shoe, making sure not to be too quick. @@.carmen;'That's better'@@ she whispers. You finish kissing the other one as well. Carmen lifts your chin up with her foot. @@.carmen;'That wasn't so hard was it now?'@@ She smiles and gets off the counter. @@.carmen;'Alright, I //suppose// I'll get this washing done for you, I've had my fun.'@@
They are nice heels. And if you're going to kiss someone's shoes it might as well be an attractive, busty woman. One who instinctively knows how to control you. It wasn't really a bad thing to do, was it?
[[Relieved, you begin to stand up.]]@@.carmen;'See you're a natural at this...actually what is your name?'@@
@@.mc;'Oh right, it's $name.'@@ A natural? That's nice of her to say. You must have pleased her. Doing as you're told is working out well.
@@.carmen;'Well then $name. You've been great, I've never known a guy to be so gentle or even //dainty// with women's underwear...an absolute natural!'@@
@@.mc;'Err thanks I guess...'@@ You aren't quite sure whether to take it as a good thing...
@@.carmen;'Alright! Finally sorted that, let's load these babies into a machine.'@@
You help again. Well, you follow your orders more like.
@@.carmen;'I'll put these on a medium setting, there's nothing too flimsy to worry about.'@@
Personally it seemed to you that some of those garments wouldn't even last a light rinse...but you can't really argue. You can't help but wonder what //would// require a light setting.
[[You ask if you can come back in a few hours to collect the clothes]]@@.woman;'Come on!'@@
@@.mc;'The pink...'@@
@@.woman;'No way!'@@ She covers her mouth to suppress a laugh. @@.woman;'You're more into this than I thought!'@@
@@.mc;'I just picked them out at random!'@@
@@.woman;'Oh sure and you just accidentally put my thong in your bag right? It's just a coincidence you were hard as a rock in the blue ones yesterday too. There's //no way// you'd possibly //want// to pick the girliest option I gave you...'@@ She crosses her arms and looks at you with an air of disappointment.
@@.mc;'It was just random honestly...'@@
@@.woman;'Well if you keep insisting it was, maybe we should make things a bit less random.'@@
@@.mc;'Erm, less random?'@@
@@.woman;'Sure! I have loads of pretty pink panties, you can have some more! '@@
You try to respond but just end up mumbling.
@@.woman;'I do need to know if you're really wearing them though...and this isn't just a clever trick to get more of my panties! Bathroom tiiime!'@@
[[Cheryl takes you to the bathroom]]@@.woman;'Well //something// must have excited it yesterday, I thought it was your blue g-string...don't you like your pink ones?'@@
@@.mc;'I mean like is a strong word...'@@
@@.woman;'And yet you chose them! Hmm no I'm sure you like them, maybe you're getting too used to being in panties? It's just not //exciting// enough. Maybe we need to try something new?'@@
@@.mc;'Errr...new?'@@
@@.woman;'Yeah! I mean like, you're not gonna get more girly than pink panties on their own now are you? I think you need something else done you know? Like, I mean obviously not something people are going to see...we don't want to embarrass you too much!'@@ She laughs. @@.woman;'Oooh what about shaving your hair?!'@@
@@.mc;'Uhh my haircut is fine...'@@ Girls don't really shave their heads anyway...
@@.woman;'Oh you! No silly. Ok so. Don't freak out but I sort of noticed, you know your butt is cute and all, but there's a bit of hair...and I mean like, a hairy butt //and// legs kind of ruin the look of panties right? You wouldn't want a girl in nice underwear but hairy would you?'@@
@@.mc;'No...'@@
@@.woman;'See so you can't go around wearing panties and leave your ass and legs like that! Oh they'll be so nice and smooth. Personally I can't imagine having nasty hairy legs...you'll love it!'@@
@@.mc;'Isn't it a bit too much of an effort...'@@
@@.woman;'Oh but it's //so// worth it! Your legs will look super slender and totally hot! Don't worry I'll help you through your first time, I'm sure I have some wax or a razor or something lying around, down time at work is a great time to have a little touch up!'@@
@@.mc;'Cheryl...really? I mean come on shaving my legs?'@@
@@.woman;'Yes //trust me//. Nobody will know and it'll feel so good! I mean if you //really// don't like it the hair will grow back anyway. But I mean seriously, I bet you won't go back to a hairy butt and legs ever again!'@@
[[Cheryl tells you to wait there, while she goes to look]]@@.woman;'Prepare yourself $name! On three, one...two...three!'@@
@@.mc;'Aaah!'@@ You yelp.
@@.woman;'Hahaha, oh you big wuss! It's not that bad!'@@
You let her finish the rest very quickly. Your ass never was particularly hairly to tell the truth.
@@.woman;'Done!'@@ Cheryl rubs your ass @@.woman;'So smooth and round!'@@
@@.mc;'Uh thanks I guess?'@@
@@.woman;'Now...ok, turn around'@@
You turn around, thankfully still flaccid.
@@.woman;'We really can't have pubes poking out from your panties. This //may// be a //teeny, weeny// bit painful. But trust me, you'll be fine.'@@
She begins to wax your pubes without giving you a chance to respond. She casually catches your penis with her hand a few times, seeming to not mind she has your manhood right in front of her. She lifts your penis to wax around it, holding it daintily. You feel the blood rush to it and it stiffen.
@@.woman;'Oh getting excited are we?'@@ Cheryl laughs. @@.woman;'See I knew you'd enjoy getting rid of your body hair!'@@
She continues to carefully wax your pubic region. You're sure she squeezes your penis a bit more than needed...but she doesn't seem to be aware of [[anything aside from her task.]]@@.mc;'Aaaaahh!'@@ God this hurts. Your balls feel raw. You endure it just about.
@@.woman;'Done! See you made it!'@@ She fondles your balls and giggles, @@.woman;'sorry about these little guys though, it'll be better next time!'@@
You're still trying to get past the pain and don't really respond.
@@.woman;'I think it looks a bit bigger you know, see I'm doing you a favor! Even with that I reckon it'll look //much// cuter in your panties. No more yucky hair!'@@
She gets to work on your legs. You get used to the pain somewhat, you guess you started off with more sensitive areas...she could have started in a different place surely...was she deliberately trying to make you scream? You don't think she'd do that, she just wanted to make you look good in your panties, though some doubt remains.
With one final strip of your calf Cheryl squeals with delight. @@.woman;'Yaaay!'@@
It didn't take too long you suppose.
@@.woman;'Oh they look so nice and sleek $name! Let's see how you look in your panties!'@@ She guides your legs through them. @@.woman;'Oh lovely! Come on and the other side please!'@@
You twirl for her, enjoying how elated Cheryl looks.
@@.woman;'Oh //yes//! From behind you could fool me into thinking you were a girl!'@@
You're not sure you want this to be the case, but can't help but feel a little bit pleased, Cheryl's enthusiasm is infectious. Cheryl seems rather [[pensive for a moment.]]@@.mc;'Cheryl? What's wrong?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh well, I mean nothing. I dunno it's just well...I mean I know I was joking about getting you //excited//.'@@ She folds her arms and considers her thoughts. @@.woman;'I might be being silly but. I mean with your waxed legs and all that...you being //hard// looks a bit out of place...I mean I know with how girly your legs and butt look having male...organs is going to. But like, it'd just be more in keeping not being...//erect//.'@@
@@.mc;'You were the one touching it!'@@
@@.woman;'Oh whatever, don't make it sound like I was jerking you off!'@@
@@.mc;'Just don't blame me...'@@
@@.woman;'Fine whatever, I just think it'd be better with it soft and not obviously...there.'@@
@@.mc;'It's always going to be there!'@@
@@.woman;'Well //duh//. It just would barely notice when not hard! Plus then we can dress you up and pretend you're not a boy!'@@
@@.mc;'What? Cheryl I don't want to pretend I'm a woman...'@@ Does she really just look at you that way now? She can't mean getting rid of...surely? But what would hide it?
@@.woman;'Oh it'd totally be fun, actors do it all the time!'@@
You both hear the café's front door bell go.
@@.woman;'Fuck!'@@ Cheryl curses. @@.woman;'Shit, go into a cubicle, be quiet I can't have people finding out I'm doing stuff with a guy in the bathroom at work.'@@
[[She rushes out of the bathroom.][$waxedLegs to true]]@@.paris;'Right. //Why//?'@@
@@.mc;'You see, well. At the launderette...the woman...She didn't believe that I was bringing my housemates clothes to clean...'@@
@@.paris;'So you just let her //steal// our clothes?'@@
@@.mc;'She was forceful...I...I didn't want to make a scene. She said if I brought you back with me, we could get them back...'@@
@@.paris;'//Forceful//? Oh please I bet you didn't even put up a fight. Well at least you seem to have told the truth. Marion called me earlier saying went to the launderette to check after she couldn't see the clothes. She should be back soon, luckily for you the launderette were kind enough to clean them too, else you'd have been doing them by hand.'@@
@@.mc;'I'm sorry...really I am, I wanted to get them-'@@
@@.paris;'Yeah well. You failed didn't you?'@@ She leans into you, clasping your chin in her hand. @@.paris;'You need to learn from failure.'@@
@@.mc;'S-sorry, it won't happen again.'@@
She taps your cheek firmly. @@.paris;'You need to be taught a lesson.'@@
[[You hear the front door and Marion enters to kitchen][$laundryPunish to true]]@@.woman;'Oh no!'@@ Cheryl pouts
@@.mc;'What?'@@
@@.woman;'Your little guy is up again! You're not supposed to enjoy this like //that//.'@@
@@.mc;'I...it's just my body Cheryl, it's not like that it's just physical stimulation...'@@ Surely she could just ignore it? It's almost as though she wants to talk about it...
@@.woman;'If you say so. But it does seem to be a rather regular event now.'@@ She quickly rubs your chest and arms, moving down to your legs. You begin to sit up after she finishes the bottom of them, but she pushes you back down.
@@.woman;'Not yet $name.'@@ She begins to pull your thong down. @@.woman;'It'd be silly to leave even a tiny part without it.'@@
@@.mc;'But it's sensitive now...'@@
@@.woman;'Oh I didn't mean //that//. Just the part of your groin that the thong was covering...'@@
<<if $sph gte 3>>Did you just jump to her saying tiny, and assumed...?<</if>>\
She gently rubs your groin in, being careful to avoid your organ. @@.woman;'I //suppose// since you did mention it...I could?'@@ She takes hold of your penis.
You feel your scrotum contract, you do your best to hold...you buck ever so slightly.
@@.woman;'Are you? Oh you're not are you?'@@ She continues to hold your cock, gripping slightly more firmly. @@.woman;'You need to learn better control.'@@ You do your best and manage to stop yourself, just.
@@.woman;'Alll done. Stand up and let me see my handiwork!'@@
You let her look your over. @@.woman;'//So// shiny. You're almost like a doll!'@@ She giggles. @@.woman;'Oh my own real life dress up doll!'@@ She wipes her hands. @@.woman;'Wait there, I just need to go wash up a little.'@@
Doll?! Litle girl? But this all seems to sexually charged, you wish you could get your head around just what Cheryl is thinking. But maybe you shouldn't analyze it too hard, whatever this is has just had her holding your cock.
[[You wait for her to return from the bathroom][$frame to $frame - 1]]@@.mc;'Are you done yet Cheryl? Don't you have enough?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh I don't think I could ever have too many! But alright, one last one. Bend over and touch your toes for me!'@@
Well it's one last one...you oblige. Cheryl stands next to you.
//''SMACK!''//
@@.mc;'Ow!'@@ A jolt of pain goes through your backside. Did she just take a picture of spanking you ?! You turn to look at Cheryl, but she is looking straight at her phone.
@@.woman;'That's for you Brad! Mwah!'@@
You regain yourself. Your bottom stinging from Cheryl's hand. @@.mc;'For Brad?!'@@
@@.woman;'Yeah! He'll love it!'@@
@@.mc;'What?? Did he ask?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh no of course not. But though me spanking you was //hilarious//. I Can't wait for his reaction to seeing me spank you in a little pink thong! With you waxed and shiny too!'@@
@@.mc;'But come on this is cruel...'@@
@@.woman;'Oh don't be a wimp. It's fun. I mean I admit I wasn't going to but when you resisted...you know, you were asking for it.'@@
Cheryl gets dressed. @@.woman;'Right I really need to go home and get to sleep.'@@ She gives you a hug, leaning in to you and whispering: @@.woman;'Brad's right isn't he? You really are my bitch.'@@
She leaves and you [[go to bed|sleepDayThree][$braPhoto to true, $bradSpankPhoto to true, $submissive to $submissive + 1]]<a data-passage="Oh is that..."><img class="braImg" src="images/cherylBra.jpg"></a>
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</style>@@.woman;'Morning sleepyhead. I hope you had a //comfortable// night, I've made you a cup of coffee.'@@
@@.mc;'Thanks Cheryl.'@@ You rub the sleep out of your eyes, the situation once again truly dawning on you. You reach for the bedsheet to cover yourself up, but it's not there.
@@.woman;'Oh don't be shy, I've seen it //all// already. I put the sheet and your dirty clothes in the washing machine, they'll be done in a couple of hours.'@@
@@.mc;'What? When did you do that?'@@ She must have taken it off you when you were sleeping. Oh God. Your morning wood feels incredibly obvious.
@@.woman;'About 40 minutes ago, I was just doing some washing before I go to work and thought it made sense to include it you know.'@@ She sees you trying to hide your erection with your arms. @@.woman;'You certainly seemed to be having an //exciting// dream. I've made breakfast, let's eat!'@@
<img style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 15px 15px;" src="images/cherylPinkHeels.jpg" class="white-border">
She turns around and you can't help but ogle her terrific body, she's still in her babydoll which doesn't leave anything to the imagination. She's also wearing what you suppose can be described as slippers of a fluffy pink variety that seem to have been crossed with stiletto heels. Does she wear anything other than heels on her feet?
[[You join Cheryl for breakfast]]<<run UIBar.unstow()>>
<img src="images/avocToast.jpg" class="white-border" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 40%"> @@.woman;'There you are sweetie. I was beginning to think you weren't going to join me! Come on sit down'@@
You sit down and look to see what you can eat. Cheryl seems to have provided some Muesli and avocado on toast. You've had plenty of breakfasts worse than this, but it isn't quite bacon and eggs.
@@.woman;'Are you going to try to find a place to live in today?'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah, that's number one on my list. I could do with finding a job too really.'@@
@@.woman;'Oh right of course. You know, I could put you up for another night if you like or end up needing a place again.'@@ Her eyes drift to the bodysuit you have on. @@.woman;'You're a very //compliant// house guest.'@@
@@.mc;'I just didn't want to be rude, you were putting me up for the night without having ever met me before...'@@ You feel the fabric between your ass cheeks riding up a little, almost giving you a wedgie.
@@.woman;'Oh I get that, but //still//. I really wasn't expecting you to be sooo...''//easy//''.'@@ A small glint appears in her eye. @@.woman;'I was expecting much more of a fight, or maybe you just saying no completely.'@@
[['You would have given in, really?']]@@.woman;'Would it be alright if you tidied up breakfast while I have a shower and get dressed? You did a great job yesterday!'@@
You say you don't see why not, it's not like you can do much else at the moment.
Cheryl leans over and gives you a hug, her breasts press against the side of your face. She then ruffles your hair and walks off. @@.woman;'I won't be long!'@@
You tidy up for a while.
@@.woman;'$name!'@@ You hear Cheryl call from the bathroom.
@@.mc;'Yeah?'@@
@@.woman;'Could you help me with something?'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah, what do you want?'@@
@@.woman;'Just come to the bathroom please'@@
You walk to the bathroom and knock on the door. @@.mc;'Well, what is it?'@@
@@.woman;'Come in, I need you here.'@@
You walk in hesitantly, you see Cheryl with her back turned to you drying her hair. [[Towel wrapped around her body.]]Finally a chance to take off the bodysuit. You step into the shower and quickly spot the shower gel Cheryl meant. What hotel thought the design was appropriate? You wonder to yourself. The curved style looks eerily similar to the shape of a woman, and the style of the base creates the effect of an ass crack. Nevertheless you wash your body and hair.
The desire to relieve your erection is almost overwhelming, but you're not sure how to feel about doing it in Cheryl's shower.
[[You give in to your urges and masturbate][$wearLaceBody to false, $mastBathroom to true, $sph to $sph + 1]]
[[You decide better against it, it's a bit...creepy][$wearLaceBody to false]]You grab your shaft and masturbate vigorously, aiming to simply get yourself off as quick as possible. The feeling is close to ecstasy having been on the verge of blowing your load since last evening, Cheryl's magnificient breasts and ass...her ridiculously revealing outfits. Oh God. The feel of the satin on your body. Oh God, that brings you close.
@@.woman;'''$name! What are you doing?!'''@@ Cheryl screeches. @@.woman;'No! Not in my shower!'@@
You jump and barely keep yourself from slipping over. You desperately try to hide your current state.
@@.woman;'Get out of the shower.'@@
@@.mc;'Cheryl I-. I'm sorry. Why are you walking in on me?'@@
@@.woman;'I was just bringing you your clothes to wear and the towel if you needed it!'@@
@@.mc;'Oh well. I'm sorry. Thank you.'@@
Cheryl looks you up and down, first with seeming disgust, [[but then pity.]]<img src="images/cherylHJobOne.gif" style="float:right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px" class="white-border">
Cheryl laughs. @@.woman;'Does that feel better?'@@
@@.mc;'Yes, thank you.'@@
@@.woman;'Well, I didn't exactly do a lot'@@ she responds. @@.woman;'Turns out you //are// a ''very'' quick shooter'@@
You say it doesn't count, you'd done most of the job yourself in the shower anyway.
@@.woman;'Oh is that right? Very //impressive//. You must have been doing it in the shower for a few minutes. What //stamina// you have. Such a ''stud''.@@'
@@.mc;'There's no need for-'@@
@@.woman;'There's no need to masturbate in my shower. Or was wearing women's lingerie too much of a turn on for you? Is that your //thing//?'@@
@@.mc;'No...I'm not like that.'@@
Cheryl ignores you and heads back out of the bathroom. @@.woman;'Clean up the mess you made $name. I'm going to work, see yourself out.'@@
[[You wipe your cum off the floor and start to get dressed]]<<if $gstring is true>>
You start to put on your clothes, but it seems that Cheryl has forgotten your underwear. You open the bathroom door. 'Cheryl?' You call out. No response.
You see your bag on the living room floor, and go to collect your underwear. You open it, but there's a note on top.
<blockquote>@@.woman;I saw you put my g-string in your bag when getting your clothes so I thought I'd give you some others too! They should look great on you!
Also I assume you won't be needing your boxers so I took them out.
I put my number into your phone and took yours too. Call me if you need to sleep over again or about that job, or anything else! xoxoxox@@</blockquote>
You look further into the bag and see an assortment of tiny panties. You can't believe women wear this stuff daily, you can't wear any of these surely. But you can't go commando, not in your now only wearable pair of trousers.
You decide to check the washing machine. Over two hours still?!
[[Ugh you need to do too many things, you can't afford to wait that long.][$cherylPhone to true]]
<<else>>
You finish dressing yourself and begin to head out. You notice a note Cheryl has left on the table.
<blockquote>I put my number in your phone and yours in mine. Call me if you need to sleep over again or about that job, or anything else! xoxoxox</blockquote>
[[You head out of Cheryl's apartment|mastThought][$cherylPhone to true]]
<</if>>The door clicks shut behind you. You travel down the stairs and exit the tower block. You set out to find an estate of letting agent. Trouble is, you have no idea where to find one.
<img src="images/raceyShop.jpg" class="white-border" style="float:left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width:40%"> You wander around the town fairly aimlessly, hoping you'll come across something. The number of shops aiming at some sort of beauty products is seemingly endless, with a surprising number of 'racey' shops, you've never seen bdsm gear displayed in a shop window...and had no idea some of those devices existed, clueless to their use. Just where were the more standard shops? Aside from one bookstore and a few places to eat the only other places seemed to revolve around gym based products, with numerous images of muscled men on display. <<if $blueGString is true>> As you walk around you notice that your g-string is riding above the waist of your trousers, the realisation makes you incredibly self-conscious, regularly checking to see that your t-shirt is covering it up. You dread to think what it would look like if you had to bend over
<<else>>
<</if>>
Toward the outskirts of the town you eventually come across a rather grotty letting agent, but you don't think you can afford to be picky.
[[You enter the building]]<img src="images/receptionist.jpg" class="white-border" style="float:left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width:40%">After a while it becomes clear most of the homes available are way out of your price range, you ask the, far too attractive to be working here, receptionist if they have anything a bit more affordable to you. You are directed to the back of the office.
There is an ad, and it's affordable for you. But, alas, there seem to be a few catches. The low rent seems to be in return for the two current tenants being able to get rid of you on a whim, for the smallest of reasons. You also seem to be required to do the vast majority of the household tasks, to again please the two current tenants. Finally, you aren't allowed to complain about any loud noises, whether it's during the day or at night, you assume one of them either plays an instrument or plays very loud music.
While this is far from ideal, it seems to be the only real option available. The terms seem just about manageable. You tell the receptionist that you'll rent the room.
'What? Really?!' The receptionist seems stunned. 'You are aware of the conditions for this place?'
@@.mc;'Yes, but I can't really afford anywhere else...'@@
'Well, if you want it it's yours. My boss will be delighted. One final thing, before you can sign the current tenants have to ''approve'' you with an interview. Shall I call them and arrange one for you?'
[[You agree.]]Finding and sorting out a potential room took far more time than you had expected, and you still had more to do to seal the deal. There wasn't enough time left in the day to look for a job and there was always Cheryl's suggestion. Perhaps your new roommates could help you out as well.
There is still some time to kill before your interview. You figure you might as well grab a coffee at the café where Cheryl works.
As you enter you can't see Cheryl, or anyone else. You decide to sit and wait to see if anyone appears. After a while you begin to hear a voice from the back of the café. It gradually become clearer and you recognise it as Cheryl's, she enters chatting on her phone.
<<if $laceBody is true>>
@@.woman;'Yeah Amanda as I said, he slept over but nothing happened.'
-'I know you should have seen.'
-'Small, almost feminine'
-'I know but I felt bad'
-'I //know//. I've never known such a fast...'@@
She finally sees you and waves.
@@.woman;'Haha yeah completely different. Speaking of, he said he was coming over tonight!'
-'Oh Amanda! Don't be so vulgar!'
-'Hahaha! Anyway, $name has been waiting for a bit, I should hang up.'
-'Oh I will, and I bet I'm right!'
-'Byeee.'@@
<</if>>
[[She hangs up.]]<img src="images/parMarHome.jpg" class="white-border" style="float:left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width:40%">You follow the instructions the receptionist gave to you, you find the place without too much difficulty. It's a fairly nondescript house from the outside, probably converted by some greedy landlord trying to maximise profit.
You walk up the path to the red front door and ring the bell. A tall blonde woman answers the door, she could well be taller than you, @@.paris;'Hello? What do yo- Oh right are you $name? The guy who wants the spare room?'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah that's me'@@
@@.paris;'Oh come on in then, I was expecting you to look different I suppose.'@@ She opens the door and beckons you in, and shuts the door behind you. @@.paris;'Just through here please.'@@ You follow her, taking in her impossibly long legs, almost entirely shown off thanks to a blue miniskirt.
You head into what you assume is the living room, and sit on a comfortable, light pink couch with what seems like hundreds of fluffy pillows. You can't help but notice a couple of framed photographs of semi naked male bodies.
@@.parisl;'Marion!'@@ The woman shouts. @@.paris;'The guy is here for the interview.'@@ She turns to you. @@.paris;'I'm Paris by the way. I know there are some rules you haven't been told yet, but I'm not sure just exactly what you //have// been told by the letting agents, could you tell me?'@@
You tell her you know about doing most household tasks, to not complain about noise and that they can kick you out.
A woman appears, who must be Marion. She is a brunette, with short and slightly spiky her. She is roughly average height with a slight frame. Both women sit in front of you, you feel slightly intimidated due to having to look up to them from the low couch.
@@.marion;'Alright'@@ says Marion, @@.marion;'let's begin, I heard you saying what rules you were aware of but we need to go over some other things.'@@ Marion shuffles a few pieces of paper. @@.marion;'Sorry, we haven't had to do this before, we've never had a guy live with us.'@@
@@.paris;'Come on Marion it's all on the paper'@@ [[Paris says slightly irritated.]]<img class="white-border" style="float:left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px" src="images/womBath.png"> She takes you into the women's bathroom again.
@@.woman;'OK there's no risk of anyone seeing. Now ''show me''.'@@
You hesitate, you know you have nothing to hide, she's seen you naked and in lingerie. Is this how it's going to be with Cheryl? Your relationship now seems to be based on you in women's underwear and degrading your masculinity...
[[You pull your trousers down for her][$cafeBluePanties to true]]
[[You resist, isn't it enough you have them on?][$cafeBluePanties to true]]@@.woman;'No! I want to see what //you// chose! Was it the lacey red ones? Oooh or the pretty pink ones!'@@ She reaches towards your belt and unbuckles it. She then yanks your trousers down to your ankles.
@@.woman;'The blue high waist ones of course! You wanted people to catch a peek you slut!'@@
@@.mc;'What?! Don't call me that!'@@
@@.woman;'But just look at you,'@@ she cups your balls, @@.woman;'I bet you've been walking around hard like this //all// day, haven't you?'@@
@@.mc;'I...'@@
[[You admit it, you loved the feeling][$crossdress to $crossdress + 1]]
[[You deny it, you can't have someone think that about you]]@@.woman;'Mmmm that's right. Panties are all you need now aren't they?'@@ She grips your balls, @@.woman;'Don't they feel fantastic? They look so good too, it's all worked out wonderfully. It's almost like it was //meant// to happen, or you had it all planned...'@@ She begins to rub the head of your penis, @@.woman;'and this, we must be //very// careful about this $name. Being on edge all day...'@@ She gives it a gentle flick. <<if $mastBathroom>>@@.woman;'No we wouldn't want you to explode again so //quickly//.'@@
[[You ask if she can get you off again]]
<<else>>\
@@.woman;'But we can't do anything here...I'll just have to keep you //on edge//.'@@
[[You plead with her to help you out...it'll just be quick|You ask if she can get you off again]]
<</if>>@@.woman;'I //could//. But it's not //my// fault you've got yourself into such a...predicament.@@ <<if $mastBathroom>>@@.woman;Plus, I helped you out earlier! I'll get you off when //I// want to. Perhaps if you'd laster longer you wouldn't be so ''desperate''.'@@
@@.mc;'But the panties, you did this! //Please//.'@@
@@.woman;'''No.'' I think once is enough. If it's a problem I'll think of something else. Something more //creative//.'@@
<<else>>\
She gives the head of your penis a playful tap with her finger.
@@.woman;'If it's a problem I'll think of something else. Something more //creative//.'@@
<</if>>\
@@.mc;'W-What do you have in mind?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh don't worry, I'm sure you'll love whatever I think of! Pull your pants back up, unless you want to flash a stanger.'@@
She walks out of the bathroom, leaving you desperate to cum.
[[You pull up your trousers and walk out][$chastity to $chastity + 1, $chastityBathroomThought to true]]
[[You are too desperate, you walk into a cubicle to relieve yourself]]You sit back down next to Cheryl.
@@.woman;'When's your interview?'@@
@@.mc;'Not long now, about 30 minutes.'@@
@@.woman;'Well I hope you'll be able to //concentrate//. I wouldn't want you to be completely //ruined// due to me.'@@
You say you'll cope, but you aren't sure how things will go really. You ask her if she has any plans this evening.
<<if $bradLipstick is true>>@@.woman;'Oh ''yes''. You remember Brad from yesterday right? Well he'll be //coming// over this evening.'@@
@@.mc;'I don't know, yesterday Brad was kind of a dick...'@@
Cheryl sighs and mutters: @@.woman;'And what a dick...'.@@
@@.mc;'Uh, Cheryl?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh yeah sorry. I know but that was the whole lipstick thing, I mean only we'll know that you're in cute panties. Oh that makes it even //more// fun. Oh that's ''perfect''. You in panties next to //Brad// of all people...//Please// consider it won't you? You'll get a ''big'' reward.'@@
@@.mc;'I...I don't know. I wouldn't want to intrude you know?@@ [[Brad might not want another dude around?']]
<<else>>\
@@.woman;'Oh ''yes''. I mentioned Brad yesterday didn't I? My ex? Well he'll be //coming// over this evening.'@@
@@.mc;'Well, I hope you have a good time with him,'@@ you surely know what will happen, you're most curious about what she'll be wearing...
@@.woman;'Oh I will. It's just a shame I'll have to cook again,'@@ she rubs your shoulder @@.woman;'I could have got used to //our// arrangement.'@@
@@.mc;'Well sure, cooking was kind fun I'll admit.'@@
@@.woman;'Do you have any plans after the interview?'@@
@@.mc;'Not really, I suppose if I pass then I'll get to know my new roommates.'@@
@@.woman;'Well if you find yourself free, you can come over to mine again! I'm sure Brad wouldn't mind, I'm sure he would //love// to try your stir fry!'@@
@@.mc;'I don't know...I wouldn't want to intrude you know? Brad might not want another dude around?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh I can't see why he'd mind, plus if you do the cooking he'll get extra attention from me! I think he'd be rather happy with it all actually.'@@
@@.mc;'I don't know, [[I wouldn't have to wear that apron again would I?']]
<</if>><<if $cherylbradeve2 is true>>
@@.mc;'Maybe Cheryl, I'll have to see how the interview goes and the evening turns out.'@@
@@.woman;'Oh you're so nice $name, having you and Brad together will be //such// a great ''contrast''. It'll make everything so much clearer between you two, we could make the perfect little threesome together.'@@
@@.mc;'Thanks, I think? Anyway I have to go, I can't be late for this interview'@@
@@.woman;'Bye $name! Hope to see you later! I'll message you if we don't!'@@
<<if $naughtyBathroomTrig is true>>\
[[You head to your possible new home|naughtyBathroomTrig][$Cheryl + 1, $cherSnap1 to true]]
<<elseif $chastityBathroomThought is true>>\
[[You head to your possible new home|chastityBathroomThought][$Cheryl + 1, $cherSnap1 to true]]
<<else>>\
[[You head to your possible new home|Interviewflat][$Cheryl + 1, $cherSnap1 to true]]
<</if>>\
<<else>>
@@.mc;'I don't know Cheryl, I think I'll leave you and Brad be. Plus I really think I'll just end up getting to know my two roommates.'@@
Cheryl looks very disappointed. @@.woman;'Oh, that's alright, I suppose I'll manage just with Brad, we could've had some much fun together though.'@@
@@.mc;'Well some other time maybe. Anyway I have to go, I can't be late for this interview'@@
@@.woman;'Bye $name'@@
<<if $naughtyBathroomTrig is true>>\
[[You head to your possible new home|naughtyBathroomTrig]]
<<elseif $chastityBathroomThought is true>>\
[[You head to your possible new home|chastityBathroomThought]]
<<else>>\
[[You head to your possible new home|Interviewflat]]
<</if>>
<</if>>@@.mc;'OK I agree, I'll follow your rules.'@@
@@.paris;'Well then, I'm beginning to like you already! As long as you know your place we'll get along just fine.'@@ Paris crosses her legs and leans in slightly towards you. @@.paris;'Now then, we still want to get to know you just a little bit before we agree you can live here.'@@
@@.mc;'Well alright, I'd like to know you a bit too.'@@
@@.paris;'That can wait $name. This is about you, not us. So, come on, what brings you to us? We know the rent on this place is the main attraction, and most men couldn't stand taking orders from women. So you can't be some rich alpha type...Tell us.'@@
@@.mc;'Well no, I'm not particularly wealthy. I've moved here for a change, I've only been here for a day and need to find a job so didn't consider more expensive places you know. I'm desperate for all this to work out so I'm willing to make changes and do things outside of my comfort zone.'@@
@@.marion;'Oh that's nice!'@@ Marion asks. @@.marion;'I think you're gonna be a great roommate!'@@
@@.paris;'Hmmmm'@@ Paris seems slightly less effusive. @@.paris;'Alright, to tell the truth, we haven't had any recent applications and we do need someone to stay. I was even considering relaxing the rules, but there's no need for that now. Especially with how easy you seem!' Yes you'll //do nicely//.'@@ Paris looks you over, with a worrying grin.
@@.mc;'Are we done then?'@@
@@.paris;'Yes, we'll let you stay. This could turn into a very //interesting// situation. How about we go to a bar and have some fun. Are you up for that $name?'@@
<<if $cherylbradeve2 is true>>
[[You want to get to know them, but Cheryl's offer is too intriguing|callCheryl][$cherSnap1 to false, $bradCook to true]]
<</if>>
[[You decide you'll go to a bar with them][$cherylbradeve2 to false]]Paris and Madison seem to take an age getting ready. It's just a bar, do they really have to put in that much effort? You have to admit, both are a sight for sore eyes at the end of it. Paris' thigh-high leather boots are particularly pleasurable.
You begin to leave. @@.paris;'$name? Could you carry our handbags for us?'@@
You think of all the rules that you were supposed to comply with, and how you do want to get off on the right foot with them.
[[You carry their bags|outtobar][$submissive to $submissive + 1, $carryBags to true]]
[[They can manage on their own, you don't want them thinking you're a pushover|outtobar]]You walk until you reach a place with a neon pink sign: @@.sissy;DESIRE@@. They direct you into the front door.
<<if $carryBags is true>>
The bouncer on the door gives you a funny look, I guess most guys don't come in holding two handbags.
<</if>>
You head inside, the place is quite dark, with dashes of color, mainly a garish gold and pink similar to the sign outside.
You sit down at a table with Paris and Marion. A waitress in hotpants and @@.sissy;DESIRE@@ emblazoned on a black crop top walks over to your table. 'Hi guys, can I get you anything to drink?'
Paris speaks first, @@.paris;'We'll all share a bottle of white wine.'@@
'Can I get you anything to eat?'
@@.paris;'No.'@@
'Alright, I'll be back with your wine soon, have a nice evening.'
You would have liked to choose something else, or have a choice at all. You decide it's best not to moan about this either. [[White wine can be nice.]]@@.paris;'Chicken!'@@
@@.mc;'Some other time alright, you know I don't have much chance anyway.'@@
@@.marion;'Well maybe not but sometimes you've got to try at least.'@@
You finish your wine and so do Paris and Marion. You had a good time together and decide to head back to your new home. You get in and go to bed, saying goodnight.
[[You go to bed|sleepNightTwoMerge]]@@.mc;'Alright sure why not.'@@
@@.paris;'Well then,'@@ Paris says slightly surprised, @@.paris;'maybe you've got bigger balls than I thought.'@@
@@.marion;'Go on $name, let's see how you do'@@ Marion adds while smirking.
@@.mc;'Wish me luck.'@@ You stand up and walk over to the stunning woman, struggling to remove your eyes from her thighs.
How should you approach her?
[[Offer her a drink, play it safe to start]]
[[Compliment her dress]]@@.bianca;'I'm never one to turn down a drink, get me a glass of red.'@@
You turn to the bar tender and get her a large glass of red wine.
@@.bianca;'Oooh a large one, not trying to get me drunk are you?'@@
@@.mc;'Oh no...I, no I just wanted an icebreaker I guess.'@@
@@.bianca;'I don't mind you know. It's easier to fuck me if I'm a bit drunk.'@@
She sure is being...forward. Is this some sort of trap from Paris and Marion?
The woman knocks back her glass of wine. @@.bianca;'Come on then honey, get me another one and tell me your name.'@@
@@.mc;'Oh ok. I'm $name, and you?'@@ You order another drink for her.
@@.bianca;'I'm Bianca, pleasure to meet you and all that.'@@ She takes her glass and takes a large gulp of wine. @@.bianca;'So, what drew you to come over and buy me a drink?'@@
[[Be forward, she doesn't seem as though she'd mind]]
[[Play it safe still, it's going fine so far]]@@.bianca;'Oh my dress? Well thank you. Most guys seem to miss that and go for the stuff //under// it.'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah, well I mean that too of course...it's just a nice dress is all.'@@
@@.bianca;'That's very sweet of you. I'm not sure it goes with these heels though. What you do think?'@@
You look down at her <<linkappend"heels." t8n>>
[img[images/biancaHeels.jpg]]<</linkappend>>
@@.mc;'They seem to go alright to me...'@@ They are particularly striking...almost threatening in appearance, but no doubt are they sexy.
@@.bianca;'I can't help but think I should've painted by toenails a different color though...should I have gone with red to match my dress and lips rather than white?'@@
@@.mc;'Uhh, why are you asking me all this stuff about the way you dressed?'@@
@@.bianca;'Oh well you know...it's nice to have a guy's opinion on the things I wear. It's rather refreshing.'@@
@@.mc;'I mean I was just using it as an icebreak-'@@
@@.bianca;'So, white nails or red?'@@
@@.mc;'Well, uh, I mean read is good...the white goes well with black though.'@@
@@.bianca;'Oh well of course, all us girls know white goes great with //black//.'@@
[[For some reason you have difficulty not looking at her heels]]@@.mc;'Well those thighs for a start.'@@
@@.bianca;'Haha thank you! Flattery will get you far.'@@ She crosses her legs, revealing the highest part of her thigh. @@.bianca;'I assure you they feel as good as they look.'@@
@@.mc;'I'd love to test that theory out.'@@
She leans towards you. @@.bianca;'Buy me another drink and you might just get to.'@@ You look at her glass, empty once more. Just when did she manage to knock that back?
You hastily order another glass.
@@.bianca;'Soooo come on tell me a little bit about yourself $name. Do you always go up to random women in bars? Are you a bit of a casanova?'@@
@@.mc;'Oh no, I just got out of a relationship and thought you looked like you'd be a lot of fun. You are a lot of fun aren't you Bianca?'@@
She lasciviously looks at you, @@.bianca;'of course, I can be a //big load// of fun.'@@ She takes your hand and places it on her thigh. @@.bianca;'Feels good doesn't it.'@@
The feel of smooth, soft but firm thigh sends your heart pulsating.
@@.mc;'Fantastic.'@@
@@.bianca;'Mmm I knew you'd like it.'@@
You try to move your hand slightly higher up her thigh but she stops you. @@.bianca;'Don't push your luck, I'll let you know when you can do more.'@@
[[You decide to push your luck further]]
[[You keep your hands to yourself, for now]]@@.mc;'Oh you know, pretty woman at a bar and all that, standard stuff.'@@
@@.bianca;'Oh very...charming? Well thanks for the drink again. Do anything interesting with your life?'@@
You chat for a while, exchanging fairly dull pleasantries, but she doesn't seem to be that interested. You offer another drink but she declines. You begin to lose hope and start to say you'll go back to sit with Paris and Marion but she stops you.
@@.bianca;'Oh don't do that. I know they sent you over here, you're new to town and seem sort of low on confidence I get that. They just wanted to throw you an easy lay, which is nice of them. Tell you what, I'm going to go to the bathroom, meet me there in a couple of minutes, last stall on the right.'@@
She gets up, rubs your shoulder and walks to the bathroom.
You wait for a while and then follow her into the bathroom. As you pass, Paris and Marion give you a cheeky grin and wave.
[[Enter the bathroom stall][$biancaGossip to true]]@@.bianca;'Stop.'@@ Bianca glares at you. @@.bianca;'Why did you have to go and ruin it? Guys sometimes I swear. Get away from me.'@@
@@.mc;'But I-'@@
@@.bianca;'Go away, thanks for the drinks.'@@
You turn away from her. Paris and Marion seem to have gone home.
[[You go home as well and go to bed, cursing your stupidity|sleepNightTwoMerge]]You remove your hand, hoping this placates Bianca.
@@.bianca;'I didn't say you have to take it off completely you know, just not so high up. But, at least you stopped when I told you to...So what do you do?'@@
@@.mc;'Oh well, I'm inbetween jobs right now, I just moved here yesterday'@@
@@.bianca;'Ahh I wondered why I didn't recognise you, well it's always good to have another guy around town.'@@
@@.mc;'Thanks, what's your line of work then?'@@
@@.bianca;'Oh you know this and that, but stripping mainly.'@@
@@.mc;'Oh yeah? I'm sure you make a ton with a body like that right?'@@
@@.bianca;'Hahaha, you should see the amount some of the desperate guys pay. I feel kind of bad sometimes, but heels like this don't come cheap.'@@
@@.mc;'I'm sure you're worth every penny.'@@
@@.bianca;'Oh I am. But how much do you think that would be?'@@
@@.mc;'Uhh, $100?'@@
@@.bianca;'Ha, honey that...'@@ She leans towards you, exposing her heavy cleavage. @@.bianca;'That might get you a quick flash, but you're going to have to spend a little more for the good stuff.'@@
@@.mc;'You'd drain my bank dry in a short space of time I'm sure, but it may well be worth it.'@@
Bianca runs her tongue over her lips. @@.bianca;'Oh I'd drain more than just your bank account.'@@
[[You gulp.]]@@.bianca;'Get me another drink would you? I'm just going to go freshen up in the bathroom.'@@
You order another glass of wine and a beer for yourself. You look around the place, wondering who thought so much garish neon purple and pink was a good idea? You hadn't noticed the stage earlier either. Is that...a stripper pole? Hmmm maybe Bianca works here, surely she'd have mentioned that though. Is she working right now...on you? You look to where Paris and Marion are sitting but they seem to be gone. It's getting late but not too late, not that you'd know it with how dark this place seems to be.
You sit waiting for a while, wondering what Bianca's getting up to. She hasn't done a runner has she? Oh, no. You see her walking towards you hips swaying, tits bouncing. You really would pay good money to see those.
@@.bianca;'Sorry I took so long! I just wanted to look nice and sexy for you. She takes the glass and downs half of it.'@@ A giggle escapes her mouth. @@.bianca;'I think I might be getting a bit drunk now!'@@
@@.mc;'So does that mean I get a bit more.'@@
@@.bianca;'Oh you guys, always thinking of one thing...but yes.'@@ She turns on her seat towards you, parting her legs. Is she...has she taken her underwear off? Is that why she went to the bathroom?
@@.bianca;'Come on, kiss me then.'@@
You lean in and lock lips, christ it feels good to kiss a woman. You feel yourself getting lost in her full lips as she pulls away.
@@.bianca;'Not bad, you'll do. Shall we go?'@@
You mumble and stutter but manage to get a yes, still bemused by the situation. You head out the bar, or club or whatever it actually is and take a quick taxi home. Her hands rove across your body but she only allows you to feel her thighs.
[[You head inside your home][$biancaGossip to true]]You offer her a drink.
@@.bianca;'Really? A drink now? Don't be silly, where's your bedroom.'@@
As you head to your bedroom you see Marion walking to the bathroom, she gives you a smile and a thumbs up.
She slips her dress down to her waist, now displaying her fantastic, supple <<linkappend "breasts" t8n>>[img[images/biancaBreasts.jpg]]<</linkappend>>
@@.bianca;'You like? These babies are worth much more than $100 aren't they?'@@
@@.mc;'Yes...wow.'@@
She puts her arms around your neck and whispers into your ear @@.bianca;'be careful or I'll hold you to that. Now show me how much you like my tits.'@@
You grabs her tits and massage them gently, kissing them and swirling your tongue gently around her nipple.
@@.bianca;'Mmm yes.'@@ She drops her dress completely to the ground. She wasn't wearing panties. You feel her hands pressing down on your head. @@.bianca;'Lower $name, I want you //much// lower.'@@
You move down her stomach, but her hands continue to push you down, you reach below her navel. @@.bianca;'Let me sit on the bed, you need to get on your knees and pleasure me.'@@
You do as your told and get to work, beginning by gently playing with her clit. You continue for a while, the moans and moisture signalling that you must be doing something right. Her legs wrap around your neck and pin you in place, her thick thighs squeezing you in. She lets out a much loader moan.
@@.bianca;'Not bad at all $name. I think you deserve something from me. Let's see what you're hiding.'@@
[[You begin to strip down]]You take off your shirt.
@@.bianca;'Well, at least you're...trim, do you shave your chest? It's nice and smooth.'@@ Bianca runs her hand over your chest and tantalisingly just below your bellybutton.
@@.bianca;'Come on, off with the rest of it!'@@
You unbuckle your belt and strip down to your underwear.
<<if $wearBlueGString is true>>\
@@.bianca;'Oh my god what the fuck are you wearing? You bring a woman back for sex while wearing //those//?!'@@
You'd forgotten about your underwear...so taken in by Bianca's //charms//. You rapidly pull your trousers back up. @@.mc;'It's not what you think, forget about them, it doesn't matter.'@@ You move back in the kiss Bianca, trying to salvage the situation but she slaps you away.
@@.bianca;'I don't want to know whatever perverted shit you want to pull, to think I let you...ugh. While wearing...you weirdo.'@@
She frantically gets redressed. You follow her with a bit of distance to the front door, [[she calls you a freak while giving you a disgusted look.]]
<<else>>\
@@.bianca;'Come on and your underwear! This is always the most exciting part, the big reveal!'@@
She drops to her knees in front of you and pulls your underwear down. You're sure you hear her emit a slight sigh, but she quickly wraps her lips around the head of your cock. You soon forget any possible sigh as her mouth takes in all of your shaft, she fondles your balls and focuses on the head of your cock. This is the best head you may have had, ever. You're soon brought to the edge of an orgasm. You groan. She stops blowing you.
@@.mc;'Oh come on, already? No you're not cumming before you fuck me.'@@
[[She gets onto the bed, inviting you in]]
<</if>>@@.bianca;'Fuck me!'@@
You get in behind her, sliding your cock into her tight pussy. You start off slow, wary of blowing your load but she grind her hips on your dick, and you respond in kind, ramming in to her.
@@.bianca;'Aaah, harder! Faster! Yes!'@@
You pick up the pace, grabbing her ass and pulling her hard on your cock. It feels so good, but you're not going to last long.
@@.bianca;'Deeper!'@@
You're in as far as you can go.
@@.bianca;'I said deeper, fuck me like you mean it!'@@
You're about to blow your load, you make that clear.
@@.bianca;'Oh come on...don't cum inside me.'@@
You take your dick out and cum over her ass.
[img[images/biancaCumAss.gif]]
[[Bianca goes to the bathroom to clean up]]You wish you could've had lasted longer, the way her vagina contracted around your dick was amazing...guess that' why you blew your load so quick. You can't complain though, fucking a woman like Bianca on the second night since you've moved, maybe this was the right choice to make?
Bianca returns and begins to get dressed. @@.bianca;'Well I'll see you around. That was...fun, I guess.'@@ She gives you a peck on the cheek and you see her out the door.
You turn around and see Paris and Marion beaming at you. @@.paris;'Woo! Go $name! What a ''stud''.'@@ Paris laughs. @@.paris;'You almost managed to keep her up til 12 o'clock! Such a gentleman, letting her go home early like that, very efficient.'@@
@@.marion;'Oh don't be mean Paris, he managed to bring her home at least, you should know as well as anyone there's not much foreplay with Bianca now shouldn't you!'@@
@@.paris;'Oh quiet, it was //one time//. I'm only teasing you $name, first night in the house and you've already got a notch on the bedpost. Keep it up and I'll have competition'@@ she winks at you.
You chat for a while, they seem to treat you a bit better, as though bringing back Bianca has proved something to them.
[[You go to bed after a while|sleepNightTwoMerge][$paris + 1, $marion + 1, $biancaSex to true]]@@.bianca;'Right then, I'm not going to let you fuck me. But there's no guy in the world who wouldn't turn down a free blowjob now is there?'@@
@@.mc;'N-no, I guess not.'@@
Bianca gets to her knees in front of you, and unbuckles your belt. Your pants fall down to your ankles.
<<if $wearBlueGString is true>>\
@@.bianca;'Wait, what the fuck are these?'@@ She pulls on your g-string. A wave of shame washes over you.
@@.bianca;'Is this some kind of joke? Did they force you to come over to me to humiliate you?'@@ There's a look of pity in her eyes.
You finally manage to overcome your shame to answer. @@.mc;'No...it's a long story. But no Paris and Marion didn't force me to wear...these.'@@
@@.bianca;'I don't know if I want to hear that story...I guess they're sort of cute, I guess? On a guy like you at least. Do you want women to know you wear panties? Did you secretly hope I'd reject you and humiliate you?'@@ She pauses briefly. @@.bianca;'I mean I guess I could play along, I've had guys ask for worse things...'@@
@@.mc;'No I don't want that. I...I just couldn't turn down your off could I?'@@
@@.bianca;'Ha well I guess not! Are you //sure// you don't like showing yourself off to women like this, like some sort of fetish thing?'@@
@@.bianca;'No, I really don't...'@@
She seems to have forgotten about giving you a blowjob, too amused by a guy in a g-string. [[She runs her finger over the outline of your penis, which twitches in response.]]
<<else>>
She proceeds to pull down your underwear and gets to work on your dick. She's clearly skilled, taking it all, using her tongue and fondling your balls. She brings you to the edge a couple of times, making eye contact as she does. She releases it from her mouth.
@@.bianca;'How do you want to cum? Shall I swallow it?'@@
@@.mc;'Uhh yeah however you want to do it...'@@
@@.bianca;'Alright, just let me know when you're cumming.'@@
She focuses on the head, it's not long until you scream that you're cumming. She takes it all and wipes her mouth.
@@.mc;'Mmm thanks for the big load. I hope that makes you feel better.'@@
[[You leave the bathroom first][$exhibition to $exhibition + 1, $biancaBlow to true]]
<</if>>You sit back with Paris and Marion.
@@.paris;'That was quick,'@@
@@.mc;'W-was it? I mean it was only a blowjob...'@@
@@.paris;'Ohh right, didn't seal the deal, but even so...'@@
Bianca walks past the table and gives you a little wave. You wave back, and strangely notice Paris and Marion waving at her too.
You evade other questioning and head back home. You get back and say goodnight.
[[You go to bed|sleepNightTwoMerge]]@@.bianca;'You know, I'm used to guys not looking at me in the eyes. But gawking at my heels really?'@@ She grabs her breasts @@.bianca;'It's usually these babies that do it.'@@
You struggle to come up with a reasonable response...she does have fantastic breasts.
@@.bianca;'Maybe you //are// more interested in my clothes?'@@
@@.mc;'No...it's just you brought it up and I don't know I got lost in my thoughts that's all. You do have fantastic...'@@
@@.bianca;'Fantastic what?'@@ she leans over towards you, smiling.
@@.mc;'B-breasts.'@@
@@.bianca;'Ohh well thank you! You prefer them to my bra then?'@@
@@.mc;'Yes...of course.'@@
@@.bianca;'Haha, well not //of course//, not after the way you've behaved so far. What's your name anyway? Rather than thinking of you as clothes perv, I'd like a name.'@@
@@.mc;'It's $name, you?'@@
@@.bianca;'I'm Bianca.'@@
[[A waitress approaches both of you]]The waitress looks at Bianca. 'Hey there, got a drink for you from the guy sitting at the table over there.' She gestures towards a table behind you, where a smartly dressed black guy is sitting.
@@.bianca;'Ooooh thank you!'@@ She waves over to the black guy and blows a kiss.
@@.mc;'Do you know him?'@@ You ask.
@@.bianca;'I don't think so...he looks //nice// though. Plus a girl can never turn down a free drink.'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah I...guess'@@
@@.bianca;'Oh you don't mind do you?'@@
@@.mc;'Mind? Why would I mind?'@@
@@.bianca;'Well...I mean I know we've just been talking about girly clothes stuff. But to him...it looks like you're trying to chat me up and to well you know...buy me a drink while you're trying...'@@
@@.mc;'Oh well, I mean I can't stop a guy buying a pretty woman a drink you know?'@@
@@.bianca;'But isn't it kind of...insulting? He's just ignored you...or basically said you haven't got a chance just by buying a drink.'@@ You notice her eyes keep glancing over at him.
@@.mc;'Well I guess I just disagree.'@@
She doesn't look back at you. @@.bianca;'He's just...emasculated you...the nerve...I think. I think I'm going to go have a little chat with him, do you mind? Could you watch my purse and keep my seat? Thanks'@@
[[You watch her walk over to him]]She initially just stands next to the table, but he quickly motions for her to sit down and she accepts.
Time passes, you can hear a lot of giggling and see a lot of touching. You wonder how much longer she'll take to thank a guy for buying her a drink...
The waitress comes back over to collect the glass she left, and seems to give you a look of pity. You look back over to the table, he now his arm around her shoulder. You stare into the bottom of your glass. How much longer is she going to be? How much longer should you wait? You did say you'd watch her purse...it'd be rude to stop, right? Should you go over there and talk to them?
Eventually she comes back over to you. @@.bianca;'Thanks for watching my purse and seat! You're a sweetie. I hope I wasn't too long, Marcus was just so funny though! I guess I could've taken my purse over there...I hope you didn't mind sitting and watching us.'@@
@@.mc;'No...no I was fine.'@@
@@.bianca;'Oh well that's good to know. I'm just going to go to the bathroom quickly!'@@
[[You watch her head to the bathroom]]You order another beer, wondering how long you'll have to wait this time. You look around the bar, Marcus doesn't seem to be at his table anymore. Paris and Marion are walking over to you.
@@.paris;'Heyyy, having fun?'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah...'@@
@@.paris;'What's happened to the woman?'@@
@@.mc;'Oh she just went to the bathroom, she'll be back soon.'@@
Paris smiles. @@.paris;'What about the guy at the table?'@@
@@.mc;'Uhh I guess he left?'@@
Marion laughs, @@.marion;'well, we're heading off as well, have a good one.'@@
<<if $carryBags is true>>\
@@.paris;'At least we've found out you're great a clutching a purse. You might come in some use!'@@
<</if>>\
Paris and Marion leave. You sit and wait. And wait. Women sure do take a long time in the bathroom.
[[You continue to wait for Bianca.]]You notice here adjusting her hair and dress as she walks over to you.
@@.bianca;'I'm baaack, sorry about making you wait so much! Marcus was very naughty sweeping me away like that wasn't he? Most guys wouldn't have stuck around for me you know, I think I like you already.'@@
@@.mc;'Well...I thought it'd be rude to not look after your purse you know...'@@ You see Marcus exiting the bathroom. @@.mc;'Was he..? Was he in there with you?'@@
@@.bianca;'That's just what I was moving on to! I've got //no doubts// about my nail color anymore! Marcus was such a great help.'@@
@@.mc;'Oh, he was interested as well?'@@
@@.bianca;'Oh yes he was very interested about the black and white issue. Extraordinarily //forceful// too.'@@
@@.mc;'Well, what's the verdict?'@@
@@.bianca;'Black definitely goes with white. It's a //perfect// fit. You think so too don't you?'@@
[['Yeah I mean I guess...']]@@.bianca;'Oh christ these heels are killing me. The price us women pay for beauty' She stops walking. 'I can't do this anymore.'@@ She takes off her heels. @@.bianca;'Would you mind carrying these for me?'@@
You oblige...you're still going back to her place, you can handle carrying some shoes and a purse.
@@.bianca;'We're here!'@@ She takes her heels and purse back off you. @@.bianca;'Thanks so much you've been such a perfect gentleman this evening! Well, goodnight I'll see you around!'@@
@@.mc;'Err, could I get a cup of coffee maybe?'@@
@@.bianca;'Oh I mean, I'm kind of tired out you know? Plus I have to get up in the morning and do stuff...some other time maybe?'@@
@@.mc;'Oh. Yeah I guess, sleep well.'@@
@@.bianca;'Aww you look disappointed...you know what, maybe you can come over sometime and help me pick out outfits?'@@
@@.mc;'I mean, I guess.'@@
@@.bianca;'Oh it'd be great. Oooh you know, you and Marcus made such a great team together, you could both come over! That'd be so good! Anyway I really should be going to bed!'@@
You watch her enter her home, and head back to yours and eventually [[go to bed|sleepNightTwoMerge][$biancaGossip to true, $biancaRace to true]]<img src="images/avocToast.jpg" class="white-border" style="float:left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width:40%"> @@.woman;'There you are sweetie. I was beginning to think you weren't going to join me! Come on sit down'@@
You sit down and look to see what you can eat. Cheryl seems to have provided some Muesli and avocado on toast. You've had plenty of breakfasts worse than this, but it isn't quite bacon and eggs.
@@.woman;'Are you going to try to find a place to live in today?'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah, that's number one on my list. I could do with finding a job too really.'@@
@@.woman;'Well I think I might know an opening, a friend of a friend is opening a new place. Some sort of bar I think? Anyway I think they're still looking for bar staff or something. I can probably get you an interview if you want one?'@@
'Sounds good. I'd rather get an apartment sorted and have a little look around at general job opening before committing to anything though if that's ok.'
@@.woman;'Oh sure, just let me know!'@@
[[You finish your breakfast|You finish your breakfast2][$lipstickOn to false]]@@.woman;'Would it be alright if you tidied up breakfast while I have a shower and get dressed? You did a great job yesterday!'@@
You say you don't see why not, it's not like you can do much else at the moment.
Cheryl leans over and gives you a hug, her breasts press against the side of your face. She then ruffles your hair and walks off. @@.woman;'I won't be long!'@@
You tidy up for a while.
Cheryl finishes in the bathroom and returns dressed for work.
'I really need to get going, you can use the bathroom and get ready and whatever and see yourself out alright? Good luck with the apartment and job hunting! Oh by the way, could you not use the big bottle of shower gel, that stuff is expensive as. There's a little bottle of one I got from a hotel in there as well, thanks!''
Cheryl leaves.
You step into the shower and quickly spot the shower gel Cheryl meant. What hotel thought the design was appropriate? You wonder to yourself. The curved style looks eerily similar to the shape of a woman, and the style of the base creates the effect of an ass crack. Nevertheless you wash your body and hair.
You get dressed with little incident.
[[You head out of Cheryl's apartment|cityDay2]]<<if $gstring is true>>
You finish up in the shower. You start to put on your clothes, but you can't seem to find your underwear. You open the bathroom door.
@@.mc;'Cheryl?' You call out. No response, seems as though she's gone out.
You see your bag on the living room floor, and go to collect your underwear. You open it, but there's a note on top.
<blockquote>Had to go out to work, let yourself out.
@@.woman;I saw you put my g-string in your bag when getting your clothes so I thought I'd give you some others too! They should look great on you!
Also I assume you won't be needing your boxers so I took them out.
I put my number into your phone and took yours too. Call me if you need to sleep over again or about that job, or anything else! xoxoxox@@</blockquote>
You look further into the bag and see an assortment of tiny panties. You can't believe women wear this stuff daily, you can't wear any of these surely. [[But you can't go commando, not in your now only wearable pair of trousers.][$cherylPhone to true]]
<<else>>
You finish up in the shower. You start to put on your clothes, but you can't seem to find your underwear. You open the bathroom door. 'Cheryl?' You call out. No response, seems as though she's gone out. You notice a note on the table.
<blockquote>@@.woman;I put my number in your phone and yours in mine. Call me if you need to sleep over again or about that job, or anything else! xoxoxox@@</blockquote>
[[You head out of Cheryl's apartment|cityDay2][$cherylPhone to true]]
<</if>>@@.woman;'Oooh you seem a bit eager. The blue high waist ones! Fantastic taste, an excellent choice if you want people to catch a peak too you naughty thing.'@@
@@.mc;'But...no I don't want anyone to see...'@@
@@.woman;'You wanted me to see though didn't you? Fond memories from last time perhaps?'@@
@@.mc;'Uhh no, forget that...'@@
@@.woman;'How can I? Especially now I can see you //straining// inside your panties. This guy clearly likes it.'@@ she cups your balls, @@.woman;'I bet you've been walking around hard like this //all// day, haven't you?'@@
@@.mc;'I...'@@ You don't know how to respond. Why has wearing panties made you so hard? You've never even thought about wearing them, or enjoying them! The nice soft feel...oh stop.
[[You admit it, you loved the feeling][$crossdress to $crossdress +1]]
[[You deny it, you can't have someone think that about you]]@@.woman;'Oh really? You mean to say that nice deep red is from just getting hard now?'@@
@@.mc;'Well...I mean, uh, it's not what you think really...'@@
@@.woman;'And just what do I think?'@@
@@.mc;'That I like wearing...'@@
@@.woman;'Women's panties? Well, certainly one part of you does. You shouldn't be embarrassed about it! I can get turned on when wearing sexy lingerie too.'@@
@@.mc;'But that's-'@@
@@.woman;'Oh don't give me the whole only women should wear lingerie stuff. I mean //sure// most guys would look ridiculous and wouldn't even dream of it, why should that stop your enjoyment?'@@
@@.mc;'It's just...what are women going to think?'@@
@@.woman;'Well //I'm// a woman and I ''love'' you in panties, they look so //cute// on you!'@@
@@.mc;'I don't want to look cute...'@@
@@.woman;'Adorable then.'@@
@@.mc;'No, not that either.'@@
@@.woman;'Would you rather be slutty? I mean you'd need to wear something different...'@@
@@.mc;'H-how about just...handsome? Anything a bit more...masculine?'@@
@@.woman;'Aww honey, don't be like that. You've got to work with what God gave you. Trust me all my friends would eat you up!'@@
@@.mc;'I guess...'@@
@@.woman;'Good that's better, now. You've been walking about stiff and enjoying these all days //haven't you?//'@@
[[You accept it, she's right|You admit it, you loved the feeling]]You can't take this. You rub one out quickly for that sweet release.
Upon exiting the bathroom you see Cheryl standing with her arms folded.
@@.woman;'You just relived yourself in my café's bathroom didn't you?'@@
@@.mc;'I...yes. I did.'@@
<<if $cherylStronger>>\
@@.woman;'Even after I explicitly told you you weren't allowed to cum?!'@@
@@.mc;'Well yes but I mean...you don't control-'@@
@@.woman;'In this café I damn well do! As I said what about other customers?!'@@ She looks pissed at you.
@@.mc;'I'm, I'm sorry...I just really had to.'@@
<<if $mastBathroom>>\
@@.woman;'Even after I got you to cum earlier today?!'@@
@@.mc;'I couldn't help it...'@@
@@.woman;'Not good enough. But I suppose that really does show you love wearing panties, even more than I thought.'@@
@@.mc;'I'm sorry, really.'@@
<<else>>\
@@.woman;'Couldn't you have waited and done it later?'@@
@@.mc;'It was too much...'@@
<</if>>\
@@.woman;'Nope, not good enough.'@@ She walks up to you, cutting a strangely [[intimidating figure for such a slender woman.]]
<<else>>
@@.woman;'In the bathroom?! Of a café?! Eww! And I told you not to!'@@
@@.mc;'I was desperate!'@@
@@.woman;'God guys sometimes! It's like you need to have some sort of device to control you! You were really that worked up by those panties?!'@@
@@.mc;'I mean...you did tease...'@@
@@.woman;'But //still//, you were already pent up before me weren't you?! Hahaha I guess that means you're going to want to keep wearing them then huh??'@@
@@.mc;'No I mean...not all-'@@
@@.woman;'Oh don't be silly $name, you clearly //love// wearing them, and I think they're great for you. It's settled, we can be underwear buddies! I'll totally let you borrow more if you need them! Oh you have so much more to learn, and to see what style and color suits you the most!'@@
@@.mc;'Well erm if you want it I guess'@@
@@.woman;'Aww see you're so nice, I'm glad you agree! I have such cute ones with bows. I guess I'll forgive you!'@@
Cheryl eventually calms down and [[sits down|You pull up your trousers and walk out][$crossdress to $crossdress + 1]]
<</if>>@@.mc;'Oh I'm sorry, I'd love to go I've just made plans with someone else already...'@@
@@.paris;'Oh. Dome other time then. We'll get to know each other quick enough. Enjoy your evening!'@@
Paris and Marion head to their bedrooms.
You get your phone and try to find Cheryl's number, you call it...
@@.woman;'Hiii gorgeous!'@@
@@.mc;'Hi Cheryl, is it still ok if I come round to yours?'@@
@@.woman;'Of course it is! Does this mean your interview didn't turn out well?'@@
@@.mc;'Oh no no I got the place-'@@
@@.woman;'Oooh a celebration is definitely in order!'@@
@@.mc;'Haha yeah I guess'@@
@@.woman;'Didn't want to go out with your new roomies though?'@@
@@.mc;'Oh well I mean they seem...fine. I just wanted to see you again...'@@
@@.woman;'''Such'' a sweetheart. Come on over asap! You can help me get ready for Brad!'@@
@@.mc;'Alright, I won't be long. Bye.'@@
@@.woman;'Byeeee! Mwah.'@@
[[You hang up and head over to Cheryl's]]With a little bit of trouble, but not too much you find yourself outside of Cheryl's building. She buzzes you in and you get to her front door. You ring the bell and the door opens soon after. The door swings open violently.
@@.woman;'Thank God you're here! How do I look?!'@@
<a data-passage="CherylDoorOpen"> <img class="white-border" alt="Cheryl Dress" src="images/cherDressGreeting.jpg"></a>@@.woman;'I need your opinions $name!'@@ she grabs your hand @@.woman;'I think you'll be ''amazing'' at picking out clothes for me to wear! I'm sure you'll enjoy it, in more ways than one!'@@
@@.mc;'I uh well ok? I guess I can help like that...'@@
She take you into her bedroom.
@@.woman;'Right $name. First things first. Panties or no panties?'@@
@@.mc;'Oh...I thought it'd just be dresses...'@@
@@.woman;'Nope I want your help on everything! Come on!'@@
@@.mc;'Well I mean...panties can be sexy and less slutty than nothing so I guess?'@@
@@.woman;'Hmmm that's what I was thinking, it's good for you to back it up.'@@ <<if $blueGString is true>>Her eyes light up. @@.woman;'Oooh we can totes be matching panties buddies! I'm sure I have a pair practically identical to your ones! Oh //definitely// wearing panties now!'@@ Sure enough, she fishes out a pair almost exactly the same as the ones you're wearing.<</if>>
@@.woman;'Alright, now a trickier one. Bra or no bra? Brad //loves// my tits, and of course no bra is hot, but a good push up bra can make them look...//spectacular//.'@@
You consider Cheryl's firm, gravity-defying rack...why does she need a bra? @@.mc;'I'd go no bra for sure.'@@ Wait, //I'd//? You don't have...
@@.woman;'Hmmm I guess I could wear a deeper cut dress...alright, you seem to have good taste I'll go with it, plus you have a little bit of male insight'.'@@
Cheryl continues to question you on things like skirt length, how much cleavage, back style and so on. Most of the time you seem to both settle on the most revealing option.
@@.woman;'Ok $name, I'm going to start to try some stuff on. Promise not to look, oh or actually go out of the room while I get dressed! Only Brad gets to see underneath tonight'@@ She lets out an excited giggle.
[[You wait outside the room]]<img src="images/doorClose.gif" alt="door close" style="float:left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px" class="white-border">\
She tries on a few dresses asking your opinion. After waiting outside and judging numerous times she eventually settles on a tiny purple dress, exposing her breasts, barely covering her ass and showing off a bit of midriff. You're half worried about Brad wanting to do it in front of you...
Still, she persists on your opinion. @@.woman;'What lipstick would go with this?'@@
<<if $bradLipstick>>You think about Brad's reaction to seeing you in lipstick...@@.mc;'Uhh I don't know...why ask me about lipstick...?'@@
@@.woman;'But you looked so good in it yesterday come on! If this is about Brad yesterday just forget it, it'll be fine. Just give me your opinion!'@@
@@.mc;'Well, uh, red?'@@
<<else>>@@.mc;'Red?'@@<</if>>
@@.woman;'Oh so passé, and not with purple...nor a blue g-string, no. Come on, what goes with purple...and what would you want to leave on a guy's dick while wearing@@ <<if $blueGString>>@@.woman;blue...well while wearing what you've got on now!'@@<<else>>@@.woman;blue panties?'@@<</if>>
What?! You don't want to think about that... @@.mc;'Uh, what about a darker purple?'@@
@@.woman;'Ooooh yes, you certainly know how to smear a cock.'@@
@@.mc;'What?!'@@
She ignores you, applying her lipstick carefully. <<if $lipstick is true>>@@.woman;'Do you want some on you as well?'@@
@@.mc;'No thanks'@@
@@.woman;'But you picked it!'@@
@@.mc;'Not with Brad...'@@
@@.woman;'Oh he won't mind, he'll be more focused on me, go on it'll look good! You won't have to smear yours either! Not if you don't want to anyway.'@@
@@.mc;'No. I'm not wearing lipstick again.'@@
@@.woman;'Fiiine, I'll let you off tonight'.@@
<</if>>\
[[You wait patiently while she applies the rest of her makeup]]@@.woman;'Finished! Do I look ok?'@@
She turns around, revealing subtle yet sultry makeup.
@@.mc;'You look stunning!'@@
@@.woman;'Thanks $name, you really know how to prepare a girl for a date! Now for the final piece, my favorite heels!'@@
She rummages around in her wardrobe for a while.
@@.woman;'Oh I love those so much!' She slips them on. 'What do you think? So pretty, right?'@@
<a data-passage="Yeah they're lovely"><img src="images/cherylFavoriteHeels.jpg" title="Cheryl Red Heels" class="white-border"></a><img src="images/cleaning.gif" alt="Tits cleaning" style="float:left;margin:0px 10px 10px 0px" class="white-border">You help her tidy up and make the place presentable. You do most of the work as Cheryl seems to have trouble doing much in what she's wearing. Why are you doing this? Wasn't this supposed to be a fun evening, maybe a little bit of cooking at most...but choosing her clothes and cleaning the place for them? Cheryl does genuinely seem happy that you're helping at least, she does seem to value you.
@@.woman;'I really wish I could help you $name, I guess I hadn't considered cleaning in this stuff...you're a life saver'@@
You finish up finally, half of you feels as though you want to go to bed already.
@@.woman;'Right we really need to get the food started, he says he's going to be 15 minutes! Do you want an apron?'@@
@@.mc;'Err...will it be the same one as last time?'@@
@@.woman;'Of course!'@@
[[You'll wear it, it still serves a function|dressCherylThought][$noApron to false]]
[[No...you try to save some pride|dressCherylThought][$noApron to true]]@@.woman;'Alright! I think it's still in the kitchen'@@
Sure enought it's there. Carefully folded on the table.
[img[images/cherylApron.png]]
She picks it up and puts it on over your head, tying you up front behind.
@@.woman;'You know $name I think I might be a bit taller than you in heels now! It's fun being pretty much the same height as a guy! Really changes the dynamic!'@@ She playfully ruffles your hair.
@@.mc;'Haha yeah...really fun...'@@
@@.woman;'Alright lookin' good $name!'@@
You start cooking some pasta under Cheryl's guidance, she insists she needs to sit down because her heels are painful.
[[You hear the buzzer go]]<img src="images/tomato.gif" alt="tomato chop" style="float:left;margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px" class="white-border">@@.woman;'Alright let's try something different this time! Let's get a tomato sauce going for some pasta or something, that'll be pretty quick!.'@@
You start cooking under Cheryl's guidance, she insists she needs to sit down because her heels are painful. You hear the buzzer go.
@@.woman;'That must be him!'@@ Cheryl excitedly hurries to see, and opens the building's door for him. A few moments later there's a knock on the front door.
@@.woman;'I'll go and let him in!'@@
Though not in the same room, you can still hear them.
@@.woman;'Heeey Brad! Come in!'@@
@@.man;'Hey Cheryl! Damn you look hot!'@@
Cheryl giggles. @@.woman;'Oh you!'@@
@@.man;'Come on give me a kiss'@@ Brad says, almost demanding it.
It goes quiet for a few moments but Cheryl then starts giggling again.
@@.woman;'Stop it! Not yet! $name is in the kitchen!'@@
[['Who?']]@@.woman;'That must be him!'@@ Cheryl excitedly hurries to see, and opens the building's door for him. A few moments later there's a knock on the front door.
@@.woman;'I'll go and let him in!'@@
Though not in the same room, you can still hear them.
@@.woman;'Heeey Brad! Come in!'@@
@@.man;'Hey Cheryl! Damn you look hot!'@@
Cheryl giggles. @@.woman;'Oh you!'@@
@@.man;'Come on give me a kiss.'@@ Brad says, almost demanding it.
It goes quiet for a few moments but Cheryl then starts giggling again.
@@.woman;'Stop it! Not yet! $name is in the kitchen!'@@
[['Who?!']]Cheryl gets Brad to sit next to her. You remember to take off your apron this time.
Brad compliments your food, @@.man;'this is pretty good! I don't know if it's Cheryl's guidance or what I still wouldn't cook myself but you're definitely not out of place in the kitchen.'@@
Cheryl chimes in, @@.woman;'he's good at cleaning too!'@@
Brad looks at you quizically. @@.man;'She's got you cleaning as well bro? Damn you'll be cleaning her laundry and shit at this rate, you've barely known each other for two days!'@@
@@.woman;'Sounds like a good idea to me!'@@ Cheryl titters, the wine must be getting to her.
@@.mc;'Cheryl gave me a place to stay it was the least I could do.'@@
@@.man;'Alright man I'm only kidding with you!'@@
You continue to eat your meal, trying to tune out some of the flirting between Cheryl and Brad.
<a data-passage="You begin to clear the table"><img alt="Cheryl Brad Flirt" src="images/cherylBradMeal.gif" class="white-border"></a>You all finish. 'Could you clean up for us $name?' Cheryl asks you, with her hand clearly groping Brads groin.
Brad howls with laughter. @@.man;'Man she really has got you! Damn I've never known the guy to be the girl's bitch!'@@
@@.woman;'Brad! Take that back! $name isn't my...//bitch//.'@@ She looks at you with an apologetic expression.
@@.man;'Oh come on, he's just doing what you tell him!'@@
@@.woman;'He's just being nice!'@@
@@.man;'Yeah yeah.'@@ Brad looks at you disrespectfully. @@.man;'If you're Cheryl's bitch, and Cheryl's //my// bitch...what does that make you to me?'@@
@@.woman;'I'm not your bitch Brad!'@@ Cheryl hits his arm, but it seems more playful than anything.
You think back to Cheryl telling you how Brad often wouldn't allow her to wear clothes or how she did all the cooking, [[cleaning and so on...]]@@.woman;'I have not! I made him go out of the bedroom while I changed thank you very much.'@@
@@.man;'Hahaha Oh man. Wait he helped you pick out clothes and he didn't even get to see the goods?! Good God man she's got you on lock. What else does he know?'@@
<<if $cherylStronger>>@@.woman;'Erm, //well//...he knows how you liked to spank me...'@@ Cheryl blushes.
@@.man;'Damn right I do! Gotta keep you in your place. How on earth did that one come up though, did $name want to spank you?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh it's a long story you know we arm wrestled an-'@@
@@.man;'You //arm wrestled//?'@@
@@.woman;'Well yeah, I can't remember why but then we talked about big guys you know and I don't know it got on to dominance and how you'd spank me...'@@
@@.man;'So did $name spank you? Who spanks harder?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh I'm //sure// you spank harder Brad, but no he didn't spank me...I gave him a little tap though!'@@ Cheryl laughs.
@@.man;'//You//, gave //him//?!'@@ Brad turns to you. @@.man;'Come on dude, how can you let a girl do that?'@@
You finally get a chance to talk, not that it's a question you really want to answer. @@.mc;'I mean, she did it while I wasn't looking you know...I wouldn't just let her...'@@
Cheryl interrupts you. @@.woman;'It was just a bit of fun! You didn't mind did you $name?'@@
@@.mc;'I guess not...'@@
@@.woman;'See it's all fine.'@@ Cheryl tries to move the conversation along. @@.woman;'Let's go watch the TV or something.'@@
[[You begin to move into the living room][$submissive to $submissive + 1]]
<<else>>@@.woman;'Oh just how much of a brute you are in general, nothing too specific...'@@
@@.mc;'Does he know how you love to be spanked like a naughty girl?'@@
Cheryl blushes. @@.woman;'//Brad!//'@@
@@.man;'It makes her putty in your hands!'@@ Brad laughs. @@.man;'Not all chicks are down for it...but Cheryl here. Say $name, ever spanked a chick?'@@
@@.mc;'Err, no...I-'@@
@@.man;'No?! Oh man you gotta give it a go sometime. I'm sure Cheryl would let you.'@@
@@.woman;'//Brad!//. No!'@@
@@.man;'Oh come on why not? I wouldn't mind $name doing it, you know just for him to get a bit of experience.'@@
Cheryl looks down into her glass. @@.woman;'No...it just wouldn't be the same...'@@
@@.man;'Ha I guess you're right. Your bitch shouldn't get to spank you.'@@
Cheryl tries to move the conversation along. @@.woman;'Let's go watch the TV or something.'@@
[[You begin to move into the living room]]
<</if>>You notice Brad and Cheryl whispering to each other and laughing but think little of it. They let you walk out of the kitchen first.
A hand strikes your butt. @@.mc;'Ow!'@@
@@.woman;'Sorry $name! Brad made me do it...'@@ Cheryl smiles sheepishly.
@@.mc;'Oh, I...whatever.'@@
Brad laughs. @@.man;'Man and you don't even complain! I guess you really aren't the type who spanks chicks.'@@ Brad picks Cheryl up over his shoulder and carries her over to couch.
@@.woman;'Put me down Brad! This is unfair you're too strong'@@
You sit down next to Brad and Cheryl who is perched on Brad's lap. You watch some television, continuing to drink alcohol. It's some terrible drama show you can't bring yourself to care about, with a ton of sex in it. Cheryl and Brad seem to be enjoying it, but also are getting progressively more amorous with on another. You knew you'd be a bit of a third wheel but it's beginning to get a bit much for you.
The drama finishes and it seems as though they've half forgotten that you're even there with roving hands and lips on each other.
@@.mc;'Erm...shall we watch something else.'@@
Cheryl looks at you @@.woman;'I don't know, I'm getting kind of tired you know? I think I might want to go to bed soon.'@@ Her eyes travel to Brad and she grins.
@@.man;'Yeah bro I'm getting pretty sleepy too!'@@
@@.woman;'Are you going to go back to yours tonight $name? I mean you can always sleep on my couch tonight if you want.'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah...I think I'm gonna head back, thanks though. I had a nice time with you both.'@@
@@.woman;'Aww thanks, you were fantastic this evening! Thanks so much for helping me get ready!'@@
@@.man;'Yeah thanks man, the food was great!'@@
@@.woman;'Can you see yourself out?'@@ Cheryl asks.
@@.mc;'Oh...yeah sure.'@@
You make your way out of Cheryl's home, glancing back briefly to say goodbye, but Cheryl was too busy straddling Brad. [[You get home and head to bed|sleepNightTwoMerge][$cuck to $cuck + 1]]You eventually finish cooking, mainly thanks to the advice she gives inbetween flirting with Brad.
Brad compliments your food, @@.man;'this is pretty good! I don't know if it's Cheryl's guidance or what, but you're definitely not out of place in the kitchen.'@@
Cheryl chimes in, @@.woman;'he's good at cleaning too!'@@
Brad looks at you quizically. @@.man;'She's got you cleaning as well bro? Damn you'll be cleaning her laundry and shit at this rate, you've barely known each other for two days!'@@
@@.woman;'Sounds like a good idea to me!'@@ Cheryl titters, the wine must be getting to her.
@@.mc;'Cheryl gave me a place to stay it was the least I could do.'@@
@@.man;'Alright man I'm only playing with you!'@@
You continue to eat your meal, trying to tune out some of the flirting between Cheryl and Brad.
<a data-passage="lookBackToFood"><img alt="Cheryl Brad Flirt" src="images/cherylBradMeal.gif" class="white-border"></a>@@.woman;'Oh look at you! You're a mess...you can't keep these on!'@@
@@.mc;'But I haven't got anything else!'@@
<<if $blueGString>>\
@@.woman;'Well, you could always borrow something of mine...'@@
@@.mc;'No! Not with Brad here.'@@
@@.woman;'Oh I'm sure he won't mind'@@
@@.mc;'But I would...'@@
@@.woman;'Come on let's take off these first and put them in a wash.'@@
You take off your clothes, naked apart from your panties.
@@.woman;'See you've been wearing those the whole time! What's the difference?'@@
@@.mc;'Brad can't see them!'@@
@@.woman;'Oh so what if he could?! So what if he thinks you're a bit of a sissy?'@@
@@.mc;'I am not!'@@
@@.woman;'Whatever...I guess I'll go see if I can find some guy's shirt.'@@
You wait in the bathroom, wondering what on earth Cheryl is going to come back with. [[She returns.]]
<<else>>\
@@.woman;'Well, you could always borrow something of mine...'@@
@@.mc;'No! Not with Brad here.'@@
@@.woman;'Oh I'm sure he won't mind.'@@
@@.mc;'But I would...'@@
@@.woman;'Come on let's take off these first and put them in a wash.'@@
You take off your clothes, naked apart from your underwear.
@@.woman;'Oh no those are stained as well!@@ <<if $mastBathroom>>@@.woman;Come on let's get these off.'@@ She yanks your underwear down. @@.woman;'Let's see the little guy again! No funny business like this morning!'@@<<elseif $laceBody>>@@.woman;Do you want to take them off too?'@@
@@.mc;'What, right now?'@@
@@.woman;'Sure, I mean I've pretty much seen it all anyway.'@@
@@.mc;'Fine...I guess.'@@<</if>>
@@.woman;'Ok I'm gonna put them in the wash, back in a sec!'@@
You wait, fully naked, until she returns.
@@.woman;'Alright, shall I go get you some of my clothes to change into?'@@
@@.mc;'I said no!'@@
@@.woman;'Fiiine, I could look to see if there's some guys clothes that might fit?'@@
@@.mc;'Please.'@@
You wait, Cheryl returns emptyhanded.
@@.woman;'I have a shirt that might be ok, but that kind of leaves the bottom half a bit exposed?'@@
@@.mc;'Alright a shirt ok. Do...do you have any jeans or something sort of acceptable?'@@
@@.woman;'Sorry $name I'm not really a jeans girl...unless denim hotpants count?'@@
@@.mc;'No.'@@
@@.woman;'I think you'd look good in them though!'@@
@@.mc;'I can't wear your hotpants! Brad's already called me your bitch, I can't do that as well!'@@
@@.woman;'Don't be like that! You're not my bitch, not really. But anyway, if you've got it, flaunt it! That's what I always say!'@@
@@.mc;'Stop it Cheryl. Can we go and see if you have anything even half decent?'@@
@@.woman;'If you wear something of mine you're gonna have to wear some of my underwear too! I don't want you freeballin' in my clothes!'@@
@@.mc;'Fine, fine.'@@
[[You go to Cheryl's bedroom, making sure Brad isn't looking]]
<</if>>Cheryl opens her closet. @@.woman;'I mean I have plenty of stuff to choose from...there must be something you'd like.'@@
@@.mc;'Can I at least get that shirt on first?'@@ You put it on, the sleeves stretch far beyond your hands and the shirt goes midway down your thigh.
@@.woman;'You could just wear that@@<<if $blueGString isnot true>> @@.woman;with some panties?'@@<<else>>?'<</if>>
@@.mc;'But Brad might see my underwear!'@@
@@.woman;'Oh don't be so precious, it's your own fault for not wearing an apron! I bet that was just because you didn't want Brad to see too!'@@
@@.mc;'Maybe...'@@
@@.woman;'Oh men and their egos!'@@ <<if $blueGString isnot true>>She tosses some panties to you, @@.woman;'put these on unless you want nothing on your lower half.'@@
You do as you're told, grudgingly. <<set $wearBlueGString to true>><</if>>\
You look in the mirror, you're sure the outline of your underwear is visible through the shirt...
<<if $cherylStronger>><<set $submissive to $submissive + 1>>Cheryl looks at you angrily. @@.woman;'You know what $name, I'm disappointed in you.'@@
@@.mc;'What, why?'@@
@@.woman;'Because I thought I'd met a nice guy, without all the usual masculine hangups. One who didn't care if I wanted to do //girly// things or //manly// things, it wasn't an issue. I don't need another Brad or any of the countless other guys like him in my life.'@@
@@.mc;'But what if I just want to be like Brad.'@@
@@.woman;'Oh //come on//. How can you say that standing there in my panties? Brad wouldn't even come close to fitting in them, you can't be like Brad.'@@
@@.mc;'You could just be wrong about me...'@@
@@.woman;'No $name, don't deny you've enjoyed it, be honest. Give me that shirt back.'@@
@@.mc;'What? Why?'@@
Cheryl starts to unbutton your shirt and pull it off. @@.woman;'You just need a bit of a push is all, just trust me.'@@ She pulls the shirt off you.
@@.mc;'Cheryl? What are you doing?'@@
@@.woman;'I'm helping you $name. You need to let go of the pretence of your masculinity.'@@ She grabs you by the hand, and walks to exit the bedroom.
@@.mc;'I'm not going out there like this! Let me put something else on!'@@
@@.woman;'Oh //now// you want to wear something I've offered. Too late.'@@
@@.mc;'No!'@@ You try to free yourself.
@@.woman;'Don't force me to make you! I don't want to actually have to make you my bitch.'@@
You struggle, but you both know she's stronger...why couldn't you beat a girl at arm wrestling?<<else>>\
@@.woman;'You know what $name? I'm disappointed in you.'@@
@@.mc;'What, why?'@@
@@.woman;'Because I thought I'd met a nice guy, without all the usual masculine hangups. One who didn't care if I wanted to do //girly// things or //manly// things, it wasn't an issue. I don't need another Brad or any of the countless other guys like him in my life.'@@
@@.mc;'But what if I just want to be like Brad.'@@
@@.woman;'Oh //come on//. How can you say that standing there in my panties? Brad wouldn't even come close to fitting in them, you can't be like Brad.'@@
@@.mc;'You could just be wrong about me...'@@
@@.woman;'No $name, don't deny you've enjoyed it, be honest.'@@
You avoid her gaze, you don't want to admit that.
@@.woman;'Now, what are you going to wear? I have some yoga pants, but they might be a bit tight...though i'm sure your ass would look hot.'@@
@@.mc;'Uhh no, do you have anything that isn't ridiculously tight?'@@
@@.woman;'I mean, not really? Maybe those denim hotpants actually...or a skirt?'@@
@@.mc;'Oh whatever...please just get this over with, you can pick.'@@
@@.woman;'Hmmm do I get to pick //anything//'@@ Cheryl grins, devilishly.
@@.mc;'Within reason I guess...'@@
@@.woman;'I guess that rule out my tiny, frilly pink skirt then? Alright honestly I think it's the hot pants...they're not //too// short, they'll probably cover most of your butt.'@@
You put the hotpants on, they do cover your ass. Just about.
<<set $denimHotPants to true, $wearDenimHotPants to true>>
<</if>>
[[You exit the bedroom again]]@@.woman;'Come on, let's go back to the kitchen. We wouldn't want to waste the food you cooked now would we?'@@
You get to just outside of the kitchen and Cheryl stops. @@.woman;'Wait here, I'll just go tell Brad so he doesn't freak out.'@@
A few moments pass.
@@.man;'What the fuck Cheryl?'@@
@@.woman;'Just be cool with it Brad Ok?'@@
@@.man;'This is like something I'd get //you// to do, when I'm making you my bitch!'@@
@@.woman;'It's not the same Brad...it's complicated.'@@
@@.man;'Do you //like// guys wearing you know...stuff like that? You don't want me...?'@@
@@.woman;'Of course not! I want to wear that stuff //for you//. //Men// like you shouldn't wear that stuff, ok?'@@
@@.man;'Alright...but how am I meant to act around him now? It's weird Cheryl...fucking weird. Are you sure he isn't your bitch?'@@
@@.woman;'No! It's not like that at all.@@ <<if $cherylStronger>>@@.woman;Just act like it was me in underwear, but you know not like you'd want to fuck me. You can tease him a little bit, he needs to learn his place.'@@
Cheryl calls you in and grabs you by the arm. @@.woman;'Stand here $name.'@@ You stand, body in full view for Brad. @@.woman;'Give Brad a twirl, show him what you've got.'@@
You turn around.
@@.woman;'Stop there $name. Doesn't $name have a nice ass Brad?'@@
@@.man;'Uhh, I guess?'@@ [[Brad replies.]]
<<else>>\
@@.woman;Just try to act normal ok? I mean I guess you can joke a little bit...it is a little bit funny, don't be cruel though!'@@
Cheryl calls you in.
Brad looks you up and down. @@.man;'Cheryl, are you sure he's not your bitch?'@@
@@.woman;'Brad I said don't be cruel! Sit down $name, let's finish the food you cooked ok?'@@
[[You sit back down]]
<</if>><<if $cherylStronger>>\
@@.woman;'That was a very nice meal $name, you're a natural in the kitchen. Don't you agree Brad?'@@
@@.man;'Er, yeah it was a great meal.'@@
@@.woman;'You should definitely cook for us again sometime $name. Could you clean away the plates and glasses please?'@@
You get up to clear things away.
@@.man;'Damn Cheryl you're basically getting the poor guy to do what you used to do for me! You'll be getting him to cook in your underwear next.'@@
@@.woman;'Ooh now //there's// an idea! Maybe sometime.'@@
@@.mc;'I'm not going to cook like this!'@@
@@.woman;'Oh don't be so uptight! You were worried about being dressed like this at all and its been fine! So I don't see why you couldn't cook like this. With a nice apron //of course//.'@@ Cheryl laughs.
@@.man;'Damn you're cruel Cheryl. Though at least you aren't spanking him, that's what really makes you my bitch.'@@ He gives Cheryl's [[ass a tap.]]
<<else>>\
@@.woman;'That was a very nice meal $name. Don't you agree Brad?'@@
@@.man;'Yeah man, you've got a great feminine touch!'@@
@@.woman;'You should definitely cook for us again sometime $name. Let's clean away the plates and glasses.'@@ You help clear up along with Cheryl.
@@.man;'Those hotpants really are small aren't they?'@@ Brad chuckles. @@.man;'I couldn't ever imagine wearing anything even close to that. You'd have to pay me a ton.'@@
@@.woman;'Of course //you// wouldn't Brad! You don't have the legs for it like $name and I do!'@@
@@.man;'What do you mean? My legs are good!'@@
@@.woman;'Well //sure//. But not for hotpants. Look at $name, look at those slender pins! Nothing like your meaty things.'@@
@@.man;'Yeah well, thats what squatting at a gym will get you. I guess $name does sort of suit hotpants...it's still weird seeing a dude in them though.'@@
@@.woman;'Oh Brad, just forget $name is a guy! They look //cute// in them don't they?'@@
@@.man;'Whatever Cheryl.'@@
You and Cheryl finish clearing up.
@@.woman;'Thanks $name! Let's go watch some television or something.'@@
You head out of the kitchen.
@@.woman;'You first $name, strut a little, I want to see that cute butt jiggle a bit.'@@
[[You go watch some tv]]
<</if>><<if $cherylStronger>>A hand strikes your butt. @@.mc;'Ow!'@@
@@.woman;'I bet you liked that!'@@ Cheryl giggles. @@.woman;'I couldn't resist your jiggling ass!'@@ She gives it a gentle squeeze. @@.woman;'You know, it would look //even better// if you wore some heels.'@@
@@.mc;'Oh no. Cheryl this is enough.'@@
@@.woman;'Oh what's the harm $name? It won't make either of us think any different of you. All it would do is give you a //sexy// butt.'@@
She drags you to the bedroom again, eventually handing you some fairly plain, black 3 inch heels.
@@.woman;'These should do it! If you get used to these you can try some of my more //fun// ones sometime.'@@ She guides your feet into the heels. @@.woman;'Oh yes, so much better $name! It's so perky!'@@
You head back out of the bedroom, struggling a bit to keep your balance. Cheryl holds out her hand.
@@.woman;'Come on, let me guide you. I'll train you in no time! Remember, heel first! Also take small, dainty steps!'@@
You follow her advice while holding her hand. It does make it easier...it's not so bad?
@@.woman;'See no trouble at all! Walking like that and with the way your ass looks...you'll be wanting to wear heels all the time!'@@
What? //All the time?// No way. She takes you back, with you [[carefully watching each step.][$crossdress to $crossdress + 1]]
<<else>>\
<img alt="hotpants booty" src="images/hotpants.gif" style="float:left;margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px" class="white-border">@@.woman;'They do look //so// good on you! See, this isn't so bad is it?'@@
@@.mc;'I guess not...'@@ You still don't really want to be around Brad in them, but you're feeling fairly comfortable with Cheryl. At least, she makes you feel comfortable in them.
She gives your butt a gentle squeeze. @@.woman;'I'm glad you didn't wear that apron $name, I hope you feel much less uptight about this stuff now.'@@
@@.mc;'I mean...I guess there's no going back really is there?'@@
@@.woman;'Aww, I mean if you //really// hated it. But it's clear you don't! So I guess not!'@@ Cheryl giggles. @@.woman;'I won't let you anyway.'@@
[[You sit down next to Brad and Cheryl][$crossdress to $crossdress + 1]]
<</if>>\You watch tv for a while, with Cheryl cuddling up to Brad.
It's starting to get a bit late and you should probably head home but uh...your clothes.
@@.mc;'Erm...shall we watch something else.'@@
Cheryl looks at you @@.woman;'I don't know, I'm getting kind of tired you know? I think I might want to go to bed soon.'@@ Her eyes travel to Brad and she grins.
@@.man;'Yeah bro I'm getting pretty sleepy too!'@@
@@.woman;'Are you going to go back to yours tonight $name? You can stay over if you like.'@@
@@.mc;'I mean...I was planning to...'@@
@@.woman;'Oh of course, you wouldn't want to go back like //that//. Let me go check to see if your clothes are done.'@@ You wait a few minutes, awkwardly catching Brad's eyes a few times.
@@.woman;'They've still got a way to go sorry $name. Wait, hold on! I washed some for you this morning didn't I? I think they might be in my bedroom actually.'@@
What...why didn't she say this earlier!? Once more, you enter her bedroom.
<<if $cherylStronger>>\
@@.woman;'Here they are!'@@
@@.mc;'Did...did you know they were there //the whole time?!//'@@
@@.woman;'//Maybe.//'@@ Cheryl grins. @@.woman;'I did what was best for you, it all turned out great!'@@
@@.mc;'Uhh...can I just get my clothes back now.'@@
@@.woman;'Sure thing honey.'@@
<<if $blueGString isnot true>>\
You open the bag and begin to get dressed. @@.mc;'Where's my underwear?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh! I took those out, I think you'll find my replacements suit you much better!'@@
You see a number of different type of panties in the bag.
<<set $wearBlackHeels to false>>
<</if>>\
You get fully dressed.
<<else>>\
@@.woman;'Sorry I'm so forgetful! It turned out far more fun than just putting these back on though didn't it?!'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah...sure. Can I get my clothes back now?'@@ Fun for her. Did she really forget? Did she plan on dressing you up in front of Brad?
@@.woman;'Sure thing honey.'@@
<<if $blueGString isnot true>>\
You open the bag and begin to get dressed. @@.mc;'Where's my underwear?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh! I took those out, I think you'll find my replacements suit you much better!'@@
You see a number of different type of panties in the bag.
<</if>>\
<<set $wearDenimHotPants to false>>
You get fully dressed.
<</if>>\
[[You eventually head back home and go to bed|sleepNightTwoMerge]]@@.woman;'Morning sleepyhead. I hope you managed to get some sleep, I've made you a cup of coffee.'@@
You take a sip and wipe the sleep from your eyes.
@@.woman;'You certainly seemed to be having an //exciting// dream. I've made breakfast, let's eat!'@@
She turns around and you can't help but ogle her terrific body, she's still in her babydoll which doesn't leave anything to the imagination. She's also wearing what you suppose can be described as slippers of a fluffy pink variety, but as stiletto heels. Does she wear anything other than heels on her feet?
<img style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 15px 15px;" src="images/cherylPinkHeels.jpg" class="white-border">
[[You join Cheryl for breakfast|cherylbreakfast2]]@@.woman;'I did have to go to bed eventually you know. I probably wouldn't have been anywhere as nice to you as I'm being now though! Or I don't know, I might have offered something to //persuade// you, I am protective over that couch...'@@
@@.mc;'How would you persuade me?'@@
@@.woman;'It's not difficult to get a guy to do something, they're all after the same reward.'@@
You can't believe it. After so long, you were so close to actually getting some. How could you be so stupid?!
@@.mc;'But, how much of a...reward?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh you know, a blowie for sure. Every guy loves a girl on her knees. At lease I know I won't need to for you, isn't that great?!'@@
You stare off into the distance. You can't quite comprehend what you missed out on and ended up doing.
@@.woman;'Don't look like that $name. It's lovely that you're not a typical brute like all the guys around here. And anyway, it looks as though you rather enjoyed the experience of lingerie.'@@
Your erection just isn't going away. Cheryl bringing it up at every opportunity certainly isn't helping. You say it isn't like that at all, but she doesn't seem to believe you.
@@.woman;'You said you were looking for work, right?'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah'@@
@@.woman;'Well I think I might know an opening, a friend of a friend is opening a new place. Some sort of bar I think? Anyway I think they're still looking for bar staff or something. I can probably get you an interview if you want one?'@@
@@.mc;'Sounds good. I'd rather get an apartment sorted and have a little look around at general job opening before committing to anything though if that's ok.'@@
@@.woman;'Oh sure, just let me know!'@@
[[You finish your breakfast][$lipstickOn to false]]<img class="white-border" style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" src="images/cherylTowel.jpg" >
@@.woman;'Took you long enough! Come on I just need some lotion rubbed into my back and I can't do it that well just by myself, could you rub it in for me?'@@
An almost naked woman asking you to rub her back? You want to scream yes, but you collect your poise just in time. @@.mc;'Sure, no problem.'@@
She hands you a bottle and opens her towel, she pulls it down and wraps it around her waist, just about displaying her Venusian dimples to you. You can see the sides of her breasts just about, poking out from her slender frame.
@@.woman;'Could you do most of my back, mainly in the middle? I can get the sides quite well myself.'@@
You squeeze the bottle and a spurt of white lotion shoots out onto her back.
Cheryl giggles at the sensation. @@.woman;'Oh $name, bit of a //quick shot// aren't you?'@@
You try to ignore the comment and focus on your task. But you can't help but feeling you wouldn't last long with someone like Cheryl. You rub in her back and Cheryl lets out a little moan, you almost do as well. It's been so long since you got to rub a woman anywhere, [[you feel as though you're about to burst.]]After a while Cheryl asks @@.woman;'are you finished yet?'@@ Admittedly you'd finished a while ago, but had taken a bit of liberty with the task at hand. You finish up and hand the bottle back.
@@.woman;'Thanks $name, I'll leave you to it, I need to get dressed.'@@
Cheryl pulls her towel back up and begins to walk out of the bathroom.
After last nights incident you check the towels. Cheryl's walking off with the only decent sized one.
@@.mc;'Uh Cheryl have you got another towel?'@@
@@.woman;'There's one on the rail'@@
@@.mc;'Yeah but, it's a bit small...'@@
@@.woman;'You managed fine with it before I don't see a problem, if you really need another one I can bring this one back when I'm done anyway. Oh by the way, could you not use the big bottle of shower gel, that stuff is expensive as. There's a little bottle of one I got from a hotel in there as well, thanks!'@@
[[Without giving you a chance to respond, Cheryl leaves the bathroom.]]@@.woman;'If you were that desperate you could have just asked for some help, you helped me earlier.'@@
@@.mc;'I...I didn't think you'd help like //that//.'@@
@@.woman;'Don't get me wrong I'm not just going around doing things for whatever guy asks, but you do deserve //something//. I know you've been on ''edge'' for a while, and it may be my fault a bit, I suppose. I knew I shouldn't have joked about giving you a blowjob.'@@
Cheryl steps towards you slowly. @@.woman;'Do you want...some help?'@@
@@.mc;'Yes!'@@ you blurt. Finally, after so long, and with a woman like Cheryl.
@@.woman;'Well ok, but just a quick handjob, don't get any funny ideas ok.'@@ She kneels in front of you and holds your manhood. @@.woman;'God it's actually a relief to be in front a cock I can get one hand around.'.@@ She circles a finger around the glans of your penis, @@.woman;'Brad was too much at times.'@@ Cheryl moves on hand to fondle your balls, @@.woman;'and these...I can do a proper job and give these guys some love at the same time. //Oh// and I wouldn't have to have them slapping into me when you fuck from behind either!'@@ She seems half lost in her thoughts. @@.woman;'Anyway enough of that! Let's get this over with.'@@
Cheryl's hand travels down your shaft and back up. You feel your balls contract. She runs her index finger up and down your shaft, your hips buck. She takes her hand away. [[You erupt.][$orgasm to $orgasm]]You decide to check the washing machine. Over two hours still?! Ugh you need to do too many things, you can't afford to wait that long.
<img src="images/dressPants.gif" class="white-border" style="float:left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px">It dawns on you, you'll have to wear a g-string all day. Why did Cheryl have to take your boxers as well? Why is this happening. You pick out what you think is the largest pair, which are at least blue. You can't see yourself in the bright pink pair. Wait, does that mean you //can// see yourself in these?
You go back into the bathroom to get dressed. You slip your legs into the g-string and pull it up. The front is snug, but not contstrictive. You unthinkingly turn around and check out your ass in the mirror. It is perfectly framed by the panties.
[[You dress fully and head out of Cheryl's appartment|cityDay2][$blueGString to true, $wearBlueGString to true]]<img src="images/dressPants.gif" class="white-border" style="float:left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px">It dawns on you, you'll have to wear a g-string all day. Why did Cheryl have to take your boxers as well? Why is this happening. You pick out what you think is the largest pair, which are at least blue. You can't see yourself in the bright pink pair. Wait, does that mean you //can// see yourself in these?
You go back into the bathroom to get dressed. You slip your legs into the g-string and pull it up. The front is snug, but not contstrictive. You unthinkingly turn around and check out your ass in the mirror. It is perfectly framed by the panties.
[[You dress fully and head out of Cheryl's appartment|mastThought][$blueGString to true, $wearBlueGString to true]]The receptionist picks up her phone and dials. 'Hello, is this Paris?'
-'Hi, I've got someone interested in the spare room'
-'Yes they are aware of the conditions.'
-'I know, I //know//. When are you free to conduct the interview?'
-'OK, I'll ask,' she holds the phone to her chest, 'can you do 6pm this evening?'
@@.mc;'Yeah that'll be fine'@@ you reply.
She picks the phone back up. 'Yes he'll be there at 6.'
-'Yes, I said he.'
-'Oh, one second.' She put the phone to her chest once more. 'They apparently have a few more conditions for a male tenant, I don't have these to hand though, are you alright with them informing you when they interview you?'
You say you suppose so, though wonder why exactly being a guy changes things.
The receptionist goes back to the phone. 'He says he's fine with you bringing it up in the interview'
-'OK now, bye'
The receptionist hands you the address with a curious smile. While slightly concerned, you are also deeply relieved you might have an actual room of your own to sleep in tonight.
'Actually, I think you're a perfect match for it.'
[[You exit the agency]]@@.woman;'Hey $name!' She leans in for a hug. 'Did you get my note?'@@
<<if $blueGString is true>>\
@@.mc;'Yeah I did.'@@
@@.woman;'//Well//. Did you appreciate my help?'@@
@@.mc;'You didn't have to get rid of my boxers...'@@
@@.woman;'Oh I //so// did, I could see you neeeded some help! You //are// wearing some aren't you?'@@
@@.mc;'Maybe.'@@
@@.woman;'Go on, show me!'@@
@@.mc;'What?! Not here, anybody could see!'@@
@@.woman;'So?'@@ She reaches under your t-shirt and feels around the waist or your trousers. She pulls on the side of your g-string, letting go to snap against your side.
[['Bathroom. Now.']]
<<else>>
@@.mc;'Yeah I did.'@@
@@.woman;'How was the housing hunt?'@@
@@.mc;'Potentially successful, I have an interview fairly soon to find out.'@@
@@.woman;'Well good luck! Let's hope you have as much fun with them as you did with me. If you need somewhere to sleep I'm always happy to oblige.'@@
You spend an hour or so chatting with Cheryl.
[[Time for your interview|Interviewflat]]
<</if>>@@.woman;'You've been very //naughty// $name.'@@ She grabs your shirt and push you slightly back over a table. @@.woman;'Don't make me //force// you to do things. Promise me you won't do something like that again.'@@
@@.mc;'I promise! Please I'm sorry.'@@
@@.woman;'OK. I don't want to have to be a cruel friend. Sometimes people need to be set straight. I want to be nice.'@@
@@.mc;'Y-you are nice...'@@
@@.woman;'I'm glad you see it that way. I'm only doing what's best for you as a friend ok?@@
@@.mc;'I know.'@@
@@.woman;'Good. Just follow my guidance and you'll be alright babe! //Trust me// it'll be so much fun.'@@
@@.mc;'I trust you...'@@
@@.woman;'I don't want to have to spank you like a naughty girl!'@@ Cheryl laughs...or something maybe close to a cackle. She eventually settles and mellows, [[sitting back down|You pull up your trousers and walk out][$submissive to $submissive + 1, $naughtyBathroomTrig to true]]@@.woman;'Oh I can't see why he'd mind, plus if you do the cooking he'll get extra attention from me! I think he'd be rather happy with it all actually.'@@
@@.mc;'I don't know, I wouldn't have to wear that apron again would I?@@
@@.woman;'Well not if you don't want to of course but you wouldn't want to ruin your clothes would you? I'm sure Brad would find it hilarious too! Oh just imagine if he knew you were wearing panties as well! Hahahaha.'@@
@@.mc;'I really don't want-'@@
@@.woman;'Oh don't worry that can be our little secret!'@@
@@.mc;'I still don't want to cook while you and Brad do whatever'@@
@@.woman;'Aww, well...I mean we can cook for Brad together? You'd like to cook with me again wouldn't you?'@@
@@.mc;'I suppose that wouldn't be too bad.'@@
@@.woman;'That's that settled then! We can serve Brad together!'@@
[[You have a weird feeling about this, you'd rather you didn't place yourself against Brad in front of Cheryl|invitedtocherandbrad]]
[[You can't say you really want to be around Brad. But Cheryl seems so keen on the idea for whatever reason. You'll at least consider it|invitedtocherandbrad][$cuck to $cuck + 1, $cherylbradeve2 to true]]@@.woman;'Well not if you don't want to of course but you wouldn't want to ruin your clothes would you? I'm sure Brad would find it hilarious too! Oh just imagine if he knew you were wearing panties as well! Hahahaha.'@@
@@.mc;'I really don't want-'@@
@@.woman;'Oh don't worry that can be our little secret!'@@
@@.mc;'I still don't want to cook while you and Brad do whatever'@@
@@.woman;'Aww, well...I mean we can cook for Brad together? You'd like to cook with me again wouldn't you?'@@
@@.mc;'I suppose that wouldn't be too bad.'@@
@@.woman;'That's that settled then! We can serve Brad together!'
[[You have a weird feeling about this, you'd rather you didn't place yourself against Brad in front of Cheryl|invitedtocherandbrad]]
[[You can't say you really want to be around Brad. But Cheryl seems so keen on the idea for whatever reason. You'll at least consider it|invitedtocherandbrad][$cuck to $cuck + 1, $cherylbradeve2 to true]]@@.marion;'Alright, OK. To start off with, if our lovers have a request for you, please comply'@@ She sees your surprised reaction. @@.marion;'Don't worry, we don't mean anything sexual! We just don't want you to scare them off.'@@ She smiles at you. @@.marion;' I'm sure you won't be a problem there.'@@
She continues @@.marion;'You shower at 8am or not at all. No awkward bathroom situations, you can ask for permission if you're really desperate.
Any changes you want to make to room must be approved by both of us. But, if we want to make changes you can't block them. Again, don't worry! Just a spot of extra paint or something at most.
Wear decent clothes. Nothing grubby, no ugly shoes. We don't want to live with a slob you know?
Don't be a pervert! Don't stare at us if we aren't dressed. We'll relax once we get to know you, just you're a strange guy to us for now.
Tell us if you want to bring a date home.
Do our shopping if we ask. Not a regular thing, but we may need you to get something occasionally.'@@ Marion folds the paper.
Paris adds: @@.paris;'Of course these are always subject to change if we feel there is a particular situation that requires it. Please understand it is nothing personal, we just want to avoid potential problems a male tenant can bring.'@@
@@.mc;'Some of that seems a little...controlling? No? Can we not negotiate a little?'@@
@@.paris;'No. If you behave well then maybe.'@@
@@.marion;'I know they sound kinda harsh, right? Don't worry it's not like we want a slave! Just a bit of a //helper// you know? And just to feel comfortable around a guy.@@
@@.mc;'Uhh I wasn't worried about being a slave...'@@
[[You don't really have any other options, you'll have to wait and see how this turns out]]The waitress returns with your wine, it's pretty good in fairness, rather amazing for a bar. Certainly a bar that looks like this.
You chat pleasantly with Paris and Marion, they both seem quite personable. Until they get on the topic of men at least, you can't believe some of the things they say, but you can't contribute and tune out a little. You spot a woman sitting alone by the bar. She's in a stunning off-shoulder, sheer red dress with a thigh-high slit. Her strap heels go all the way up her calf. You try to stop starting but are close to transfixed.
@@.paris;'See something you like?'@@ Paris asks.
@@.mc;'Oh, no. Well yes but I should stop looking.'@@
@@.marion;'You should go and talk to her!'@@
You would love to, but she looks as though she'd eat you alive and probably would do the same to most men.
@@.paris;'Go on, we'll let you bring her back home if you can convince her.'@@
[[You decide better against it, you say you need an early night for the job hunt tomorrow]]
[[What have you got to lose? The worst she can do is say no, right?|noharm][$biancaBarMet to true]]Paris speaks again, @@.paris;'$name, did you say you were looking for a job?' @@
@@.mc;'Yeah, I am. A friend says she might be able to help but it's nothing definite.'@@
@@.paris;'Well, we might be able to help too. I work at a law firm and there's some secretarial positions open I think. I can probably get a good word in for you, especially as you'll be working under me.'@@
@@.marion;'There's always some roles fill at the sex shop where I work too!'@@
@@.mc;'Sex shop?'@@ You ask.
@@.paris;'Yeah, you know, toys, videos, gear. Whatever your desire we can get it for you!'@@
@@.mc;'Well, thank you both for offering to help. I'd still like to look around, but both of those sound fine really, especially to get some cash flow, almost anything is an option.'@@
@@.paris;'Well let us know if you need our help, we can always make special...arrangements for you.'@@
[[You aren't sure why Paris paused before the word arrangements, but she seems genuine.]]@@.bianca;'Oh you would totally be in agreement if you'd seen how convincing Marcus was, but nevermind maybe some other time. I'm only concerned a little about the balance between black and white you know?'@@
@@.mc;'How do you mean?'@@
@@.bianca;'Well black is a lot //stronger// that white isn't it? Black is much more ''dominant''. Don't you agree?'@@
@@.mc;'I'm not sure...I think they just work fairly evenly...'@@
@@.bianca;'Oh you'd understand if you'd seen Marcus in the bathroom, really you would. White is definitely meant to //serve// black.'@@
@@.mc;'Well since you seem so certain. I guess you're the expert...'@@
@@.bianca;'Oh only thanks to Marcus. I'm sure he can teach you too.'@@
You try to talk with her for a little bit longer...you still appreciated the presence of a gorgeous woman even if she seems to be thinking about something else all the time.
@@.bianca;'Could you walk me back to my place? I don't like going back alone at night.'@@
[[You agree and walk to her place][$raceNight2 to true, $race to $race + 1]]@@.bianca;'Do you like that? Being touched in these?'@@
@@.mc;'Could...could you give me a blowjob please?'@@
@@.bianca;'Oh you poor thing. Come on then let's get this over with.'@@
She pulls your g-string down. @@.bianca;'I guess I thought you didn't really want it, you know with those on. Plus most guys would've forced me onto their dick by now.'@@ She begins to hold your penis, clasping it between her index finger and thumb. @@.bianca;'You know I always thought guys who wore panties would be...//you know//. I mean //obviously// I've had much bigger but still and //they// wouldn't fit at all. But you're not ridiculously...'@@
She kisses the tip of your penis and swirls her tongue around the head. She definitely knows how to suck a cock. She looks at you as she travels up and down your shaft, using her tongue in all the right places. It's not long until you're on the edge and cumming down her throat. She sucks your dick dry, smiling at you when she's finished.
@@.bianca;'Did you enjoy that?'@@
@@.mc;'Y-yeah, you're great.'@@
@@.bianca;'Aww, thanks. Now, let's get these panties back on.'@@ She pulls your g-string back up your legs, giving a big smile as she gets them back in place. She leaves you to pull your trousers back up yourself.
[[You leave the bathroom|You leave the bathroom first][$exhibition to $exhibition + 1, $sph to $sph + 1, $biancaPanties to true]]@@.mc;'Yeah, they're lovely Cheryl...'@@
@@.woman;'Not that Brad will really care, this is more for me! At least you get to enjoy them as well! Oh if only Brad had your //appreciation// of this stuff. No way he'd help me get dressed for another guy's pleasure though! Us girls need more guys like you!'@@
@@.mc;'Th-thanks.'@@
@@.woman;'Not that Brad doesn't like some of the heels I have. There are some platform stripper ones that drive him wild! I'm saving those for //much// later though.'@@ She looks at herself in the mirror, clearly happy with the image she presents. @@.woman;'Right, we need to get this place tidied up and start getting the food ready, he'll be here soon!'@@
[[You exit the bedroom]]@@.mc;'You look'@@ you can't take your eyes away from those breasts, @@.mc;'you look good.'@@ That's a safe enough answer.
@@.woman;'Only good?? Oh this is so hard why am I overthinking this so much I feel like a schoolgirl! I just...I just want to look right for Brad you know?'@@
@@.mc;'If Brad doesn't like what he sees then he'd be blind.'@@
@@.woman;'Aww see you're helping already. I'm still not sure about this though. You're definitely going to help me. I want to get it //just// right for Brad...not too slutty, but definitely sexy you know?'@@
@@.mc;'Go on?'@@
@@.woman;'Well like I mean...I want him to //want// to throw me over the table and fuck me in front of you, but not //actually// do it you know?'@@
@@.mc;'Uh I guess I can agree that's a start...he wouldn't do that though surely?'@@
@@.woman;'Oh you don't know Brad...if I wore some of his //favorite// stuff...I wouldn't put it past him.'@@
[[You try to ignore the idea, and ask what you can do to help]]<<if $bradLipstick is true>>@@.woman;'Yeah, you know the guy who you saw with me yesterday!'@@
@@.man;'What? The dude you put lipstick on?! I hope you aren't getting ideas about doing that to me!'@@
@@.woman;'Haha, no I'd never do it to you silly! Now be nice to him he's a good friend! He's helped me get ready for you so you should be grateful!'@@
@@.man;'Well alright, I'll try, he's not wearing lipstick now is he?'
'No, now stop! Let's go introduce you two again.'@@
They both enter the kitchen. Brad gives you a crunching handshake, his hands must be twice the size of yours.
@@.man;'What you cooking for me and Cheryl then?'@@
@@.mc;'Oh just some pasta or whatever...Cheryl's showing me how'@@
@@.man;'Damn you'd never catch me cooking, would you Cheryl?'@@
@@.woman;'Not a chance! That's my role isn't it?'@@
<<else>>\
@@.woman;'Oh you haven't met him yet, he's a new friend who moved here recently!'@@
@@.man;'But I thought it was just going to be us two.'@@
@@.woman;'Oh don't worry, you should be glad he's here. He helped get me ready for you! He's helping cook too!'@@
@@.man;'Well alright I guess I'll live with it, but you owe me later'
'I sure hope so!'@@
They both enter the kitchen. Brad introduces himself and gives you a crunching handshake, his hands must be twice the size of yours.
@@.man;'What you cooking for me and Cheryl then?'@@
@@.mc;'Oh just a pasta sauce or something...Cheryl's showing me how'@@
@@.man;'Damn you'd never catch me cooking, would you Cheryl?'@@
@@.woman;'Not a chance! That's my role isn't it?'@@
<</if>>\
[[You continue cooking]]You look back to your food, but out of the corner of your eye see Cheryl react, knocking over a bottle of wine. You react to try to stop it falling over.
@@.woman;'Brad! not there while we're eating!'@@
Neither of them seem to have noticed your prone body on the floor, wine spilled down your shirt, pasta sauce on your groin. Fuck.
Cheryl eventually notices. @@.woman;'$name? Are you ok?'@@
@@.mc;'Uhh...'@@
@@.man;'He's got wine all down his front!'@@
@@.woman;'Oh $name! You should've worn the apron! Come on let's see if we can clean you up in the bathroom!'@@
[[Cheryl takes you the bathroom]]<<audio spank play>>\
<<shakescreen 1s>>\
!@@.sub;//''SMACK''//@@
You bite your lip to avoid from screaming out, you've never felt so much force before.
Cheryl bursts out into laughter. @@.woman;'Oh my God Brad I didn't think you'd do it so hard!'@@
@@.man;'You said to be rough...'@@
@@.woman;'You left a mark! Hahaha. It's like you've branded $name!'@@
The pain finally subsides somewhat, Cheryl runs her fingers through your hair. @@.woman;'See $name, that wasn't so bad was it?'@@
@@.mc;'I suppose not...'@@ You don't want to cause any more problems.
@@.woman;'You just need to trust me and have fun with me, we can have so much fun together!'@@
You're not sure what Cheryl's idea of fun really is, but you agree meekly anyway.
[[You sit down next to Brad and Cheryl][$spankedBrad to true, $brandedByBrad to true, $sissy to $sissy + 1, $submissive to $submissive + 1]]You notice Marion in the kitchen. She must have heard.
@@.marion;'Didn't satisfy her?'@@ she laughs.
@@.mc;'Err, sort of...'@@
@@.marion;'Freaks a bit cruel though, did you try something weird?'@@
@@.mc;'Errr...no not really?'@@
@@.marion;'Strange...Bianca's normally up for anything and anyone...what the fuck did you do?'@@
@@.mc;'Wait, you know her?'@@
@@.marion;'Well, //everyone// knows Bianca. She's the town's bike, everyone has had a go.'@@
@@.mc;'And you told me to go chat her up?'@@
@@.marion;'Well, we thought you could do with a bit of an early confidence booster you know...I don't know if Bianca's turned down anyone before. Are you...normal...down there?'@@
@@.mc;'Yes, of course!'@@
@@.marion;'Oh well, you'll certainly make a name for yourself being rejected by her...she's a //huge// gossip. I need to go to bed, goodnight.'@@ She leaves smirking to herself. Was she trying to help you out really, or was it all a setup?
[[You go to bed|sleepNightTwoMerge][$biancaBad to true, $biancaPanties to true, $submissive to $submissive + 1]]<<if $bradLipstick is true>>@@.woman;'Yeah, you know the guy who you saw with me yesterday!'@@
@@.man;'What? The dude you put lipstick on?! I hope you aren't getting ideas about doing that to me!'@@
@@.woman;'Haha, no I'd never do it to you silly! Now be nice to him he's a good friend! He's helped me get ready for you so you should be grateful!'@@
@@.man;'Well alright, I'll try, he's not wearing lipstick now is he?'@@
@@.woman;'No, now stop! Let's go introduce you two again.'@@
They both enter the kitchen. Brad gives you a crunching handshake, his hands must be twice the size of yours.
@@.woman;'Nice tits man!'@@ Cheryl laughs at Brad's comment. @@.woman;'What you cooking for me and Cheryl then?'@@
@@.mc;'Oh just pasta...Cheryl's showing me how.'@@
@@.man;'Damn you'd never catch me cooking, would you Cheryl?'@@
@@.woman;'Not a chance!'@@
@@.man;'And in an apron like that! Cheryl's sure got you under her thumb.'@@
Cheryl giggles, @@.woman;'Oh stop it Brad, he's just being a nice friend!'@@
You eventually finish cooking.
<<else>>\
@@.woman;'Oh you haven't met him yet, he's a new friend who moved here recently!'@@
@@.man;'But I thought it was just going to be us two.'@@
@@.woman;'Oh don't worry, you should be glad he's here. He helped get me ready for you! He's helping cook too!'@@
@@.man;'Well alright I guess I'll live with it, but you owe me later.'@@
@@.woman;'I sure hope so!'@@
They both enter the kitchen. Brad introduces himself and gives you a crunching handshake, his hands must be twice the size of yours.
@@.man;'Nice tits man!'@@ Cheryl laughs at Brad's comment. @@.woman;'What you cooking for me and Cheryl then?'@@
@@.mc;'Oh just pasta...Cheryl's showing me how.'@@
@@.man;'Damn you'd never catch me cooking, would you Cheryl?'@@
@@.woman;'Not a chance!'@@
@@.man;'And in an apron like that! Cheryl's sure got you under her thumb.'@@
Cheryl giggles, @@.woman;'Oh stop it Brad, he's just being a nice friend!'@@
You eventually finish cooking.
<</if>>\
[[Time to eat]]Brad puts his arm around Cheryl, squeezing her breast and leans in to whisper something you can't hear.
@@.woman;'Oh Brad! //Fine//. I am, but only because I want to be ok!'@@
@@.man;'Attagirl.'@@
@@.woman;'But don't say it in front of $name!'@@
@@.man;'What, that you're my bitch?'@@
@@.woman;'Stop! $name already knows enough...'@@
@@.man;'Oh?'@@ Brad leans back and smirks. @@.man;'What do they know?'@@
@@.woman;'How you'd have me naked like //all the damn time//.'@@
@@.man;'Haha don't act so innocent about that it's not like you don't //love// being naked. I wouldn't be surprised if you hadn't stripped off in front of $name already. You must have, you said he helped you get ready!'@@
[[You pretend to busy yourself with tidying up]]@@.woman;'I have good news and bad news. There //is// a guy's shirt that you can wear! //But//. I can't find anything else...so I don't know what you want to wear you know, for your lower half?'@@
@@.mc;'Don't you have some jeans or something?! Even skinny ones would do!'@@
@@.woman;'I don't really do jeans. I have some denim hotpants, does that count?'@@
@@.mc;'I can't wear your hotpants! Brad's already called me your bitch, I can't do that as well!'@@
@@.woman;'Don't be like that! You're not my bitch, not really. Don't listen to him!'@@ She pauses. @@.woman;'You would look //great// with that g-string poking out of the top of my hotpants, trust me!'@@
@@.mc;'I don't want to look great in your hotpants.'@@
@@.woman;'Aww come on. Not many people can look hot in a little pair of hot pants! You should be pleased!'@@
@@.mc;'Well I'm not! Can we go and see if you have anything even half decent?'@@ Would you really look hot in them?
@@.woman;'Fine, fine. Be boring.'@@
[[You go to Cheryl's bedroom, making sure Brad isn't looking]]@@.woman;'Wouldn't you say it looks like quite a nice //girl's// bum?'@@
@@.man;'I mean, it doesn't really look like a dude's....'@@
@@.woman;'Thank you Brad. $name, turn around and say thank you to Brad.'@@
You turn around, but can't bring yourself to thank him. Cheryl gives you a smack on the backside.
@@.woman;'Say thank you $name.'@@
@@.mc;'Th-thankyou Brad...'@@
@@.woman;'Brad?'@@
@@.man;'Yeah?'@@
@@.woman;'Do you think men can fit in panties?@@
@@.man;'No, they're for chicks obviously.'@@
Cheryl continues. @@.woman;'Don't you think $name's panties fit him well Brad?'@@
@@.mc;'They fit well I guess...'@@ Brad still [[looks thoroughly bemused at all of this.]]@@.woman;'Do you think you would fit into them?'@@
@@.man;'Uhhh, they look a bit tight.'@@
@@.woman;'Hmmm is that so Brad? What //bit// in particular do you think wouldn't fit?'@@
Brad smirks a little. @@.man;'No way my cock would be able to fit in those.'@@
@@.woman;'I think you might be right Brad. But //$name's// cock fits perfectly. Doesn't it $name?'@@
You respond timidly. @@.mc;'Yes Cheryl.'@@
@@.woman;'If men can't fit into panties, who //can// fit into panties Brad?'@@
@@.man;'Uhh...women?'@@
@@.woman;'Hmmm interesting. Men can't fit into panties, women //can// fit into panties and so can $name...Very interesting. Let's finish the delightful meal you cooked for us $name.'@@
[[You sit back down][$sph to $sph + 1]]@@.woman;'You say that as though I haven't already.'@@
@@.man;'Oh let's be real Cheryl, no way you could spank a guy.'@@
@@.woman;'I could spank $name if I wanted to, you saw me smack his ass earlier!'@@
@@.man;'Yeah but not a proper spanking, guys give out spankings.'@@
@@.woman;'Does $name look like he gives out spankings? //Trust// me on this, //I// would be the one doing the spanking. Plus, look at his cute butt, it's really just made to be...'@@
@@.man;'Well whatever. I'm still going to be spanking you, alright?'@@
@@.woman;'Well //obviously//. What girl wouldn't want a big strong hunk like you to spank them?'@@ She feels his bicep and shoulder.
You finish clearing up.
@@.woman;'Thanks $name! Let's go watch some television or something.'@@
You head out of the kitchen.
@@.woman;'You first $name, strut a little, I want to see that cute butt jiggle a bit.'@@
[[You go watch some tv]]Brad looks at you and then to Cheryl. @@.man;'You actually got him to wear...'@@
@@.woman;'Well, if the shoe fits! These heels certainly do...doesn't $name's ass look so good now?'@@
@@.man;'Uhhh.'@@ Brad doesn't really know how to respond.
@@.woman;'Come on Brad, tell $name their ass looks great.'@@ She shoots Brad a pleading look.
@@.man;'Yeah sure, great ass $name.'@@
Cheryl grabs you by the west and bends you over slightly. @@.woman;'It's quite fun to give it a smack Brad. Would you like a go?'@@
@@.man;'Uhh Cheryl I don't want to smack a guy's bare...'@@
@@.woman;'Does it look like a guy's ass from your angle Brad? Do those heels, panties and round butt look like a guy to you?'@@
@@.mc;'Well no but it's-'@@
@@.woman;'See, don't think of $name as just another guy ok? Now go on, give it a rough smack!'@@
@@.man;'Well...alright.'@@
[[You brace yourself, but nothing prepared you for the force of Brad's hand.]]<<timed 2s t8n>>You wait...
<<next 2s t8n>>And wait...
<<next 2s t8n>>[[Eventually Bianca comes out of the bathroom]]
<</timed>>You are a 20-something normal guy. You have a slender build, with a <<if $ass gte 8>>@@.sissy;smackable booty.@@ \
<<elseif $ass gte 7>>@@.sissy;round, heart-shaped derriere.@@ \
<<elseif $ass gte 6>>@@.sissy;plump, girly butt.@@ \
<<elseif $ass gte 5>>fairly feminine ass. \
<</if>>\
<<if $lips gte 10>>You have full, @@.sissy;dick-sucking lips.@@ \
<<elseif $lips gte 8>>You have @@.sissy;huge, plump feminine lips.@@ \
<<elseif $lips gte 6>>You have @@.sissy;plump, tantalising lips.@@ \
<<elseif $lips gte 4>>You have @@.sissy;large, hot lips.@@ \
<<elseif $lips gte 2>>You have slightly plump lips, some might say womanly. \
<</if>>\
<<if $penis gte 10>>You have an enormous penis, women can't even get two hands around it.\
<<elseif $penis gte 9>>You have a massive schlong for a penis.\
<<elseif $penis gte 8>>You have a huge cock, most women can't deepthroat it.\
<<elseif $penis gte 7>>You have an above average cock, but nothing special and not enough for some.\
<<elseif $penis gte 6>>//Most// people would consider your penis to be average sized.\
<<elseif $penis gte 5>>You have a slightly below average cock, you just about get by but wonder...is it really enough?\
<<elseif $penis gte 4>>You have a...@@.sissy;small dick.@@ There's no way to get around it, you know what most women are thinking.\
<<elseif $penis gte 3>>You have a @@.sissy;tiny penis.@@ Does it even deserve to be called that?\
<<elseif $penis gte 2>>You have an @@.sissy;itty bitty peepee.@@ Some women might find it cute. Most find it hilarious and something to laugh about with their friends.\
<<elseif $penis gte 1>>You...have a @@.sissy;miniscule, dainty penis.@@ Just about, but you better get that microscope out.
<<elseif $penis gte 0>>You don't have a penis, it's gone. It's a flat area of skin with one small hole, are you a man or a woman?\<</if>>\
<<if $submissive gte 10>> You are @@.sub;completely gone, you don't want to make a single decision.@@\
<<elseif $submissive gte 8>> You're starting to @@.sub;dislike making decisions,@@ much more @@.sub;comfortable under someone elses guidance.@@\
<<elseif $submissive gte 6>> You @@.sub;desire to be controlled.@@\
<<elseif $submissive gte 4>> You secretly @@.sub;crave to be ordered around.@@\
<<elseif $submissive gte 2>> You're starting to wonder whether you'd rather just do as you're told.\
<</if>>\
<<if $crossdress gte 10>> You dress like a girl whenever you can. @@.sissy;Pink and frills are your favorites.@@\
<<elseif $crossdress gte 8>> You'd rather @@.sissy;wear women's clothing all the time.@@ It's only societal restraint that stops you.\
<<elseif $crossdress gte 6>> Do you want to wear male clothes anymore? No way you'll ever wear a pair of boxers again, @@.sissy;thongs look too good on you.@@\
<<elseif $crossdress gte 4>> You @@.sissy;like girly clothing,@@ it looks rather cute on you.\
<<elseif $crossdress gte 2>> You're beginning to wonder more about how women's clothes would look on you.\
<</if>>\
<<if $cuck gte 5>>You want to watch women fuck men in front of you, it turns you on.
<<elseif $cuck gte 2>>Maybe watching men fuck women isn't so bad...
<</if>><<if $chastity gte 5>>You've realized that it's best to let someone else have control of your orgasms.
<<elseif $chastity gte 2>>Are you the sort of guy who needs to cum that often? It might be good to have a bit more control.<</if>><<if $sissy gte 5>>You just LOVE feminine things don't you babe? Oh the shoes, the lingerie, the girl talk! It's so fabulous!
<<elseif $sissy gte 2>>You don't need to be so...masculine do you? It's better to be a bit more feminine.<</if>>
<<if $gay gte 5>>You...you want to suck a cock don't you? Lick it up and down...feel cum shoot down your throat. Why did you ever have such masculine hangups over things like this?<</if>>
You are not in a relationship.
<<if $lipstickOn is true>>You are wearing lipstick.<</if>>\
<<if $wearBlueGString is true>> You have a blue g-string on.<</if>>\
<<if $wearLaceBody is true>> You are wearing a sexy lace bodysuit.<</if>>\
<<if $wearBra is true>>Your chest is being supported in a nice bra<</if>>
<<if $wearPinkPanties is true>> You are wearing ruffled pretty pink panties.<</if>>\
<<if $wearPinkThong is true>> You are wearing a pink thong.<</if>>
<<if $wearDenimHotPants>> You are wearing denim hot pants.<</if>>
<<if $wearBlackHeels>> You are wearing black high heels.<</if>>
<<if $waxedLegs>> Your legs and backside are silky smooth thanks to a good waxing.<</if>>
<<if $pinkToes>>Your toenails are a delightful shade of pink.<</if>>
<<if $chastityOn>>Your penis is locked away in a chastity cage.<</if>>
<<if $wearStockings>>You have some sexy stockings on.<</if>>
<<if $wearCollar>>You have a leather collar fixed around your neck. Does this mean something?<</if>>
<<back>>
<<print $submissive>>
<<print $crossdress>>
<<print $cuck>>
<<print $sph>>
<<print $penis>>
<<print $maid>><<if $brandedByBrad is true>>Achivement 1: @@.sub;//''Branded by Brad''//@@
You have felt Brad's force, I'm sure you enjoyed it. You're the type to know your place.
<<else>>Achievement 1 not attained<</if>>
<<if $cumCleaner is true>>Achivement 2: @@.sub;//''Cum Cleaner''//@@
You've found sexual role that you're good at.
<<else>>Achievement 2 not attained<</if>>
<<if $underLock is true>>Achivement 3: @@.sub;//''Under lock and key''//@@
Your cock now has a new owner.<<else>>Achievement 3 not attained<</if>>
<<if $collared is true>>Achivement 4: @@.sub;//''Collared''//@@
It's almost as if this symbolizes something?<<else>>Achievement 4 not attained<</if>>
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}</style>Would you like to start on [[day two|2choices]], [[day three|3choices]], [[day four|4choices]] or [[day five|5choices]]?
If you want to start on day when then click back and start normally.This is a checkox system for certain events. @@.sub;Be wary that selecting certain events together may break the story.@@
!!Day 1 events:
Arm wrestled Cheryl <<checkbox "$cherylStronger" false true>> @@.sub;OR@@ Cheryl put lipstick on you <<checkbox "$lipstick" false true>>
Wore her lingerie <<checkbox "$laceBody" false true>>
Took her gstring <<checkbox "$gstring" false true>>
@@.sub;If lipstick: Kept it on <<checkbox "$lips" 0 1>>@@
!!Underlying stuff:
Enjoying crossdressing <<checkbox "$crossdress" 0 2>>
@@.sub;OR@@ only kinda <<checkbox "$crossdress" 0 1>> @@.sub;contradicts previous@@
Acted submissive<<checkbox "$submissive" 0 2>>
@@.sub;OR@@ only kinda <<checkbox "$submissive" 0 1>> @@.sub;contradicts previous@@
OK with cleaning <<checkbox "$maid" $maid +1>>
Cheryl forced you a bit<<checkbox "$bdsm" 0 2>>
[[Click here when you've made your selections|You join Cheryl for breakfast]]This is a checkox system for certain events. @@.sub;Be wary that selecting certain events together may break the story.@@
!!Day 1 events:
Arm wrestled Cheryl <<checkbox "$cherylStronger" false true>> @@.sub;OR@@ Cheryl put lipstick on you <<checkbox "$lipstick" false true>>
Wore her lingerie <<checkbox "$laceBody" false true>>
Took her gstring <<checkbox "$gstring" false true>>
@@.sub;If lipstick: Kept it on <<checkbox "$lips" 0 1>>@@
!!Day 2 events:
Masturbated in the bathroom <<checkbox "$mastBathroom" false true>>
Cheryl gives phone no. <<checkbox "$cherylPhone" false true>>
Wear panties at café <<checkbox "$cafeBluePanties" false true>>
!!!Went to bar:
Met Bianca <<checkbox "$biancaBatMet" false true>>
Disappointing sex <<checkbox "$biancaSex" false true>> <<checkbox "$biancaGossip" false true>>
@@.sub;OR@@ Panties BJ <<checkbox "$biancaPanties" false true>> <<checkbox "$biancaGossip" false true>>
@@.sub;OR@@ Marcus <<checkbox "$biancaRace" false true>> <<checkbox "$biancaGossip" false true>>
Got text from Cheryl <<checkbox "$cherSnap1" false true>>
Liked the text <<checkbox "$cuck" $cuck +1>> <<checkbox "$gay" $gay +1>> <<checkbox "$sph" $sph +1>>
!!!Went to Cheryl's:
Didn't wear the apron <<checkbox "$noApron" false true>>
Spanked by Brad <<checkbox "$spankedBrad" false true>>
!!Underlying stuff:
Enjoying crossdressing <<checkbox "$crossdress" 0 2>>
@@.sub;OR@@ only kinda <<checkbox "$crossdress" 0 1>>
Acted submissive<<checkbox "$submissive" 0 2>>
@@.sub;OR@@ only kinda <<checkbox "$submissive" 0 1>>
OK with cleaning <<checkbox "$maid" $maid +1>>
Cheryl forced you a bit <<checkbox "$bdsm" 0 2>>
Do you really need to orgasm? <<checkbox "$chastity" 0 1>>
Bit concerned your penis might not measure up? <<checkbox "$sph" 0 2>>
Kinda want to see Cheryl fuck Brad... <<checkbox "$cuck" 0 2>>
[[Click here when you've made your selections|bathroomfirstday]]This is a checkox system for certain events. @@.sub;Be wary that selecting certain events together may break the story.@@
!!Day 1 events:
Arm wrestled Cheryl <<checkbox "$cherylStronger" false true>> @@.sub;OR@@ Cheryl put lipstick on you <<checkbox "$lipstick" false true>>
Wore her lingerie <<checkbox "$laceBody" false true>>
Took her gstring <<checkbox "$gstring" false true>>
@@.sub;If lipstick:@@ Kept it on in bathroom<<checkbox "$lips" 0 1>>
!!Day 2 events:
Masturbated in the bathroom <<checkbox "$mastBathroom" false true>>
Cheryl gives phone no. <<checkbox "$cherylPhone" false true>>
Wear panties at café <<checkbox "$cafeBluePanties" false true>>
!!!Went to bar:
Met Bianca <<checkbox "$biancaBatMet" false true>>
Disappointing sex <<checkbox "$biancaSex" false true>> <<checkbox "$biancaGossip" false true>>
@@.sub;OR@@ Panties BJ <<checkbox "$biancaPanties" false true>> <<checkbox "$biancaGossip" false true>>
@@.sub;OR@@ Marcus <<checkbox "$biancaRace" false true>> <<checkbox "$biancaGossip" false true>>
Got text from Cheryl <<checkbox "$cherSnap1" false true>>
Liked the text <<checkbox "$cuck" $cuck +1>> <<checkbox "$gay" $gay +1>> <<checkbox "$sph" $sph +1>>
!!!Went to Cheryl's:
Didn't wear the apron <<checkbox "$noApron" false true>>
Spanked by Brad <<checkbox "$spankedBrad" false true>>
!!Day 3 events:
Marion saw panties <<checkbox "$marionBlue" false true>>
Want to watch Paris <<checkbox "$parisCuck" false true>>
!!!Laundry choices:
Didn't do the laundry <<checkbox "$noLaundry" false true>> @@.sub;AND@@ Punished by Paris and Marion <<checkbox "$laundryPunish" false true>>
@@.sub;OR@@ Did and got Carmen's number <<checkbox "$carmenNumber" false true>>
Carmen suggested shopping <<checkbox "$carmenShopping" false true>>
@@.sub;OR@@ Carmen suggested maid <<checkbox "$carmenWork" false true>>
_____________________________________________________
Cheryl waxed legs <<checkbox "$waxedLegs" false true>>
Picked work at sex shop <<checkbox "$sexShop" false true>>
@@.sub;OR@@ Picked work for Carmen <<checkbox "$carmenMaid" false true>>
@@.sub;OR@@ Picked work at bar <<checkbox "$barJob" false true>>
Cheryl put a bra on you <<checkbox "$bra" false true>>
Photo of you in a bra <<checkbox "$braPhoto" false true>>
Photo of you being spanked <<checkbox "$bradSpankPhoto" false true>>
!!Underlying stuff:
Enjoying crossdressing <<checkbox "$crossdress" 0 6>>
@@.sub;OR@@ only kinda <<checkbox "$crossdress" 0 3>>
Acted submissive<<checkbox "$submissive" 0 6>>
@@.sub;OR@@ only kinda <<checkbox "$submissive" 0 3>>
OK with cleaning <<checkbox "$maid" $maid +2>>
You seem to be getting punished a bit <<checkbox "$bdsm" 0 3>>
There really does need to be something to help your penis behave <<checkbox "$chastity" 0 3>>
Bit concerned your penis might not measure up? <<checkbox "$sph" 0 3>>
Has it actually gotten smaller? <<checkbox "$penis" 0 3>>
Kinda want to see Cheryl fuck Brad... <<checkbox "$cuck" 0 3>>
Has your ass gotten bigger... <<checkbox "$ass" 0 2>>
What's happened to your legs... <<checkbox "$legs" 0 1>>
You can't resist a pair of heels <<checkbox "$heels" 0 1>>
[[Click here when you've made your selections|dayFourStart]][[Click here when you've made your selections|]]<<cacheaudio "heels" "sounds/heelscafe.mp3">>
<<cacheaudio "parisbed" "sounds/parisbedsex.mp3">>
<<cacheaudio "carmenspank" "sounds/carmspank.mp3">>
<<cacheaudio "spank" "sounds/spank.mp3">>
<<cacheaudio "giggleGirls" "sounds/giggleGirls.mp3">>
Variables:
<<set $skipDreams to false>>
<<set $name = "???">>
<<set $Cheryl to 0>>
<<set $Paris to 0>>
<<set $Marion to 0>>
<<set $orgasm to 0>>
<<set $womsub to 0>>
<<set $mansub to 0>>
<<set $submissive to 0>>
<<set $confidence to 0>>
<<set $penis to 6>>
<<set $ass to 5>>
<<set $boobs to 0>>
<<set $build to 5>>
<<set $lips to 0>>
<<set $legs to 5>>
<<set $crossdress to 0>>
<<set $sissy to 0>>
<<set $cuck to 0>>
<<set $willing to 0>>
<<set $maid to 0>>
<<set $sph to 0>>
<<set $chastity to 0>>
<<set $race to 0>>
<<set $exhibition to 0>>
<<set $bdsm to 0>>
<<set $maid to 0>>
<<set $gay to 0>>
<<set $noPanties to 0>>
<<set $pantiesRejected to 0>><<timed 1s t8n>>//''You drift off to sleep.''//<</timed>>
<<if $crossdress gte 2>>\
<<if $skipDreams is true>>\
<<if $lipDream>><div style="text-align:right">[[Skip|lipDream]]</div>
<<else>><div style="text-align:right">[[Skip|sleepcheryl]]</div>
<</if>>\
<</if>>\
<<timed 3s t8n>><<video "getDress">><</timed>>
<<timed 6s t8n>>You see a woman washing. She begins picking out some sexy black lingerie and puts it on over her tight body. You feel your mind linger over the garments....how would @@.sissy;those stockings feel pulled over //your// legs?@@
<<next 4s>>You'd clip them onto the @@.sissy;garter belt@@ with relish wouldn't you? Wouldn't it show of your @@.sissy;cute butt?@@
<<next 2s>>Maybe you should @@.sissy;try a bra@@ sometime.
<<next 3s>>Your mind shows the woman looking at the mirror. Wait, you're...you're looking at yourself in this dream? @@.sissy;//You're// the woman@@ in this dream.
<<next 3s>>You hear a voice. @@.woman;'Oh they're going to be all over your, you hot slut!'@@<</timed>>
<<if $lipDream>><<timed 23s>><<goto [[lipDream]]>><</timed>>
<<else>><<timed 23s>><<goto [[sleepcheryl]]>><</timed>>
<</if>>\
<<elseif $submissive gte 2>>\
<<if $skipDreams is true>>\
<<if $lipDream>><div style="text-align:right">[[Skip|lipDream]]</div>
<<elseif $spankDream>><div style="text-align:right">[[Skip|spankDream]]</div>
<<else>><<timed 4s>>You have an uneventful night.<</timed>>
<</if>>\
<</if>> <<timed 8s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/obeyThought.gif" class="white-border"><</timed>> <<timed 2s t8n>>You see two attractive women acting amorously towards one another. You always did have a lesbian threesome fantasy...
<<next 3s t8n>>But their actions change. Is that...a leash? The taller blonde begins to walk and the other one obediently crawls behind her.
<<next 4s t8n>>Why would anyone do...
<<next 1s t8n>>But the look on her face, happy...
<<next 2s t8n>>You want that feeling of //contentment//, don't you?
<<next 2s t8n>>Why not @@.sub;//give up control//@@
<<next 2s t8n>>Know @@.sub;//your place//@@
<<next 2s t8n>>You were never meant to be the one in charge.
<<next 2s t8n>>@@.sub;//Do as you're told//@@
<<next 3s>><<if $spankDream is true>><<goto [[spankDream]]>>
<<else>><<goto [[sleepcheryl]]>><</if>>
<</timed>>
<<elseif $lipDream>><<goto [[lipDream]]>>
<<elseif $spankDream>><<goto [[spankDream]]>>
<<else>><<timed 4s>>You have an uneventful night.<</timed>>
[[You wake up|sleepcheryl]]
<</if>><<timed 2s t8n>>//''You drift off to sleep.''//<</timed>>
<<if $crossdress gte 2>><<timed 4s t8n>>
<<if $skipDreams is true>>
<<if $lipDream>><div style="text-align:right">[[Skip|lipDream]]</div>
<<else>><div style="text-align:right">[[Skip|sleepcheryl]]</div>
<</if>>
<</if>>
<<video "getDress">><</timed>>
<<timed 12s t8n>>You begin dreaming about an attractive lady, she is getting washed and eventually begins picking out some sexy black lingerie. She puts it on over her attractive body, but your mind lingers over the garments. How would @@.sissy;those stockings feel pulled over //your// legs,@@ they might be nice...
<<next 7s>>You'd clip them onto the @@.sissy;garter belt@@ with relish wouldn't you?
<<next 2s>>Wouldn't it show of your @@.sissy;cute butt?@@
<<next 2s>>Maybe you should @@.sissy;try a bra@@ sometime.
<<next 4s>>Your minds shows the woman looking at the mirror. Wait, you're...you're looking at yourself in this dream? @@.sissy;//You're// the woman@@ in this dream.
<<next 3s>>You hear a voice. @@.woman;'Oh they're going to be all over your, you hot slut!'@@<</timed>>
<<if $lipDream>><<timed 34s>><<goto [[lipDream]]>><</timed>>
<<else>><<timed 34s>><<goto [[sleepcheryl]]>><</timed>>
<</if>>
<<elseif $submissive gte 2>>
<<if $skipDreams is true>>
<<if $spankDream>><div style="text-align:right">[[Skip|spankDream]]</div>
<<else>><div style="text-align:right">[[Skip|sleepcheryl]]</div>
<</if>>\
<</if>>\
<<timed 8s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/obeyThought.gif" class="white-border"><</timed>> <<timed 2s t8n>>You see two attractive women acting amorously towards one another. You always did have a lesbian threesome fantasy...
<<next 3s t8n>>But their actions change. Is that...a leash? The taller blonde begins to walk and the other one obediently crawls behind her.
<<next 4s t8n>>Why would anyone do...
<<next 1s t8n>>But the look on her face, happy...
<<next 2s t8n>>You want that feeling of //contentment//, don't you?
<<next 2s t8n>>Why not @@.sub;//give up control//@@
<<next 2s t8n>>Know @@.sub;//your place//@@
<<next 2s t8n>>You were never meant to be the one in charge.
<<next 2s t8n>>@@.sub;//Do as you're told//@@
<<next 5s>><<if $spankDream is true>><<goto [[spankDream]]>>
<<else>><<goto [[sleepcheryl]]>><</if>>
<<elseif $lipDream>><<goto [[lipDream]]>>
<<elseif $spankDream>><<got [[spankDream]]>>
<<else>><<timed 3s>>You have an uneventful night.<</timed>>
[[You come around from your slumber]]
<</timed>>
<</if>><<if $skipDreams is true>><div style="text-align:right">[[Skip|sleepcheryl]]</div><</if>>\
<<timed 17s t8n>><img style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 15px 15px;" src="images/suck.gif" class="white-border"><</timed>>
<<timed 2s t8n>>[img[images/thickLips.gif]]
<<next 2s t8n>>Just look at those lips...
<<next 2s t8n>>God they're so thick...what would it be like to have them wrapped around a big cock...
<<next 3s t8n>>Yours? Or...
<<next 2s t8n>>You can't help but wonder...what's it like to actually have lips like that
<<next 2s t8n>>'Wouldn't you @@.sissy;put them to good use?@@
<<next 2s t8n>>@@.woman;//'''I could see you on your knees'''//@@
<<next 7s>><<goto [[sleepcheryl]]>>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams is true>><div style="text-align:right">[[Skip|sleepcheryl]]</div><</if>>\
<<timed 6s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/spankThought.gif" class="white-border"><</timed>><<timed 2s t8n>>You see a woman's round ass. Clearly dressed to show it off.
<<next 2s t8n>>Guys would kill to get a chance to smack that.
<<next 2s t8n>>Just see how it jiggles for him. Well what wouldn't for a man like that...
<<next 4s t8n>>Could //you// really get a woman to react like that? Or are you...just not meant to do that? There's no shame in not...
<<next 3s t8n>>@@.woman;'you'll have to get used to girls like me beating you'@@
<<next 3s t8n>>@@.woman;'you're a bit of a girl if you get spanked'@@
<<next 3s t8n>>@@.woman;'It's a lot of fun on the receiving end'@@
<<next 5s t8n>><<goto [[sleepcheryl]]>>
<</timed>><<timed 1s t8n>>//''You drift off to sleep''//
<<if $skipDreams>>
[[Skip|subDreamNight2-2]]<</if>>
<<next 2s t8n>>//''[img[images/subNightTwo.gif]]''//
<<next 3s t8n>>What? Why are you dreaming about people on a street corner?
<<next 3s t8n>>Is that guy...kneeling? Oh wow kissing her feet...
<<next 3s t8n>>He seems to be @@.sub;obeying@@, he's clearly @@.sub;her bitch.@@
<<next 3s t8n>>Wouldn't you want to @@.sub;show someone that devotion?@@
<<next 3s t8n>>In public? Or...
<<next 3s t8n>><<goto [[subDreamNight2-2]]>>
<</timed>><<timed 1s t8n>>[img[images/sphNight2.gif]]
<<if $skipDreams>>[[Skip|getbacktosleep2]]
<</if>>\
<<next 3s t8n>>You see a woman pulling down a man's trousers, eager to see his cock.
<<next 3s t8n>>She seems to be in a mixture of astonishment and joy
<<next 3s t8n>>You thought that size doesn't really matter...
<<next 3s t8n>>But has a woman ever reacted quite like that for you?
<<next 3s t8n>>You're not that small. <<next 3s t8n>>Are you?
<<next 3s t8n>>
<<goto [[getbacktosleep2]]>>
<</timed>><<timed 1s t8n>>[img[images/cuckNight2.gif]]
<<if $skipDreams>>\
<<if $crossdress gte 2>>[[Skip|crossdressNight2]]
<<elseif $raceNight2 is true>>[[Skip|raceNight2]]
<<else>>[[Skip|sleepNightTwo]]
<</if>>\
<</if>>\
<<next 3s t8n>>Some muscle-bound guy fucks his girlfriend. You can picture yourself in his position.
<<next 3s t8n>>But it's quite nice to watch, isn't it?
<<next 3s t8n>>To see his ''thick'' cock ram into her.
<<next 3s t8n>>To see how a woman moans, how her body reacts.
<<next 3s t8n>>For a real alpha.
<<next 3s t8n>>You wouldn't know otherwise...
<<next 3s t8n>>
<<if $crossdress gte 2>><<goto [[crossdressNight2]]>>
<<elseif $raceNight2 is true>><<goto [[raceNight2]]>>
<<else>><<goto [[sleepNightTwo]] >>
<</if>>
<</timed>><<timed 1s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/spankNight2.gif" />
<<if $skipDreams>>\
<<if $cuck gte 2>>[[Skip|cuckNight2]]
<<elseif $crossdress gte 2>>[[Skip|crossdressNight2]]
<<elseif $raceNight2 is true>>[[Skip|raceNight2]]
<<else>>[[Skip|sleepNightTwo]]
<</if>>\
<</if>>\
<<next 3s t8n>>A woman bends over compliantly. Her mistress exertins her dominance, striking her.
<<next 3s t8n>>@@.woman;'You left a mark!'@@
<<next 3s t8n>>@@.woman;'It's like you've branded $name!'@@
<<next 3s t8n>>You can still feel a tingle from that. Your body will @@.sub;remember that lesson@@ for a while.
<<next 3s t8n>>That woman enjoyed being spanked. @@.sub;''//Just like you.//''@@
<<next 3s t8n>>
<<if $cuck gte 2>><<goto [[cuckNight2]]>>
<<elseif $crossdress gte 2>><<goto [[crossdressNight2]]>>
<<elseif $raceNight2 is true>><<goto [[raceNight2]]>>
<<else>><<goto [[sleepNightTwo]] >>
<</if>>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams>><<if $raceNight2 is true>>[[Skip|raceNight2]]<<else>>[[Skip|sleepNightTwo]]<</if>>\
<</if>>\
<<timed 1s t8n>>[img[images/crossdressNight2.gif]]
<<next 3s t8n>>Don't you just love it when a woman wears pretty lingerie?
<<next 3s t8n>>Look at how happy and sexy she is swaying her hips.
<<next 3s t8n>>Women get all the @@.sissy;best clothes@@ don't they
<<next 3s t8n>>Aren't those such a @@.sissy;//''cute''//@@ pair of @@.sissy;panties?@@
<<next 3s t8n>>And gosh just look at that @@.sissy;bra@@, all @@.sissy;panties@@ must be worn with one...
<<next 4s>>
<<if $raceNight2 is true>><<goto [[raceNight2]]>>
<<else>><<goto [[sleepNightTwo]] >>
<</if>>
<</timed>><<timed 1s t8n>>
<<if $skipDreams>>\
<<if $spankedBrad>>[[Skip|spankingNight2]]
<<elseif $cuck gte 2>>[[Skip|cuckNight2]]
<<elseif $crossdress gte 2>>[[Skip|crossdressNight2]]
<<elseif $raceNight2 is true>>[[Skip|raceNight2]]
<<else>>[[Skip|sleepNightTwo]]
<</if>>\
<</if>>\
<img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/subNightTwo-2.gif" />
<<next 3s t8n>>In private?
<<next 3s t8n>>Look up into her eyes.
<<next 3s t8n>>Say you want to @@.sub;be her bitch.@@
<<next 3s t8n>>@@.sub;//''Beg for it.''//@@
<<next 4s t8n>>
<<if $spankedBrad>><<goto [[spankingNight2]]>>
<<elseif $cuck gte 2>><<goto [[cuckNight2]]>>
<<elseif $crossdress gte 2>><<goto [[crossdressNight2]]>>
<<elseif $raceNight2 is true>><<goto [[raceNight2]]>>
<<else>><<goto [[sleepNightTwo]] >>
<</if>>
<</timed>><<audio parisbed play>>
You wake up.
What the hell is that noise? Oh. Oh fuck this is what they meant by not complaining about loud noises isn't it...You curse being next to Paris' bedroom. Though who knows if Marion's is any better. The noises go on for what seems like hours, when will this guy be finished? Who has that much stamina at...3am?!
<<if $cherSnap1 is true>>
[[Your phone vibrates|sleepNightTwoCherylTexts]]
<<else>>
[[You manage to get back to sleep]]
<</if>>\[img[images/cherylBradCock1.png][You wait to see what she means]]<<timed 1s t8n>>[img[images/raceNightTwo.gif]]
<<if $skipDreams>>\
[[Skip|raceNight2-2]]
<</if>>\
<<next 3s t8n>>A couple tenderly display their affection.
<<next 3s t8n>>The bedroom seems nice and clean, a pure white.
<<next 3s t8n>>''Black'' does go well with white.
<<next 3s t8n>>It's a //perfect// combination.
<<next 3s t8n>>The woman seems more than happy to have a man like //that//.
<<next 3s t8n>>@@.bianca;'Black definitely goes with white. It's a //perfect// fit.'@@
<<next 3s t8n>><<goto [[raceNight2-2]]>>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams>>[[Skip|sleepNightTwo]]<</if>><<timed 1s t8n>>
Can black serve white?
<<next 3s t8n>>Or is it...too powerful? <img style= "float: right; margin: 0px 0px 15px 15px;" src="images/raceNight2-2.gif" />
<<next 3s t8n>>Is that how you imagined Bianca and Marcus?
<<next 3s t8n>>Oh don't pretend, you knew what they were doing. <<next 2s t8n>>While you sat and held her bag.
<<next 3s t8n>>@@.bianca;'Black is much more@@<<next 1s t8n>> @@.bianca;//''dominant.''//'@@
<<next 4s t8n>><<goto [[sleepNightTwo]] >>
<</timed>><<if $cherylStronger and $submissive gte 3>><<goto [[subDreamNight2]]>>
<<elseif $spankedBrad>><<goto [[spankingNight2]]>>
<<elseif $cuck gte 2>><<goto [[cuckNight2]]>>
<<elseif $crossdress gte 4>><<goto [[crossdressNight2]]>>
<<elseif $raceNight2 is true>><<goto [[raceNight2]]>>
<<else>><<goto [[sleepNightTwo]]>>
<</if>>[img[Brad's cock|images/braddicktext.jpg][Your phone vibrates, Cheryl again]][img[images/cherylBradCock2.png]]
[[You feel a twinge of excitement between your legs and fall back asleep|You manage to get back to sleep][$cuck to $cuck + 1, $sph to $sph + 1, $gay to $gay + 1]]
[[Why is she sending you this? You turn off your phone in disgust and fall asleep|You manage to get back to sleep]]<<set $wearBra to false>>
<<timed 1s t8n>>''//You fall asleep//''
<<next 2s>>
<<if $submissive gte 5>><<goto [[submissiveNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $crossdress gte 5>><<goto [[crossdressNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $cuck gte 3>><<goto [[cuckNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $sph gte 3>><<goto [[sphNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $carmenMaid is true>><<goto [[maidNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $exhibition gte 3>><<goto [[exhibitionNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $chastity gte 3>><<goto [[chastityNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $negLaundry is true>><<goto [[bdsmNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $cherSnap1 is true>><<goto [[cherBradView]]>>
<<else>><<goto [[dayFourStart]]>>
<</if>>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams>>\
<<if $sph gte 4>>[[Skip|sphNightThree]]
<<elseif $carmenMaid is true>>[[Skip|maidNightThree]]
<<elseif $exhibition gte 2>>[[Skip|exhibitionNightThree]]
<<elseif $chastity gte 3>>[[Skip|chastityNightThree]]
<<elseif $negLaundry is true>>[[Skip|bdsmNightThree]]
<<elseif $cherSnap1 is true>>[[Skip|cherBradView]]
<<else>>[[Skip|dayFourStart]]\
<</if>>\
<</if>>\
<<timed 2s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/cuckNight3.gif" />
<<next 3s t8n>>You see two women pleasuring a man.
<<next 3s t8n>>They seem taken in by his strong, muscular body. There's no doubt they'll be begging him to fuck them like an animal.
<<next 3s t8n>>Women deserve to have their needs met. You want to help make that happen.
<<next 3s t8n>>Isn't it good to see women look so satisfied?
<<next 3s t8n>>I'm sure they'd let you watch...
<<next 3s>><<if $sph gte 4>><<goto [[sphNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $carmenMaid is true>><<goto [[maidNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $exhibition gte 2>><<goto [[exhibitionNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $chastity gte 3>><<goto [[chastityNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $negLaundry is true>><<goto [[bdsmNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $cherSnap1 is true>><<goto [[cherBradView]]>>
<<else>><<goto [[dayFourStart]]>>
<</if>>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams>>\
<<if $crossdress gte 5>>[[Skip|crossdressNightThree]]
<<elseif $cuck gte 4>>[[Skip|cuckNightThree]]
<<elseif $sph gte 4>>[[Skip|sphNightThree]]
<<elseif $carmenMaid is true>>[[Skip|maidNightThree]]
<<elseif $exhibition gte 2>>[[Skip|exhibitionNightThree]]
<<elseif $chastity gte 3>>[[Skip|chastityNightThree]]
<<elseif $negLaundry is true>>[[Skip|bdsmNightThree]]
<<elseif $cherSnap1 is true>>[[Skip|cherBradView]]
<<else>>[[Skip|dayFourStart]]\
<</if>>\
<</if>>\
<<timed 2s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/subNight3.gif" />
<<next 3s t8n>>You see a man waiting, kneeling. A woman appears holding an object.
<<next 3s t8n>>Is that a @@.sub;leash?@@ Is she treating him like a pet...? He seems to be accepting of his place. Maybe some @@.sub;men are meant to serve?@@
<<next 3s t8n>>Don't you want to @@.sub;give up control@@
<<next 3s t8n>>Let a woman @@.sub;boss you around@@
<<next 3s t8n>>Being @@.sub;collared@@ might suit you.
<<next 3s>><<if $crossdress gte 5>><<goto [[crossdressNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $cuck gte 4>><<goto [[cuckNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $sph gte 4>><<goto [[sphNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $carmenMaid is true>><<goto [[maidNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $exhibition gte 2>><<goto [[exhibitionNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $chastity gte 3>><<goto [[chastityNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $negLaundry is true>><<goto [[bdsmNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $cherSnap1 is true>><<goto [[cherBradView]]>>
<<else>><<goto [[dayFourStart]]>>
<</if>>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams>>\
<<if $cuck gte 4>>[[Skip|cuckNightThree]]
<<elseif $sph gte 4>>[[Skip|sphNightThree]]
<<elseif $carmenMaid is true>>[[Skip|maidNightThree]]
<<elseif $exhibition gte 2>>[[Skip|exhibitionNightThree]]
<<elseif $chastity gte 3>>[[Skip|chastityNightThree]]
<<elseif $negLaundry is true>>[[Skip|bdsmNightThree]]
<<elseif $cherSnap1 is true>>[[Skip|cherBradView]]
<<else>>[[Skip|dayFourStart]]\
<</if>>\
<</if>>\
<<timed 2s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/crossdressNight3.gif" />
<<next 3s t8n>>Oh what a body to show off lingerie. To have a women wear something like that for you...
<<next 3s t8n>>They way it emphasises her curves, accentuates her breasts...
<<next 3s t8n>>Isn't she lucky to wear that? <<next 2s t8n>>Wouldn't those stockings @@.sissy;look good on you?@@
<<next 3s t8n>>Maybe you don't quite have the legs for them //''yet''//
<<next 3s t8n>>But you'd feel @@.sissy;//''sexy''//@@
<<next 3s>><<if $cuck gte 4>><<goto [[cuckNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $sph gte 4>><<goto [[sphNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $carmenMaid is true>><<goto [[maidNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $exhibition gte 2>><<goto [[exhibitionNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $chastity gte 3>><<goto [[chastityNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $negLaundry is true>><<goto [[bdsmNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $cherSnap1 is true>><<goto [[cherBradView]]>>
<<else>><<goto [[dayFourStart]]>>
<</if>>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams>>\
<<if $carmenMaid is true>>[[Skip|maidNightThree]]
<<elseif $exhibition gte 2>>[[Skip|exhibitionNightThree]]
<<elseif $chastity gte 3>>[[Skip|chastityNightThree]]
<<elseif $negLaundry is true>>[[Skip|bdsmNightThree]]
<<elseif $cherSnap1 is true>>[[Skip|cherBradView]]
<<else>>[[Skip|dayFourStart]]\
<</if>>\
<</if>>\
<<timed 2s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/sphNight3.gif" />
<<next 3s t8n>>A woman strokes her lovers cock. Her hand goes up and down his shaft, her hand unable to fully wrap around.
<<next 3s t8n>>That things looks thicker than her forearm. How is that even possible, would it even fit?
<<next 3s t8n>>Could she go back to a normal guy after that?
<<next 3s t8n>>That's definitely not normal is it? It can't be. And anyway, it's not just the size of it, right?
<<next 3s t8n>>But after getting pounded by that...would she even feel you?
<<next 3s>><<if $carmenMaid is true>><<goto [[maidNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $exhibition gte 2>><<goto [[exhibitionNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $chastity gte 3>><<goto [[chastityNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $negLaundry is true>><<goto [[bdsmNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $cherSnap1 is true>><<goto [[cherBradView]]>>
<<else>><<goto [[dayFourStart]]>>
<</if>>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams>>\
<<if $exhibition gte 2>>[[Skip|exhibitionNightThree]]
<<elseif $chastity gte 3>>[[Skip|chastityNightThree]]
<<elseif $negLaundry is true>>[[Skip|bdsmNightThree]]
<<elseif $cherSnap1 is true>>[[Skip|cherBradView]]
<<else>>[[Skip|dayFourStart]]\
<</if>>\
<</if>>\
<<timed 2s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/maidNight3.gif" />
<<next 3s t8n>>You see a woman prancing about in a skimpy maid's uniform. You can't imagine she'd actually do housework in it though.
<<next 3s t8n>>Still, she'd look fantastic doing it...you wouldn't mind seeing that.
<<next 3s t8n>>Doing housework is kinda fun, isn't it?
<<next 3s t8n>>Carmen did say you were a natural too. It was nice getting some praise
<<next 3s t8n>>You wonder if she has a cute uniform waiting for you...
<<next 3s>><<if $exhibition gte 2>><<goto [[exhibitionNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $chastity gte 3>><<goto [[chastityNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $negLaundry is true>><<goto [[bdsmNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $cherSnap1 is true>><<goto [[cherBradView]]>>
<<else>><<goto [[dayFourStart]]>>
<</if>>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams>>\
<<if $chastity gte 3>>[[Skip|chastityNightThree]]
<<elseif $negLaundry is true>>[[Skip|bdsmNightThree]]
<<elseif $cherSnap1 is true>>[[Skip|cherBradView]]
<<else>>[[Skip|dayFourStart]]\
<</if>>\
<</if>>\
<<timed 2s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/exhibitionNight3.gif" />
<<next 3s t8n>>Just some girl showing off her breasts off at a festival. There are always chicks flashing at stuff like this. They always look like they have fun doing it too.
<<next 3s t8n>>They love the attention. The looks, the stares. All those people watching and thinking different things.
<<next 3s t8n>>It must be so much fun.
<<next 3s t8n>>To show them what you're hiding...
<<next 3s>><<if $chastity gte 3>><<goto [[chastityNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $negLaundry is true>><<goto [[bdsmNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $cherSnap1 is true>><<goto [[cherBradView]]>>
<<else>><<goto [[dayFourStart]]>>
<</if>>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams>>\
<<if $cherSnap1 is true>>[[Skip|cherBradView]]<<else>>[[Skip|dayFourStart]]<</if>>\
<</if>>\
<<timed 2s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/bdsmNight3.gif">
<<next 3s t8n>>A woman lies naked on a bed,; writhing slightly, she seems aroused...
<<next 3s t8n>>Are those...is she tied up? And cuffed?
<<next 3s t8n>>She seems accepting. It can't really be //that// bad?
<<next 3s t8n>>Maybe you'd like to try being tied up? Who knows where it could lead...
<<next 3s>><<if $cherSnap1 is true>><<goto [[cherBradView]]>><<else>><<goto [[dayFourStart]]>>
<</if>>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams>>\
<<if $negLaundry is true>>[[Skip|bdsmNightThree]]
<<elseif $cherSnap1 is true>>[[Skip|cherBradView]]
<<else>>[[Skip|dayFourStart]]\
<</if>>\
<</if>>\
<<timed 2s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/chastityNight3.gif" />
<<next 3s t8n>>You see a woman giving a nice, slow, tender handjob.
<<next 3s t8n>>He must be enjoying it. But she stops and starts.
<<next 3s t8n>>She is in complete control of when, or if, he ejaculates.
<<next 3s t8n>>Why shouldn't the woman be the one to decide that? She's the one who is able to give that pleasure...shouldn't she be allowed to say no as well?
<<next 3s t8n>>Maybe you should control your urges more.
<<next 3s t8n>>Let a woman take control of your pleasure.
<<next 3s>><<if $negLaundry is true>><<goto [[bdsmNightThree]]>>
<<elseif $cherSnap1 is true>><<goto [[cherBradView]]>>
<<else>><<goto [[dayFourStart]]>>
<</if>>
<</timed>><<timed 1s t8n>>''//You fall asleep//''
<<next 2s>>
<<if $crossdress gte 6>><<goto [[cdNight4]]>>
<<elseif $sub gte 6>><<goto [[subNight4]]>>
<<elseif $exhibition gte 4>><<goto [[exhibitionNight4]]>>
<<elseif $chastity gte 3>><<goto [[chastityNight4]]>>
<<elseif $sph gte 4>><<goto [[sphNight4]]>>
<<elseif $cuck gte 4>><<goto [[cuckNight4]]>>
<<elseif $bdsm gte 4>><<goto [[bdsmNight4]]>>
<<elseif $marcusStrip is true>><<goto [[raceNight4]]>>
<<elseif $buttplug >><<goto [[buttplugNight4]]>>
<<elseif $cherSnap1>><<goto [[cherylSnapNight4]]>>
<<else>><<goto [[dayFiveStart]]>>
<</if>>
<</timed>>Your phone buzzes you awake. A text from Cheryl again.
<<if $cumSwallowBathroom>><<timed 2s t8n>><a data-passage="afterSnap4"><<video "cherylCumTits">></a><</timed>>
<<else>>
<<timed 2s t8n>><a data-passage="afterSnap4a"><<videosmall "bradView2">></a><</timed>>
<</if>><<if $noKey>>\
[img[images/bradCumText2.jpg][afterSnap5]]
<<else>>[img[images/bradCumText.jpg][afterSnap5]]
<</if>>A buzz wakes you up. A text from Cheryl.
<<timed 2s t8n>>
[img[images/cherylBradViewText.png][Your phone buzzes again]]
<</timed>><<timed 2s t8n>><a data-passage="buzzAgain2"><<video "cheryBradView">></a><</timed>><<if $penis lte 4>>[img[images/cherylCumText2.jpg][afterSnap5]]
<<else>>[img[images/cherylCumText.jpg][afterSnap5]]<</if>><<if $skipDreams>><<if $cuck gte 4>>[[Skip|cuckNight4]]\
<<elseif $bdsm gte 4>>[[Skip|bdsmNight4]]\
<<elseif $marcusStrip is true>>[[Skip|raceNight4]]\
<<elseif $buttplug is true>>[[Skip|buttplugNight4]]\
<<elseif $cherSnap1>>[[Skip|cherylSnapNight4]]\
<<else>>[[Skip|dayFiveStart]]\
<</if>><</if>><<timed 7s t8n>><img style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 15px 0px;" src="images/sphNight4c.gif" /><</timed>>\
<<timed 1s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/sphNight4b.gif" />\
<<next 2s t8n>>Not your little member.
<<next 3s t8n>>They react a very different way...
<<next 5s t8n>><<if $cuck gte 4>><<goto [[cuckNight4]]>>\
<<elseif $bdsm gte 4>><<goto [[bdsmNight4]]>>\
<<elseif $marcusStrip is true>><<goto [[raceNight4]]>>\
<<elseif $buttplug is true>><<goto [[buttplugNight4]]>>\
<<elseif $cherSnap1>><<goto [[cherylSnapNight4]]>>\
<<else>><<goto [[dayFiveStart]]>>\
<</if>>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams>><<if $cuck gte 4>>[[Skip|cuckNight4]]\
<<elseif $bdsm gte 4>>[[Skip|bdsmNight4]]\
<<elseif $marcusStrip is true>>[[Skip|raceNight4]]\
<<elseif $buttplug is true>>[[Skip|buttplugNight4]]\
<<elseif $cherSnap1>>[[Skip|cherylSnapNight4]>\
<<else>>[[Skip|dayFiveStart]]\
<</if>><</if>><<timed 18s t8n>><img style="float: right; margin: 0px 0x 15px 0px;" src="images/sphNight4a.gif" /><</timed>>\
<<timed 2s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/sphNight4.gif" />\
<<next 3s t8n>>Do women really care that much?
<<next 3s t8n>>You always thought it wasn't the size of the boat...
<<next 3s t8n>>But you really realize now. <<next 2s t8n>>Bigger is better.
<<next 3s t8n>>Women want<<next 2s t8n>> A big cock.
<<next 5s t8n>><<if $penis lte 3>><<goto [[sphNight4a]]>>
<<elseif $cuck gte 4>><<goto [[cuckNight4]]>>\
<<elseif $bdsm gte 4>><<goto [[bdsmNight4]]>>\
<<elseif $marcusStrip is true>><<goto [[raceNight4]]>>\
<<elseif $buttplug is true>><<goto [[buttplugNight4]]>>\
<<elseif $cherSnap1>><<goto [[cherylSnapNight4]]>>\
<<else>><<goto [[dayFiveStart]]>>\
<</if>>>><</if>><</timed>><<if $skipDreams>><<if $sph gte 4>>[[Skip|sphNight4]]\
<<elseif $cuck gte 4>>[[Skip|cuckNight4]]\
<<elseif $bdsm gte 4>>[[Skip|bdsmNight4]]\
<<elseif $marcusStrip is true>>[[Skip|raceNight4]]\
<<elseif $buttplug is true>>[[Skip|buttplugNight4]]\
<<elseif $cherSnap1>>[[Skip|cherylSnapNight4]>\
<<else>>[[Skip|dayFiveStart]]\
<</if>><</if>><<timed 2s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/chastityNight4.gif" />
<<next 3s t8n>>Locked up, right next to what he can't have.
<<next 3s t8n>>They're close. Tender.
<<next 3s t8n>>He knows not to try anything with her. <<next 2s t8n>>He doesn't even want to.
<<next 3s t8n>>Some men are better off with someone else in control of their urges. <<next 2s t8n>>Their cock.
<<next 3s t8n>>You should thank your lucky stars if you find someone who cares enough.
<<next 3s t8n>>To treat your cock like it deserves to be.
<<next 3s t8n>><<if $sph gte 4>><<goto [[sphNight4]]>>\
<<elseif $cuck gte 4>><<goto [[cuckNight4]]>>\
<<elseif $bdsm gte 4>><<goto [[bdsmNight4]]>>\
<<elseif $marcusStrip is true>><<goto [[raceNight4]]>>\
<<elseif $buttplug is true>><<goto [[buttplugNight4]]>>\
<<elseif $cherSnap1>><<goto [[cherylSnapNight4]]>>\
<<else>><<goto [[dayFiveStart]]>>\
<</if>>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams>><<if $chastity gte 4>>[[Skip|chastityNight4]]\
<<elseif $sph gte 4>>[[Skip|sphNight4]]\
<<elseif $cuck gte 4>>[[Skip|cuckNight4]]\
<<elseif $bdsm gte 4>>[[Skip|bdsmNight4]]\
<<elseif $marcusStrip is true>>[[Skip|raceNight4]]\
<<elseif $buttplug is true>>[[Skip|buttplugNight4]]\
<<elseif $cherSnap1>>[[Skip|cherylSnapNight4]]\
<<else>>[[Skip|dayFiveStart]]\
<</if>><</if>><<timed 1s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/exhibitionNight4a.gif" />
<<next 2s t8n>>Pose for the camera.
<<next 3s t8n>>Everyone's watching.
<<next 3s t8n>>Don't be shy.
<<next 3s t8n>><<if $chastity gte 4>><<goto [[chastityNight4]]>>\
<<elseif $sph gte 4>><<goto [[sphNight4]]>>\
<<elseif $cuck gte 4>><<goto [[cuckNight4]]>>\
<<elseif $bdsm gte 4>><<goto [[bdsmNight4]]>>\
<<elseif $marcusStrip is true>><<goto [[raceNight4]]>>\
<<elseif $buttplug is true>><<goto [[buttplugNight4]]>>\
<<elseif $cherSnap1>><<goto [[cherylSnapNight4]]>>\
<<else>><<goto [[dayFiveStart]]>>\
<</if>>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams>><<if $chastity gte 4>>[[Skip|chastityNight4]]\
<<elseif $sph gte 4>>[[Skip|sphNight4]]\
<<elseif $cuck gte 4>>[[Skip|cuckNight4]]\
<<elseif $bdsm gte 4>>[[Skip|bdsmNight4]]\
<<elseif $marcusStrip is true>>[[Skip|raceNight4]]\
<<elseif $buttplug is true>>[[Skip|buttplugNight4]]\
<<elseif $cherSnap1>>[[Skip|cherylSnapNight4]]\
<<else>>[[Skip|dayFiveStart]]\
<</if>><</if>><<timed 2s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/exhibitionNight4.gif" />
<<next 3s t8n>>Look at that ass wiggle
<<next 3s t8n>>Isn't it great that she would record that, for anyone to enjoy?
<<next 3s t8n>>Doesn't it sound fun to share yourself?
<<next 3s t8n>>You bet she loves it.
<<next 3s t8n>><<goto [[exhibitionNight4a]]>>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams>>\
<<if $exhibition gte 4>>[[Skip|exhibitionNight4]]\
<<elseif $chastity gte 4>>[[Skip|chastityNight4]]\
<<elseif $sph gte 4>>[[Skip|sphNight4]]\
<<elseif $cuck gte 4>>[[Skip|cuckNight4]]\
<<elseif $bdsm gte 4>>[[Skip|bdsmNight4]]\
<<elseif $marcusStrip is true>>[[Skip|raceNight4]]\
<<elseif $buttplug is true>>[[Skip|buttplugNight4]]\
<<elseif $cherSnap1>>[[Skip|cherylSnapNight4]]\
<<else>>[[Skip|dayFiveStart]]\
<</if>><</if>><<timed 2s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/subNight4.gif" />
<<next 3s t8n>>Look at how he takes charge.
<<next 3s t8n>>She knows her place. <<next 2s t8n>>But it isn't forced.
<<next 3s t8n>>She knows where she belongs.
<<next 3s t8n>>She follows because she wants to. <<next 2s t8n>>Carries her own leash.
<<next 3s t8n>>Letting someone else be in charge is only natural for some people. <<next 2s t8n>>@@.sub;People like you.@@
<<next 3s t8n>>Give yourself up to them. <<next 2s t8n>>Show them you need to submit. <<next 2s t8n>>@@.sub;Provide your own leash.@@
<<next 3s t8n>><<if $exhibition gte 4>><<goto [[exhibitionNight4]]>>\
<<elseif $chastity gte 4>><<goto [[chastityNight4]]>>\
<<elseif $sph gte 4>><<goto [[sphNight4]]>>\
<<elseif $cuck gte 4>><<goto [[cuckNight4]]>>\
<<elseif $bdsm gte 4>><<goto [[bdsmNight4]]>>\
<<elseif $marcusStrip is true>><<goto [[raceNight4]]>>\
<<elseif $buttplug is true>><<goto [[buttplugNight4]]>>\
<<elseif $cherSnap1>><<goto [[cherylSnapNight4]]>>\
<<else>><<goto [[dayFiveStart]]>>\
<</if>>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams>>\
<<if $sub gte 6>>[[Skip|subNight4]]\
<<elseif $exhibition gte 4>>[[Skip|exhibitionNight4]]\
<<elseif $chastity gte 4>>[[Skip|chastityNight4]]\
<<elseif $sph gte 4>>[[Skip|sphNight4]]\
<<elseif $cuck gte 4>>[[Skip|cuckNight4]]\
<<elseif $bdsm gte 4>>[[Skip|bdsmNight4]]>>\
<<elseif $marcusStrip is true>>[[Skip|raceNight4]]\
<<elseif $buttplug is true>>[[Skip|buttplugNight4]]\
<<elseif $cherSnap1>>[[Skip|cherylSnapNight4]]\
<<else>>[[Skip|dayFiveStart]]\
<</if>><</if>><<timed 1s t8n>><p style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;"> <<video "cdNight4">> </p>
<<next 3s t8n>>How gorgeous and enticing
<<next 3s t8n>>Just look at that <<next 2s t8n>>@@.sissy;lace@@
<<next 3s t8n>>You do want to be with her
<<next 3s t8n>>But you really want to <<next 2s t8n>>@@.sissy;be like her@@
<<next 3s t8n>>You want to be <<next 2s t8n>>@@.sissy;alluring@@. <<next 2s t8n>>@@.sissy;Feminine.@@ <<next 2s t8n>>@@.sissy;Wearing pink lace.@@
<<next 3s t8n>><<if $sub gte 6>><<goto [[subNight4]]>>
<<elseif $exhibition gte 4>><<goto [[exhibitionNight4]]>>
<<elseif $chastity gte 4>><<goto [[chastityNight4]]>>
<<elseif $sph gte 4>><<goto [[sphNight4]]>>
<<elseif $cuck gte 4>><<goto [[cuckNight4]]>>
<<elseif $bdsm gte 4>><<goto [[bdsmNight4]]>>
<<elseif $marcusStrip is true>><<goto [[raceNight4]]>>
<<elseif $buttplug is true>><<goto [[buttplugNight4]]>>
<<elseif $cherSnap1>><<goto [[cherylSnapNight4]]>>
<<else>><<goto [[dayFiveStart]]>>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams>><<if $marcusStrip is true>>[[Skip|raceNight4]]\
<<elseif $buttplug is true>>[[Skip|buttplugNight4]]\
<<elseif $cherSnap1>>[[Skip|cherylSnapNight4]>\
<<else>>[[Skip|dayFiveStart]]\
<</if>><</if>><<timed 2s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/bdsmNight4.gif" />\
<<next 3s t8n>>He gets whipped but doesn't complain...
<<next 3s t8n>>Is being beaten by a woman so bad?
<<next 3s t8n>>Isn't it just a form of disipline?
<<next 3s t8n>>There might even be a rush.<<next 2s t8n>> Of excitement.
<<next 3s t8n>>Paris just wants you to learn, it's for your own good.
<<next 3s t8n>>It's not so bad is it?<<next 2s t8n>> It'll get better the more you try it.
<<next 3s>><<iif $marcusStrip is true>><<goto [[raceNight4]]>>\
<<elseif $buttplug is true>><<goto [[buttplugNight4]]>>\
<<elseif $cherSnap1>><<goto [[cherylSnapNight4]]>>\
<<else>><<goto [[dayFiveStart]]>>\
<</if>>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams>><<if $bdsm gte 4>>[[Skip|bdsmNight4]]\
<<elseif $marcusStrip is true>>[[Skip|raceNight4]]\
<<elseif $buttplug is true>>[[Skip|buttplugNight4]]\
<<elseif $cherSnap1>>[[Skip|cherylSnapNight4]>\
<<else>>[[Skip|dayFiveStart]]\
<</if>><</if>><<timed 3s t8n>><<video "cuckNight4">>\
<<next 3s t8n>>Look at how she sucks on that big cock.
<<next 3s t8n>>The pleasure on her face.
<<next 3s t8n>>You love seeing that desire.<<next 2s t8n>> For another man.
<<next 3s t8n>>She enjoys being watched.
<<next 3s t8n>>Let women show you how they treat other men. <<next 2s t8n>>You know you want to find out.
<<next 3s t8n>><<if $bdsm gte 4>><<goto [[bdsmNight4]]>>\
<<elseif $marcusStrip is true>><<goto [[raceNight4]]>>\
<<elseif $buttplug is true>><<goto [[buttplugNight4]]>>\
<<elseif $cherSnap1>><<goto [[cherylSnapNight4]]>>\
<<else>><<goto [[dayFiveStart]]>>\
<</if>>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams>><<if $cherSnap1>>[[Skip|cherylSnapNight4]]\
<<else>>[[Skip|dayFiveStart]]\
<</if>><</if>><<timed 18s t8n>><img style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 15px 0px;" src="images/buttplugNight4a.gif" width="400" /><</timed>><<timed 2s t8n>> <img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/buttplugNight4.gif" width="350" />
<<next 2s t8n>>Is he...cumming without touching his cock?
<<next 3s t8n>>Does the prostate feel //that// good?
<<next 3s t8n>>If it does...<<next 2s t8n>Surely you should find out.
<<next 3s t8n>>There's no harm in experimenting, is there?
<<next 3s t8n>>It doesn't make you gay...<<next 2s t8n>>Right?
<<next 5s>><<if $cherSnap1>><<goto [[cherylSnapNight4]]>>\
<<else>><<goto [[dayFiveStart]]>>\
<</if>>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams>><<if $buttplug is true>>[[Skip|buttplugNight4]]\
<<elseif $cherSnap1>>[[Skip|cherylSnapNight4]>\
<<else>>[[Skip|dayFiveStart]]\
<</if>><</if>><<timed 22s t8n>> <img style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 15px 0px;" src="images/raceNight4a.gif" /><</timed>><<timed 5s t8n>><img style="float: left; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px;" src="images/raceNight4.gif" /><</timed>>\
<<timed 2s t8n>>Is there something about...<<next 2s t8n>>black guys?
<<next 3s t8n>>You know the stereotypes but
<<next 3s t8n>>Everyone knows they're silly.<<next 2s t8n>> Right?
<<next 3s t8n>>But the way the strippers all seem to treat Marcus.
<<next 3s t8n>>Sure he's taller, stronger, more attractive than you. But is there something else?
<<next 3s t8n>>That should be worshipped?
<<next 5s>><<if $buttplug is true>><<goto [[buttplugNight4]]>>\
<<elseif $cherSnap1>><<goto [[cherylSnapNight4]]>>\
<<else>><<goto [[dayFiveStart]]>>\
<</if>>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams is true>><div style="text-align:right">[[Skip|cutiehand]]</div><</if>>\
<span class="thought"><<timed 1s t8n>>//''Maybe you should be spanked''//
<<next 2s t8n>>//''Put in your place''//
<<next 2s t8n>>//''You're not built to be the spanker''//
<<next 2s t8n>>//''Bend you over and...''//@@
<<next 3s>><<goto[[cutiehand]]>>
<</timed>>
</span><<if $skipDreams>><div style="text-align:right">[[Skip|Considering you only have one change of clothes you say yes.]]</div><</if>>\
<<timed 3s t8n>>//''You liked your punishment didn't you?''//
<<next>>//''Is serving a woman a punishment?''//
<<next>>//''Or a privilege?''//
<<next>>//''Maybe that is the role meant for you''//
<<next>><<goto [[Considering you only have one change of clothes you say yes.]]>>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams is true>><div style="text-align:right">[[Skip|cutiehand]]</div><</if>>\
<span class="thought"><<timed 1s t8n>>//''Maybe Cheryl is right?''//
<<next 2s t8n>>//''You are different to guys like Brad''//
<<next 2s t8n>>//''Why should you compete with them?''//
<<next 2s t8n>>//''You do look good in lipstick, maybe you're meant to wear it...
<<next 4s>><<goto[[What? What are these...thoughts? Why?|cutiehand]]>>
</span>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams>><div style="text-align:right">[[Skip|You keep it on]]</div><</if>>
<<timed 1s t8n>><span class="thought">//''They do look good''//</span>
<<next 2s>><span>//''You'd love a pair like that wrapped around your...''//</span>
<<next 2s>>//''Wait...''//
<<next 2s>><span>//''Are they bigger?''//</span>
<<next 5s>><<goto[[You keep it on]]>>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams is true>><div style="text-align:right">[[Skip|cityDay2]]</div><</if>>\
<<timed 1s t8n>>//''You sure came quick didn't you?''//
<<next 3s t8n>>//''At least a hottie like Cheryl gave you a handjob''//
<<next 3s t8n>>//''A couple of touches counts as a handjob, right?''//
<<next 3s t8n>>//''Does she really need two hands for Brad?''//
<<next 4s t8n>><<goto [[cityDay2]]>>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams is true>><div style="text-align:right">[[Skip|Interviewflat]]</div><</if>>\
<<timed 1s t8n>>//''Cheryl knows what's best for you doesn't she?''//
<<next 3s t8n>>//''Just follow her guidance''//
<<next 3s t8n>>//''Otherwise she'll spank you like a naughty girl''//
<<next 3s t8n>>//''And you don't want that''//
<<next 3s t8n>>//''@@.sub;Do you?@@''//
<<next 3s>><<goto[[Interviewflat]]>>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams>><<if $noApron>><div style="text-align:right">[[Skip|No...you try to save some pride]]</div><<else>><div style="text-align:right">[[Skip|You'll wear it, it still serves a function]]</div><</if>>\
<</if>>\
<<timed 1s t8n>>//''What are those stripper heels like?''//
<<next 3s t8n>>//''You'd like them the same way Brad does, right?''//
<<next 3s t8n>>//''Or do you have a different sort of appreciation?''//
<<next 3s t8n>>//''Maybe she'll need your to help put them on her later''//
<<next 3s t8n>>//''And you'll get to see Brad's...''//<<next 2s t8n>>//''reaction''//
<<next 4s>><<if $noApron is true>>
<<goto[[No...you try to save some pride]]>>
<<else>>
<<goto[[You'll wear it, it still serves a function]]>>
<</if>>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams is true>>
<div style="text-align:right">[[Skip|Interviewflat]]</div>
<</if>>\
<<timed 1s t8n>>//''You feel like you're going to explode''//
<<next 3s t8n>>//''Cheryl gets you so hard...''//
<<next 3s t8n>>//''You don't really need an orgasm do you?''//
<<next 3s t8n>>//''You want to do whatever Cheryl enjoys...''//
<<next 3s>><<goto [[Interviewflat]]>>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams>><<if $marionBlue is true>><div style="text-align:right">[[Skip|marionBlueThought]]</div>
<<else>><div style="text-align:right">[[Skip|set off to the launderette]]</div><</if>>\
<</if>>\
<<timed 1s t8n>>//''No wonder Paris was so loud''//
<<next 3s t8n>>//''A guy like Mike...''//
<<next 3s t8n>>//''To be that tall...''//
<<next 3s t8n>>//''And as big as your arm''//
<<next 3s t8n>><<if $parisCuck is true>>//''Maybe Paris will show you that picture''//
<</if>>
<<next 3s t8n>><<if $parisCuck is true>>//''Let you get a bedside seat''//
<</if>>
<<next 3s t8n>><<if $parisCuck is true>>//''Have you measure her men''//
<</if>>
<<next 4s t8n>>
<<if $marionBlue is true>>
<<goto [[marionBlueThought]]>>
<<else>>
<<next 3s t8n>><<goto [[set off to the launderette]]>>
<</if>>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams>><div style="text-align:right">[[Skip|set off to the launderette]]</div><</if>>\
<<timed 1s t8n>><span class="thought">//''These panties do feel''//</span>
<<next 3s t8n>><span class="thought">//''Like such a good fit''//</span>
<<next 3s t8n>><span class="thought">//''Much better than yesterday's''//</span>
<<next 3s t8n>><span class="thought">//''They must be a different size...''//</span>
<<next 4s t8n>><<goto [[set off to the launderette]]>>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams>><div style="text-align:right">[[Skip|kneelCornerTwo]]</div><</if>>\
<<timed 2s t8n>>And wait.
<<next 2s t8n>>//''Why did you have to screw up?''//
<<next 2s t8n>>//''You want to please Paris and Marion''//
<<next 2s t8n>>//''You're lucky they didn't punish your more harshly''//
<<next 2s t8n>>//''You should be thankful they've been kind to you''//
<<next 2s t8n>>//''You don't want more punishments''//
<<next 2s t8n>>//''Do you?''//
<<next 3s>><<goto [[kneelCornerTwo]]>>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams>><div style="text-align:right">[[Skip|You head to the Cafe]]</div><</if>>\
<<timed 2s t8n>>//''So now another woman knows''//
<<next 3s t8n>>//''Isn't it rather''//
<<next 3s t8n>>//''Exciting?''//
<<next 3s t8n>>//''Most women won't think of you differently in panties...''//
<<next 3s t8n>>//''Will they?''//
<<next 4s t8n>><<goto [[You head to the Cafe]]>>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams>><div style="text-align:right">[[Skip|You head to the Cafe]]</div><</if>>\
<<next 2s t8n>>//''High heels are so sexy''//
<<next 3s t8n>>//''You get weak at the knees''//
<<next 3s t8n>>//''You can't deny you want to...''//
<<next 3s t8n>>//''Worship them.''//
<<next 4s t8n>><<goto [[You head to the Cafe]]>>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams>><div style="text-align:right">[[Skip|You chat for a while longer and head back home]]</div><</if>>\
<<timed 2s t8n>><span class="thought">//''Do your jeans feel different?''//</span>
<<next 3s t8n>><span class="thought">//''Tighter round your thighs? Slightly uncomfortable...''//</span>
<<next 3s t8n>><span class="thought">//''Does it feel different because of the waxing?''//</span>
<<next 3s t8n>><span class="thought">//''You adjust youre stride a little''//</span>
<<next 3s t8n t8n>><span class="thought">//''Are you...wiggling?</span>
<<next 3s t8n>><<goto [[You chat for a while longer and head back home]]>>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams is true>><div style="text-align:right">[[Skip|barIntroduction]]</div><</if>>
<<timed 1s t8n>>//''Does your hair feel thicker?''//
<<next 2s t8n>>//''Flopping around''//
<<next 2s t8n>>//''Go on give it a playful flick''//
<<next 2s t8n>>//''Nice isn't it?''//
<<next 3s>><<goto[[barIntroduction]]>>
<</timed>><<if $skipDreams is true>><div style="text-align:right">[[Skip|afterParis]]</div><</if>>
<<timed 1s t8n>><span class="thought">//''Who's a naughty boy?''//</span>
<<next 2s t8n>><span class="thought">//''Oh yes you are''//</span>
<<next 2s t8n>><span class="thought">//''You need to be punished''//</span>
<<next 2s t8n>><span class="thought">//''Yes, you want to be too.''//</span>
<<next 3s>><<goto[[afterParis]]>>
<</timed>>