I let him house sit, I thought he was trustworthy but that was not the case. I came home late Friday night to find him dressed in my most expensive bra and panty set. I had just bought it the week before I left town an elegant, sexy opera demi bra from La Vie en Rose. The bra was luxuriant a pink silk with a Champagne French lace overlay, it was brought special order from Europe. I’d only gotten to wear it once and was saving it for my fifth wedding anniversary. The matching Brazilian panties looked fabulous on me.

Now I knew they would never fit right again. I looked at him, a lump in my throat rose up so when I spoke my voice broke. A look of fear and horror crossed his face as I walked up to him and slapped his heavily made up face. “Whore,” I shouted. I just couldn’t believe this was happening and he seemed like such a normal guy. Other then the fact he was quite under weight for his frame and maybe a bit particular about his appearance. Always very clean shaven and put together, at least more so than the men I was used to. Ok maybe I thought he was gay, but that’s not something you allow yourself to think about.

He fell to his knees and started to beg and cry for me not to tell anyone about this. “My intimates are ruined, brand new, do you know how much they cost?!” “I had to wait five weeks to get them shipped to me.” He sobbed, “They are so beautiful I couldn’t resist.” “Ya, so what about the hair and make up,” I challenged. Tears were rolling down his blotch red cheeks. He was trying to talk but I couldn’t make out his words because he was crying so hard. I started to feel a little bad about his emotional state so I calmed down a bit.

I went over to my bureau and poured myself some sherry. I just stood there watching him sob and break down as I sipped my drink. “Enough of this blubbering Eric, come and have a sherry with me, we’ll figure something out.” We sat across from each other at the reading corner I had set up in my room. After my drink I could feel jet lag and the last few days of work starting to set in. “I’ll never be able to wear that bra and panty set again,” I sighed.

“I’m so sorry Jamie I know it was so wrong of me but I’ve admired you for along time now, you’re so beautiful and elegant it’s so natural on you. You’re stunning and I just want to worship you,” he confessed. “What are you saying Eric I’m a married woman, I could never be with you in that way,” I scolded. “Oh god I didn’t mean that I’m not worthy enough to lie with you,” he cried. “My penis is too small to satisfy any woman and definitely could not please a Goddess such as yourself.”

He was blathering on but as he was I was feeling curious, why was he dressed up as a woman, was his dick really so tiny? What did he want from me? After the few drinks in me I was feeling bold enough to be blunt. “Eric I want to see your dick,” I ordered. “Oh Mistress it’s so small, I’m afraid you’ll laugh at me,” he whimpered. Mistress I thought, I liked when he said it, he had such a tone of reverence it gave me a little rush. I looked at him caressed some of the long hair out of his face and tucked it behind his ear and said, “Now, Eric.”

I looked him right in the eyes and he looked down, my eyes fell to those gorgeous Brazilian panties. I noticed a tiny little lump in them, just a round little knob. “Stand up,” I commanded. He did, “Turn around and show off those panties for me,” I cooed. As he did I could believe the rush I was getting this man dressed in my bra and panty set, doing what he was told, docile as a lamb. I don’t know if it was the drink but I could feel the pulsing of my clit underneath my own lacey panties.

He stood there facing me with his long blond wig, make up and me being a bit drunk now I could almost imagine him as a girl. His meek nature seemed to be having a curious effect on me. I felt so intense and compelling. I knew without a doubt that he would do any silly thing I could dream of. Power, so this is what it felt like to be able to influence and control, how delicious.

“Show it to me then,” I calmly stated, knowing that he would comply. He started to fuss but he slowly pulled down the front of the panties to reveal the tiniest hard on I had ever seen. I just looked upon this little bit of a bit in amazement. “I never knew they could be that small… are you able to penetrate a woman with it?” I asked. He told me he had tried but it was not long enough to get past the lips and into the pussy. I couldn’t help I just started to laugh and laugh; I laughed so hard tears were rolling down my aching cheeks.

Eric just stood there with his pathetic little dick dripping pre cum. “Well Eric, I guess you’re not really man, are you?” “No Mistress,” he sniveled. The more dejected and pathetic he was the hotter I became; I knew this Man could never have me. But I could still make use of him. “Run my bath girl,” I laughed. Eric would never again be a man to me, he kneeled at the bathtub, head bent down. I kicked off my heels, slowly pulled off my stockings, let my skirt slide to the floor. I knew he could see the clothes falling but not once did he look up at me.

When my blouse and bra landed on top of the pile of clothes, he moaned. I walked towards him naked, my nipples were so hard, my pussy wet, I decided then and there that slaves where a good thing and that Eric would be made into the perfect servant for me. Keeping his eyes averted, he turned and lift a towel in front of me so that I had privacy and helped me get into the bubble bath safely.

Once in the bath I told him to turn on the shower head and pass it to me. He did and I used it to please myself over and over again. Every time I looked at him he as looking down but I do think that he stole some glances. Once my bath water cooled I told Eric to reach in and pull the plug as he did he moaned and made gasping noises. “Oops,” he cried. I looked down and he had cum on the ceramic tiles; before I said anything he begged to clean it up. All I said was “yes” and to my surprise he bent over and started to lap it up like a puppy. Naturally I told him, “good boi.”

Seeing him debasing himself once again started to excite my imagination. His uselessness as a male and even as a female got me hot. And judging by the spontaneous orgasm he had with out and genital stimulation at all, he was enjoying himself immensely. I stood up; he grabbed my fluffy towel and dried me off carefully, avoiding any eye contact with me. He lingered over my breasts longer than what I liked. “Sissy,” I yelled, “You will not grope me!” “Please forgive me Mistress, punish me please,” he begged.

“Alright I will, you really do deserve it, but you need to dress me first.” We walked back into my bedroom, he turned his back so that I could put on a black sleek satin night gown, it has had a slit to the upper thigh, I put on my high heeled black slippers with the ostrich plume over the open toes “On your knees Eric,” once again he was on his knees. “Go and bend over my cedar chest,” I chastised.

There he was, those Brazilian panties showing off his semi naked ass cheeks. I went to the closet and looked through my husband’s belts. One in particular jumped out at me, it was one that my husband had once used on me playfully. That was the one! I grabbed it folded it in half and sauntered over to him, slapping the belt in my hand so I could feel its sting. “Are you ready Eric?” but before he could answer he was wailing in shock and pain.

I surprised myself by the force that I beat him with, by the way he took it and how once again my clit was throbbing and the juices where sliding out of me. After I finished and slumped on my bed exhausted by the beating I gave him. He too was panting and exhausted. I slid up my negligee and called him up on to the bed, despite being beaten his little clit dick was very hard and dripping yet again. I made him worship my cunt and ass till I had cum two more times.

“Eric its time to get out of my pretty things, you’ve had enough punishment for one night, but now that I know about your secret you’ll be on call indefinitely, do you have a problem with that?” I asked. A shy but relieved smile swept across his face, “No Mistress.” As he turned around to get undressed I smiled at the sight of red welts on his girly boi ass.

The End