Chapter 3 Such Beautiful Things
“Marilyn!”
“Pink really is more your color, though, isn’t it?”
Her heels click into the room. My eyes are glued to hers as they pierce into me.
I wish I could make my body move, but I’m frozen in place, dressed to the nines in lingerie.
Her lingerie. That would be bad enough if I wasn’t so damn hard.
The babydoll puts the tent in my panties on full display, framed between the garter straps, the sheer pink fabric straining to contain me.
I watch her eyes slither up from my stilettos, over my nylon-clad legs, to linger on my arousal before meeting my gaze again.
She tilts her head expectantly. “Well?”
“I — I —” My mouth opens and shuts like a fish gasping for air.
But while my stomach ties itself into knots, my cock seems to only get harder, twitching and rubbing against the panties and leaving a smear of pre-cum there.
Marilyn’s grin widens as it happens, and to my horror, that only makes things worse.
“Please,” I finally manage in a half-choked whisper.
“’Please,’ what, dear?”
I have no idea what to say — what to do — what she could possibly have planned.
My heart thuds dully in my ears. All I can do is wait and accept whatever punishment she decides is appropriate for this violation.
She’ll kick me out, certainly, and tell my family.
My friends will find out. The thought of the humiliation I’ll suffer makes me start to feel sick.
She takes another step towards me and the sound pierces through the fear.
I squeal and twitch, taking a step backwards, teetering in my heels, pink and white silk and lace flying out around me.
The shock of discovery gives way to panic.
I start to fall over — but something catches me by my arm and pulls me back up.
Suddenly my stocking-covered legs are enrobed in satin, sheer white fabrics swishing between my ankles.
My head swings around and I’m staring at Marilyn as she holds onto my wrist, tugging me towards her against her dress.
“’Please, touch me here?’” she murmurs, slipping one of her hands around my waist, just beneath the swish of the babydoll.
I let out a tiny gasp and start to shake beneath her grasp.
“Or here?”
The hand slides down, fingers tracing the curve of my back, following the line of the garter straps, tracing the frilly edge of the panties. She pulls me in closer, surrounding me in soft, cool satin, my tented panties pressed against her. I lean back to look up at her as she embraces me.
“Did my pretty things get you all excited, James?” she says. She draws out the s again as her fingers find the tip of my cock in the panties. “Oh, so wet already!”
“I’m — I’m sorry —” I manage, my brain still not fully processing what’s happening, even as she begins to rub through the sheer silk.
“It’s quite alright. You look lovely, dear. Oh, and they feel so nice, don’t they?”
“Mari — Marily —”
“Shhhh.” She presses a finger to my lips. “You picked out a very pretty babydoll. Did you need to wear the matching lingerie with it?”
“Yes,” I moan. Why am I admitting this? The pleasure scrambles the fear in my brain.
“Pink is such a girly color. It suits you. Should we keep you in pretty pink things the whole time you’re here?
” She swirls her fingers over my tip and a convulsion of pleasure wracks my body.
Marilyn takes it as an invitation to continue.
“Oh my, it seems like that’s a very exciting idea for you. Is that what you want, dear?”
“Yes...”
“Of course, I have lots of other delicious frillies to dress you in. Dresses, too, even prettier than this. Are you going to be my sweet little sissy girl?”
“Oh, yes,” I moan, brain flooded with confused pleasure.
“Yes, of course you are. You just couldn’t resist such beautiful things. Oh, and the gloves! ” She scoops one of my hands up in hers and runs her thumb over the back of the lace glove. “So feminine. Just like you.”
It’s only then that my thoughts start to coalesce into something resembling coherency.
But when I open my mouth to do something more than moan or say yes, she takes the opportunity to lean in and kiss me, slowly and tenderly.
She tilts me back just enough that I’m completely under her control.
Her tongue presses into my mouth, probing mine, as she begins to stroke me through the panties, pumping up and down my entire length.
I shudder in her grasp and send my frills dancing across my rear.
Marilyn pulls away from me slowly. I try not to whimper at the loss of contact, but it doesn’t work; I don’t have any time to catch my breath before her lips are on my neck, kissing downwards towards my collarbone, and all I can think about is how close her mouth is getting to my aching hardness.
“Oh, James,” she whispers against my skin, “I’ve been waiting for this so long.” Her other hand slips around my waist to pull me closer, rubbing my shaft between us through my panties. “Ever since you were old enough, I knew you’d be a little sissy slut for pretty things.”
“Oh,” I whine again, trying to find words and failing miserably.
“Is this what you want, my sweet little sissy?” she purrs, peeling my panties down so my dribbling cock is free to rub against the slippery satin of her dress.
“Your poor body has been aching for the soft touch of all these girly things, hasn’t it?
Aching to submit, to surrender, to let a real woman take control of that needy little body.
” They’re not questions. She took one look at me and knew exactly what I wanted. What I was.
I nod and she pulls me against her, kissing me again.
And then I begin to thrust.