The Taming of Mr. Big Stuff

I had been out at work all day and was ready for some much needed rest and relaxation when I got home. I walked through the door and found my fiancé facing away from me where he sat on the couch. From the way his body moved as he sat on the couch, I could tell that he was stroking his cock at a pretty good pace. He apparently had not heard me come inside….

So I decided to have a little fun with him as I snuck up behind him. When I reached him, I peered over his shoulder and saw that in his free hand he held the naked picture of his ex-girlfriend, my sister, Violet.

“Phillip! What the hell,” I exclaimed as I pushed him on his shoulders. His whole body jerked as he jumped up off of the couch. But his pants were down around his ankles and he instantly began flailing as he tripped on them. The only thing better than the way that he fell to the floor, was the look of shock and panic on his face when he knew that he was caught. He just lay there on the floor, staring up at me, his mouth hanging open like a cod fish. “Alanna! I-I…”

“You, what, Phillip? You thought that you could rub one out real fast before I got home? You thought you could get away with jacking off to my sister’s picture?! You thought I wouldn’t find out? Well, guess what Phillip, I did find out and now you’re going to pay.” He struggled to start pulling his pants up and I told him, “You may as well just take those off because you’re not going to need them for the rest of the night.” He looked utterly confused but answered, “Yes, Alanna, whatever you want honey. I’ll do whatever you say.”

“Damn, right you will,” I answered as I put my hands on my hips and a smile crept across my face. This was going to be too deliciously good to rush. Here was a golden opportunity to make ‘Mr. Big Stuff’, as I sometimes called him, learn a very valuable lesson…one which was long overdue. There were a couple of reasons I called him ‘Mr. Big Stuff’, none of which he objected to. First of all, he did have a very nicely sized 8” mushroom head cock that I absolutely loved to play with. The size of his cock, though, was not the only thing that earned him that nickname. He was on the board of directors for the local affiliate TV station and was even a deacon in our church. He had been the golden boy since his high school days as the captain of the football team and had lived something of a charmed life. But tonight, he was all mine to do with as I pleased. It was time to knock him down a peg or two because I certainly was not going to let an opportunity like this one pass me by.

“Abject humiliation is going to be your punishment tonight,” I told him, “and there’s no way out of it, any of it, so don’t bother trying to do anything other than exactly what I say. Got it?”

“I’ve got it, honey. What can I do to make this up to you Alanna? Please, tell me. I’ll do anything you ask me to do, just please, let me make this up to you somehow.” I circled around to his side of the couch, surveying him as I moved slowly towards him. “Hmmm,” I hummed. “You do beg very nicely when you want to. I think that I know exactly what I’m going to do with you. Since you like looking at girls so much, perhaps you’d like to see what it feels like to be one. Follow me.” I began walking towards the bedroom when I noticed Philip trying to get up off of the floor to follow me. “No,” I said as I shook my finger at him. “You are right where you belong: on the floor. For the rest of the night, unless I say differently, you are to crawl on your hands and knees. It’s time you learned some respect for women and, tonight, I’m going to make sure that this is a lesson you will learn and never forget.” He returned to his position on his hands and knees and bowed his head low as he said, “Yes, Alanna, whatever you say.”

He obediently trailed behind me as I made my way into our bedroom. He sat on his knees at the foot of the bed, like a pathetic little puppy dog, as I rifled through the closet until I found what I was looking for. I produced a red tube top and a black leather mini skirt and I tossed them in front of Philip. Then, I went to my dresser and opened my lingerie drawer, pulling out a pair of black thigh high stockings and the matching garter belt, which I also threw onto the floor in front of Phillip. “Put those on,” I instructed him, and he looked at me like I was from Mars. “I thought you wanted to make this up to me,” I reminded him, and he quickly began to stammer out his assurances that he did, in fact, want to make it up to me. “But, do I really have to wear…this?” I crouched down in front of him and looked him straight in the eyes as I said, “You do if you want to stay here with me.” That took him by surprise and let him know in no uncertain terms just what a precarious position he was in. “Alright, Alanna, alright. I will do it, just please, please forgive me!” In truth, his begging really did get to me and pulled on my heart strings, but I wasn’t about to let him know that!

I put him in the clothes that I had chosen for him to wear and then I took him to the living room and had him sit on the floor in front of the couch while I went and got some things from the bathroom. When I returned, my arms were full of cosmetics which I dumped onto the couch beside me, where I sat in front of (and above) Phillip. I began applying the foundation, blush and eye shadow to his face. As I applied the lipstick to his lips, I said, “There you go. You look so pretty now in that CSR lipstick.” He looked at me with a confused expression on his made up face and he asked me, “CSR lipstick? What does CSR stand for?” I laughed as I told him, “CSR lipstick means ‘Cock Sucker Red’ lipstick. How do you like being made up and dressed up like a slut? Does it turn you on like it does when you are looking at a slutty girl?”

Before he could answer me, we were interrupted by a knock at the door. I smiled widely as I mockingly said, “Now, who could that be?” I got up off of the couch and went to the door. I invited the guest into the house and Phillip’s face went pale as a ghost when he saw that our visitor was my sister Violet. We both laughed our asses off at his reaction and we made fun of him for the bulge of his hard cock, which was so obvious beneath the tight leather mini skirt. We humiliated him for taking such pleasure in his punishment and feminization. As we both took turns pleasuring his cock, we informed him that he had better get used to this treatment because, from then on, this would be how we would begin every weekend.  The moment we told him that, his face burned bright red from embarrassment and he shot a load of cum unlike any amount we’d ever seen from a man.

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