Training Bra

 

       When LouAnn Dehen’s lubricated right thumb was inserted into her husband William’s rectum, the rest of her fingers could basket his testicles, alternately squeezing and releasing them, squeezing and releasing them, depending on the particular vocal response she sought from him.

       Her lubricated right thumb was thus inserted at this moment. LouAnn gave her husband’s testicles a good, hard squeeze.

       “Uuueeegh!” William squealed. “Uuueeegh!”

       LouAnn smiled. Using her left hand, she skillfully fondled the head of William’s erect, condom-covered penis which stuck out from his otherwise naked body, stiff as a steel spring. The condom was also lubed from base to tip with the same clear, unscented water-based gel that coated LouAnn’s right thumb.

       LouAnn always made it a point to milk her husband before dressing him up in one of his girly-girl outfits, thereby keeping the state of his arousal down to a halfway manageable level.

       William was kneeling on the chaise lounge chair that sat in one corner of their bedroom, on all fours, his rear end level with his head. The condom’s reservoir tip poked out from LouAnn’s hand with each thrust of his pelvis. She sat beside him, not on the chaise lounge, but on her softly padded vanity bench.

       In contrast to William’s nudity, LouAnn wore an exquisite matching bra and panty set. The rose-colored fabric was edged in ivory lace, encircling the push up cones of LouAnn’s bra and the waistband of her high-cut French panty.

       In addition, LouAnn’s bra had elastic straps that served to lift and separate her shapely breasts, further enhancing the contours of her fetching upper body.

       In point of fact, LouAnn’s body, upper or lower, needed little in the way of enhancement. She was now in her early thirties, blessed with a lush auburn mane which reached her shoulders, and a sleek, lissome figure that marked her as an especially beautiful woman.

       Nor could William be described as any kind of slouch when it came to looks. He possessed handsome features, a thick shock of dark brown hair, and a muscular body that was slim and solid, if a bit on the short side. In his stocking feet, William stood a full inch shorter than his five foot, nine inch wife.

On the other hand, there was something about William’s face, in his slightly receded chin, perhaps, that bespoke a dearth of masculine aggressiveness. One of William’s male friends had joked at their wedding that if it ever came down to a wrestling match, “LouAnn could pin Bill three out of four falls.” Which foretold, in some small way, perhaps, the current state of their marital dynamic.

       During their marriage, LouAnn had come early to the habit of cross-dressing her husband, although it took several more years before she came to thoroughly dominate him.

       Well, better late than never, LouAnn thought.

       Initially, she’d had concerns about marrying William Dehen, taking her sweet time before deciding on his worthiness.

       Nevertheless, moving her husband from dressing in women’s underwear to being LouAnn’s absolute underling had been a surprisingly swift process.

       LouAnn made the decision on the eve of their third wedding anniversary that she would henceforth assume complete control of their marriage. The result for LouAnn had been an even happier, satisfying union.

       Because of William’s willingness to subordinate himself to his wife entirely, she presently had almost no complaints about their relationship.

Her husband was a hard worker, the manager of a technical services company, earning more in a single year than LouAnn’s ex-husband Brian had earned in the whole five years they were married.

       The only remaining issue was how far LouAnn and William would go into the realm of Feminine Domination.

       I intend to opt for more of the same, LouAnn thought. I’ll enforce a more effective, more abject submission on William’s part. Continually develop new and exciting methods of bringing him to heel and restricting his orgasms.

       Likewise in his early thirties, buff, attractive William was the ideal escort for LouAnn when they attended dinner parties, concerts, or social events. Her husband looked dashing in black tie, and, as a rule, was always impeccably dressed.

       No one but LouAnn knew that, under William’s trousers, she had him in a size seven lace panty; and, under that, his genitals were confined in a secure polycarbonate male chastity device. Nor would anyone know that his bodily hair was completely shaven from his neck on down, with particular attention paid to his genitals.

       That was how things were now, tonight, on the eve of their fourth wedding anniversary, also known as Valentine’s Day.

       Early in their courtship, LouAnn had learned about her future husband’s penchant for cross-dressing. Back in the months after she’d divorced Brian and started dating William, the latter had lived in a studio apartment near Slateville State University.

While dating, they’d come close to having sexual intercourse on two occasions, both times at LouAnn’s house in Southwest Slateville. However, each time LouAnn had called a halt before they did, informing him that intercourse was something that she wanted to hold off on.

       Then it occurred to LouAnn that she needed to speak frankly with William about sex before they became intimate; and one Friday morning, she called him at work and asked if she could come to his studio apartment for an overnight visit.

       Of course, William had said yes.

       As soon as William opened the door to let LouAnn in, she greeted him and kissed him. Then, after he closed the door, she stripped down to her lingerie, making it clear that this time she intended to have sex with him.

       However, before that occurred, LouAnn told William that she wanted to have a straightforward discussion with him about her sexual preferences. Her ex-husband Brian had refused to give her cunnilingus, she said, a pleasure she expected, desired, and felt she deserved. If William had similar qualms, she wanted to know about it right up front. Should he be the kind of man who would deny LouAnn oral pleasure, their relationship was going to be terminated immediately.

       William told her of his attitude towards cunnilingus. She was pleased to learn that he would be more than happy to provide her with the intimate service she craved.

       “But now that we’re on the subject of sex,” William said, “I should probably confess something to you.”

       This was not what LouAnn had expected.

       “Go ahead,” she answered, bracing herself for the worst.

       What could William’s confession possibly be about? Herpes? Impotence? Compulsive masturbation? Homosexuality?

       Her mind briefly ran riot.

       In the next few minutes, William confessed to LouAnn that he was obsessed with women’s lingerie.

       “You mean to look at, don’t you?” LouAnn had naively said. “On me, you mean?” She indicated the expensive, form-fitting bridal-white set that presently adorned her body.

       William pressed his full, girlish lips together nervously. “Well no,” he answered, averting his eyes. “I mean on me, I guess.”

       “What do you mean? On you?”

       “What I’m saying, LouAnn, is that I enjoy wearing women’s underwear. I’m telling you this because I believe you ought to know about it. It’s kind of a compulsion that I have.”

       LouAnn was surprised. Somewhat shocked, actually.

       “I think we need to talk,” she said.

       They’d had a long talk then, during which William described his women’s lingerie fetish, and how it frequently took hold of him. LouAnn asked numerous questions—about how often he indulged, about what he liked to wear, what he did when he was dressed in women’s underwear, and the like.

       During the course of that conversation, LouAnn learned much about her new lover that, unaccountably, intrigued her. It also touched her because she realized William was opening himself up to her, being vulnerable in a very personal way. For the first time, LouAnn felt an emotional closeness with him, a closeness that exceeded what physical intimacy offered, and a closeness that she’d never experienced with Brian.

       “So, do you wear any other kinds of women’s clothing?”

       William shook his head. “No, just lingerie.”

       “Do you happen to have any women’s lingerie on hand? I’d like to see some on you if you do.”

       “Right now, I don’t have any. I threw it all away.”

       “What? Why would you do that?”

       “You see, LouAnn, I knew I was going to have you here for the evening, and I didn’t want you seeing women’s lingerie in my drawers or in my closet. You might think it was weird, or that I was seeing another woman. I guess I’m kind of ashamed of it. I suppose doing what I do makes me kind of a sissy.”

       LouAnn was moved. “William, you needn’t feel ashamed. I actually think it’s cute that you’ve got this little fetish. It makes you more endearing to me.”

       “Really?” William was relieved. And happy. He’d expected a much more judgmental attitude from LouAnn, who was quite conservative about nearly everything.

       “Yes, really.”

       “Thank you, LouAnn.”

       “You’re welcome.” And with that, LouAnn kissed him. And soon after the kiss, they were on his bed, about to begin making love. William might like wearing lingerie, but his desire for her was evident. He sported an enormous, bulging erection. Things grew extremely heated until LouAnn, still wearing her bra and panties, suddenly turned her back to William.

       “Take off my bra,” she said.

       “Yes, LouAnn.”

       “Remove it slowly,” she added. “Once the hooks come free, don’t just yank it off. I have very sensitive breasts, you know. Especially my nipples.”