I was a little worried about my new role as Beth's "lesbian slut". Things had escalated quite quickly from her dressing me in panties and a camisole to her ass-fucking me with a dildo. At this rate, I wasn't sure what could happen next.
The last encounter was last night. I was physically okay, but had spent the morning crying about my lack of control over the situation. She had gone out to run some errands.
While I was uneasy about where this was going, I had a couple intense masturbation sessions while remembering what had happened.
She came back in the afternoon and made an announcement: "I've asked my parents to keep the kids for the week. I'm enjoying my evenings with my lesbian slut, so that needs to continue."
"Come on now, Beth. You've had your fun, but I'm not ready to give myself over to total domination."
She glared at me. "I'm through with your feeble attempts at being the man. From now on, you will be here for my pleasure. If you're not happy with that, you can always leave. I don't think you want to leave. I laid out a new outfit on the bed. Model it for me."
I went upstairs to have a look. There were black crotchless panties on the bed, and a white sheer camisole. Beside them, there were a pair of black stockings.
No way. I wasn't putting this on. It had gone far enough. But then I thought of how turned on and pretty I felt last night - and that was all I needed. I stripped off all my "man" clothes and put these on. I modelled my new look in the mirror. I definitely didn't look like a woman, but I felt pretty. It was nice to have my hard cock sticking out the front of the crotchless panties.
I walked downstairs to show off.
"Well look at you, slut. I just might be able to fuck you. Come closer and spread your legs."
I walked to where she was sitting in the chair. As I stood in front of her and spread my legs, I hoped she'd put my hard cock in her mouth; that hadn't happened since our first night of this.