A Boiled Frog Pt. 01

"You did promise to be my personal sex slave today," she said. "And I know how much you like me in nylons." It's true; I have always had a huge nylon fetish ever since I was a child. "We'll I wanted to try nylons on nylons with you." She then eased herself on top of me and began kissing me, making sure that our legs intertwined.

How do you say no to a woman making out with you whom you love and adore and worship? You don't. You simply go with it, especially when it feels so good. And that is what I did.

We made out for a while despite my morning breath and she kept ratcheting me up closer and closer by tweaking my nipples and flicking and stroking my penis, occasionally sliding her nylon-encased legs over it or sliding down and licking my shaft with her tongue. But every time I tried to consummate the relationship, she pulled just out of reach until I was worked up into a frenzy.

Then she pushed herself away and said, "Stand up. I want to see the full effect." In euphoria, I stood up, my knees wobbling, and watched as she knelt down before me, licked my tip and then finished attaching the hose to the garter belt. She then reached out of sight and pulled out a tiny pair of see through panties. First, rubbing them on my cock, she said, "Don't these feel good?" I nodded, unable to voice my appreciation. "They will feel even better on." She then reached down and had me step into the panties, slowly drawing them up my legs, taking her time to make sure they rubbed me all the way up. Snuggling them first up my hips, she pulled them tight across my buttocks before she teased them up over my throbbing cock, finally encasing it within the nylon. She then grabbed my cock and gave it a couple of strokes through the panties for good measure.

With the bottom half of my body in nylon heaven, she pulled out another tiny garment from out of sight and stood up next to me, kissing each of my nipples before stating, "Arms out." Wordlessly, I obeyed, unable to think or comprehend what was happening to me. My mind had shut down, and I was on autopilot. She had me put my arms through the straps on the bra and stepped around to fasten it behind me. Reaching around with both hands, she grabbed my chest and squeezed hard, grabbing as large a handhold as she could. The feel of the material on my nipples sent a wave of heat to my brain and my dick, making it bulge even more, if that was possible. I think I was the largest I have ever been.

Not even pausing for me to regain my breath, Julie reached down and grabbed another garment, a purple baby doll negligee which she pulled over my head and down across my nipples, which by this time were sticking straight out. Then she came around in front of me, grabbed one of my nipples, tweaked it and whispered into my ear. "Are we feeling good?"

Again I nodded wordlessly. I didn't know what to say. She felt my body tremble and said, "I am going to make you feel so good, but we are not ready yet."

She then took me in hand and dragged me over to her vanity to sit on the stool facing her. Then, dropping to her knees once again, she reached out and grabbed my foot with one hand while slipping a 4-inch spiked heel on it with the other. Doing up the buckle around the ankle, she produced a tiny padlock and locked it into place. "Don't want you to be able to run away from me, slave. Now hand me your other foot."

I untucked it and held it out and she slipped the other heel onto it. I noticed they fit perfectly, despite me being one size larger than my wife. It dawned on me that she had bought these for me. I sat there in a fog while she proceeded to apply make up to my face. Base, rouge, eyebrow liner, mascara, bright pink lipstick and powder were all applied. She pinned up my hair and then went to her closet and pulled out the wig she wore last Halloween, a pink pageboy. She slid it onto my head and pinned it into place.

Standing back, she appraised me for over a minute before saying, "Turn your head. Look into the mirror." I spun around and looked into the mirror and saw, to my astonishment, a stranger looking back at me. While I considered myself a little above average looking male, the girl in the mirror was far better looking than me. She was a knockout, just like my wife. "Oh my goodness, I've got a hot wife. I think you actually look better than me," Julie said with a huge grin on her face. "You make me a little jealous. Good thing I own you."

Gazing into the mirror, I was in shock. I didn't feel like myself at all. I was incredibly turned on by being dressed as a woman and by being told I was owned - two fantasies I had never realized I even had. They were like two waves crashing together, engulfing me and dragging me under. I had always known I was a little submissive to my wife, always trying to please her both in bed and in life, but the feelings I felt now were overwhelming. I felt myself succumbing to the rapture of it all and I wasn't sure I liked it. I could literally feel my maleness drowning. And like a drowning man, I actually reached out and grabbed my wife's arm to stabilize myself.

She pulled me to my feet and said, "Come here, sexy," before turning to lead me to the bed. I took one step, and my right foot buckled and I fell to the floor. I had never walked on heels. She giggled as she sat on the bed and said. "Someone needs some walking practice. Maybe you had it right after all though. Crawl to me on your knees."

Doing so, as I approached, I couldn't help but notice that Julie's panties were soaking wet. She must be really turned on by this, I thought. While I had never done so, since Julie had never asked me and I didn't do anything without permission when it involved sex, I felt drawn to her moisture. As I neared her sitting on the bed, my mouth leading the way, I nuzzled her panties with my nose before reaching out with my tongue and lapping her panties.

Surprise reached Julie's eyes and her eyebrows shot up. "Oh yes, Christina knows what her master wants. Good girl, Christina. Lick me."

The name was a splash of water in the face. But the desire to please was even stronger. I ground my lips on her panties, leaving a splash of pink on it before pulling it aside to delve my tongue into her folds. Slowly, sliding my tongue up and down tasting her, I continued this until I ran across the clitoris. Focusing there, I sucked it in completely into my mouth and began suckling on it like it was a third nipple. She began directing me to lick this way and that, until she finally fell backwards onto the bed, bucking and exploding her juices into my mouth and all over my face. She laid there chest heaving and trying to catch her breath.

After a minute, she sat up and looked me over at me, still sitting on my heels waiting for her to respond. Taking in my smeared make up and leaking panties, pre-cum covering the front of them, "Someone is a mess," she said. "Let's get you cleaned up and back into service."

"Don't I get to cum?" I asked, a little hesitantly, unsure of myself in this role.

"Tell you what. If you be a good little girl and learn to walk properly, I will rock your world after lunch." She then helped me stand and led me back to the vanity where she started to fix my makeup.

"Honey," I said. "I really don't like the name Christina. There was this heinous bitch in 10^th grade that tormented me mercilessly for almost half the year."

"She probably just liked you. Hmm, OK, I guess we will just go with Tina. How does that sound?"

I nodded and let her continue my makeup. Sitting there, I thought to myself. "What did I just do? Did I just agree to be called Tina? What is going on with me?"

"Now, stand up and point your toes as you walk. That's it. Take small steps. You can do this. Now, go downstairs and get me a cup of coffee, my cute little Tina. Hurry along now."

I left to obey, with my hard-on, still rock solid, leading the way, pulsing and stretching a fresh new set of panties.

By lunchtime, I had gone up and down the stairs a dozen times fetching this and that for my wife. I hadn't fallen since the first time and was feeling pretty comfortable in the heels, although my feet were starting to ache. She kept me on edge so she had also switched my panties twice more because of all the pre-cum I was leaking into them. Julie finally had me prepare sandwiches for the two of us and as we sat at the table eating, her in her outfit and me in mine, she reached under the table and stroked my nylon-clad leg, slowly inching her way up my leg towards my boner.

I stopped eating in anticipation and she looked at me and smiled. "Is someone turned on? Is someone ready to cum?" I nodded vigorously and she reached over and wiped the corner of my lips, where I had some mayonnaise. "Then I will race you upstairs. First one to the bed gets to cum first!"

I think she wanted to see me try to run in heels, but I outplayed her. Instead of bolting for the stairs like she expected, I reached over and grabbed her, tossing her up over my shoulder and holding her tight, before slowly, balancing on heels, starting up the stairs. Laughing, she yelled, "Cheater," at me. But I made it to the bed first, threw her down, climbed on top and took my reward.

Chapter 3

Monday morning I got up, walked over to the vanity, and grabbed the padlock key to unlock my high heels Julie had made me sleep in, although she had taken off the makeup the night before. It had been an afternoon of wonderful, hot sex. The emotions and feelings of last night made me smile as I looked at myself in the mirror. It had been a very surprising yet sensual day. I had felt my feminine side and enjoyed serving my wife. I had gone down on her two more times that day without her asking for it. I pulled off the wig, unpinned my hair, slipped off the clothes and neatly folded them onto the stool, before heading to the shower.

In the shower, I grabbed the razor and started shaving the few hairs I could spot without even thinking about it. I reached for my Axe body wash and noticed the bottle was gone. Did I run out? I looked and noticed that my wife had taken over the shower shelf as well as the rest of the bathroom. Where once had set my body wash/shampoo combo, now, alongside her loofah and shampoo set, sat an extra shampoo, an extra conditioner plus two body washes as well as some face moisturizing cream and some other nonsense. "Girls!?!" I thought. Since I had to use something, I borrowed one of hers, grabbing a light lavender-scented body wash that didn't smell too overpowering and quickly soaped up.

As I rinsed off and came out of the shower, Julie was just coming out of the toilet room. She walked up, hugged me and sniffed my hair. "You didn't use the shampoo or conditioner I put in there for you," she said. I looked at her strangely, and said, "Why would I?" That just seemed like too much trouble to me.

Walking into the bedroom, I saw two pairs of panties laid out on the bed - one in a bright pink with a lacy waistband and the other a silky baby blue. Julie, walking in behind me, said, "Choose which one you want to wear today."

"Um, what happened to my underwear?" I asked. "What's going on?"

"I want you to wear one of these for me. It made you look so sexy yesterday and I know it will keep you thinking of me all day." I had really enjoyed the feel of the panties, so while it seemed a little weird, I could do this for her. "Ok, but you will owe me." I said, hoping for her to offer up a coin. When she didn't reply, I said, "Well, there is no way in hell you could get me to wear the pink ones. That's your favorite color, not mine." I grabbed the baby blue pair and slipped them on.

Pulling them up my legs, I felt my penis start to respond. Damn, they felt good. I quickly turned away from her so she wouldn't see the reaction and went to grab my jeans. She mumbled something as I walked away. Thinking back about it now, I believed she said, "We'll see about that."

Tuesday, she offered me a choice again. This time it was the pink pair and an itty bitty red thong. It didn't dawn on me to reach into my dresser and grab out my own underwear. I just grabbed the thong and pulled it on. I hated the thong, it rode up between by butt crack and teased my rosebud, adding a new sensation and sexuality I had never discovered before. I got hardly any work done throughout the day, constantly having to adjust my hard on. Good thing I was in a cubicle...

Tuesday night on the way home I stopped by the store to pick up some fresh veggies so I could make a taco salad for dinner. As an afterthought, I grabbed a bottle of wine and a bottle of Axe shower gel. I was horny from the thong and wanted dinner on the table when she got home so we could play right after.

Once dinner was all set on the table, I sat down and waited for her to come home. I texted her and said, "I'm home and dinner is ready, when will you be home?" Her response back was "I am working. 1 hr" I twiddled my thumbs and sat around waiting. An hour passed and still no wife. Bored and horny, I texted her again, "Are you on your way yet?" Her response back was "I am working. 1 hr" "Great," I thought. This could go on all night. It had before. I thought about masturbating just to end this tension and headed up to our bedroom. As I walked into our room, the padlocked buckle of the heels I had worn Sunday caught my eye under the corner of the vanity. It gave me a thought and I sat down at the vanity and looked at myself. Setting the wig on my head, I made the decision.

I quickly stripped off the clothes I was wearing down to the thong. Finding the garter belt, I fiddled with it until I figured it out. The nylons came next, followed by the bra and baby doll. The moment I slipped them on, I felt the wetness of my pre-cum dribbling into my thong. Bending down, I put on the heels and buckled them into place.

I then picked up my phone and texted again. This time I texted, "Tina is bored and waiting. When will you be home?" The response came back immediately, "Seriously?" I stood up, smiled seductively into the mirror and snapped a picture before sending it. Again an immediate response "2 Cute omw"

I sat at the vanity and tried to replicate some of the simpler make up applications I had seen my wife do. I put on a little blush and eye liner and did my lips, of course, and then walked downstairs to the kitchen table and reheated the taco meat in the microwave.

A couple of minutes later Julie burst in, and yelled, "Honey, I'm home." I announced I was in the kitchen and she walked into the adjoining living room, pulled off her suit coat and laid it over the arm of the couch before flopping down and saying, "Man that was a brutal day". I walked into the room holding a glass of wine, handed it to her, then knelt down in front of her and pulled off one of her heels. I started rubbing her foot, releasing her tension. She sipped the wine, laid back and sighed.

After working the one foot, I worked on the other, rubbing hard and deep into the soles of her feet. I continued my massage upward on her stockinged legs, applying hard pressure, trying to ease the muscles. Julie closed her eyes and took another sip of her wine. I continued up to her thighs, taking a little off the pressure but still kneading. As I got to the hem of her skirt, I used my nose and hands to push it upwards, already smelling a hint of musk and arousal. I reached up, grabbed the top of her pantyhose and whispered, "Lift." She raised her butt off the couch for a second and I slid both panties and pantyhose down to her knees. Then ducking my head under, I came up between her and her lingerie and dove into her crotch, licking eagerly.

Without a word, she let me. I hungrily attacked her outer lips before pushing my tongue deep into her inner folds. I sucked hard, trying to find the liquid I desired. I tongued upwards to her button, and circled around it rapidly, then headed southward again, trailing all the way to her anus. She gasped in surprise as I tongued her rosebud, a new taboo broken, before putting her hands on the back of my head and dragging it back to her clitoris. I got the point and focused there, flicking and licking with my tongue until she went over the edge.

Once she relaxed again, she rolled over and slid her butt off of the couch and whispered, "Take me. " I pulled my thong to the side, releasing my manhood, and with a single thrust, shoved all seven inches into her wet center. Less than 15 strokes later, I was coming as well. The buildup of the day had been too much. I pulled out and climbed to my feet and went to get her some food. I came back to find her asleep on the couch. Talk about role reversal. I worked off the heels then carried her up to bed.

Wednesday morning the choice was between the pink panties and a white T-string with blue polka dots. Again, without hesitation I grabbed the polka dots. I could see my wife's appraising eye out of the corner of my eye; she knew I didn't like polka dots and could see she was trying to get me in pink. Did I mention I have a stubborn streak sometimes?

Thursday morning she went all out. The pink panties were still there but next to it was laid out some white boy shorts, a garter belt and white seamed nylons. She thought she had upped the ante and would get me in pink but I was bound and determined not to wear those pink panties. Plus, I sure did like the feel of nylons on my legs. After getting dressed, I pulled socks over the nylons and was tying my tennis shoe laces, when she finally spoke. "I look forward to seeing those when I peel your uniform off you tonight."

"Oh crap," I thought. I had forgotten tonight was the championship softball game for our office co-ed team. And by her comment, she obviously expected me to wear this getup under my ball uniform. Maybe I should have just worn the pink. She was always the more devious one. Oh well, I was starting to get used to the underwear, only occasionally getting a hard-on. It shouldn't affect my game play too much if any at all.

But it did. When I pulled on my skin-tight ball pants I could actually feel the straps of the garter stretched on my leg. Good thing the ball pants were black so you couldn't see anything underneath them. As I was warming up with the nylons rubbing against the ball pants, I couldn't help not get a hard-on and the bulge was obvious in the tight pants. How well I would play with an erection I wasn't sure.

First at bat, I lined out to left. I came up in the third inning with no one out and ripped an outside pitch right over the first basemen's head. I took off running and was waved around to second. Glancing at the third base coach, I got the signal to slide so I knew it would be close. I went down in the dirt feet first and came up safe, automatically brushing the dirt off my pants as I stood on the bag.

As I brushed along the knee, I felt a hole in my pants. They had worn through and ripped. I looked down and I could see a hole of white peeking through my black-clad knee about the size of an Easter egg. Mortification set through my bones. I froze and couldn't wait to get off the bag and get to the bathroom. "What if someone saw," I thought, my face already beginning to turn beet red with embarrassment.

Just as I thought that, I looked over to see Deidre, the other team's second baseman, a beautiful older woman in her late 30s, looking down in puzzlement at my knee. The red rushing into my face sped up and deepened, and I quickly looked down and turned away from her. I looked up to see Mindy, our next hitter, finally enter the batter's box and prepare for the pitch. "Please get a hit and get me out of here," I prayed silently.

She connected with the first pitch and ripped it to right. I took off running and was three quarters of the way to third when the base coach yelled at me to go back. I turned and saw the right fielder on the ground after making a diving catch. I sprinted and got back to the bag just in time. Deidre was waiting on the bag, caught the ball and swept the glove against me just after I touched the bag. I heard the umpire called safe and looked over at him before I felt Deidre's other hand graze my knee, feeling the nylon, confirming her suspicions. A big grin erupted on her face and my face went tomato red as she threw the ball back to the pitcher.