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`Lady Janice of Sterling By RH Music`

Posted with permission from RH Music

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PART I: The Mind Control Drug ___

Chapter 1: Introduction

With considerable show, Jack removed the vial from his jacket pocket and carefully placed it on the table.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Your birthday present. Happy 40th!" he grinned at me, obviously pleased with himself.

I picked up the vial and examined it. It was about the size of my thumb and contained a colorless liquid.

"What is this? 'Grecian-Formula'?"

"No, my friend, this is no joke. You know where I work, right?"

"You mean, the 'Department of Defense'?" I asked, using my fingers to make imaginary quotes in the air, our local euphemism for the CIA.

"That's right. And what you have in front of you is the first of a new drug that I just created. Very top secret. I could lose my job if anyone knew I had taken it."

I pushed the vial back towards him, "Well, then. I don't want it." I looked around, nervously.

He pushed it back. "It's OK, nobody knows. This is only the second successful batch which I've synthesized."

"What does it do?"

Jack moved closer and whispered. "It's a mind-control drug."

"Fuck!" I quickly covered the vial with a napkin. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I hissed, "If the government ever finds out about this, we'll both be killed... or worse." I shuddered at the thought.

"Listen, I got this for you and Janice. OK? I know that your marriage is on the rocks. Janice seems really unhappy. Well, now here's your chance to fix it."

"But, I mean... don't you have to take lie detector tests and all that? What happens when they find out you've given me some?"

Jack showed me a second vial. "I have another dose here, for me. I'll use a tape recorder to make myself forget all about it."

"Woah. You think that'll work?"

"It'll absolutely work. Trust me."

"Listen Jack... I don't feel right about this..."

"Paul... You and Janice are my two closest friends in the world. If I lost either one of you, then I don't know what I'd do. If you won't do this for yourself, then do it for me, okay?"

"Okay... I guess."

"And be careful. This is seriously powerful shit, and the vial contains only a single dose."

I hid the vial in my breast pocket. I felt it there, radiating power.

"So, how do I use it?" I asked.

* * *

Jack was right, of course. Janice and I were not doing well. In fact, we were probably only a few months away from divorce.

What Jack didn't know was that it was my desire to wear women's underwear that had caused the rift. After 15 years of marriage I was tired of sneaking into the den with a pair of panties to jerk off. If only my wife would participate! Then life would be perfect. And since Janice is so caring and tolerant, I thought, well, it couldn't hurt to ask. Right?

Wrong.

"I can't," she stated, flat out.

"What?" I stammered, unprepared for such a harsh response. "Why not?"

"Because it's perverted and disgusting." Her demeanor brooked no discussion. "Couldn't you have left well enough alone? I was perfectly happy to pretend nothing was going on. I thought we had an arrangement: You go into the den and do... whatever you do, and I ignore it. Simple! But here you go bringing it all out into the open... damn you! Now I'll never be able to get that picture out of my head. Thank you so much!"

"But this is a big part of who I am..."

She held her hands over her ears. "Stop it!" she yelled, her eyes clenched shut. "You're just making it worse! I don't want to hear! Just leave me alone!"

... and that was that.

If I had thought it out ahead of time, I should have been able to predict her reaction. After all, her attitudes about sex and acceptable behavior had always been pretty conservative.

And so we went back to living our lives as before...

...but not quite. An evil distrust had been uncorked, and I began to realize that my confession had altered the foundations of our relationship in some fundamental way.

For example, sex became strange and forced, and much less frequent. From twice a week to once every *other* month... maybe. But worse than that, Janice no longer seemed to reach climax anymore.

And then other things began to deteriorate. Janice became more sarcastic and temperamental. We started having horrific shouting matches over the most inane subjects.

And I kept thinking, this isn't us! This is what happens to other people! I figured our marriage was on its last legs.

And deep down I knew it was all my fault. I should have kept my fucking mouth shut.

But now I had the answer in the palm of my hand. I was going to set things right.

This would be the best 40th birthday present in the history of 40th birthday presents.

Chapter 2: The Mind Control Session

"Janice?" I touched Janice lightly on the arm. It was Friday night and we were both sitting at the dinner table. I had mixed the drug into a small glass of ice tea which Janice had just drunk.

"Yes, Paul?" she asked, sleepily.

The drug was taking hold. Janice closed her eyes and leaned back against the dining room chair.

It was time to execute Step One of the plan. Jack had explained everything in great detail the night before.

"STEP ONE:" he had said. "Under the influence of the drug, people will tell the truth."

I gently put a hand on Janice's arm. "How healthy is our marriage?" I asked.

"Very bad," she said, her eyes still closed.

"Why?"

Janice sighed. "I can't stop thinking about you dressed up in women's clothing. You used to be so strong and dependable. But now you seem so weak and pathetic. I feel like I can't depend on you anymore."

"Janice, how long will our marriage last?"

"Another one or two months."

I caught my breath. "Why so short?"

"I've contacted a divorce lawyer and she's drawing up papers."

I gulped. That settled it. There was no turning back now.

"STEP TWO:" Jack had continued. "Use the drug to erase memories. If you fucked up something in the past," he said, "then use the drug to erase it!"

Jack, knowing that I could be a real jerk sometimes, had thought that

Step Two would be the most useful. Now to implement.

"Janice?" I asked, gently.

"Yes?"

"First, I want you to imagine a box. Can you imagine a box for me?"

"Yes," she tilted her head up and I could see her holding a mental picture.

"Excellent. Now, I want you to think of your memories -- the memories you hold in your head -- as physical objects floating through space, each one like a small marble. Can you do that for me?"

This took a while. "Okay," she said, finally.

"Very good. Now, remember that these memories are merely marbles floating through space. You can grasp them and manipulate them without being affected by them. Okay?"

"Okay," Janice was beginning to sway slightly. The drug had reached it's full power.

"Now Janice, I want you to locate the memory where I told you that I like to wear women's underwear. Can you find that memory?"

"Yes, here it is," Janice said, and to my astonishment, she held up her hand as if she were holding a real marble out to show to me.

"Excellent, Janice. Now, I want you to open the lid on the box, and put that memory into the box."

Janice opened an imaginary a box in the air and placed her marble into it.

"Very good! Now, Janice, I want you to find any other memory that you have of us fighting over the last six months. When you have found each memory, I want you to place it in the box."

As if in a dream, Janice reached out her hands and began plucking memories from the air, placing each one into her imaginary box. After a few minutes, she stopped.

"Are you done? Janice?"

"Yes."

"How many memories are in the box?"

"Forty three."

Holy cow! I was floored. Had we really fought that much?"

"Now Janice, this is the most important part. I want you to close the lid on the box."

"OK."

"Is the box sealed?"

"Yes"

"Now I want you to imagine a door. This is the door to the outside. OK? Now, open the door, throw the box outside and watch as the box is carried far, far away. When the box has disappeared, close the door."

I scrambled to get out of her way, as Janice actually got up from her chair, carried her imaginary box over to her imaginary door, opened the door, threw the box outside, waited for a while, and then closed the door.

"You have pushed the box outside of your mind, Janice, and now those memories are gone forever. Please come back and sit down."

As Janice sat down I saw the most amazing thing: The muscles in her face eased a bit, as if a great deal of tension had just slipped away.

"STEP THREE: You can't really change someone's personality or character."

I looked up sharply at Jack. "What? You mean, not at all?"

Jack rolled his eyes. "Now why do you want to go around doing that? Janice is perfect! Don't go changin' her."

I just looked at him.

Jack sighed. "All right. I think it can be done, but only in very small increments, over a very long period of time. Like months, maybe years. I don't know."

"But I only have one dose!"

"Right. So, you need to give her an instruction, with a key phrase, something you wouldn't say in everyday conversation... something like 'Lady Janice of Sterling'..."

I looked at Janice. Her face was so peaceful!

I looked at my watch. 15 minutes had passed. I better hurry. Jack had said that the drug would last 20 minutes at most.

"Janice?"

"Yes?"

"I have one more thing that I would like for you to do for me. Would that be alright?"

"Sure," she smiled at me. Actually smiled! My heart stopped for a second. I had forgotten how beautiful her smile could be.

But I gathered up my courage and continued anyway. It was a decision that I would live to regret.

"Janice, I would like for you to imagine a piece of paper. OK? Now, take out a pen and write this down on your piece of paper."

Janice mimed putting a piece of paper on her lap and pulling out a pen.

"Very good. Now, remember these are just words on paper and right now, they do not have anything to do with you. Okay? Okay. Now write this down."

I want Paul to be more feminine. I get horny when he is more feminine. The more feminine he is, the more dominant I become.

I watched as Janice wrote down the words on her imaginary paper. As she wrote, I could feel my penis shifting in my pants. I was becoming hard.

"Are you done? Very Good. Now I want you to fold the paper and put it in an envelope. Now turn over the envelope and write 'Lady Janice of Sterling' on it. Okay?"

Janice sat, holding her imaginary envelope before me.

"Now Janice, do you know who 'Lady Janice of Sterling' is?"

"No. Who is that?"

"Where were you born, Janice?"

"Sterling, Virginia."

"Right! So therefore, 'Lady Janice of Sterling' must be you, right?"

"I guess so," her brow wrinkled for a second, but then soon returned to normal.

"Therefore, this must be your letter, right?"

"Right."

"Exactly. So, from now on, whenever you hear 'Lady Janice of Sterling,' I want you to open the envelope and read it. And as you read the words, remember, these words come from your innermost soul. Do you understand?"

Janice paused for a long time. I looked at my watch: 21 minutes had passed. Was I too late?

After what seemed like an eternity, Janice finally answered: "Yes, I understand."

Chapter 3: Initial Results

After our session, Janice never really 'snapped out of it.' Instead she remained in a sleepy fog, and readily agreed to my suggestion that we should go to bed early. Once in bed, she quickly fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes the next morning, I saw her... wide awake and watching me.

"Hey sleepyhead," she said.

"Hi..." I responded. "How are you feeling this morning?" I asked, tentatively.

A smile lit up her face. "I feel great! It's the weirdest thing... but I feel like this huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I feel like a whole new person!"

A wave of relief washed over me. She was back to normal!

Janice snuggled up close to me and put her head on my shoulder.

"It's really strange," she continued, "I know that I've been depressed and sulky, but now I don't remember why."

"Well..." I started to say.

"Shush!" Janice a finger on my lips. "I don't want to know. My subconscious has blocked it out. I guess I've just decided to move on."

I looked at Janice with tears in my eyes. Tears of joy! "Janice, I love you!" I blurted out. My love for her flooded back into me full force, washing over me like a tidal wave.

Now Janice was crying too, "Oh honey, I love you too! I'm so sorry I've been so mean to you!"

And just then, Janice's hand stroked over my cock. Our eyes locked for just an instant... and then we began frantically pulling at each other's clothing. When she pulled down my briefs, my penis sprung forth -- rock hard. I pulled her panties down and felt between her legs -- she was already wet. She pulled me on top of her, reached down to position my penis, and then roughly pulled me deep inside.

"Oh my god, yes!" she shouted, grasping my head by the hair and pulling my mouth to hers. We kissed with true passion for the first time in months. Her tongue thrust out and intertwined with mine.

And in that next instant, months of sexual frustration were gloriously satisfied.

* * *

And so our lives returned to normal.

It was like a miracle, really. One day she was planning to divorce me, and the next day we were young lovers again.

And it was wonderful. We were lovers again!

And Janice was more ebullient and bubbly than ever. How I had missed her laugh these last 12 months!

"Is that a new suit?" I asked her one morning, as we both dressed for work.

"Yes, do you like it?" She twirled around. She was wearing an elegantly tailored short suit skirt. The jacket had a plunging neckline which showed some cleavage, and the skirt was several inches above the knee.

"I love it!" I enthused. "But since when do you wear skirts to work? I though you said that pants suits were the only appropriate business attire for women."

"Oh, I don't know," she replied. "It just came to me the other day: why am I always so uptight about what I wear? I've always liked my legs, why not show them off? What's wrong with a little office flirtation, after all?"

I gulped. "Office flirtation?" I asked, worried.

She giggled, "Oh sweetie," she said, stepping close and giving me a warm and sensuous kiss. "Nothing would ever separate us, you know that, don't you?"

"Sure," I said, knowing differently.

"And didn't you always want me to dress up more? Don't I remember you asking why I didn't wear more short skirts?"

Well, she had me there. I do remember asking her that after we first got married.

"You're right," I admitted. "And I have to say, I do love my sexy wife! Just remember to go easy on the flirting, OK?"

She pouted, "Well, OK. But only because I love you so much."

And with a parting kiss, she left for work -- her high heels clicking on the hardwood floors as she left.

It wasn't until much later that I realized that something else was new.

She was wearing high heels!

* * *

And so, life was great. My wife was dressing up more, sex was great, and we were totally in love.

My friend Jack noticed the difference and complimented me. "Looks like you and Janice have really straightened things out and got it right!" he said. "I'm so happy for you!"

But in fact, Jack didn't look that happy. In fact, he seemed rather lonely and wistful. I made a point to include him more when Janice and I went out to dinner, and suggested to Janice that she might join him for lunch every now and then (their offices are just a few minutes apart).

And so, life was perfect.

But sitting there, in the back of my mind, was this thought -- burning into my brain: 'Lady Janice of Sterling.'

It kept going through my head, over and over, 'Lady Janice of Sterling,' 'Lady Janice of Sterling,' 'Lady Janice of Sterling...'

If the drugs had worked as advertised, then all I would need to do is utter 'Lady Janice of Sterling' and Janice would begin to realize my lifelong fantasy: wearing women's underwear for my dominant love partner.

'Lady Janice of Sterling' . . .

I just knew I shouldn't do it. Our life was perfect just the way it was.

'Lady Janice of Sterling' . . .

But there it was. A magic incantation, just waiting for me to use it.

Dare I uncork the bottle?

Chapter 4: 'Lady Janice of Sterling'

"Lady Janice of Sterling" I said.

Janice froze, her eyes wide open. It was Saturday morning. We had just finished our breakfast and were reading the paper together.

After a second, Janice recited her mantra:

I want Paul to be more feminine. I get horny when he is more feminine. The more feminine he is, the more dominant I become.

My god, I thought to myself, it worked! Janice paused for a second and closed her eyes.

"Janice?" I asked, gently.

"Paul!" she said, suddenly opening her eyes. "Sorry, I must have zoned out..." She shook her head to clear it. "So! Are you ready to head out?"

"Out?"

"Don't you remember? You promised me that we'd go shopping today."

"Oh..." I mumbled, "I forgot."

Damn it! I was hoping to spend the day at home!

* * *

Our first stop was to Janice's beauty salon, where she had to purchase some more product.

"Hi Susan!" Janice called out to her beautician.

Susan got up from behind the desk and came to give Janice a hug. "Hi Janice, what's up?"

"Oh, I need some more shampoo and conditioner, and..." Janice stopped for a second, thinking. Then she turned to me, put a hand on my cheek and gently stroked my ear.

"Paul?" she asked.

"Yes, Janice?"

"Have you ever thought about getting an earring? I think it would look good on you."

I stepped away. "No!" I said, sharply, stepping backwards. "I really can't. I sometimes work with customers in my job, and I just don't think it's very professional."

"I see businessmen with earrings all the time," Susan piped up.

I glared at her to shut up.

"And my boss, you know Ed? He wears an earring," Janice pointed out.

That's true, I thought. And her boss, 6'3" (190 cm), was certainly no sissy.

Janice stepped close to me, put her hand behind my head and placed her lips next to my ear.

"Paul," she whispered, "I want you to do this for me." Her hot breath caused me to shiver. She gently nibbled on my earlobe, and then continued, "and I promise that you won't regret it."

My breath caught in my throat. I was pretty certain that this was the result of the mind-control command.

I felt myself being led over to the beauty chair, and then gently, but firmly, pushed into it. "But I really don't want an earring," I whined. Susan swabbed my ear with some rubbing alcohol.

"Here?" Susan inquired, as she dotted my earlobe with a pen.

"Looks good!" Janice said, with a big smile. She closed her eyes for a second and squeezed her legs together. She was getting aroused by this!

Just then, I began to realize the full power of the mind control drug.

"Thwack!" Susan pulled the trigger and drove the earring into my earlobe.

"Oww!" And I now had an 18ct gold stud in my ear.

* * * *

After that, Janice was uncontrollable. She pulled me directly to her favorite jewelry store.

"I know you can't wear them for while, until your ear heals, but... I just can't contain myself!" She giggled, excitedly.

She bought me a diamond stud, a ruby stud, a teddy bear, and a little pink heart.

"A heart?" I asked. "Now you've gone too far. That's just too girly."

"You think?" she held the heart up to my ear lobe. "Well, it _would_ look better with hearts in *both* ears, of course...."

I stepped away. "Stop! I refuse! I'll never get my other ear pierced."

"Silly!" she batted my arm playfully. "I was just kidding. But look, they come in pairs, so I'll have to buy two anyway. That way, should you ever get the other one pierced, we'll have it handy."

"No...." I groaned.

Janice just giggled. She gave me a light kiss and then went to pay for her new purchases.

And then to the department store.

"What's your waist size? 36, right?" She asked as she walked up to the men's underwear display. "You've been needing new underwear, so I thought we might as well stock up."

Colored briefs: maroon, light blue, grey, black. Hip-hugging micro briefs. String bikinis! All men's underwear, but a lot more daring than I had ever worn before.

"That should do it!" She smiled as the salesclerk rang up my new purchases. "And now," she added, sotto voce "we have to go right home... because I have to fuck you, right now!"

* * * *

As soon as we got home, Janice fetched a garbage bag, and went to my closet. She pulled open a drawer, removed all my old underwear, and threw it away.

"Hold on there!" I cried out, unsuccessfully trying to stop her. "What are you doing?"

Janice gave me a cute, devilish little smile. "Why sweetie," she said, "we just bought you all new underwear, right? So, now we can throw away all these old boring white briefs."

"But..." I stammered. "I didn't agree to this..."

"Why did you think we were buying new underwear?" Janice refilled the underwear drawer with the new briefs from the department store.

"ah... to wear for special occasions?"

"Nonsense," Janice plucked a new pair of bikini-style briefs from the underwear drawer and handed it to me. "Try it on," she demanded.

I held up the briefs. It was made of a slick nylon/lycra blend, and was cut so high on the hips that it would just barely cover my crotch and ass cheeks. If Janice had her way, I would be wearing nothing but these, all day and all night.

"I can't wear this, at least not during the day."

"Why not?" She asked.

"Because... ah... they're just not comfortable. I'd be constantly trying to adjust them."

She brushed away my concerns. "Pfft. You'd get used to them."

"But what about cotton...?"

"Oh," she looked at me with such a look... a look of burning desire, "these are so much sexier. Don't you agree? Listen... why don't you just try them on?"

"Well, ok," it was clear that I wasn't going to get any further with her without at least making an effort.

First, though, I had to undress. As I pulled off my old briefs I wondered: Was this the last time I would ever wear a pair of plain, white, cotton briefs? I had been wearing them my whole life.

I mean, sure, I wanted to wear sexy panties for Janice... but I had always thought this would be at home, in private, just between us.

But here she was making permanent changes! I never wanted that!

Janice reached over and took away my old white briefs and put them into the garbage bag. With a coy grin, she handed me my first pair of new underwear -- bright red and cut so short and tight as to leave nothing to the imagination.

I stepped into the briefs and pulled them on. They intimately cupped my balls and ass. The seams caressed sexily over my hips.

I took a few steps and almost immediately the bikini began to slide up into my crack. "I don't know..." I said.

"Come here," Janice beckoned me closer. She reached down and with a single fingertip began to lightly stroke my penis through the smooth nylon of the briefs.

"See how comfortable they can be?" she looked into my eyes. She changed her stroking to use her fingernail, which traced delicious circles over my balls and shaft.

"Oh..." I moaned, my penis becoming fully hard. The light touch of her nail was electric.

"And here," she reached around me with her other hand, "they are also nice and comfortable back here, too." This time she ran a finger lightly up my ass crack, up the crevice made by the nylon as it nestled between my buns.

After another second she stopped stroking and put her hands around my head for a long, deep kiss. "So what do you think of your new underwear now?" she asked, teasingly, rubbing her body against me. "The new sexy underwear which your wife bought you?"

"I love them!" I gasped, quite turned on now.

She held me at arms length for a second, "and you'll wear them?"

"Uh...." I hesitated, looking longingly at the garbage bag on the floor, now bulging with my old underwear.

"Please?" she asked, gently.

How could I refuse? I gave her another kiss. "Of course I will."

"And you'll think of me whenever you put them on?"

"Ohhhh yes!" I pulled her in for a longer kiss, rubbing my hard penis through the nylon briefs against her thigh.

"Promise?"

I looked into her eyes, my heart thumping. "Yes, I promise."

"Well, I guess you get a reward then!"

Janice pushed me up against the wall, and proceeded to stroke and caresses my cock with her hands, through the tight nylon briefs. I could do nothing but lay against the wall, my entire being fixated on the delicate stroking motions of her hand and fingernails.

And, playing my body like a marionette, she brought me to orgasm, as I stood there pinned to the wall, just like that.

She continued to stroke me for a couple of minutes as the dark wet spot spread out over the front of my new undies.

"What can I do for you?" I asked, huskily.

With a smile, Janice removed her panties, walked over to a chair, sat down, and pointed to her pussy.

"Lick," she commanded.

My heart thumped. Janice had never, *never*, been so blunt.

Smiling, I knelt before her and did as I was told.

* * * *

The next day we had sex three times. I am not kidding: three times! We had never had sex that many times in a single day.

What was more incredible was how it happened. Janice simply walked up to me, unbuckled my pants and reached in to stroke my penis and buns encased in my new nylon briefs. As she did, she closed her eyes and kind of squeezed her legs together. The new briefs were turning her on!

It was clear now that the mental command had had a profound affect on Janice.

Now the question was: Dare I use it again?

Chapter 5: More Earrings and Briefs

"So, life begins at forty, huh?" Jack asked.

"What's that?" I looked up from my sandwich.

"I said, life begins at forty. Look at you! You seem happier than I've seen you for months."

"You're right," I grinned. "Things with Janice are going fantastically."

"Well, good," he said. "Janice deserves to be happy."

* * *

Jack was right. Things were fantastic. And best of all was the sex. Janice and I were having sex nearly every day! She was so horny, and her new, more demanding approach was great. She swears that she had always wanted to have sex more often. The difference now is that she no longer waits for me to initiate it.

I thought that the earring would be a problem at work, but I had nothing to worry about.

"New earring?" my boss, Rachael, remarked one day.

I looked up from my computer, "Yes, I hope it's OK... I mean, I know I work with customers sometimes..."

Rachael brushed away my concerns, "Shush. I don't have a problem with it, I've seen CEO's wear them all the time."

Rachael reached over and gently held my earlobe, inspecting the earring. She grinned.

"Besides, it makes you look so pretty!" She laughed.

As she walked away, I sat silently in my chair, blushing furiously.

* * *

"It's been four weeks," Janice said, "I think you should start wearing your other earrings."

"But... but..." I stammered, "I've gotten used to this one," I fingered my gold stud, reluctantly.

"Nonsense! Why do you think I wanted you to get your ears pierced? So I could have fun accessorizing you, of course!"

Janice handed me an earring, "Now, take off your gold stud and give it to me."

I took out the gold stud and put it into Janice's outstretched hand.

"And try this on," Janice handed me a new earring. It was a diamond solitaire.

"I can't," I protested. "This is too... I don't know. Too feminine for work..."

"It's either this, or the little pink heart. Either one is fine by me. You choose." Janice crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for my response.

I looked at her, shocked. She was forcing me to wear a diamond earring. Who gave her the right!?

I looked at the earring in my hand. It glinted as it caught the morning sunlight.

"What's it going to be?" Janice demanded.

With a sigh, I submitted. I slipped the earring into my lobe and fastened it. My god, how it sparkled in my ear! I could see it reflecting in the window from across the room. It called attention to my ear in a way that the simple gold stud never did.

I went to work, profoundly self conscious.

But, as it turns out, nobody noticed. Or, if they did notice, they never mentioned it.

And so, gradually, I began to relax about the whole earring business. Each morning, Janice would choose an earring for me to wear for the day. And each morning I would accept her choice without comment and put it on.

And on valentines day, guess what? I wore the pink heart to work.

* * *

And then there were the briefs. I'd be sitting down at my desk at work and they would work themselves up into my ass and I would clench my ass cheeks feeling them nestled in there.

And every time I did, I thought of Janice. It was delicious, and knowing that I was wearing them at her request made it a thousand times more special.

"Why are you always wearing the grey ones?" she asked one morning, as wewere getting ready for work.

"What do you mean?"

"You never wear the black, or the red, or any of the other colors."

"Ummm... I don't know. I guess I just think that the grey ones look more like how underwear should look."

Janice opened up my underwear drawer, "Looks like I'll have to start choosing your underwear!" she said.

After rummaging through the drawer, she found what she wanted. "I think that some shock therapy is required," she announced.

Janice held up a pair of blindingly bright, neon-pink, high-cut briefs. "Suddenly the red briefs don't seem so bad, do they?" she giggled.

"I can't wear those," I blushed.

"Well, I think I just bought you a pair of leopard print..." she went back to riffling through my underwear drawer.

"Okay, okay!" I took the pink briefs from her and put them on. I swear, they looked ridiculous. But at least no one at work would be able to see them.

And after that, every morning, Janice would choose my underwear as well as my earrings. She admitted that she loved to do this, and that she would spend the rest of the day imagining me in the briefs she had chosen. That would explain why she was always horny after work.

* * *

Everything was going great. And yet, she had not asked me to wear women's underwear. It was always my dream to wear panties and bras as I snuggled with my wife before making love.

But now, two months after I used the mind-control command, our lives had settled into a pattern of briefs, earrings, and great sex.

The command had worked perfectly. Most men would be ecstatic.

But still, I wanted more.

But should I do it? Could I handle the changes? Would she make demands of me that I couldn't handle?

Demands that might jeopardize my job?

Chapter 6: Lady Janice of Sterling - Again

This time I decided to wait until we were getting ready for bed. I figured that Janice might then be able to act on the suggestions right away (I hoped!).

"Janice?"

"Yes, Paul?"

"Lady Janice?"

She grinned. "Ooh, I like that. I may have to ask you to start calling me that all the time!"

I punched her playfully in the arm and then tried again.

"Lady Janice of Sterling?"

Janice froze, and then after a second began her recitation:

I want Paul to be more feminine. I get horny when he is more feminine. The more feminine he is, the more dominant I become.

Janice remained motionless, her eyes closed.

"Janice?" I asked tentatively.

She shook her head. "Wow, I must be more tired than I thought. I was totally zoned. I better get some sleep."

And with that, Janice snuggled under the covers and turned out the light.

In the dark I just sat there, staring at her. 'Fuck! What just happened?' I wondered, 'did it work, or didn't it?'

* * *

Two days later and nothing had changed. I was beginning to think that the drug had worn off, or that Janice's mind was no longer responding to the subliminal commands.

With a sigh, I opened up my dresser drawer.

"Honey?" I called out. "I'm out of underwear."

"I'm sorry," she said. "I haven't had time to do laundry."

"What do you mean? You did laundry just yesterday."

"That was ordinary laundry," she pointed out. "I have to do your underwear in a special load - with cold water, or it will harm the fabric."

"But then... what do I wear to work today?"

"Here," she held out a pair of nylon and lace panties. The fabric was a shimmery burgundy color. "Wear mine. Just until I have time to wash yours."

I caught my breath. Maybe the mind control command *had* worked!

"No," I demurred, "I don't think I could wear that to work."

"Why not?"

"Well, the lace would itch... and it just wouldn't feel right, I don't think. Maybe I could just wear a dirty pair of my own briefs?"

"Ewww, no! Just wear this. Don't be such a sissy."

"I don't know..." I whined.

"Listen!" she said sharply. "I don't want to have to punish you."

"Punish me?"

"Right, just do as you're told and put this on."

I stood there for a second, breathing heavily, my penis growing hard. The mind control command had _definitely_ worked. Janice had never been this demanding before.

"Alright," I finally gave in and accepted the panties from Janice, "but just this once." As I slid them on, I felt the lace and nylon send electric tingles up my spine.

Janice stepped forward and stroked a finger down the length of my hardening penis. "Looks like you're enjoying this," she observed.

"Well... they are kinda sexy," I admitted.

"Oh I totally agree," Janice said, stepping closer and slipping a finger into the waistband of the panties. "Just think of what you're wearing, and think of how the crotch of these panties were just recently cupping my own pussy, and how they were once nestled between my own ass cheeks."

Her descriptions made my cock grow fully erect. I could feel my heart thumping.

"If it were any other man," Janice said, "I... well I don't think I'd like it. But somehow, with you it's incredibly sexy, and... and I'm sooo horny." She closed her eyes for a second, feelings of pleasure obviously flowing through her.

"Lets..." I nodded towards the bed.

"I can't!" she pouted and stomped her foot. "I have an early staff meeting... But after we get home from work?"

"Oh, absolutely," I replied, huskily. "I'll be thinking of you all day long, as I feel them caressing me."

"Hmmmmm... yes," Janice purred, gently outlining the lace along the waistband. "And I'll be thinking of you all day, too. Walking around in those very feminine, lacy panties..." She gave me a smoldering kiss. "I can't wait until tonight!"

* * * *

That night after work was special -- both Janice and I were intensely turned on by my new underwear. "It must be so sexy to have women's underwear wrapped around your most private areas all day," she whispered in my ear.

"I couldn't stop thinking about it," I replied, truthfully.

"Neither could I," she said as she ran a fingertip over my rock hard penis, and then slipped it into the lacy waistband. A second finger snaked it's way down between my buns.

After a little more teasing and kissing, Janice led me to the bed and pushed me backwards on to it.

"What's this?" I asked, as I lay down, naked except for the lacy panties -- my hard penis clearly outlined in the shiny nylon fabric.

"Hold still," she instructed, "be patient." And then she stripped off her work clothes, one by one, and draped each item across my body.

First, she took off her skirt, a short wool skirt, and draped it over my legs. Next it was her blouse -- a beautiful cream colored silk blouse -- which she draped over my stomach. Her nylon half slip came off and was tossed onto my waist (hiding my new panties).

Cris-crossing her hands, she pulled her nylon camisole over her head. After first rubbing it sensuously over my face, she then placed it around my neck. Finally, her bra came off, which she draped across my chest.

She was now naked except for her panties. She sat on the bed next to me, placed a hand on my penis, and began stroking it. She massaged it through three layers of nylon - her hand moving over my cock with little resistance as the layers of nylon rubbed smoothly against each other.

"I'm so wet," Janice moaned, placing two fingers into her vagina, pressing the panties deeper into her wet sex, and moving them back and forth, massaging her clitoris through the panty crotch.

"Ohmmm," I moaned. Her hand became more and more aggressive as it massaged my penis, first grasping my balls through the slip and panties and then manhandling the shaft.

"Oh no!" Janice cried out. I looked over saw her eyes clenched shut, her legs clamped together on her hand which was quivering frantically between her legs.

She had climaxed!

"Oh my gosh..." she lay down on top of me, still squirming as the orgasm coursed through her body. Her fingers continued to rub her panty crotch (now soaked through) into her vagina. "That was wonderful. Oh, I'm so sorry!" She looked down at my hard penis.

I had been so absorbed, watching her climax, that I hadn't notice she had stopped stroking my penis.

"I'm sorry I stopped. Now.... hmmm... how can I make it up to you?" She mused to herself for a second. "I know!"

She stood up and slipped her (now soaking wet) panties off. Folding them over, she used them to stroke my face, as her other hand went back to stroking my hard penis. Her panties were cotton with a dainty lace trim. The thought of her underwear -- which had just moments ago been thrust deep into her pussy -- rubbing all over my face caused me to moan in pleasure.

Mistaking my moan, she placed her panties directly over my face. "Do you like how they smell?" she whispered, pressing the wet crotch directly over my nose. Her other hand started stroking harder with longer strokes up and down my penis.

"I bet you do," she whispered, "you love the smell of my wet pussy, don't you? You love to smell me and lick me, and taste me..."

"Yes..." I gasped.

"Yes what?" She teased.

"Yes! Yes, I love to smell you, taste you, and lick you!"

I couldn't stand it any longer. I came. Hard. My sperm soaked the panties and oozed out through the nylon.

Chapter 7: Panties Forever

The next day, Janice still hadn't laundered my underwear.

"I guess you'll just have to wear a pair of my panties again," she said, brightly, handing me a white pair with at least an inch (2.5 cm) of lace around the hem.

"I really don't like wearing these to work," I said.

"Tsk," she brushed away my concerns, "who's going to know?"

"But..."

"Now be a good boy and put these on," she commanded.

Where will this end? I wondered to myself, as I slipped the panties on -- the lace gently teasing and tickling my leg.

The third day, Janice handed me a pair of bright pink panties.

"That's it! I refuse," this time I was going to put my foot down. "Wearing them at home is fine, whatever. But I can not wear that to work. What if someone sees them when I lean over or something?"

Janice just rolled her eyes, "that's ridiculous. You just worry for nothing. Besides which, I think you like wearing them."

"I do it for you," I mumbled, unconvincingly.

"Oh yeah? Well then, how about a wager? You put on these ultra feminine, bright girly-girl pink nylon and lace panties, and if you don't get hard after 10 minutes, then I'll wash your old underwear tonight and you can switch back."

"Deal." At the time, I actually felt I could control myself. Unfortunately, I didn't count on Janice playing dirty.

"Excellent," she said. "Now first, we just take these and rub them all over your face," Janice folded the panties in half and stroked them over my lips and cheeks. When she held them over my nose I could smell her body smells - talcum powder, perfume... wonderful, feminine smells.

Damn it! My cock was already starting to swell a little. Fuck! Stop that!

"And now," she continued, "we just continue on down." Janice lightly stroked the panties across my neck, down my naked chest - lightly teasing my nipples on the way. "And finally, down here," she wrapped the panties around my now semi-hard penis, squeezing it through the silky nylon and lace.

"No fair!" I stepped back, afraid that I was already loosing the bet. And I hadn't even put them on yet! "That's no fair. I never agreed that you could touch me like that."

"Fine. Not that it matters. Here, put them on," Janice handed me the offending undergarment.

Again, as I slipped the panties on, I felt the delicious thrill of putting on women's underwear - and at my wife's command! It was hopeless, really. By the time the panties were snugly in place, I was already hard.

"I win!" She shouted.

"Wait! You said I would have 10 minutes," I demanded.

"Alright," she said, "but if I'm going to give you 10 minutes to lose your erection, I want something in return."

"Like what?"

"How about this: If you lose, you will swear, on our family bible, that you will wear any and all underwear that I pick out for you, without complaint, every single day for the rest of your life."

I gulped. Any underwear? Forever? My heart thumped hard in my chest. Would I do it? Could I control myself?

Where would this lead? What was I committing myself to?

My mind was a fog.

"Come on, come on..." Janice said, testily. "Do you agree?"

I looked in my heart an knew, ultimately, that this is what I wanted. What I had been waiting for. So, after another hesitation, I took a big breath I stepped into the abyss.

"I agree."

Janice looked at her watch. "OK, go!"

Quickly, I reached down and started squeezing and massaging my penis. Sometimes, when I'm excited, I can massage my member - roughly - and get 'over the hump,' without actually ejaculating. Once I've done this, it settles down and becomes limp again.

"No fair!" Janice yelled. "I won't allow that!"

With lighting-fast reflexes, Janice quickly grabbed my wrists and pulled them together behind my back. Her hands felt like iron as they gripped my wrists. I tried to struggle to get free, but she just twisted them higher, forcing me to my knees.

I struggled some more, trying to get my legs up and to force her off, but she just stood over me, grasping my wrists as hard as she could, and keeping me down on my knees before her. I had never known she could be so strong!

And fuck! I was still hard!

In desperation I tried to think of something else - anything else! Cold showers! International politics! Baseball! Anything!

"Two more minutes, how're you doing?" Janice whispered into my ear, her hair cascading down over me. "I can't wait until I win," she gently licked my ear, "just thinking of all the pretty things I can make you wear -- it just makes me sooo hot!"

"NOOOO!" I shouted, trying to break free. I was able to get one arm free, but before I could use it to gain any leverage, Janice snatched it up again and pulled it behind me.

I was harder than ever! Her domination of me was turning me on!

"Thirty seconds left," she said, teasingly. "Hope you're almost soft, sweetie, or else it's lady's underwear forever!"

I struggled one more time, but quickly gave up. Defeated. My penis was as hard as iron. I doubted it would go down for hours.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two..."

"Ohhhhh nooooo...." I moaned.

"one!" Janice released my hands and reached down to grasp my penis.

"I win!" she cried, triumphantly.

"Fuck..." I muttered.

"Later. After all, we have to go to work! But first..."

"Yes?"

"It's time to pay off your bet. Time for you to swear!"

"Alright! I swear..."

"Wait!" Janice ran off and came back after a second with our family bible. It had been a wedding present from my parents. "Put your right hand on the bible, and raise your left."

I did as instructed.

"Now, repeat after me... I... and state your name."

"I, Paul Johnson..." I looked into her eyes which twinkled back at me. She was enjoying this!

"...do solemnly swear..." she said, regally.

"...do solemnly swear..."

"...to wear, without complaint, any and all underwear that Lady Janice asks me to wear..."

I gulped. Here goes. "... to wear, without complaint, any and all underwear that Lady Janice asks me to wear..."

"... no matter how strange, uncomfortable, pretty, or girly it may be..."

I hesitated. I had never agreed to all this! But I was defeated, there was really nothing to do but give in to her completely.

"... no matter how strange, uncomfortable, pretty, or girly it may be..."

"... for the rest of my life until death..." Janice's eyes glittered.

"... for the rest of my life until death..." I sighed, heavily, thinking that it was finally over: my fate was sealed.

But Janice wasn't done yet!

"...no matter what changes may come..."

I looked at her suspiciously, but continued anyway, "... no matter what changes may come..."

"... including separation, divorce, or remarriage..."

"Hold on a second!" I shouted. "You mean, if we get divorced and I remarry, I still have to call you and ask you what underwear I am allowed to wear??"

Her grin was pure evil. "That's right," she said, wickedly. "Just a little insurance, to make sure you think twice about running away from me."

I thought for a second. I loved Janice above anyone else in the world. But would I let her control my life in this way -- forever?

But the mood was so intense, and my feelings were so overflowing, that I knew I just had to go all the way.

"... including separation, divorce, or remarriage..." I said, visions of me having to explain to future wives why it was I was still wearing women's underwear at the request of my ex-wife swam before me.

"... and I further agree..."

I gulped. What else could she possibly want??

"... and I further agree..."

"... that Janice may transfer her rights over me to any other person she chooses at any time and for any reason whatsoever."

"Now wait just a minute!" I exclaimed. "Are you saying that you might decide to have someone else choose my underwear?"

"Yes! Swear it!"

"But why would you do that??"

Janice paused for a second. "What if I'm away on a business trip and I'm not here to choose your underwear? What if I die?"

"What do you mean by that? 'what if I die?' "

"What I mean is this: I want to be able to specify in my will for someone else to control what underwear you wear."

"Oh, Janice..."

"You promised!"

"I never promised this! You, telling someone else that I'm wearing women's underwear, and giving them control over what I wear? I never promised that!"

"You agreed! You agreed to *every single day*! Isn't that right? You agreed to *until I die*! Didn't you? Well??"

"Yes," I admitted, "I did. But I didn't think that meant..."

"Well it does. Ignorance is no excuse. The time for questions is over. I want you to swear it. Swear!"

"Alright..."

Janice prompted me, "... I swear that Janice may transfer her rights over me to any other person she chooses at any time and for any reason whatsoever."

After a few deep-deep breaths, I swore it.

"... I swear that Janice may transfer her rights over me to any other person she chooses, at any time and for any reason whatsoever."

"Yes!" Janice leapt into the air, she was so excited. "Now come here!" she reached out, grabbed my ear, and marched me over to an armchair. With a single smooth motion she hiked up her skirt and pulled off her panties. "I'll need to change these anyway, I'm so hot!"

Flopping down into the chair, she spread her legs and pointed to her pussy.

"Now lick!" she commanded.

And without hesitation, I knelt between her legs, parted her pussy lips with my fingers, and licked her to a quick orgasm.

And as she was screaming in orgasm, clutching my head to her crotch, I reached down, stroked my penis through the new, neon pink panties -- now mine... forever! -- and blissfully had an orgasm myself.

Chapter 8: The Punishment Thong

Janice had been buying and choosing my underwear for just a couple of weeks and already I had a drawer chock full of frilly, feminine, lacy panties.

There were all kinds. Panties with lace panels in front, rumba panties with row upon row of lace draped across my buns, a lacy G-string, a thong with an elastic string that ran up between my ass cheeks, a high- cut thong with 'Sexy!' written across the crotch (in rhinestones!), sheer panties with polka-dot embroidery, Chantilly lace bloomers, roomy tap pants, and on and on.

It was heavenly. Every morning, while I was in the shower, Janice would choose my underwear and lay it out on the bed for me to wear. Every morning, my heart would thump with anticipation, waiting to see what she had picked out that day.

My only complaint was about wearing them to work. Sometimes, the lace was damn uncomfortable! And one day Janice gave me crotchless panties to wear. Crotchless! This meant that my penis kept slipping out of my underwear all day long, where it would rub, uncomfortably, against the fabric of my pants. You have no idea what torture is until you spend a day with your penis hanging out of your underwear, being assaulted on all sides by lace.

And don't get me started on the thongs. Ugh. Sitting all day at work with a strip of fabric, really no more than a thick string, sliding up my butt crack... You can't imagine how distracting it is. At first I thought, 'well, I'll get used to it.' But no. No matter how often or how long Janice might make me wear a thong, it was always there. Sliding over my sphincter, working it's way tight into my ass -- a constant reminder of her control over my underwear.

After the third day of wearing thongs to work, I complained.

"You swore," Janice said, simply.

"I know... but do I have to wear thongs every day? They are so uncomfortable!"

Janice arched her eyes at me. "Did you or did you not make a solemn oath?"

"I did," I mumbled.

"And did that oath mention anything about 'unless I don't feel like it', or 'unless it's too uncomfortable' ?"

"No, it didn't..."

"In fact, if I remember correctly, it specifically said: 'no matter how uncomfortable', and 'without complaint,' didn't it?"

"Yes..."

"Say it!" she demanded.

"Say what?"

" 'No matter how uncomfortable,' and 'without complaint.' "

I sighed. " 'No matter how uncomfortable,' and 'without complaint,' " I repeated.

"That's right. Now as punishment for breaking your oath, I'm going to make you wear the thong -- every day for the next two weeks!"

I gasped. Fourteen days wearing that tight, gripping, invasive thong? My ass crack would be rubbed raw!

"Hmmmm...." Janice, thought for a second, "but that still doesn't seem like enough punishment."

"Are you kidding?" I gasped.

"Is that complaining I hear?"

"No, no!" I said, quickly. "I'm sorry! Of course I'll wear whatever you tell me to wear."

"That's right you will," Janice said with finality. "But still, I think I need to come up with something else. Some other, more suitable and more... how shall we say... more persuasive?"

I shivered at the thought of what that might be.

* * *

As it turned out, I didn't have to wait long. In fact, Janice made a surprise visit to my office that afternoon.

"Hi Paul," she said, as she strode through the door. She was carrying a plain brown shopping bag.

"Janice! What a nice surprise!" I came out from behind my desk and gave her a hug. "I'm glad you're here. I'm sorry about my reluctance this morning. I promise that it won't every happen again."

Janice smiled at me. "I accept your apology, and... if you're interested... well... Would you like to reduce the duration of your punishment?"

Blushing, I quickly closed the door to my office. "You bet I would. What do I need to do?"

"I have a special thong that is a little more... um... restrictive, for you to wear. If you wear it, I'll cut down your punishment to a single week, instead of two."

I hesitated for a second. More restrictive? "You mean, tighter?" I asked.

"Well, um... yes. That's right. Tighter." She smiled.

I could tell that something was up.

"Tighter, how?"

"No, no. That's all the information you get. So, what will it be? Just think, a week from now and you could be back to wearing normal panties."

I thought for a second, but decided quickly.

"OK, I'll do it." After all, how bad could it be?

"Oh, and no sex, either."

My eyes went wide. We had been having sex so frequently. A week without? Could I bear it?

But in the end, I knew I had to make it up to her for complaining this morning and breaking my oath. So I was glad to do it. And only a week of tight thongs? It didn't sound that bad.

"OK," I agreed.

"Great! First, take your pants and panties off."

"Here?? In the office? But..." I stammered, "my office door has no lock! What if someone comes in?"

Janice smiled innocently. "Don't worry, I'll be here to explain everything," she said. "I'll tell them how you broke an oath this morning and that now I'm here to punish you."

I groaned. She wasn't serious, was she? I hesitated, but finally kicked my shoes off and took off my pants was blushing! I handed my pants to Janice who put them aside. When I took my panties off, she put them into her purse.

Except for socks, I was now naked from the waist down.

Janice spilled the contents of her shopping bag onto my desk.

"Seven pairs of thongs," she announced. Seven, tiny, shiny spandex thongs. They were all bright-bright neon colors: neon pink, neon green, neon blue, neon yellow, etc.

"Uh... they look tight..." I winced.

"Yes, they are two sizes smaller than what you normally wear. Won't that rub nicely over your ass crack?" Janice giggled. "But wait! You have to see my special addition!"

Gleefully, Janice turned the thong inside out to show me. Sewn into the crotch was a small pouch with a drawstring.

"Isn't this great?" she giggled. "The lady at the fabric store was so helpful once I explained what I needed." (This thought made me blush even more.) "See here? We put your equipment into this pouch, and then tie off the drawstring! Oh, darling, I think you may regret accepting this new punishment!"

"Oh my god," I muttered. "I can't!"

"What was that?" Janice asked, archly. "Are you _complaining_ again? Do I need to add another week on to your punishment??"

For about 30 seconds I just froze, staring at her. What was I going to do?

But finally I came to my senses. "NO!" I said. "Please no! No more days, please!"

Janice softened a bit, and reached over to stroke my face with the thong. "Oh honey," she said, "I know this is a lot to ask. But, all in all, I do believe it is a proper and just punishment. Oh, and take a look a this, see what I've written here?"

Janice showed me the front of the thong, where, written in permanent black ink, was:

* Paul's Punishment Thong *

Like a big sign across the top of my crotch. I blushed furiously, thinking how could I possibly explain this to anyone who saw it?

But even worse, Janice had written something else below:

* I promise to wear this thong, as instructed, DAY AND NIGHT. *

"Now I want you to sign it, right here," Janice pointed to just below the word NIGHT. "Since you conveniently forgot your oath before, I thought that I should make sure you had a copy of your punishment oath right where you would need it the most!"

Janice pulled out a permanent ink, black, felt-tip pen and handed it to me.

"Sign it?" I tremulously asked, taking the pen from her. Was she for real? Was this really my wife?

"Yes!" she demanded. "Sign it! I have seven pairs here, one for each day of your punishment. I want you to sign each and every one of them."

With a shaking hand, I leaned over the desk, carefully positioned the thong, and signed it:

Paul Johnson

"That's right," Janice encouraged me. "Sign each and every copy of your punishment oath."

After signing all seven pairs, Janice handed me my first punishment thong. "The instructions are simple, really. First, put this on, as normal."

I stepped into the thong and pulled it up my legs. It was so tight! At least two inches of my butt crack was showing above the thong, and in front it came to just above my penis.

But there was a problem. My penis was fully, and painfully hard. The thong covered, really, just my balls. Nearly all of the penis stuck out of the top.

"Oh, this won't do at all," Janice said. "You wait right here while I get some ice. Don't move a muscle! Three days more punishment if I discover you've moved when I get back."

And with that, Janice darted out of the office.

But she didn't latch the door shut! It slipped open just an inch.

Someone walking by might see! Someone might barge right in with a problem! And here I am, wearing a thong which says "Paul's Punishment Thong" AND IT HAS MY SIGNATURE ON IT.

My heart palpitated. I think I even had a small panic attack.

Five minutes later. WHERE IS SHE?

Ten minutes later. WHERE IS SHE? I'm shaking, I'm literally shaking.

And I was just about to say 'screw the additional punishment' and move to close the door, when Janice finally stepped back into the office.

"I just stopped to chat with the receptionist," she giggled.

I was so frantic and shaking, that I actually had tears running down my face. "Oh, Janice!" I sobbed.

Seeing this, Janice's voice softened up a bit. "Oh honey," she said, gently, "Shush... it's OK. I was watching the door to your office the whole time. Really... you were never in any real danger of being discovered. I even asked the receptionist to get me the ice so the door never left my sight. Now shush..."

Janice pulled me into a hug as I cried with relief.

My mind was a tornado of feelings. How could she have been so mean? I thought. And why did I just stand and take it? Was I really such a wimp? Did I really want her to dominate me like this? What was I becoming?

Finally, I settled down and wiped my eyes.

"Hmmm... That's curious," she said. "All that crying and whimpering, and yet you haven't lost your erection one bit!"

I looked down. Damn! she was right.

"OK, time for the ice," Janice put a handful of ice in a paper towel and placed it right on my hard member.

"Fuck! Cold!" I hissed, sucking my breath in.

Janice squeezed and massaged her hand, causing the ice to roll over my penis.

I pounded the top of the desk, trying to take it. So fucking cold!

Finally, my erection went soft.

"Now, let's just stuff your equipment into the pouch..." Janice opened up the pouch in the crotch of the thong, and gently stuffed my penis -- now wet and cold from the ice -- into it. "And now we tie the drawstring tight," the drawstring was actually a pink velvet ribbon, "and tie it off first with a square knot like this."

Janice picked up the black felt tip pen from the desk. "Now this is nice and tight, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes..." I gasped. The drawstring was like a vice-grip around the base of my penis.

"So, we'll just mark it like this," Janice placed small black lines on the free ends of the draw strings, just where they emerged from the knot. "This shows exactly how tight it must be, see? Now, I intend to check your knot as often as possible, and if I ever find that it is too loose, then I'll add two more days on to your punishment. Agreed?"

How could I stand this? I wondered. The drawstring was so tight -- there was no way that the pouch was going to be going anywhere.

"I agree," I said, just wanting to get this all over with.

"And now a nice, pretty bow," Janice tied a big, floppy bow with the free ends of the drawstring, "and we tuck this all inside the crotch of the thong," she pulled the thong up over the silk pouch, "and we're done!"

It was a tight fit. First, the pouch clutched my genitals into a plump package that stuck straight out from my crotch, pointing slightly down and between my legs. And second, the tight thong pressed down on it, mashing my penis and balls into my body.

Already I felt my balls aching from the pressure.

Janice smiled at me. "A nice, neat, package!" she enthused. Teasingly, she reached down and squeezed it.

"ohhh...." I moaned. Even just the slightest pressure caused intense pain.

"What's that?" Janice asked, squeezing harder now. "Feel like...complaining?"

"No! This is just fine!" I said, quickly. "Please, may I put my pants back on?"

"Not just yet," Janice continued to fondle the bulging bundle which was my penis and balls. "I'm just curious what happens when..." Placing one hand on my naked ass, and another on the back of my neck, Janice pulled me into a deep kiss!

"Mmmph!" I mumbled, more surprised than anything.

Janice's tongue attacked my mouth, thrusting, exploring, and probing. Meanwhile, her hand stroked and tickled my anus. All this as she rubbed her body against mine.

Oh god! I realized. I'm getting hard again!

"Ohhhhh...." I moaned, tears springing to my eyes. The pain! My god!

My penis was desperately trying to get hard, but the cruel pouch would not give a millimeter.

I sank to the floor, clutching my crotch as the pain threatened to overwhelm me. Everything was compressed and mashed together... how could I possibly stand a week of this??

Janice's expression softened. "Oh sweetie," she said, softly, "I'm sorry. I didn't know it would hurt you this much. I'm sorry..." she repeated.

After comforting me for a second, she made a new decision. "I'll tell you what. Originally, I wasn't going to let you do anything to relieve yourself for the entire week. But now I see that is going to be cruel and unusual. So here's the deal."

"Yes?" I asked, hopefully.

"I will allow you to take off your punishment thong, but only in the bathroom, agreed?"

"OK..."

"And you may masturbate as much as you want, okay? But only while sitting on the toilet."

"Okay," I said. Well, at least it was something.

"But just to make things a bit more interesting," she said, slyly, "I want you to promise me something."

"What?"

"That you will only masturbate while reading your oath on the punishment thong. Will you promise me that?"

I sighed. Of course I was intensely excited by my newly dominant wife. But that was balanced by the incredible pain she caused me. Would the pain be too much?

But of course, I was already much too far gone to object or negotiate. I just wanted this punishment to be over, and as soon as possible.

"I promise," I said.

"Very good," Janice gave me a light kiss. "Now, get dressed! And... I suspect you may want to visit the bathroom right away."

I quickly put my pants and shoes back on.

"Just remember, after you retie the knot, the black marks need to be showing. I'll wait right here to inspect you after you get back!"

I raced to the bathroom.

* * *

* Paul's Punishment Thong * * I promise to wear this thong, as instructed, DAY AND NIGHT. *

I read my 'punishment oath' as it was written on the front panel of my 'punishment thong' as I masturbated in the men's room at the office.

* Paul's Punishment Thong * * I promise to wear this thong, as instructed, DAY AND NIGHT. *

I read it over and over, my cock becoming hard, then harder.

* Paul's Punishment Thong * * I promise to wear this thong, as instructed, DAY AND NIGHT. *

The oath made me think about how demanding Janice had become. She would never have even considered a sexual punishment like this before. But now! Now she had my genitals trapped in a small silk prison, and had relegated me to masturbating on the toilet.

* Paul's Punishment Thong * * I promise to wear this thong, as instructed, DAY AND NIGHT. *

"Unh!" I grunted, as I ejaculated into my hand. I pulled some toilet paper from the roll and cleaned up.

There was still a fair amount of sperm in my ejaculation, I noticed. It was the second time today I had masturbated, the first time was right after I had arrived at work. By the third time (and sometimes the fourth), my penis would be aching and barely any sperm would dribble out.

Finally, it was the last day of my punishment. Tomorrow I would be back to wearing regular panties again! Relief was so close.

The punishment thong was a bizarre punishment on many levels.

First, it was simply too tight. No matter how carefully I walked, my balls were being constantly compressed and squeezed by the thong. They ached pretty much 24x7. DAY AND NIGHT, the punishment oath had said. DAY AND NIGHT -- this meant my sleep was fitful, and when I did sleep, my dreams were all about dominant women squeezing my balls and demanding obedience.

The pain was made all the worse by the position of my new bulge: it was pointed down to the floor, directly between my legs. This meant that I couldn't close my legs without further squeezing the package!

It also meant that something as simple as crossing the room was difficult, causing me to walk slightly bowlegged at times.

"Problems?" my boss, Rachael, asked me one day.

"Excuse me?" I asked, looking up from my desk.

"You seem to be... ah... not quite yourself lately," Rachael stated, delicately. "And I noticed you are spending a lot of time in the bathroom, so naturally, I was worried."

"Well, ah... you see, I'm have this *rash*, that is..." I cleared my throat, "...in an embarrassing place," I had rehearsed that explanation earlier. "I've been to the doctor, and he swears it will be gone soon."

"Oh!" Rachael smiled, "Well, that explains the strange walk, too. I'm sorry! I don't mean to pry."

"No problem," but even so, I was blushing. Why did my boss always seem to be able to make me blush?

* * *

After I was through with the punishment thong, Janice took pity on me and chose standard, loose fitting panties for a while. I was able to catch up on my work (which had suffered a bit) and soon everything returned to normal.

But I couldn't stop thinking about the punishment thong. And as I thought more and more about it, I realized that I found this new, dominant Janice to be incredibly sexy. She seemed more sexy and alluring to me now than any woman I had ever known or even any fantasy that I had ever had.

And so I decided that things were absolutely perfect. Janice was perfect. Amazingly, wickedly perfect.

It would be horrible if she were to become any more authoritative and dominant.

Even though I might have liked to wear more women's clothing, I decided that, over time, we could probably experiment further in that direction.

And so I made my decision: I would *never* use the mind control command again.

And I never did.

Chapter 9: Janice Receives A Strange Phone Call

*Brrring* *Brrring* The phone rang out.

"Now who could that be?" Janice mused to herself as she got up to answer the phone.

Maybe it was Paul, she thought. He was still at the office, catching up on work from last week.

Janice grinned at the thought of it. What had gotten in to her? Lately, she had been worrying about how she had changed over the last year or so. The changes were astonishing, and yet they were wonderful too. She wondered if this 'new' her was really her. She really did feel like some new, changed person. Not like her old self at all. And yet, she could not deny that she had never felt so alive.

And Paul had been wonderful too -- going along with her desires to dress him up. He was fantastic! And putting up with the 'punishment thong', she felt a jolt of pleasure at the thought... really, he was incredible.

Things are perfect, Janice decided.

*Brrring* *Brrring* the phone interrupted.

Janice picked it up. "Hello?"

"Janice?" said a raspy voice on the other end of the line.

"Yes?"

"Lady Janice?" The caller sounded unnatural, like he was disguising his voice.

"Who is this?"

"Lady Janice of Sterling?" said the voice.

Janice froze, all thoughts instantly wiped from her brain. In her mind she saw an envelope which said 'Lady Janice of Sterling' on it. She opened the imaginary envelope, took out a piece of paper and read out- loud:

I want Paul to be more feminine. I get horny when he is more feminine. The more feminine he is, the more dominant I become. After a minute or so, the phone line went dead. Janice woke from her trance, still holding the receiver.

"That's odd..." she said, as she hung up the phone. "I guess it was just another senior moment."

But suddenly, Janice found her mind flooded with images.

Paul wearing a bra.

Paul wearing lingerie.

Paul being spanked.

"What's happening to me??" she cried out.

* * *

"Holy cow..." Jack muttered as he hung up the phone. "So that's what Paul did with my mind-control drug."

Jack shook his head. He had made only two doses of the drug. He had given one to Paul -- for his 40th birthday present, and the other was still in his refrigerator.

Jack had always wondered if it would work or not... after all, it had never been tested on humans before. Much of Jack's instructions to Paul had been pure speculation. Janice was the first (and only) human trial that had ever taken place. Apparently, it had been a roaring success.

Jack had always meant to take the dose that was in his refrigerator, but for some reason he had procrastinated -- figuring that waiting a day or so wouldn't be a problem.

But when he had gone to work the next day, his lab was empty. Completely wiped clean. Notes, computers, lab equipment: All gone. Even the whiteboards were gone! Physically unbolted from the walls -- they were probably nothing but sawdust by now, he suspected. At first, Jack thought he had been discovered, and braced himself for long stay in federal prison.

"Your project has been canceled," said his supervisor. "They did a periodic review and decided that it was too high risk."

"That's it?" Jack asked. "After all the work I've done?"

" 'fraid so. But hey, we need your help in bio-terror detection devices."

His supervisor was sympathetic, but rules were rules, and frankly not a bad decision, in his opinion.

"Interested?"

"Sure," Jack muttered, "why not."

And just like that, Jack was out of the black world. Bio-terror detection was a fairly open project (by CIA standards), and so he wouldn't be taking any more lie detector tests.

And so, the only remaining dose of the mind control drug left in the world, the last and final dose that would ever exist, had just sat there -- in his 'fridge, waiting.

And apparently Paul had used his dose to turn Janice into his own personal dominatrix!

Jack grimaced. That bastard. Janice deserved better than that.

But just then, Jack began to form a plan... and then his face broke into an evil grin.

Chapter 10: Bras and Submission

The next day, as I got ready to get dressed for work, I went to the bed to see what panties Janice had picked out for me.

I always loved this moment. What would it be today? What devilishly feminine panties would I be asked to wear? I thrilled at the anticipation.

But nothing fancy this time. Simple panty briefs, pink nylon with some lace around the edges and a nice embroidery design.

As I picked up the panties, a white card fluttered to the ground. I picked it up and inspected it. It was a copy of my oath. Not the punishment oath (the one on the front of the punishment thong), but the original oath which allowed Janice to choose my underwear for every day for the rest of my natural life. I put the panties on and walked to her closet.

"Janice?" I asked. Janice was sitting in front of her dressing table. She was wearing just underwear: bra, panties, and a silk camisole which came down to just above her navel -- all cream colored.

"Yes?" she asked, finishing up her makeup.

"What is this?" I held up the card.

Janice turned to looked and smiled. "Oh that?" she asked, turning back to her makeup mirror. "That's just a little reminder of your oath, so you don't forget."

"Believe me," I said, rolling my eyes. "I could never forget."

"Well, now it's in writing. All official, like." Janice picked up a pen and handed it to me. "And I would be ever so grateful if you would sign it?"

"Sign it? Don't you trust me?"

"Well I did," she reasoned, "until you broke the oath last month. Remember?"

My balls ached reflexively as I remembered my punishment. "Yes, I remember," I said, defeated.

"So sign! And be sure to use your full name, with your middle name, too."

I took the pen. First I put the card on the closet door and tried to sign, but the pen wouldn't work in that position. So, eventually, I had to put the card on the hardwood floor and sign it while kneeling. After a couple of shakes, the pen started working and I could sign my name: "Paul Arthur Johnson"

Janice put away her makeup tools and turned her chair around to face me. "Thank you, Paul!" she said, kindly. "Now, please come here and kneel before me."

I looked. There were two pillows on the floor in front of her. Obviously, this had been planned. I shuffled over and knelt before her, my knees on the soft pillows.

This was new. I had never knelt before her in such an obviously submissive position. My penis was now fully erect, trapped in the pink panties. I took a second to adjust it.

"This is what I want you to do every morning, until I think you've fully learned your lesson," Janice pointed to the card. "Come into my closet as I'm getting ready for the day, kneel before me, and read your oath from the card."

I looked up into her eyes. From this angle, she was towering over me -- my wonderfully dominant spouse.

A flicker of worry crossed my mind. This seemed a bit too dominant. Had something gone wrong with the mind-control programming? Was Janice somehow becoming even more dominant?

I shook the thought out of my mind. Probably it was just the lingering effect of the last command.

"Well?" Janice asked.

I picked up the card and read it:

"I, Paul Johnson, do solemnly swear to wear, without complaint, any and all underwear that Lady Janice asks me to wear, no matter how strange, uncomfortable, pretty, or girly it may be, for the rest of my life until death, no matter what changes may come including separation, divorce, or remarriage and I further agree that Janice may transfer these rights over me to any other person she chooses, at any time and for any reason whatsoever."

"You didn't finish reading it," Janice pointed out.

I looked. She was right, of course. "Signed, Paul Arthur Johnson."

"Now, hand me the card," I handed it over to her. "I'll be sure to put this someplace safe. You'll get a new card tomorrow. I had a print shop run off a dozen copies, or so."

I blushed furiously. Some printer, somewhere, had seen the oath and had printed it for her? The thought that some stranger knew of my oath -- and was probably laughing about it with his colleagues -- made me woozy with shame.

"I know what you're thinking," Janice said. "And I'll tell you. I took it to the shop right around the block from your office. You know the one that you always use? And the one that everyone in your office always uses?"

I hung my head as my cheeks flushed bright red. I would never be able to use that printer again, not ever.

Janice spread her legs slightly. Against my will, my eyes were drawn to the panty panel between her legs.

"Like what you see?" she asked, coyly.

"Of course," I said. If possible, my penis got even harder in it's silky pink nylon prison.

"Come here, sweetheart," Janice gently pulled me between her legs, and placed my nose and lips directly on the gusset of her panties. She spread her legs wider so there was plenty of room.

"Now, breath through your nose, and as you smell me I want you to become addicted to my scent -- as if you weren't already," she giggled. "And now I'd like to ask you a few questions."

Janice gently pulled me into her crotch. My nose and lips brushed across the slippery nylon of her panties, giving me shivers. As I breathed in through my nose - the sent of her sex was very strong - I discovered that Janice was already quite excited by our little scene.

Impulsively, I gave her pubic mound a little kiss, and was rewarded with a little sigh from Janice. I was absolutely rock hard, nothing in my life had ever been as thrilling as being in such a submissive position before my wife, and submitting to her interrogation.

Janice began to gently stroke my hair. As she did, she would occasionally pull my head in harder into her crotch, causing my face to be pushed directly against her sex.

"In your oath, what do you think was meant by 'any and all underwear'?" Janice asked.

As I responded, my lips brushed against her sex, tickling her lightly. "Well, I guess I thought that it meant 'any and all types of panties,' that you might want for me to wear."

Due to my position, the words that I spoke were directed towards her sex, as if I was carrying on the conversation directly with her pussy instead of Janice herself. The symbolism couldn't be any more clear: I was worshipping her sex and treating it like an independent (and superior) being.

"Why just panties?" Janice asked.

This threw me a bit. "I guess..." I stammered, "uh... I guess that's all I thought you meant by underwear."

"And why would that be?" Moving her hips, Janice began to rub her crotch up and down over my face. A small wet spot formed as her juices began to seep through. The inner cotton lining must be soaked, I realized.

"Why?" I wondered, out loud, my lips brushing across her pubic mound. "Well, you never dressed me up in anything else, so I just figured..."

Janice cut me off. "But a woman's bra is underwear, wouldn't you agree?"

I took a quick breath of surprise. "Yes..." I tentatively agreed.

Janice's sexual odor had become very strong and musky -- I was nearly swooning and my penis was just as hard as it could be.

"Then say so," she encouraged, "tell me how you agree."

I took a second to form the right words. "I agree..." I started out, "that 'underwear' means women's bras as well as panties."

Janice smiled broadly, triumphant. She hopped out of her chair and pulled me to my feet.

"Excellent!" she said, gleefully. "Then you'll have no reason to complain if I ask you to wear a matching bra for your panties."

Janice showed me a matching, lacy pink bra. The delicate embroidery design on the bra matched the panties.

I hung my head, "I guess not."

"You guess not?" she asked, mockingly. "Is that all of the excitement you can muster?"

"Ummm..." I had no idea what to say.

"Let's put it on and see if we can generate a little more enthusiasm," Janice held up the bra by the shoulder straps. "Come here," she said, as if I were a reluctant little puppy. "Come slip your arms into your new bra... come to Mama."

With a sigh I relented, threading first one, and then the other arm into the bra straps. Janice walked behind me, pulled the bra tight around my chest and fastened the hooks together.

Janice pulled me into a hug from behind. This left my front free for her fingers which began to gently stroke and tweak my nipples through the bra.

"Now, doesn't that just feel delicious?" she asked, her lips whispering the words right into to my ear and right into my soul. "Don't you think you should thank your Lady Janice for being so nice to put this bra on you? Hmmmm?"

"Uhn... Yes." I moaned in pleasure, "thank you."

"Thank you... who?"

"Uh... Thank you, Lady Janice."

"Hmmmmm... that's so nice and respectful. What a nice, respectful husband I have. You want to be nice and respectful, don't you?"

Janice reached down with her right hand and began to stroke my hard penis through the nylon of my pretty pink panties. Meanwhile, her other hand continued its assault on my nipples, trapped as they were through the bra.

"Yes," I responded. "I want to be your nice respectful husband."

"That's right," she whispered in my ear. She was now using her fingernails to stroke the length of my shaft, causing me to gasp with pleasure.

"And do you know what else nice and respectful husbands do?" Janice asked. "They obey their wives. Don't they? Nice and respectful husbands obey their wives without question or complaint. Don't you want to be nice and respectful?"

"Yes..." I moaned, almost too far gone to be able to understand her.

"And don't you want to obey your wife, always?" she asked. Her pinching and tweaking of my nipples and her stroking of my penis increased in intensity.

"Yes!!" I cried.

"Yes, what?" She asked.

"Yes!" I said, almost to orgasm. "Yes, I want to obey my wife, always!"

"Really?" she said, in a sultry voice. Her hand stopped its stroking for a second. "What if I told you that you had to wear your new bra to work? Would you do that for me?"

I gulped. My wife was forcing me to wear a bra -- my dream come true! But why couldn't I just do it at home? Why did everything have to be worn out of the house?

It didn't matter, really, for I had suspected this would happen some day and I had already decided that I was OK with wearing a bra to work.

"Yes," I whispered, now desperate for her to continue her stroking. "Yes, I will happily wear a bra to work."

Janice returned to her stroking, causing me to shiver with pleasure. "But something's wrong here," she said, teasingly. "This bra doesn't look right."

"What?" I asked. "It looks great! What could be wrong?"

Janice stopped her stroking and reached up to pluck at my chest hair. "This! This is what's wrong."

"But... What should I do about that?"

"Well, if you were the most nicest, respectfullest of husbands..." Janice paused for a second, "you would go to my salon and get all of this ugly hair waxed from your body."

"What?" I asked, shocked.

Janice stopped her stroking. Whispering her words ever so gently into my ear, she asked again. "Are you going to be just the nicest and most respectful of all possible husbands? Hmmmm? And get all of that ugly hair removed so you can wear your bra properly?"

Janice nibbled my earlobe while I considered it. I didn't have a lot of hair on my body, but still I knew that the pain would be considerable...

"Yes," I gasped, giving in and sliding further into submission. "I'll do it."

"Oh yes, that's my ever so obedient husband," Janice pulled me into a warm hug and then blissfully returned to stroking my penis. But then, just 10 seconds later, she stopped. "You know this is forever, right?" She asked.

"What do you mean?"

Janice hugged me tighter, while at the same time squeezing my penis and tweaking a nipple. "What if I told you that from now on, that you would have to wear a bra every minute of every day, until you die? Except when you're showering or at the doctor's office, of course. What about that? But before you answer... of course, remember your oath."

"While I sleep?"

"Yes... well not always a bra, let's say. But something feminine would always be covering your breasts, from now on... until forever."

"While on vacation or running errands, or whatever?"

"That's right." Janice's voice took on a wicked edge to it. "I think you're beginning to understand. Think of this, no going bare chested in public. You would have to cover your breasts, just as if you were any other woman."

"But..." I stammered, "What about if we go swimming or to the beach?"

Janice's chuckle was almost evil. "Oh sweetie, I'm sure that I could find a nice bikini or one-piece to fit you."

I covered my face in my hands, breathing hard. What was I going to do? I felt like I was getting in *way* over my head.

"Remember your oath!" Janice reminded me.

My oath! My oath! Of course, she could do whatever she wanted. I had already sworn it. But now, the consequences of my oath were slamming into me full force.

It took a couple of minutes to settle my breathing, but when I did I knew what I had to do. After all, it was my fault that Janice was behaving like this. I used the mind-control drug. I gave her the subliminal command. If she wanted me to wear bras for the rest of my life, I had only myself to blame.

And so, eventually, I had to agree. I turned around to face her.

"Yes," I said, "I agree to wear a bra, or whatever you want, to cover my breasts from now on, until I die."

"Oh, yesssss....." Janice hissed, her eyes closed and legs clenched together, as she savored her victory over me. "Now, let's seal our agreement with a kiss..."

"Of course," I said, leaning in for a peck on the lips.

"Not like that!" Janice backed away, blocking my lips with her hand. "On your knees, silly! I want you to kiss me here," Janice spread her legs slightly and put a fingertip to her pussy lips -- clearly outlined by her panties which now had a dark wet spot.

I got to my knees and pressed my lips to her pubic mound.

"Promise me you'll get your chest and back hair waxed," Janice instructed.

"I solemnly promise to visit your salon and get all of my hair removed from my chest and back by waxing," I said as I nestled my lips and my nose into her crotch and gave it a firm kiss.

"Yes! And you'll go back as often as needed?"

"I promise I will go back as often as needed," I kissed again.

"Forever? Until death?"

"Yes, forever, until death," I kissed again. The wet spot on her panties rubbed over my nose and lips, making them glisten.

"You promise that you will never again have chest hair or back hair, forever more?"

Well that's really it, isn't it? I thought to myself. No more chest hair, ever again. But I had no choice, really. If that's what Janice wanted, who was I to argue?

This was all my own doing -- the sentence popped into my head and I realized just how true it was.

"Yes," I said, planting another kiss on her pussy, my face now smeared with her juices. "I promise that I will never again have chest hair or back hair... forever."

"Ohhhhhh, such a good, obedient husband...." Janice groaned, mashing my face into her cunt and roughly rubbing her privates over it.

"And your breasts.... promise me that they'll never be uncovered again? I mean, except in the shower and in front of the doctor, of course. Promise me?"

"I promise, that I will never allow for my nipples to be uncovered again, and that some feminine garment will always be covering them, for every possible moment of every day of the rest of my life," and with that, I gave her sex another deep kiss. The smell of her sex had become pungent, damp, earthy... wonderful.

"Again. Harder. Please."

As I pressed my nose and lips against the wet crotch of her panties, her hand entwined itself into my hair and pulled me in... hard.

"Thank you! Yes! Yes!" Kissing was now impossible because Janice was holding my head tightly to her pussy, and was frantically rubbing her slit over my face and jaw. This time she was in control, and as I kissed and nuzzled, she thrust her hips into me, grinding her crotch into my face.

"Yesssss," she said, through gritted teeth, "yesss....." After a couple of minutes I opened up my mouth a bit and began to gently nibble her through the cotton panty panel.

"Yessss!" She grunted, louder. "Oh! I'm cumming!" Her crotch spasmed beneath my face as she pressed me in as hard as she could, her panties now sopping wet.

"*Whew*!" Janice pushed me away. "Well, Time for work, Paul! You better hurry or you'll be late."

"But! But!" stammered. I was horny!

"Need to come?" Janice asked, sweetly. "Well, you'll just have to do it later. Get dressed! Oh, and here's the card of my lady at the salon. I took the liberty of making a lunchtime appointment for you."

* * * *

All that day, the enormity of what I had agreed to gradually sank in.

While sitting at work I could feel the gentle tug of the bra straps on my shoulders. Every now and then, I would lightly trace over the bra cups which outlined my male breasts and covered my nipples.

Never again would these nipples be bare, I realized.

Except for showering or the doctor, of course.

And, of course, when getting my hair waxed off.

Waxing was horrible! My god how it hurt!

"This will be worse the first time," she had said, "because you've never done it before. But if you come in on a regular basis, it should become bearable. Now, take your shirt off and let's get started!"

Fuck! I realized, too late. I still had my bra on!

Cornered, I realized there was nothing I could do, but reveal what I was wearing.

And as I uncovered my pretty pink bra, with the delicate embroidery, Lisa giggled.

"Janice told me about this," she said, smiling to let me know that it was okay. "Is it true that you're wearing it only because she told you to?"

"Uh.... yes," I said, not exactly sure how to answer, my face flush with embarrassment.

Actually, the truth was that I was wearing it because I had hypnotized her to want me to wear it -- and since I was feeling guilty about messing with her mind I was willing to do anything she wanted, at least for now.

But the hell if I was going to tell Lisa that!

"Well, anyway, we'll need to remove your pretty new bra so we can get started."

And so I removed the bra and then laid it down on the table... and then promptly had all of the hair on my upper body forcibly ripped out.

Later that day -- my skin feeling very tender under the bra -- I went to fetch some reports from Rachael, my boss.

"Thanks, Rachael," I said, as I picked them up and turned to leave.

"Uh, Paul?" she asked.

"Yes?" I turned back.

"Are you... um... wearing..."

My face flushed a little. "Yes?" I asked.

"Never mind!" Rachael said, waving me away. "It must have been my imagination."

As I walked back to my desk, I realized I might need to be more careful about wearing a jacket around the office.

Chapter 11: More Submission and Lingerie

Dinner was almost done by the time Janice stepped in the front door.

Normally I don't cook, but Janice had called earlier that day. "I'm going to be out late shopping," she said, "so I want you to make dinner tonight. OK?"

"But..." I started.

"No buts," she cut me off. "I'll be home by 8 o'clock and I expect it to be ready. Thank you!"

And the phone went dead.

And so, that evening I stopped on the way home from work, bought enough ingredients for a simple meal of chicken and vegetables.

"Honey, I'm home!" she called out as she stepped in the door. "And look at all the things I bought you!" She dropped four large shopping bags full of feminine garments to the floor.

"Wow," I said, "you've been busy!" I stepped close to her and leaned in for a traditional 'welcome home' kiss.

But Janice turned her head away at the last second and pushed me away.

"New tradition," she said, "one more suitable for your new status."

"What's that?" I asked, worried.

"On your knees," she said, imperiously.

Hesitantly, I dropped to my knees before her. Janice raised the hem of her short skirt. She was wearing stockings and garters, I realized. When had she started to do that? "Now, give me your kiss, right here!" Janice pointed to the crotch of her panties which bulged slightly over her pubic mound. What could I do? I held her hips gently, nestled my nose and lips into her snatch, and gave her a firm kiss.

"And don't forget to take a good sniff," she said. "Remember, I want you to become addicted to me."

And then I did take a deep smell -- rank! She must not have changed her panties after this morning, when she had masturbated on my face.

"Good boy!" she said, giving me a pat on the head. "Now go serve dinner while I put your new clothes away."

* * *

I spent a lot of time that evening with my nose in her pussy.

After dinner, Janice - still wearing her business suit with the same panties and stockings - and I moved to the living room where we would typically watch some TV while eating dessert.

"No, no," she said, shooing me off the couch. "I sit on the couch now, and you sit here," Janice pointed to the floor in front of her and between her legs.

Shocked, I did as instructed.

Janice scooted her ass forward, and spread her legs slightly. "And, of course, place your face in my crotch, and breath through your nose. Smell my most intimate smells, Paul."

"But..." I said as I got into position. Janice was towering over me, it was a very commanding position, and her warm legs surrounded my head. "I won't be able to eat dessert!" I complained.

"More for me!" Janice said, gleefully. "But in the future, you should make only a single dessert, okay? No more dessert for you. Now, just be a quiet hubby and smell my pussy. That's a good boy."

Janice flipped through the channels and found something she liked. Meanwhile, I stayed obediently on my knees, my head between her legs, my face pressed up against her panty crotch, breathing her smells of stale sexual secretions, sweat, and urine.

"You can play with your nipples, if you'd like," Janice said, gently tousling my hair. "Just don't touch your penis, okay?"

"Okay."

* * *

When it was finally time for bed, Janice pushed me away.

"Would you be a dear and do the dishes?" she asked, nicely, "and then meet me in the bedroom?"

Smiling, I readily agreed. An hour of playing with my nipples while inhaling my wife's most private smells had made me incredibly horny, and therefore quite pliable and willing.

After the dishes, I got ready for bed. I wasn't sure what I should wear to bed, after all, it was just this morning that she had made the "bra's forever" edict.

After oscillating back and forth, I decided it was best to leave my bra on. Janice was already relaxing in bed with a book. My penis was rock hard -- as it had been all night.

My breath caught in my throat when I saw her: she was wearing the most stunning long satin nightgown that I had ever seen. The color was a deep, deep red and it was very elegant -- no lace or frills, just classic and beautiful.

"Come here," she said and patted the bed in front of here. I walked over and sat down.

Janice unhooked my bra and took it off. "Oh, poor baby," she said as she inspected the results of my waxing earlier this afternoon. My chest and back were covered with hundreds of little red dots.

"Let me help," she said, taking some moisturizer and gently spreading it over the affected areas. "You've been so good to me," she said, "I've been such a demanding bitch -- I don't know what's gotten into me! But thank you."

Janice gave me a warm hug and kiss.

"And now, as your reward, I have this for you," Janice reached under the covers and pulled out a box.

"What's this?" I opened the box. "A slip?"

"No, silly, it's a babydoll nightie. Remember how I said that you will need to have your breasts covered at all times?"

"Even while sleeping?"

"Yes, even while sleeping."

I pulled it out. It was beautiful, made of a light nylon/crepe fabric in light pink. It was trimmed with lace and satin -- and was several degrees more 'girly' than Janice's elegant nightgown.

"But I thought babydoll nighties were, you know, sheer, with fur trim... you know?"

Janice rolled her eyes, "Oh, you mean slut wear? Well, I could get you that, would you like that?"

"No! I didn't mean that..."

Wait a second! I thought furiously to myself. I should be refusing to wear nightgowns at all, but instead I was arguing about what type to wear??

"And look!" She almost squealed with delight, "it comes with a matching panty!" She pulled it out. "It took me a while to find a panty with a fuller cut -- most of them were more like thongs..."

"Listen, Janice... sweetie... I don't know...I mean..."

Janice muffled my protestations with a kiss. A deep, soul-searching kiss with the babydoll nightie trapped between us.

Janice gently broke off the kiss. "It's a present," she explained, "Won't you at least try it on, to see how it feels?"

"Uh..." I held the silky nylon crepe fabric in my hands. It *did* feel fantastic. "Sure..." I finally admitted, as my sex drive took control.

I finished undressing (discarding my 'every day' panties and bra in the hamper) and turned to Janice.

She was holding the babydoll, ready to be put on. I sighed and held out my arms. Janice slipped the nightie up my arms, then over my head.

As it floated down over my body, Janice smoothed the fabric down over my body. Her touch was electric, causing my skin to tingle with a delightful shiver.

"Well?" She looked at me, questioningly.

I made a face and then stuck my tongue out at her. "OK, I admit it. It feels wonderful."

"Yes!" Janice clapped her hands in delight. "Now put on the panties!"

I took the panties from her and slipped them up my legs. Presenting myself to Janice, she immediately reached out and started rubbing her hands all over my body -- tracing each delicate seam and hemline, outlining my penis, running a finger between my buns, and finally... gently tweaking my nipples through the soft fabric.

"Mmmmmm..." I purred, happily.

"See? I told you so." she whispered, pulling me into a warm embrace. The fabric of our two nightgowns intermingled as our satin-encased bodies touched and rubbed each other. "I just knew you'd like it. Now, will you just trust your wife and wear whatever she recommends?"

"Mmmmm, yes," I sighed, lost in the heavenly sensations and not really listening. I ran my hands over her body, feeling it through the luxurious satin. Gently I fondled her breasts and cupped her ass.

"That's a good boy..." she murmured as her hands explored my body as well, her fingers running circles around my nipples as they poked out the fabric, before dipping down to run over my penis or slip between my buns.

It was incredible: our two bodies entwined in a cloud of sensuous fabric, smells, and caresses.

Finally, Janice decided she wanted more. "Come to bed," she said, huskily, "I'm so horny I could cum twice!"

But before getting back into bed, Janice slipped off her panties and used them to wipe off her pussy. She must have been very very wet, because the crotch of the cotton panties were very nearly completely soaked.

"And these," she held up the panties, "are for you!"

"What do you mean?" I asked. "But... I have my own panties to wear now."

"No, silly. They are for you to smell! You know I want you to become addicted to my scent, right?"

"Yes..."

Janice picked up a plastic zip-loc bag from her night stand and deposited the panties into it. "Well, now you can smell me anytime!" she sealed it shut, "and this will keep them nice and fresh. I'll put it in your briefcase tomorrow."

Putting the bag back on the nightstand, Janice got into bed. She arranged the pillows against the headboard, sat back, and then, teasingly inched up her deep-red nightgown, stopping just as her pussy peeked out from underneath. I could see drops of moisture clinging to her pubic hairs.

"Yes?" I inquired.

"Please lick me?" she asked, looking up at me with doe eyes.

My heart melted. "Of course, sweetie, anything for you," and so I nestled down on the bed between her smooth thighs and began to gently lick and suck her clitoris.

It seemed like I was performing cunnilingus more and more often. Would we ever have straight intercourse again? I was too afraid to bring up the subject -- fearing the answer. Fortunately, Janice was always so wet and horny that it never took her very long to orgasm -- but that also meant she was really sloppy too.

Even so, I found that I was beginning to enjoy my new position, lying between her legs, listening to the moans and her dirty talk of my newly dominant wife. In my excitement, I couldn't help but rub my penis against the mattress.

"That's my pretty boy," she said. "My pretty, pretty husband... all dressed up in his pretty pink panties and pretty pink babydoll... Yes! My pretty husband in his pretty pink babydoll nightie... Oh... Yes!"

Somehow, with all the extra stimulation, the new babydoll, her dirty talk, the rubbing... I just couldn't seem to control myself. My penis was trapped in the panties, and with the extra layer of silk it slipped back and forth...

"Oh, Paul! Yes, I'm coming!" Janice grabbed my head and forced it down.

And that was all it took. As Janice forced my face deep into the folds of her sex, I came too.

"Oh god," Janice breathed heavily, "that was fantastic."

"Ummm, yeah," I said, sheepishly.

"What's the matter?" Janice asked.

"Uh..." as I stood up, the wet spot was clearly visible.

"Oh!" Janice giggled and covered her mouth in surprise. "Was it good for you?"

"Must have been!"

"Well, let's get you out of those wet things, shall we?"

Janice pulled me off the bed and into the bathroom. First, she had me strip off the lingerie.

"Now, get a washcloth and clean yourself up."

I did as instructed.

"Now, you'll need to clean your babydoll and panties," she counseled, "just use lukewarm water and soap... and be gentle!"

"Can't this wait until tomorrow?"

"No, they're expensive. And I don't want to get it stained."

And so, under her guidance, I washed out the lingerie by hand. It felt nice as it wetly slipped over my soapy fingers.

When I was done, Janice put a hand around my waist and said, "Nice things take extra effort, OK?"

I looked at Janice for a second, and then down at the wet lingerie which I was holding. I mean it was a really beautiful babydoll, so I could understand her wanting to take proper care of it.

"I understand," I said, finally.

"Good!" she kissed me on the cheek. "I just know you'll want to take the best care of all your nice things. Now, go hang this up on the line in the laundry room and hurry back!"

When I got back, Janice was already in bed waiting for me. "Here," she said, "you can wear these instead."

"What?" There, on the bed, was another babydoll nightie, and another pair of panties. Just like the ensemble I had just hung up, only these were cream colored with a delicate floral pattern instead of solid light pink.

"You mean," I sputtered, "you bought two pairs?"

"Of course! They were on sale, and I just knew you'd love this print. It's so feminine, don't you think?"

"Well, yes, but..."

"Hush! Put them on, I've been waiting too long already."

I reached for the panties and slipped them on, enjoying for a second how they so nicely cupped my balls and hugged my cheeks.

"Waiting too long for what?" I asked.

"Don't you remember?" she looked at me as if I were dense. "I said I needed to cum twice. And now that you're spent, well, I was hoping...?" Her legs were already spread, and I could see her bare pussy, already wet again, waiting for me.

"Oh, Janice... I..."

"Please?"

I loved her, it was as simple as that. It had been a long, crazy day, full of changes and new rituals, but I'm not sure there was much of anything that I would refuse her, ultimately.

And so I nestled down between her legs for a second time, and after a while she was finally sated.

"Thank you so much," she whispered in my ears as we drifted off to sleep. "Thank you so much, my pretty husband in his pretty pink babydoll."

Chapter 12: Jack's Plan - Phase One

"You look amazing, Janice!" Jack said, enthusiastically. At Jack's invitation, the two were having lunch together at an intimate bistro.

Jack's eyes roamed freely over Janice's body as he got up to give her a kiss on the cheek. Janice had dressed especially sexy for her lunch with Jack, putting on a low-cut blouse with a plunging neckline, a short red skirt that showed just a hint of stocking top, and her fire-engine red high heels.

Janice blushed as she acknowledged Jack's admiring gaze. "Thanks, Jack. You should hear the gossip at the office. They don't know what to think! Half of them think I'm having a mid-life crisis, and the other half think I'm having an extramarital affair."

"So which is it?" Jack said, teasingly, as he helped Janice into her chair.

"Neither!" Janice said, pretending to be insulted. "I've just felt like dressing up more, that's all."

"Well, that's fine!" Jack said, sitting down. "But still I'm curious, what brought this on? I mean, I only ask because, well... you certainly look much more... um... well... How can I say this..."

"Confident?" Janice supplied.

"That's right! You look so much more 'confident' than you used to, if you know what I mean."

"Well, I feel fantastic. Remember how uptight I used to be? I swear, I was 35 going on 60. But now just look at me! I feel and look ten years younger, I'm flirting all the time at the office, and I'm so much more aggressive about getting what I want."

"You know, the way you've been stroking that wine glass..." Jack watched as her fingers played with the stem of the wine glass. "Someone other than your husband's best friend might say you're flirting with me right now."

Janice looked at her hand on the glass, 'my god!' she thought to herself. I *was* flirting with him. She quickly pulled her hand away from the glass only to watch in horror as it automatically went up to straighten her hair -- another flirting gesture.

Her cheeks blushing bright red, Janice quickly put both hands in her lap and held them there. 'No flirting with my husband's best friend,' she told herself, 'no matter how cute he looks.'

This is perfect, Jack thought to himself. She's flirting with me! Fantastic! Now if I could just get her to talk about Paul...

"But you never answered my question," Jack continued, smoothly. "What brought this all about?"

"That's just it, I have no idea. It's just like one day I woke up and decided that the old me was boring. I don't know. Maybe I was abducted by aliens or something, and in their secret lab they opened my brain, flipped a few switches, and then closed it up again. Really, when I think about it too much, it scares me."

"Scares you?" Jack's face was full of concern. "Why's that?"

"Well..." Janice paused for a second. "You know, because, well... this all happened all of a sudden and for no reason... and what if I keep changing? I mean, where will it all end?"

"What do you mean, 'where will it all end'? All you've done is to dress up a bit. I mean, you still look professional, to my eyes. Are you worried that you'll start dressing even more provocatively?"

"No, it's not that..."

"Well, what is it, then?"

Janice hesitated. My god, how she wanted to talk with *someone* about Paul. But she couldn't say anything to his best friend, could she? But then, if not to his best friend, then who?

"I don't know. I guess... well..." Janice took a deep breath, "my relationship with Paul is changing. It's been great, but the changes keep coming, faster and faster it seems, and well, I'm worried about where things are going to end up."

Jack put on his worried/concerned expression again. "Oh dear. Changing? Are you two going to get a divorce?"

"Oh, no no. Nothing like that. It's just..."

"Do you still love each other?"

"Oh, of course we still love each other!" Janice said, vehemently.

"Well, what then?"

"Well, um...." how to say this? how to say this? "we, ah... well, I guess the best way to put it is that we've been doing some 'role playing games'. You know... like, um... in bed. There. But I can't tell you anything more." Janice reached for her water glass and took a sip.

Jack smiled and sat back. "Oh, you mean that he's been dressing up in women's clothing."

Janice spit her water out. "What?" she gasped. Between coughs, she managed to ask, "how did you know?"

"You know that Paul and I went to college together, right? Well, I don't think Paul knows I know, but one day I found some women's underwear... you know, panties, bras, slips, and so on, in his dresser drawers. I might have thought they belonged to a girlfriend of his, but he had no girlfriends at the time. Anyway, I thought nothing of it until I found the magazines as well."

"Magazines?" Janice said, amazed, her eyes as wide as saucers.

"Right, you know. Magazines about dominant women forcing their men to dress up as women. Kinky, perverted stuff. Anyway, since it never really bothered me, hey, different strokes and all that, I mentioned it to anyone."

"Oh my god," Janice sat back in her seat, deep in thought.

Of course, no such thing had ever actually happened. There had never been any women's clothing and no magazines. All of that was pure fiction which Jack had invented.

After a few moments, Janice just shook her head. "Well, the 'new me' must be subconsciously picking up on his desires, because that's exactly what's happening. Man, this is weird."

"Did he ask you to... ah... role play?" Jack inquired, carefully.

"No, it just came to me! That's what's so fucking freaky about it. I just started to think about how he might look better..." Janice looked around the restaurant before lowering her voice, "you know... dressed in panties. And then the panties got more feminine. And now he's wearing a bra and getting his chest waxed! And that's not all, but also I want to humiliate him and punish him too. He has this oath to recite every morning, and he has to kneel before me when I get home and..." Janice stopped abruptly, suddenly realizing that she was going *way* too far.

But what a relief to finally be able to talk about this with someone! And to think, Paul actually wants it! Just knowing that was a huge relief, all by itself.

"But then, no problem, right?" Jack reasoned, cutting into Janice's thoughts. "After all, he likes it, you like it... what's the big deal?"

"I don't know... It's just..." for some reason, Janice began to feel her eyes get wet. "Where's it all going? Where will it lead? What if I can't stop myself?"

"Are you worried that this is changing the nature of your marriage?"

"Oh, we're already way beyond that," she said, emphatically. "I just wish... oh, I don't know." In frustration, Janice held her head in her hands.

"I see," Jack said, keeping his tones even, seeing how close Janice was to breaking down. "Maybe you're worried that with Paul... um... in his 'new position,' that he won't be able to be the husband you need? Maybe you're worried that he won't be 'man' enough for you? That someday you might become dissatisfied with him?"

"Oh my god, that's it!" Janice broke down, sobbing for real now. She covered her face with her napkin, carefully trying to dab away the tears. "And it would all be my fault!"

Jack stood up and moved to the other side of the table, sitting in the chair beside Janice, rather opposite to her. "There, there," he said, putting a comforting arm around her shoulder.

"Oh, Jack... what am I going to do?" Janice leaned over and buried her face in his shoulder.

"Shush. It'll all be okay," Jack gently stroked her hair. "At least you know now that this is what Paul wants too. That's good, right? And as for the rest of it, well, who knows. I'm sure it will all work out."

Eventually, Janice pulled herself together and blotted her tears away.

When Jack started to move back to his original chair, Janice stopped him by putting a hand on his thigh.

"Don't go. Stay here," she said, smiling up at him.

Perfect! Jack thought to himself.

Janice's hand traced across the neckline of her blouse. She knew she was flirting again, but she didn't care. "Jack, you are so good to me," she said.

"You deserve it," Jack replied.

The rest of the lunch went smoothly, with no further outbursts. Jack and Janice chatted about their jobs, coworkers and such. Jack didn't bring up Paul or Janice's marriage again -- now that the seeds of doubt were planted, he was content to be patient and wait for them to flower.

And now that the ice was broken, Janice felt no need to reign in her flirting. She arched her back, played with her hair, and stroked the wine glass the entire time, as Jack looked on, hungrily. As they were finishing up lunch, the wine was having its effect, and Janice actually found herself lightly stroking his inner thigh.

Jack is so wonderful, Janice thought to herself, so strong, so masculine... why didn't I ever notice this before?

Finally, lunch was over. Gathering up her purse, Janice made as if to get up.

"Janice," Jack said, putting his hand on hers. "Before you go?"

"Yes, Jack?"

"Lady Janice of Sterling," he said.

And right there, in the middle of the restaurant, in a clear voice, Janice recited her mantra:

"I want Paul to be more feminine. I get horny when he is more feminine. The more feminine he is, the more dominant I become."

It's a damn good thing she doesn't realize what she's saying, Jack thought to himself. Otherwise, my plan would be totally fucked.

(end of Part I)

...continued in Part 2