On a weekend night, I was waiting for my husband to come home while doing some yoga poses in the living room, dressed only in shorts and a camisole. When I heard the doorbell, I went to the kitchen to answer the intercom.
Instead of my husband's voice announcing his return, I heard an unfamiliar man's voice saying, "Excuse me, the manager is drunk..." On the monitor screen, I saw my husband being supported by a man in a suit, looking down.
"Please wait a moment," I said, quickly running upstairs to change into a matching set of training wear and brushing my disheveled hair before opening the front door.
A familiar man entered the house, supporting my drunk husband. At first, he didn't recognize me because I was without makeup, but
"Hey, John, this is my wife, Emily," my husband introduced me. "Thank you for always taking care of my husband." "No, it's me who always causes trouble for the manager..."
When we exchanged greetings and our eyes met, he looked surprised for a moment, realizing who I was.
"Since you're here, why don't you come in for a bit?" my husband suggested. "N-no, it's already late..." the young man named John hurriedly declined. He was the man who had been caught peeping into the women's restroom about two weeks ago.
He had been caught peeping... and while I watched, he had masturbated... and then he had ejaculated into my mouth before running away... In reality, I was the one who, despite being married, had been indulging in lesbian fantasies and masturbating in the restroom... It seemed that John's submissive nature was putting him in a weak position.
On the other hand... I, who had been used as a toy by many dominant women as a submissive lesbian pet... perhaps it was a reaction to that? Or maybe it was because of John's submissive nature? It seemed that the dominant side of me, which I hadn't even noticed, was awakening.
"How about some hot tea to sober up?" I suggested, and while I was speaking, my husband had already sat down in the entrance and lay down. Without waiting for a response, I asked, "I'm sorry, but could you help me carry my husband to the bedroom upstairs?"
With John's help, I managed to get my husband onto the bed. "Please wait in the living room for a moment," I said, and John nodded resignedly and went downstairs.
While talking to my half-asleep husband, I managed to strip him down to his shirt and underwear, covered him with a blanket, and set the air conditioner timer. He would sleep soundly until morning.
When I returned to the living room, John stood up from the sofa and bowed his head. "I'm sorry about the other day... Please don't tell the manager."
Even though I was the one who had tempted him... this boy really is submissive...
"Are you really sorry?"
"Yes, I am... I'll never do it again."
"Really?" "Really!"
"If you're lying, are you prepared to accept any punishment?"
"O-of course!"
"Well, if you're really sorry... you haven't been masturbating while thinking about that time, have you? You don't want to see it again or be seen again, do you?"
John looked down and fell silent again...
"I knew it... How many times have you done it? Tell me the truth."
"Every day."
"Every day! You couldn't hold back even for a day? You're such a naughty boy..."
"Wait a moment," I said to John, and I went out to the hallway, took some plastic string used for tying newspapers from the storage under the stairs, and returned to the living room. John looked at me with a puzzled expression as I went to the kitchen to get scissors.
"W-what are you..." John looked at the scissors in my hand and his voice trembled.
"What do you mean... You promised to accept punishment... Now, put your hands behind your back!"
I tied John's hands tightly with the plastic string and told him to wait as I went upstairs.
There are three rooms upstairs: one is the master bedroom, and the other two are used for storing my and my husband's personal belongings.
From the stack of clothing cases in the room, I took out black lace lingerie and garter stockings and put them on... These were given to me by the dominant women...
I hesitated about what to wear on top, but I decided on a tight skirt that clearly showed my hip line and paired it with a blue blouse.
It looked like the style of an office lady or a school teacher, but I was satisfied that it was perfect for the punishment.
When I returned to the living room, John was still standing as he was when I left.
I made John sit on the floor in a formal kneeling position and I sat on the sofa.
As I slowly spread my legs in front of John, he glanced at them but quickly returned his gaze to my face, trying to hold back.
"It's okay... you can look... you wanted to see, didn't you?" I said in a gentle voice.
John peeked at my crotch... Although I couldn't spread my legs wide because of the tight skirt, he could definitely see the garter stockings and black panties...
When I stood up and turned around, sticking out my hips wrapped in the tight skirt towards John, he leaned forward... He first sniffed my butt, then rubbed his cheeks against it, moving his head from side to side.
When I straightened up and moved my butt away from John's face... he leaned forward even more... When I looked back, he was looking up at me with a longing expression... so cute...
This time, I faced forward... lifted my skirt to my waist, and showed him my panties and garter. Through the lace, he could see my pubic hair... When John brought his nose closer, I pulled my hips back and escaped... He looked up at me with pleading eyes...
"Hmm? What's wrong? What? Tell me," I said, remembering the 'method' of the dominant women.
"I want to smell it. I want to smell your... your pussy... Please let me smell it..."
"Alright." When I brought my hips closer, John pressed his nose against me with a happy expression.
"Is just smelling enough for you? Don't you want to see it directly... or lick it?"
"I want to... I want to see it... I want to lick it... Please show me... Please let me lick it."
"Alright... but first... stand up!"
I made John stand up and took off his pants and underwear.
As I expected, his penis was fully erect.
"Amazing... it's so hard," I said, looking at it, and it seemed to get even harder.
"Today, you can't masturbate because your hands are tied." When I said that, John looked down at his crotch for the first time.
With a confused expression, I whispered in his ear...
"I'm a lesbian... so I won't do it with any man other than my husband... If only you were a girl..." John looked like he was about to cry.
"John... what will you do? Will you become a girl... If you become a girl... I'll take good care of you."
"I-I will... I'll become a girl..." John said desperately.
"Alright... then, what will your girl name be...?"
That's all for today... John, think of a girl's name for yourself...
John, do you prefer the dominant Emily or the submissive Emily...? If you like this Emily... tell me your favorite play... I'll adapt it in my own way... and make you come a lot...
Ah... even though I said that's all for today because I hadn't decided on a name... my imagination is running wild...
Making John come with my stockinged feet... making him lick the semen off my feet...
Taking John's anal virginity... pressing my messy pussy against his face while he's lying down...
