by D. L. Savage
Tony was just thankful now, thankful that Bethany had forced him to explore this strange, brand new, sexy side of himself.
He looked at the clock on his computer screen. It was a little after seven in the evening. Less than six hours to go until Bethany ‘taught him a lesson’, whatever that meant …
His body positively ached with anticipation and his cock twitched and swelled.
He was dressed back in his regular ‘guy’ clothes now, which seemed so loose and boring in comparison to the secret package of items that Bethany had sent over.
And Tony found himself yearning for the time when he could dress up again like that, his tingling flesh clad in the tightest, sluttiest outfits imaginable. Hopefully it would be soon, very soon indeed …
* * *
Tony knocked timidly on the door to Bethany's dorm room. There was a pause, then the door opened just a crack, behind which Tony could see Bethany's thin pretty face. Her eyes narrowed as they darted up and down the empty corridor behind him, obviously checking that no one had seen him arrive. Then she opened the door and gestured for him to step inside.
The first thing Tony noticed about Bethany's room was the smell. Unlike his and Mike’s dorm, which often reeked of pungent unwashed socks and dirty towels and junk food containers and cum rags, Bethany's place actually smelled nice. The overriding scent was of perfume, but there was something else too: a kind of spicy, burning-candle smell that Tony found himself enjoying.
The room was dimly lit — the only light coming from a small bedside lamp and, over on a dresser, a pink, undulating lava lamp. There was music playing too, softly: something electronic, with a low, insistent beat. And Tony realized that Bethany must live alone: there was only a single bed – no chance of an annoying roommate bursting in on her.
Tony turned around. Bethany was dressed in tight black yoga pants and the smallest little vest top with seemingly no bra beneath it. He could just about make out the hard little points of her nipples too, and the shape of her small pert breasts. She looked fucking hot, as usual, and he felt his cock tingling.
“Did you bring everything I asked, slut?” Bethany hissed.
Tony nodded, feeling a pang of nerves in his tummy. It felt so weird to hear her actually call him ‘slut’ in person too, not just by email. It made things seem more real somehow. He liked it.
“And are you clean? Did you shower?”
Again Tony nodded. He could feel his mouth losing moisture and his heart absolutely pounding, his own heartbeat booming in his ears. He was trembling and nervous; he’d never felt more vulnerable ... or excited.
“Okay, get undressed,” Bethany said.
Tony gulped.
If you hadn’t already guessed by now, Tony was still technically a virgin, which meant he’d never been naked in the presence of a woman before …
“What are you waiting for, slut?” Bethany said, her voice growing louder and more annoyed. “Take off those fucking clothes, this instant!”
“Y-yes mistress …” Tony stammered.
As he said it, his heart lurched. Had he really just called her that, out-loud? He shot Bethany a nervous glance and felt a flood of relief when he saw her pretty mouth curl into a thin, nasty smile.
“Mistress?” she repeated, rolling the word around on her tongue, licking her full, glossy lips. “Mistress … I like that. I like that a lot.”
Tony grinned as he began to get undressed. It felt good to give himself up to Bethany like this, to relinquish himself completely to his strict and cruel young mistress. He wanted nothing more than to do whatever she said now, whatever she wanted of him. He was her dirty little slut …
Soon he was naked. His instinct was to cup his cock and balls with his hands, in order to preserve his modesty, but he reminded himself that Bethany had seen it all before, on cam. And so he stood up as straight and proud as he was able, and put his hands behind his back. He glanced down at his cock, which looked so small. It had shriveled up, not from the cold, but out of his overriding fear and nervousness.
Bethany took a few steps forwards until she was facing him, then slowly looked him up and down, nodding to herself, licking her glossy lips, her blonde hair shining and glinting, her small breasts rising and falling slightly with each breath she took, her nipples extremely hard and prominent now beneath the flimsy white lycra of her vest.
“Lift up your arms,” she commanded, and Tony did exactly as he was told.
She brought her head forward, to inspect the freshly-shaved skin, finally free of those pathetic wispy tufts of hair that usually grew from Tony’s armpits. Then she sniffed, too, nodding to herself.
“Good,” she said, more to herself than to Tony. “Very good.”
Next she knelt down, so her face was in line with Tony’s groin. She reached out and took the tip of his tiny, half-hard dick in her thin fingers, and lifted it up, to get a better view of his small, pathetic nut sack that he’d been so careful to shave too, so that it was no longer covered with its usual fuzz of blonde-y brown hair. All that was left now were the blonde curls of the patch of hair above his little dick. Again, she brought her face forward, right up to his balls, and took another long sniff, again nodding to herself.
“Turn around,” she commanded.
Tony did as he was told.
“Now bend over and spread your ass.”
Tony bent forward, feeling a deep pang of embarrassment. He’d tried shaving his asshole in the shower too, but didn’t know how good or bad a job of it he’d done. He’d never even really seen his asshole up close before, and now here was the hottest, sexiest girl in the whole of the college demanding to see it! He reached behind and spread his cheeks wide.
There was a long pause, and he heard Bethany take another deep sniff.
“Very good,” she said, quietly. “Okay, now lie down on the bed, on your back, and spread your legs. I think I’m gonna give you a Brazilian!”
“Yes mistress,” Tony whimpered, his body shivering, overcome with utter anticipation and excitement.
He moved quickly over to her bed, climbed up onto it, and adopted the position she’d demanded of him. She approached with a tub of wax, a spatula and some strips of material.
Tony gulped and held his breath as Bethany got to work, first dolloping the cold gloopy waxy liquid onto his groin, around the edges of his blonde fuzzy pubic hair and working it back and forth with the spatula. Next he felt her placing the strips of material in place, pressing them hard into his groin until they bound with the wax, nice and tight. It was such a strange feeling. He closed his eyes, savoring the delicious pause and then … OUCH!
She ripped the first of the strips away with such force, it caused Tony to yelp loudly.
He’d never felt such pain like it before.
His mind fizzed white for a moment, from the sheer intensity of it.
“Keep still,” Bethany growled.
Tony kept himself as still as he could as she took hold of the second strip. Another pause and then … YANK!
His brain flooded once more with white hot pain and he cried out again.
“There. Much better!” Bethany giggled, a warmth that Tony had never heard before entering her voice for a brief moment.
He peered down between his legs. The skin around his groin was red-raw, but he had to admit, she’d done a pretty good job! The hair that was left was now in a thin sexy little ‘landing strip’ shape, leading down to his tiny cock and shaved, smooth pink balls. Even though he had a dick, there was actually something rather feminine and delicate, something small and pretty and cute about his junk, Tony thought.
“Can you do my eyebrows too?” he murmured, looking at his strict mistress, pleadingly.
At this her mouth curled into a smile.
“All in good time,” she replied coldly. “All in good time …”
* * *
That night, Bethany gave Tony the full 101 crash course in ‘how to be a girl’. After giving him the Brazilian wax and getting him to dress u
p in more of her clothes — this time in a sexy electric blue thong and bra set (which she too padded with toilet paper), completing the outfit with a tight fitting pair of leggings and a little white crop top vest that matched hers — Bethany took him over to her dresser and got him to sit down at it, so that she could stand behind him and show him how to apply make up correctly; first foundation, then blusher, then lipstick and eyeliner, all accentuating the already-feminine features of his slim face.
“Fuck, you’re actually looking pretty hot,” she murmured as she applied his makeup, and Tony felt an intense flush of pride as he watched his new girly face emerge in the mirror before him.
Once his makeup was applied, she put the black wig on him, taking absolutely ages to adjust it and comb it, finally tying it up at the back in a high sporty ponytail.
Tony grinned. He had never felt happier, dressed in these tight-fitting clothes, his cock and balls so snug beneath the thong, his pretty features looking so sexy and feminine in the mirror.
“You can take these home with you if you want,” Bethany cooed, making him a little collection of his own make up, as if she was talking to one of her actual female friends. “But you promise me you’ll practice putting it on yourself?”
Tony nodded eagerly, enjoying the feeling of his ponytail swishing around behind him as he moved his head. Then his face dropped a little, the smile disappearing from his newly-glossed lips as a strange sadness took over him for a moment.
“What’s the matter?” Bethany asked tenderly.
“I- I don’t know,” Tony murmured. “I’m just having such a good time finally learning how to be a girl, I’ll be sad when tonight is over …”
He felt such a rush of relief to begin to give voice to at least a little of the strange, conflicting feelings that he had been experiencing recently. It was true. He had to admit it: he was really and truly enjoying himself.
“Oh, don’t worry, tonight’s only just beginning,” Bethany said, an element of that cold cruelty that Tony also enjoyed once more returning to her voice, her sharp features narrowing into a mean-spirited grin.
“However do you mean?” Tony asked, timidly.
“Well, I’ve got a date coming over, and you my little slut are going to learn, first-hand, just how to please a man …”
Bethany looked like she was about to say something else, but before she could she was interrupted by a loud knock on the door to her room. Both Tony and Bethany jumped up in surprise.
“Fuck, he’s early,” she muttered. “Okay, come here … Quick …”
She jumped to her feet and ran over to a large fitted closet in the corner of the room, yanking the door open. Tony followed her over.
“Get in here,” she hissed.
Tony did as he was told, stepping into the slightly musty-smelling closet, positioning himself amongst the long girly winter coats and old pairs of boots and shoes.
“Now watch closely, slut …” Bethany whispered with a grin. “Because this is exactly how you please a man …”
Tony nodded obediently, shivering with anticipation as Bethany closed the closet door on him, but making sure it remained just enough open for him to peep through, giving him a perfect view of the door and, of course, her bed.
Tony gulped, watching as she strutted sexily back towards the door, her perfect ass looking so fucking hot beneath her tight black spandex yoga pants. Tony thought about the thong she must be wearing beneath it, knowing now exactly how that felt, his own thong feeling so tight and snug, his own yoga pants perfectly fitting his ass and legs.
“Hey baby,” Bethany cooed, opening the door to reveal Troy Baker — the star quarter back of the football team. “Come on in …” And the voice she used with Troy, Tony realized, was very different than the strict sharp way she spoke to him. No, he was seeing a whole new side to Bethany Turner tonight, and he realized that she was able to change her personality to suit the occasion … Was this part of the lesson she was teaching me? Tony wondered. Was this one of the tricks he could use too, to become a sexy girl?
Troy, strutted into the room, tall and muscular. He was African-American, handsome, built, fashionable, confident, and of course all the girls lusted after him. His dark skin gleamed in the dim light of Bethany's room and Tony found himself feeling a strange flutter of lusty excitement as he gazed out, longingly, not just at Bethany but at Troy too …
* * *
Bethany turned her back to Troy, pressing play on her stereo, the room filling with the sexy sultry sounds of an r’n’b song. And from his place in the closet, Tony could watch Troy taking a good long look at Bethany's sexy butt, so clearly defined in those tight black yoga pants.
Next she began to dance, moving her hips and ass in time to the beat, and Tony could just about make out the swollen lips of her pussy; two soft bulges beneath the slinky black fabric of her pants.
“Sit down,” Bethany cooed, nodding to the chair near her dresser, and Troy flopped down into it, mesmerized by this erotic private performance she was giving him.
Without missing a beat, Bethany squatted down, pushing her pants down over her toned thighs, then further, past her calves, uncovering her bare tanned skin beneath and a silky purple g-string — even tinier than the thong Tony was wearing. He gazed at the taught little string at the back, slipping between her buttocks, and wondered if Bethany enjoyed the feeling of the fabric rubbing against her butthole as much as he did.
She gracefully stepped out of her pants, then she pulled herself to her feet once again, turning and kind of pirouetting on the spot, pulling her flimsy little vest top up and over her head, then shaking her lovely blonde hair free, letting the top fall to the floor in one smooth motion.
She was dressed only in those tiny purple panties and now, and Tony noted that her little nipples were once again so hard and stiff, pointing out prominently from her small pert breasts in tight, swollen buds.
He could feel his cock swelling in his own panties now, growing hard but still pressed snug and tight against his smooth round balls, and he had to bite his lip to stop himself letting out an involuntary groan.
Fuck, Tony wasn’t even touching himself, and yet he was getting so freaking turned on by the scene unfolding before him! And he realized that it wasn’t just from seeing Bethany's sexy nude body again either. No, this time, what was turning Tony on the most was that he was kind of putting himself in Bethany's position as much as he was able, trying to imagine just what it felt like to be her, with those pert little titties and hard swollen nipples, that tight pussy and ass covered only by the silky purple fabric of her g-string.
Bethany turned, so that she had her back to Troy for a moment and was facing the gap in the closet, where she knew that Tony was hiding, and Tony watched her mouth curl into a lusty, kinky grin. She slipped her hand into her panties for a moment, her eyes closing in pleasure as she obviously found her clit, and then she pulled her hand back out again, letting it move up over her tummy, graze over her right breast then fall back down by her side. Then she winked, just once, directly at Tony, before turning and once more padding back over to Troy, who was slumped in the chair, his legs spread wide, his mouth hanging open with lust at the incredibly hot private show Bethany was giving him.
When Bethany reached the chair, she dropped to her knees as she began fumbling with Troy’s belt and jeans. Realizing what was happening, Troy too quickly began opening his pants and freeing up his long black cock and big swollen balls.
Tony gasped when he saw it, he couldn’t help himself. It was even bigger than Bethany's dildo — surely nine inches at least, and he had to admit, it looked absolutely delicious. Again, the insatiable urge to suck cock flooded through Tony’s brain. Fuck. He would have given absolutely anything to be in Bethany's position right then, knelt before Troy’s big hot cock, ready to take it in her pretty, glossy little mouth.
“Oh, Troy baby!” Bethany murmured, her pretty eyes widening and a mischievous grin spreading across her lips.
She opened her lips wide, taking the shaft in her hand, her fingers not even gripping halfway round its girth, then began kissing and nuzzling the very tip of his dick, sighing softly as she did so, her eyes closed in deep girly pleasure.
Again, from his place in the closet, Tony found himself imagining just what that might feel like: the heat of Troy’s skin on his lips and tongue, the sweaty musky manly taste … And as he imagined the sensations, he felt his cock throbbing and tingling once more, the way he imagined Bethany's pussy lips and clit were probably throbbing and tingling too, growing engorged with blood, and getting so slick and moist with her juices beneath those silky purple panties.
Bethany parted her mouth wider, and in the closet Tony did the same, imagining that it was him kneeling between Troy’s parted muscular thighs, and then with a final breathy gasp, Bethany let the whole of Troy’s cock head slide into her mouth.
Bethany groaned quietly, her eyes closing in pleasure and delight as she began to suck, bobbing her head gently backwards and forwards, working her lips back and forth over the throbbing swollen shiny black head of Troy’s dick, the fingers of her left hand stroking and pumping his shaft, her other hand moving first to her breast, toying her rock-hard little nipple for a moment, before sliding down further, over her silky purple panties.
From the closet, Troy watched Bethany tug the gusset of her purple thong to one side, giving him a brief flash of her dark pubic hair and those swollen pink pussy lips, which were so wet with her own juices they were glittering and shiny, and then her fingers began to work at her pussy and clit, toying her wet cleft in tight little circles as she groaned with animal pleasure, her breath shivering and trembling in delighted little gasps as she continued to suck and nuzzle on Troy’s huge black throbbing cock.
With a shiver of delight, Tony realized that Bethany was almost coming; she was working herself up slowly but surely into a frenzy, squatting there in front of this hunky football player, her sucking and breathing becoming quicker and more intense, the little fingers of her left hand sliding up and down the pulsing shaft of Troy’s big black cock, which was now just as wet and slick and shiny with Bethany's saliva as her pussy was with her own juices.
