Caught in a New Life Pt. 12 - Sex Stories

Caught in a New Life Pt. 12

... nuisance however. The biggest damage was done to Monroe's already shattered ego. He had repeated that stupid mantra so many times that his doubts about what him getting turned on by the pantyhose only grew.

"Good, that will do for a baseline, but you still have a lot of improving to do. Now remember, whenever I say mantra! You repeat your lines and you better do just as good as you did just now, just as good or better that is. Next time you fail to meet my standards, you won't just have to repeat it, but you'll get punished as well. We'll start at five spanks and we'll ramp up for further transgressions from there. If you fail to improve at a reasonable pace you'll get punished as well. Now let's head down shall we? I'm starving, oh and mantra!" Ms. Thompson laid down the rules with a big mean smile.

With a loud groan Monroe repeated his mantra, just the way he had done before as he walked off down stairs, much to his relief he earned a nod of approval. His gait was slowly starting to have a natural mince to it, the hobble skirts had kept his steps small, the under arms sticking out from his sides for balance like Ms. Thompson had taught him, were a trick he kept using thanks to the ever increasing heel height, and now with his corset keeping his back straight his posture was quite good as well. She was pretty convinced that at this rate he would be mincing with the best without even needing to be taught.

The remainder of the day, just like yesterday was spent with ...

... Ms. Thompson, cooking, cleaning, washing working out on the treadmill. He never even saw his wife and wile she mostly used him for his tongue and service at this point, he sorely missed her nonetheless. Serving her and having sex with her even if it was just oral sex without reciprocation was infinitely better than being under the strict unyielding command of Ms. Thompson all the time. With all the chores and orders he had to put up with he felt more like a live in maid than the owner of this house, but the constant treat to his balls and ass kept him in line.

Ms. Thompson had had a blast having him repeat his mantra over and over again through out the day, often at the most inopportune times to ensure he would really start to think of himself as the big pansy he was constantly exclaiming to be. The more damage she could do to his ego the better as it made him so much meeker and easy to handle. The more he thought that he was that great big pansy the less fight he would try to resist when he was treated like one.

Whenever he was walking, and especially when he was on the treadmill during her workout she made him repeat it over and over again. The combinations of his hose covered legs rubbing together, making his cage grow painfully tight, combined with him exclaiming how much the feeling of his nylon legs rubbing together excited him and how that made him a great big pansy was devastating to his oh so fragile ego. Every repeat made his doubts rise to the point where he ...