Haunting humiliation. (Patreon)

The following in an entirely fictional story with supernatural themes. All characters are of age and depicts fetish themes acts of a sexual nature.

Haunting Humiliation. (femdom, humiliation, sissy, supernatural)

Jack Mcintyre was one of the best real estate agents in the business, at least that’s what he called himself. There was no denying he was good. He was confident, well spoken, eloquent, he was one of those guys who could sell water to a fish. His prowess and reputation had led to him becoming more and more arrogant, more and more cocky, but to him, it didn’t matter. He was the best, after all. Why should he care what anyone else thinks?

June however was pretty much the opposite. She wasn’t a salesperson like Jack, she was merely a surveyor, tasked with heading out to new properties and writing up initial reports before letting the ‘real’ workers have at it. This arrangement suited her just fine, given that she considered herself to be more of a ‘self-sufficient’ worker. She would much prefer to spend her time behind her desk in the office, writing up reports and dealing with acquisition paperwork while mostly being left alone, this meant that she wouldn’t have to deal with her own lack of social skills.

So imagine both of their surprise when they were told they would be working in close proximity to one another for a couple of days.

“What?!” Jack blurted out in shock as his boss, Gregg, had just given him the news. “Why in the hell do I need to go out there with her? She’s the surveyor, what does she need a big strong man to hold her hand or what?”

“It’s not like that, Jacky boy.” Gregg replied, perching on the end of Jack's desk, still as jovial as he always was, the salesman's facade never slipped with Gregg. “I’m sending you up there with her because this is a big deal for this firm. You know that property has had its ‘issues’ in the past, but now that it’s finally ready to go on the market, I wanna get a jump on things. 

“Okay so, so send the lesbian up there by herself and just have her mail the report straight to me after.”

“Her name’s June, Jack, and I need both perspectives on this one asap. You’re gonna go up there with her and give the place a once over from a sales point of view, while June does the survey stuff. I want a listing with a final price on this place by next week. Understand?”

“Fine. But she’s not gonna be happy about it either.” Jack replied, annoyed that his weekend would now be spent babysitting an angry lesbian.

“Haha, you’re right there. Almost tossed her stapler at me when I told her. But she got on board when I told her about the huge bonus I’d be paying if this house gets sold before the end of the quarter.”

“How huge are we talking?” Jack’s interest was suddenly piqued.

“Oh it’s big. Get me the listing ‘Jacky Mac’, you won’t regret it.”

So that was the weekend plans for Jack and June gone out the window. The house in question was a property the company had acquired a long time ago, but due to a lot of weird happenings it had never been listed. Before long, rumours began to spread of the house being haunted, which of course did nothing for its saleability factor. 

Jack headed over to June’s desk early on Friday morning, before they were both due to leave. He decided to dial up his charm a little, see if he could get at least a shred of normal humanity out of the icy woman who he would be stuck with.

“Hey there roomy!” Jack said, leaning over June’s desk as he greeted her. She looked up from her work with the same unreadable expression she always had.

“Hello Jack.” She replied simply, before returning her attention back to the email she was writing. 

“So, you ready for our big sleepover weekend or what?” 

“I’d hardly call it a sleepover, Jack. We’re two people going to survey a house, except only one of us is a surveyor. So one of us will be surveying, while the other one wanders around acting clueless.” 

Jack was trying to keep cool, but June’s attitude didn’t make it easy.

“Oh come on, June, gimme some credit. I’ve sold more houses in the last six months than anyone else here.”

“Yes, you have. But it was my reports that got people through the door in the first place, but I wouldn’t expect you to acknowledge the subtle nuances of careful price-pointing.”

“Yeah yeah, great. All good stuff I’m sure. Are we doing this or what?” He had had enough of June’s attitude, and knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his cool if he let this conversation go on any longer.

So a little over half an hour later, Jack and June were driving through the wrought iron gates up to the ‘haunted’ house they needed to sell.

“Wow, this place actually has wrought iron gates.” Jack said as their taxi slowly crawled up the gravel driveway. “All it needs is a burnt tree stump and a loud crow cawing and it would look like a perfect horror movie set, ha.” He looked to June, but saw that she wasn’t listening to him at all. His humour was clearly wasted on her.

The house looked a lot better than it did in the photos, clearly some money had been spent on getting the place ready to sell. Although the outer walls still looked a little dilapidated, the interior had all been cleaned up perfectly, and the old place didn’t seem all that creepy anymore.

Jack and June stood in the foyer, looking around at a large, open staircase with a chandelier hanging above.

“Wooww. This is nice. Shouldn’t be too hard for Jacky Mac to sell this place.” Jack said, marvelling at the entranceway.

“Did you seriously just refer to yourself in the third person?” June asked, rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, what of it?”

“Well it’s kind of arrogant, don’t you think?” 

“Whatever, my ‘arrogance’ gets results, so why don’t you go off and write your little report while me, the person who will actually have to sell this place takes, a look around.” 

“Ugh! Fine. You head upstairs and I’ll take a look around, if we frame it right, I’ll bet this place could have a price tag over half a mil. Think you can handle that, Jacky Mac?” 

“Easy. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go get first dibs on a bedroom.” 

Jack marched quickly upstairs, wanting to be done with the conversation as soon as he could. He had already decided to keep interactions with June down to a minimum, given that she was impossible to talk to anyway. He walked casually along the large upstairs hallway, peeking inside different rooms as he went, noticing how the house had already been ‘dressed’. Each room looked lived in, as though it hadn’t been empty for almost a year. There was something that bothered him about the way house was currently being presented though….

“Hey June.” He called down loudly.

“What!” 

“Who dressed this place?”

“What?” 

“Half the rooms are all girly and pink.”

“So what.”

“I’ll bet it was Marie, she loves all this girly shit. It looks like a unicorn threw up in here.”

“Whatever. Can we stop yelling now?” 

“Yeah yeah.” Jack mumbled to himself, going back to his inspection of the upstairs. 

Eventually, Jack threw open the door to what had to be the master bedroom, there was a large four poster bed in the centre of the room, with pink drapes and bedsheets. ‘Girly but comfy looking.’ Jack thought to himself.

Jack decided that of all the rooms he had seen so far, this one looked the most luxurious, so he decided to claim it for himself.  He dropped his bag on the bed, the official symbol ‘dibs’, and proceeded to look around the room. There was a large wardrobe, and a set of drawers, as well as a makeup table and a door leading to an en-suite bathroom. 

Jack opened one of the drawers, shocked to find it filled to the brim with women's panties of all shapes and sizes. He reached down slowly and lifted up a pair of hot pink brief style panties, decorated with lace trim. “Who the hell would actually fill the drawers with this sh-ow!”

As Jack lifted the underwear out of the drawer, he felt a small jolt of something like electricity shoot into his finger, and he could have sworn the panties twitched a little. As he jerked from the shock, he dropped the underwear to the ground.

“What the hell was that?” He muttered to himself. 

Jack bent down to pick up the panties, intending to put them away and close the drawer, but they wriggled away from his hand as he did!

Jack was shocked at what he had just seen, the panties moved on their own. Maybe there was a mouse in there, maybe that’s what bit me? Jack tried to reason with himself, convince himself that what he had just seen wasn’t real. Panties don’t just move on their own!

He reached out again, slowly this time, but as soon as his hands got near, they moved again. The panties actually moved, he was sure of it. There was no way there was anything inside them, he could see perfectly clearly that this pair of women's underwear was somehow moving around all by itself.

“No fucking way.” Jack watched as the underwear seemed to spring to life and begin wriggling towards his foot, causing him to step backwards to avoid them. But they kept coming. Seeming to pick up a little speed, the panties wormed their way across the floor, still acting as though they were chasing Jack's foot. 

“Back off!” He said, taking another step back, but they still kept coming, wriggling their way closer and closer to his foot. Jack retreated backwards a little quicker and with more urgency, only to find himself slamming backwards against the door. “Ow. Shit!” The momentary distraction was enough for the panties to slip inside the bottom of his jeans opening, he felt them brush against his ankle as they slowly started creeping up his leg, beneath the fabric of the jeans.

“Hey! Get outta there.” Jack said, slapping at his legs to try and stop the panties from creeping any further up, but he could barely slow them down. The pink underwear creeped all the way up his leg until Jack felt the silky material caressing his crotch, seeming to spread around his entire private region.

“Fuck this!” He said, and quickly yanked open the button and zipper to his jeans, but he was too late. 

Whatever magic had possessed these panties had done its job. Somehow, he was now wearing women's underwear. This was impossible, there was no way he should have been able to be wearing the panties like this without taking off his jeans, and where the hell were his boxers? This was impossible. 

“What the hell are you doing in here?” June's voice came from the doorway, staring as Jack held open his jeans, exposing the fact that he was wearing pink panties.

“June! This isn’t what it looks like.” He said, quickly closing his fly to hide the underwear.

“Ummm, this certainly isn’t what I expected.” June said, almost too shocked for words at the sight of macho Jacky Mac wearing panties. “Figures I would end up stuck in a house with a pervert!”

“Hey! I’m not a pervert, this isn’t what you think.”

“Really, then why are you in panties?” June asked, staring a hole through Jack.

“This is gonna sound crazy, but that drawer there was filled with panties and I picked up a pair-”

“This drawer?” June said, heading over to the drawer and sliding it open, “Cause I don’t see anything in here.” 

“What?! That’s impossible. I swear this drawer was filled with panties a second ago. They came to life and, like, crawled across the floor and up my leg-”

“Oookay sure. The panties were in the empty drawer, came to life and teleported through your jeans so that you were wearing them. If this is your idea of a prank, Jack. It sucks. Do me a favor, if you’re gonna be a pervert, be a quiet pervert. To think I actually came up here because I thought you’d hurt yourself…” June was angrily talking to herself as she walked away from Jack, leaving him in the pink room, staring at the empty drawer that he knew was filled with panties a minute ago.

It didn’t take long for Jack to realize that the panties seemed to be completely stuck! No matter what he tried, he couldn’t remove them. 

“How is this possible?!” He asked the room, looking around for any signs of a prank, a hidden camera, anything that would explain how this had happened. He found nothing. He was stuck in panties for the time being, but what’s worse was, he could still feel as though there was life in them. They seemed to shift and move in an unnatural way, as though they were deliberately stroking him, teasing him….it wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

Jack had to put that out of his mind for now, clearly there was something weird about this place. After checking off all the rooms upstairs, he decided to investigate the attic, see if the space up there could be used for anything.

He pulled down a set of folding wooden ladders that led up into the attic and climbed through the small hatch. There wasn’t much up here, a large empty space, a few dusty old boxes and a large something covered up with a sheet.

Jack grabbed the sheet and pulled it out of the way, revealing a large, ornate mirror that was taller than he was. He was staring at himself reflected in the mirror, wondering how the hell it had even got up here, when he noticed something strange.  

The scene behind him looked a little….off. Like everything except his reflection was soft focus. That was when he saw her. A feminine figure behind him in the mirror, fading into existence as though she had appeared from nowhere, he felt a shiver as she approached his reflection from behind. He turned his head to look behind him, but there was nothing in the attic with him. But he could see her there, in the mirror.

A tall woman with dark hair, wearing a form-fitting black catsuit that accentuated her generous curves.

“Don’t worry, boy. I am merely a reflection of my old self.” The woman spoke, and Jack could hear her voice right behind him, as though she really was in the room with him.

“H-how are you doing this? What is this mirror? What’s with the underwear that attacked me earlier? Are you a ghost?”

“Relax, boy. This is my house, my spirit has lingered here for over a decade, trapped in a mirror, cursed to find my amusement from a different plane.” 

“Shit this place really is haunted.”

“Hahahaha.” Her laugh sent a cold shiver down Jack’s spine. “I suppose you could say that.”

“Okay, so how do we get rid of you? Do I have to call a priest here? The power of Christ compels you and all that?”

“Get rid of me? But this is my house! How dare you insult me, boy!”

“Stop calling me boy!” Jack said, starting to get irritated with the spectre’s condescending attitude.

“Hahaha, of course. Would you prefer ‘girl’ instead. After all, you have the underwear for it. Let me see them!” The woman demanded, much to Jack’s annoyance.

“Fuck you, lady. I’m not gonna-” Jack didn’t get to finish his sentence, as soon as he spoke, the woman stepped forward, from her position behind Jack, causing her ghostly figure to pass right through his solid form.

Jack felt a sudden shock of cold air as the ghostly woman stepped right inside his body, and he watched in the mirror as his posture changed slightly and his eyes didn’t look like his own anymore.

“What the hell was that?” He asked, but his hands had just started unbuttoning his jeans without him wanting to. “Aahhh. I’m possessed! Get the fuck out of me, you Bitch!” Jack yelled, struggling to regain control of his limbs. 

“Oh I will.” The voice seemed to come from right inside his own head this time. “Just as soon as I’ve seen what I want.”

Jack’s hands finished clumsily undoing the button and zipper, before allowing the jeans to fall and pool around his ankles, leaving the panties exposed.

“My, my. Such a strong, masculine body in such a delicate, girly pair of underwear, and you’ve only been here a couple of hours. Imagine what you’ll look like tomorrow morning. Hahaha.” Jack’s hand began slowly stroking the front of the panties.

“H-hey. Stop that.” 

“Oh but it’s been so long since I tasted the humiliation of a male. And yours is so delicious, I think I’m going to like having fun with you and your little friend.” One of Jack's hands had crept up his shirt and began tweaking his nipples as the hand at his crotch became more persistent. He was fully erect now and trying hard not to enjoy the feeling so much.

“Oohh.” Jack let out a little moan of pleasure.

“I think you’re liking it. Is this what you want? Do you want to become my little sissy?” 

“No…No never! Please stop that or I think I might…”

“Squirt into your panties? Is that what you’ll do, sissy? Would that be humiliating for you? Because the more humiliated you are, the stronger I become. Hahahah.” 

Jack was interrupted by the sound of June calling up to him.

“Helloooo. Are you done up here, or what? Where are you?”

Jack answered without actually intending to. “I’m just in the attic.” 

“Fuck. Stop it. Let me go. Please don’t let her see me like this?” Jack begged as he felt himself getting closer and closer to orgasm.

“See you again soon, sissy.” And she was gone. The reflection returned to normal and Jack was back in control of his body as he heard the sound of June beginning to ascend the ladder.

He quickly yanked up his pants to hide the panties and fastened them up just as June emerged through the hatch.

“What are you doing up here-Oooh I see. Admiring your panties in the mirror?”

“No! That’s not what I was doing, it’s this house there’s something weird going on.” Jack said, deciding that ‘I was possessed by a ghost lady and forced to pleasure myself in the mirror’ didn’t sound very believable. “Look in that mirror, tell me what you see.” He said, trying to hide the erection that was tenting the front of his pants.

“I can see the mirror fine from here, and all I see is a panty wearing pervert trying to hide a hardon.”

“This isn’t what you think, okay!” Jack wanted to explain, but he knew there was no way she would believe him, he needed proof, and he was going to get it somehow.

“Whatever. Who would have thought, big old macho-man Jacky Mac, secret panty-waist. Wonder what the other girls in the office would think.”

“Grrr! You’ll see. If you weren’t such a dyke then maybe I’d show you what kind of a man I am.” Jack’s masculinity was on the line here, and he wasn’t about to go down without a fight.

“Oh so I’m dyke just because I don’t want to fuck you? Typical misogynistic prick!”

“Wait, so you’re saying you’re not actually gay?” Jack had been certain she had to be.

“No asshole! Not every girl who doesn’t want to jump into bed with you is gay. Now if you’re done being a perv, can we get back to some actual work now? I need to go over some stuff with you.”

“Fine…..Just gimme a sec.”

—

Jack met June downstairs and sat around a small table in one of the many side rooms, just off the main entrance hall. June was talking about room measurements and ceiling height, but he wasn’t really listening. His thoughts were still on the strange apparition that had taken control of him in the mirror, he needed to prove that he wasn’t losing his mind, but how?

“Jack. I said, "Are you hungry?” June interrupted his thoughts.

“Hm? Oh, yeah. Sure.” 

“Good, I feel like pizza, I’ll order us one to share with some fries.”

Jack felt like arguing the fact she didn’t actually ask him if he wanted pizza, but after what she had seen, he needed to stay on her good side.

So, a short while later, they were sitting around eating pizza, June was typing on her laptop in between bites, not really paying attention to Jack at all. Which suited him just fine, because for the last five minutes, the panties that he was currently stuck in had sprung to life, shifting and caressing his entire crotch region. He was trying his best not to let it distract him, but given that he was already at full erection, he was fighting a losing battle.

“Hey, panty-boy.” June spoke up, drawing Jack’s attention. “While you were up in the attic earlier did you notice if the whole of the floor was boarded or just the section where you were playing sissy in the mirror?” 

“First of all, don’t call me panty-boy! Second, I already told you it’s because there was something weird about this house, you’ll see. And lastly, y-ohh. Yes, the uh, the whole-mmm- floorspace up there was boarded over.”

“Great.” June replied, eyeing him suspiciously. “The hell is wrong with you? And why are you hard…again?”

“It’s this underwear…I think they’re cursed or something. I know it sounds crazy but it’s the only explanation. It’s like they’re…stroking me.”

“So next time, buy a pair that fits! We haven’t even been here one night and already I’ve seen your hardon way more than I ever wanted to.”

“I didn’t buy this pair! And there won’t be a next time.”

“Whatever you say, panty boy.”

Jack finished eating and decided that June was still terrible company. “Alright, I’m going to take a shower and watch a movie in bed or something.” 

“Okay. Don’t forget a clean pair of panties.” 

“Fuck off!” 

Jack headed straight into his en-suite bathroom and stripped off everything but the panties, which still refused to budge.

‘Am I going crazy?’ He thought as he looked in the small mirror above the sink. As if in response to his question, the scene behind him in the mirror fogged up and the same woman’s face from before appeared behind him.

“Hello again, sissy.” 

“You again!” Jack gasped. “What do you want? Can’t you leave me alone?”

“Why would I leave you alone, when you’re clearly having so much fun wearing my panties.” The woman stepped closer behind Jack as she spoke, and he felt the familiar stroking that he had felt many times earlier.

“S-stop that! You’ve been teasing me and touching me ever since I got stuck in these-Ohhh, please.”

“There you go. Doesn’t that feel good, hm?” Jack didn’t want to admit, but of course he was incredibly aroused after all the teasing he endured so far.

“See, sissy. It doesn’t have to be all bad. You give me what I want, and I can make you feel good.” The apparition said as her hand stroked Jack faster and faster, completely un-impeded by his clothing.

“Ohh, yes…But I don’t know what you want!” Jack moaned.

“Of course you do. Humiliating, controlling and subjugating males is what fuels me. I’m going to humiliate you, embarrass you, control you, and if you’re a good little bitch for me, maybe you’ll get to enjoy some of it. Now…cum for me!” The last three words were spoken as though they were a command, and given that her hand had never stopped stroking, Jack had no choice but to obey.

“Ohhh. God. Yessss.” He moaned in pleasure as he filled the underwear with his seed.

When Jack had finished with his climax, she spoke again. “See, if you play along like a good little bitch-boy, this could be fun for you. Now I think you’d better shower off. I don’t want my sissy running around in sticky panties all night. Hahahahahaaaa……” Her laughter faded out along with her image in the mirror. 

The realization of what had just happened was now settling in for Jack. He had just allowed himself to be jerked off into a pair of panties, while this ghostly woman told him outright that she was planning on humiliating and dominating him as much as possible while he was in this house….What the hell was he gonna do?

—

Jack discovered, much to his relief, that he was finally able to remove the panties before he hopped in the shower. When he was cleaned off, he headed back into the bedroom, wrapped in a towel, and sat on the bed. He decided to take out his laptop and find a movie to watch while laying in bed, hoping that the ghostly woman was done for the night.

His first problem arose when he opened his bag to find some underwear to wear to bed. “Where th fuck are my boxers?!” He asked out loud. He knew he had packed a couple of pairs to last him the weekend, but they were nowhere to be seen. He had a feeling he knew who was behind it. Jack looked anxiously at the drawer that had contained the panties earlier, deciding not to go anywhere near it, instead opting to sleep naked. The childlike instinct that told him he was safe under the covers was in full effect as he settled into bed with his movie. 

About half way through the film, Jack felt his right foot get tangled up in the soft fabric of the pink bedding, he gave a little kick with his foot, but the smooth material seemed to cling to him. Soon after, he felt the same thing happen to his left foot. He swiped his legs left and right. But the silky material seemed to cling to him wherever he went.

“What the f-” Jack threw the covers aside to see what the hell was happening and saw two, long black, silky snakes that seemed to be trying to swallow his feet. “Are those…Stockings?!”

Two black stockings had somehow slithered their way into his bed and had begun inching their way over his feet and ankles, and were now working their way up his legs. Jack reached down with his hands to stop them, but they were so tight against his skin that they slipped straight under his fingers and continued until they were firmly affixed in place, half way up his upper thighs. 

Of course, Jack tried to remove them, only to find that they wouldn’t budge. “Fine!” He said out loud, throwing the covers back over himself and trying to ignore the soft feeling of the stockings on his legs. The problem with that of course, was that whenever he tried to adjust his position in the bed, the stockings would slide against one another, or glide across the sheets and the alien sensation would distract him. It wasn’t unpleasant either.

After much tossing and turning in bed, Jack was finally able to get to sleep, ignoring the arousing sensations caused by the stockings. When he woke up the next morning, something was off.

Jack’s eyes opened slowly, the first thing he noticed was the presence of his morning wood, but even that was a little off. He made to reach his hand down to check what the strange feeling was, but found that he couldn’t. Both his hands had been to the corners of the bed posts!

Jack looked up in shock, seeing a pair of pink stockings wrapped tightly around his wrists, securing his hands to opposite sides of the bed. 

“How the hell-” Memories of the day before came flooding back to Jack’s groggy mind, and then he realized what the strange sensation at his crotch and waist was. He had somehow been put back into a pair of panties while he slept. He couldn’t even move his hands to pull back the covers to see what they looked like. After struggling for a couple of minutes, he threw his head back against the pillow in frustration and waited.

…..And waited.

Jack wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but he could hear June moving around somewhere down the upstairs hallway, no doubt exiting her own bedroom, ready to start the day.

“....Call her.”

“Aaah!” Jack almost jumped out of his skin at the sound of the ghostly voice, worsened by the appearance of the woman from the mirror, sitting on the bed near his feet. He noticed how the bed didn’t move or indent in any way where the woman was sitting. As though she weighed absolutely nothing, not even enough to crease the sheets.

“How are you here? I thought you lived in the mirror!” Jack said, aghast.

“I did, but I seem to be getting stronger, thanks to you. Now call your friend. Let her see what mess you’ve gotten yourself into this time.”

“Not a chance! She already thinks I’m a pervert. I’m not gonna drag her in here to see me like this.”

“Fine. But you won’t get free otherwise. How long until you need the bathroom? How long until your friend thinks there’s something wrong and comes in here looking for you anyway? You may as well get it over with and call her now.”

Jack didn’t want to admit it, but the ghost was right. He had already realized that he couldn’t break free on his own, and June wouldn’t let him waste the day in bed. Hell, she probably already had a list of tasks to complete. 

Knock, knock “Jack, are you awake? Come on hurry up and get dressed. The weather's good this morning and I wanna check out the grounds.” Knock, knock

“Do it!” The woman said.

“Uhhh, June.” Jack called back through the door.

“What?”

“I need your help with something, and it’s kind of embarrassing, just don’t freak out okay.” 

“What the hell did you do this time?”

“Look, it wasn’t me. Just get in here and you’ll see what I’m talking about.” Jack replied, hoping that June would simply enter the room, see the ghost that had been tormenting him, and then she would know that he wasn’t some pervert like she thought.

“Ugh, fine. But I swear to god if you’re-” June’s sentence was lost to the room as she entered and saw Jack’s predicament. “How the hell did you manage that?”

“Now do you see what I mean? I told you this place is haunted! You see it now, right?” But if June could see the woman perched on the bed next to Jack, she didn’t acknowledge her at all. 

“Jack, I told you to knock it off with the haunted crap, didn’t I? If this is your idea of a prank, it sucks. Now untie yourself and get dressed!”

“She can’t see me, Jack.” The ghost said as one of her hands reached towards Jack’s crotch. He felt a cold touch on his cock as her fingers passed straight through the fabric of the bedding to begin their fondling.

“June wait!” Jack called, stopping June from leaving the room. “Please. I swear, I really can’t get out. Can you please just loosen one of my wrists before you go.”

“Fine, but don’t try anything weird, okay. Are these stockings? How the hell did you even tie yourself so tight?” June said, examining the knots at the closest wrist to her.

“I woke up like this. I ‘hah!’ I told you there was something we-heird going on here-Ohh.” The apparition’s movements had sped up at Jack’s cock, she was actively stroking him up and down now, with no movement of the blankets whatsoever as she did.

“If you say so.” June said, not paying attention as she tried to undo one of the knots in the stockings.

Jack’s sexually charged mind couldn’t help but notice how nice June’s boobs looked from this angle in the white vest top she was wearing for the morning. This didn’t help his situation beneath the sheets, and he could feel another orgasm being pulled out of him.

Jack looked down at the sinister smile on the face of the woman who was stroking his cock and begged her to stop. He did not want June to be here while the ghost forced him to cum in his panties. Thank god June couldn’t see beneath the sheets!

“S-stop that!” He said out loud.

“Stop what, I’m trying to get you out of this ridiculous situation you got yourself in.”

“I know, I wasn’t-” Jack almost said he wasn’t talking to her, but that would only raise more questions and make him seem more crazy, so he bit his tongue instead.

“There, done. You can do the other arm yourself.” 

The hand that was stroking his cock stopped right before he was about to explode, and the face of the woman who had been teasing him changed, her eyebrows raised high on her forehead as though she had just had a great idea.

Jack watched, pleading silently with his eyes as the ghost brought her hands up to the top of the bed sheets, just as June was turning to leave the room. 

In a swift motion, she yanked her hands downwards, throwing the cover clear of the bed and exposing Jack to the room. At the sound of the cover hitting the floor, June turned around to see what Jack was wearing.

She stared wide eyed at the sight of her colleague laying there, wearing black stockings with matching panties and garter belt, with a massive erection clearly tenting the front of his panties. 

With his other wrist still attached to the bedpost, all Jack could do was roll awkwardly to one side in order to avoid June’s Glare.

“Pfft. Wow, real nice, Jack. Fucking pervert.” June added the last two words under her breath as she turned and walked away.

“Hahahahaha. Aww, Could you imagine if you had cum right then? Want me to finish you off?” The woman said.

“No! I want you to fuck off and stop this!”

“....Not a chance, sissy. I’ll see you later.” The apparition faded out once again, leaving Jack to struggle his way out of the remaining stocking.

End part 1