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An Acceptable Dick!

Written By Tina Majors Concept by Devin Dickie

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***DEVIN DICKIE NOTE***
All characters are OVER 18 years of AGE! This is a bullying fantasy and not real. The acts in the following written work are only consensual sexual choices and fantasy humiliation scenarios.
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An Acceptable Dick

By Tina Majors

Chapter One

So, here’s the thing about me... I know what I like and how I like it too. I’ve been like this since I was a child, marking out the exact type of Barbie I wanted and not settling for anything less. As I prepared to leave high school and go to college, I set my mind firmly on the right school, Ivy League of course, and nothing was going to stop me from achieving my dreams in that area either. The same applied for my career and should go some

way to explaining why I am now running my own investment fund with great success.

Does this sound intimidating?

Well, whatever, I’m all about setting and achieving clear goals. Afterall, we only live once, don’t we? The one area where I had up until not so long ago been struggling with, had been in settling down into a long-term relationship with a partner who could... handle me.

I mean there was the very obvious factor that I was smart, successful, and more often than not richer than most of the guys I dated. Most guys, especially if they had aspirations to be the alpha, ended up getting bogged down in their own hang-ups and petty jealousies. This was far from perfect – but there was something else too, another factor to consider...

I was hot, like seriously smoking hot.

This isn’t me being big headed or arrogant, I’m just being honest. The evidence was there, more often than not literally staring at me in the face. Guys just couldn’t stop themselves from checking me out. It didn’t matter if I was in a place of work, hanging out and sipping on an iced latte, or working up a sweat in the gym... their eyes were just drawn to me.

Allow me to paint a picture, make things a little clearer.

I’m 5’5” with a tiny, toned waist that emphasizes my super-well-rounded booty. My legs are curvy, strong, but very flexible and athletic too, a product of many years of yoga and

excelling at track during my time at college. With rich, lustrous dark brown hair that has the natural shine many women pay hundreds of dollars for at a salon, my emerald green eyes and perfectly plump lips are always likely to stand out in the crowd.

Oh wait, I forgot something.

My breasts.

At 34GGG, they’re quite literally a knockout. I mean, for the men lucky enough to be around me naked, it’s been known for my naturally bouncy, wobbling titties to actually hit quite hard when I’m in the mood.

Each and every man I have ever dated has loved them though, and whether it’s been a big, strong alpha male squeezing and sucking on them, or a weak, over-excited little corporate nerd getting over-excited way too quickly... well, it’s simply undeniable how much of a star attraction they are.

So, with another relationship over because of insecurity and jealousy, I couldn’t believe my luck when just a few weeks later I met Todd. Successful in his career as a dentist, with his own burgeoning dental practice and a nice car, Todd didn’t seem bothered that I had my own career, and more cash than him. He definitely wasn’t a classic alpha male in any other sense though...

Exactly my height and with a slender body that showed no evidence of having lifted a single dumbbell or serious weight in his entire life, Todd wasn’t going to be getting any invites to

play on his dental school alumni football team any time soon. Despite his slim frame, he still had a certain softness to his body, his small, soft breasts having unusually large nipples for a man and his ass having a very definitely feminine curve to it.

Added to the fact that he had soft facial features and smart, but fairly long, hair, it wasn’t difficult to see him as being pretty androgenous in his appearance.

His five-inch dick was on the small side in terms of length, but it was the girth that really... set it apart. I mean, seriously, I had seen my share of noodle-dicks in my life, but Todd’s really took the biscuit.

It was just so thin, so wimpy, and the complete and absolute opposite of what any self-respecting size queen would go for.

Not that necessarily had to be a problem for me, but I’ll say more about that later. In brief, I evaluated Todd’s little wiener as an acceptable dick, rather than an ideal one.

Anyway.

Since Todd had entered my life, the dates piling up quickly and, despite his little dick, going very well indeed, it began to look very much like he could be a keeper. Todd was crazy about me, very attentive to my needs and it was even kind of cute when he would spurt his load super-quickly, sometimes pretty

much even if I gave him no more than a quick feel of my naked breasts and long, hard nipples.

Part of me actually seriously enjoyed teasing him.

Pushing him close to the edge, tormenting him with the curves that I knew he was absolutely crazy for. Call me power hungry if you want, but not much beats having a super-keen man to play with.

So much so that I decided to surprise him one evening in bed, not all that long into our relationship really, with a surprise that would show him just how much I was into him too...

Chapter Two

“Hey, what are you doing, I love that necklace!” Todd said, a look of shock on his face as he watched me pick up my twin-ring necklace from the small shelf above my bed and snap the smaller, central ring out. “What gives?”

I laughed.

It was cute to see Todd looking so worried, his panicked expression somehow made a whole lot more amusing by the fact that he was totally naked and less than two minutes fresh from busting his nut, his little dick still semi-hard. I could even still see the wetness around his mouth from where he had loyally worked his tongue as I had ridden his face, making sure I got my standard double-orgasm before I let him inside me.

“Consider this a sign of how much I’m into you, baby,” I said, tossing the old ring to one side and then placing the remaining large ring of the necklace over his dick, giggling at how easily it slid on over his slim cock. “Like, a ritual? You know?”

Todd smiled, a little puzzled but definitely enjoying the fact that I had just told him that I was really into him. It was cute to see his face, blushing slightly, over the moon with

hearing me show this kind of affection for him as I continued to eye-up the size of his dick as I slid the ring up and down the length of his pencil.

Of course, there was more to this than Todd knew.

What the necklace actually represented was my own personal code. The smaller inner ring on the necklace represented the size of my old boyfriend, Steve. Like Todd, he was a decent guy who just so happened to be lacking in the meat department when it came to his dick size.

So what about the larger outer ring?

Well, that represented Antoine’s dick. His long, thick, eleven-inch black dick to be precise. Antoine was my bull, my go-to guy who gave my body everything it needed in the form of rough, firm treatment in bed powered by the kind of body that was enhanced by hours in the gym, but on a more basic level was quite simply a gift from his naturally athletic and dominant DNA.

Was this cheating?

No, not as I saw it. It was simply how I lived my life. As a strong, successful and independent woman, I knew that the world was there for the taking, and if I wanted something, and I mean anything, it was only right that I got it.

I certainly never ran around town, cruising the bars for random guys to hook up with. That wasn’t me at all. I simply had a bull on the side to ensure that my needs were satisfied.

This had ultimately proven too much for Steve, and he had decided to cut his losses and run – but not before I’d pushed him to his limits of course...

Would Todd be able to cope with this arrangement?

My instincts told me that he was different from Steve. I couldn’t quite work out why or how, but something inside me told me that this time, my arrangement might work out. Certainly, watching his dick begin to grow again as I worked the larger ring up and down, my big titties wobbling from side to side as I did, I could see that I was almost hypnotising him...

“Are you going to make another cute little splooge for me?” I teased, reaching with my other hand and pulling on Todd’s nipples, twisting it slightly to apply just the right amount of pain to break him out of his trance. “Don’t forget, we have to be up early tomorrow, I want you to have enough energy in the morning to give me a little tongue service.”

With that, I slapped his dick from side to side and removed the ring, placing the necklace back up on the shelf and having a solid mental note for the kind of size I would need to request when I took it to my jewellers the next day.

“You know, if you think you can’t control that cock of yours, I could always put it in one of those cute little chastity devices?” I said, teasing Todd in a way that I knew he kind of half-hated, but half-enjoyed too. “How does that sound?”

“Very funny,” he said, rolling his eyes and leaning back in bed with his kindle in his hands. “Okay, I’m going to read for a bit and then get to sleep and dream of what lies ahead for me tomorrow morning...”

Of course, I definitely would be getting some oral satisfaction from him when we woke up. But as for what would follow over the course of the rest of the morning, Todd really had no idea at all...

Chapter Three

The mall was surprisingly busy for so early. After waking Todd up to the sight of my shaven pussy hovering over his face and demanding a triple orgasm from him, whether he was half-asleep or not, I was feeling pretty damned good.

Todd wasn’t complaining either. He never did. Well, not about that anyway...

“Jeez, some guys just make it so obvious,” he said, slightly irritated as we walked past a couple of guys, two tall black guys in all-black tracksuits who appeared to be heading to the new gym that had opened up on the other side of the mall. “I mean, put your eyes back in your sockets, right?”

I turned round and felt myself blushing a little as the two men made no secret of the fact they were checking me out, my titties and ass not exactly being downplayed by the tight white t-shirt and skin-tight grey leggings I was wearing that morning.

“Is someone a little... jealous?” I said, assuming Todd would find it funny, or at least play along.

“Hey, I know I can’t exactly... compete... with those guys,” he replied, sounding a little put-out. “I mean, not in all ways anyway.”

“Hey, you’re perfect for me,” I replied, trying to cheer him up, but also kind of meaning it too. “And I’m about to show you that too. In we go.”

Just in time, we arrived at my jeweller, the fabulous boutique Nebulous that my friend Natasha ran.

“Okay, so now I’m intrigued,” Todd said, seemingly over his little sulk and ready to go with whatever it was I had up my sleeve.

Natasha walked over towards us, smiling and loudly greeting us, as was her way of doing things. I could tell Todd was a little taken aback, not to mention struggling to keep his eyes off her.

Let me describe her...

Like me, Natasha was naturally blessed with the kind of breasts that you just cannot truly cover up. She was wearing a red polka dot dress, cut low around her chest and more than putting her two big titties on full display. With her strapless push-up bra working overtime to just try and keep her titties contained, I could practically see the sweat forming on poor Todd’s brow.

In fact, Natasha had the full-on retro glamour look going on, her high heels taking her comfortably above 5’11”, her

imposing stature giving her the kind of presence that I knew intimidated and thrilled Todd in equal measure.

Hey, it even did it for me a little bit too.

“Wow, lovely to see you two,” Natasha said, reaching over to me and hugging me, our titties squeezing up against our bodies as we embraced warmly. “Todd, bring it in!”

With that, Natasha pulled away from me and gave Todd a huge bear hug, almost lifting him off his feet, his face going bright red as she put him down and giggled at how uncomfortable he looked.

“You’ve come in about... the necklace adjustment?” Natasha said, the glint in her eye telling me that she was enjoying this moment. “Don’t worry, I’ve got it all ready to go for you. If you give me the measurements, I’ll pass it over to my team and it should be ready in a day or two. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect, here they are,” I replied, passing her a small note and feeling happy to be getting Todd officially recognised on my necklace. “Oh, wow, is that your new stock?”

I was looking over to the new lingerie section that Natasha had recently developed in partnership with one of her Influencer friends. It was the kind of super sexy, slightly slutty lingerie that is really perfect for those occasions where you want to wow the man... or men in your life.

“Oh, yeah, it’s fabulous,” she replied. “Come on, let’s have a look. It’s fresh in this weekend so you can pretty much have first pick of it. See anything you like, Todd?”

I could see that Todd was feeling really uncomfortable. Natasha’s brazen sexuality was hard enough for him to deal with at the best of times, but when you factored in her talking about her new line of lingerie, it was clearly taking things to the next level of awkwardness for him.

Well, it was just a shame for him that I was feeling so playfully mischievous then...

“Hey, baby, what about these?” I said, holding up a very intricately designed pair of panties that was all string, loops, see-through mesh and exposed cut-outs. “Can you see me in them?”

As I held them up to my hips, I could see his face go bright red, clearly struggling to deal with me in this kind of mood.

Natasha noticed too...

“I think they’re so cute they’d even look good on you too, Toddy,” she giggled, taking the panties from my hands and holding them over his crotch. “Looks like they would be a good fit too? Shall I put you down for two pairs?”

I laughed, knowing that this was exactly the kind of thing Natasha liked doing. She loved putting men to the test, seeing how far she could push them, tease them, probing and testing for any beta weaknesses.

“I, um, errrr, um,” Todd spluttered, not knowing here to look or how to respond.

What I noticed was that he hadn’t attempted to move the panties away, simply standing there as if he had been frozen into position. This was fascinating, very interesting to observe. Most guys would have immediately swatted them away or backed off at the very least. Sure, Natasha was a full-on and intimidating personality, but no alpha, or close to alpha, man would just stand there and accept this.

Todd on the other hand...

“Morgan, it seems like your boyfriend might actually want a pair?” Natasha laughed. “Maybe we should strip him down, make him do a cute little fashion show for us. I’ve got six matching bra and panty sets from this range, plus of course there’s my new lipstick range too!”

That was too far for Todd, who promptly muttered something under his breath and stormed out of the store. Natasha bust out laughing, but despite being intrigued by how the situation had played out, actually felt a little bad for him.

“Looks like I’ve got a sulky little puppy to deal with,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “Text me when the necklace is ready, okay?”

Natasha laughed and waved goodbye.

“I’ll put a little something extra in the package too, just my way of saying sorry to Todd,” she giggled, her unmistakably wicked giggle following me as I left.

If I knew Todd, he was headed straight for Custom Coffee, his favourite spot in the mall. I was sure that I could smooth this situation over with a double shot latte and one of his favourite cookies. I was excited to get my new, updated, and improved necklace back, the last thing I needed was Todd in a bad mood with me.

He didn’t know the real meaning behind the necklace yet, and if and when that came up, I wanted him feeling as secure and happy as I possible could.

Chapter Four

After finding Todd exactly where I thought he would be, I had managed to win him round pretty quickly. I explained that Natasha was just being Natasha... like she was twenty-four-seven with every person she came into contact with.

This wasn’t strictly true of course, she definitely acted a little different around big, tough black guys – but that’s a different story.

Anyway, Todd soon got over his embarrassment and even saw the funny side a little bit too. After coffee and a cookie, we picked up some household items from the bougie new bed and bath store, and then headed home.

“Oh, cool, Sophie is going to be in town next week,” Todd said, reading a message on his phone. “Great!”

“Right, great,” I replied, trying to sound enthusiastic.

Sophie was Todd’s older sister. It wasn’t like she was a bad person or anything, and I knew they got on well, but there was something about her that I just didn’t connect with. I think I felt like she was too overprotective of him maybe?

But, that all being said, we had only met once before when she was in town on business, so perhaps I had judged her too quickly.

“Shall I arrange dinner?” Todd asked, already scanning over his favourite spots. “How about Thai Temple?”

“Sure, that’s perfect,” I said, continuing to make a smoothie, acting a little distant maybe and then feeling bad about it. “No, sorry, that’s actually a great idea. It’ll be nice to see her, and of course it’s great for you guys to spend some time together too.”

“Thanks Morgan, it means a lot to see you making an effort,” Todd said, his eyes quickly drawn away from my face and onto my body, the all-in-one pink yoga leotard fitting me especially well that day, and the fact that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath only adding to the obvious appeal...

“Sometimes it difficult to believe that I get you all to myself,” Todd said, standing up from the sofa and walking over towards me, his pupils visibly stimulated, practically as wide as saucers.

“Now, now, calm down,” I replied, gently moving his hands away from my thighs as he made a move to draw me in close. “Look but don’t touch, you know I’ve got my Zoom yoga class in five minutes.”

Todd duly stepped back, and I noticed his customary cute little bulge at the front of his pyjama bottoms. His hard, but

unmistakably thin, dick was pumped, ready for action. But... I had my yoga class, and there was nothing in Todd’s armoury that could keep me from that.

“Be careful, I might have to put your excitable little man under some kind of lock and key if you don’t behave,” I said, teasing him, my nipples stiffening underneath the pink Lycra material. “Seeing as you’ve been such a good boy recently, I’ll let you spy on me during my yoga, how about that? Make sure you stay off camera, but if you promise not to play with that silly little weeny, I’ll let you watch me stretch, bend over, put my body in all those positions I know you can’t get enough of...”

I could see that Todd was considering what I was saying. I was telling him he could drink in the sight of my body, but I was also making it clear that I didn’t want him to pleasure himself. How he responded to this would prove very interesting...

“Okay, okay,” he replied, clearly frustrated but also not going to miss the opportunity to ogle my body and no doubt let his mind run into overdrive.

So, as I got into my Zoom class and began to stretch, manipulate and work my body, I made sure to occasionally cast a nonchalant look behind me and towards the edge of the room, the sight of Todd there, crouched behind the sofa, watching me like a naughty peeping tom or... obedient cuckold.

It felt good to have this control over him.

It made me wonder what else was possible, how far I could take him. Certainly, he was more malleable than Steve had been, and that was only a good sign for what I could aspire to as I took him deeper into the journey.

When my class was over, I beckoned Todd over towards me...

“So, did you do as I told you?” I asked. “Look but no touching your excitable little winky?”

Todd blushed and nodded, clearly a little confused by what was happening, but also at the same time going along with it too, almost like he was hypnotised by not only the sight of my body, but by my firmer, more controlling demeanour.

“Y-y-y-yes,” he finally managed to reply, my parted, stretched out legs drawing attention to the way my leotard was being sucked up inside my pussy. “I, um, didn’t, um...”

“It’s okay, you can now though,” I replied, deciding to reward his good behaviour. “Get that little worm out of your pyjamas like a good boy and jerk it for me, hard and fast, show me what you think of my Goddess body.”

Todd slowly lifted his hips and pull down his bottoms, revealing his thin, pencil-like dick, looking as hard as I had ever seen it. He put his hand on it, immediately launching into the hardest, fastest jerk-off session that I had ever witnessed.

“Well, that didn’t take long,” I smiled, the sight of Todd panting hard, his cum all over his hand as he pumped out every

last drop he could manage. “Maybe I should take charge of this kind of thing more often, what do you think?”

“Definitely,” he replied, his mind elsewhere, a glazed look of pure satisfaction on his face, the kind of dumb, easily pleased satisfaction that I could definitely work with going forwards.

“Okay, now be a good little pet and get yourself cleaned up,” I said, standing up and pressing my foot into his soft stomach. “I’m meeting my girlfriends for some brunch. I don’t suppose you could drive me to the boulevard?”

Todd was very happy to oblige.

Little did he know that this was just the beginning and over the next few weeks I would be asking more and more of him. My plan was to slowly increase my demands, test the waters day by day.

It would have been so easy... but I hadn’t factored on the arrival of Sophie, his sister, throwing a spanner in the works.

Chapter Five

The days leading up to Sophie’s arrival in town were a little hectic on my side. I was busy, busy, busy with an extra side of busy on top. But I lived for this kind of life, and relished it more than anything else.

Todd was extra supportive to me too, noticing that I was dealing with a lot of pressure at work and dutifully doing all of the odd jobs around the house that needed doing, even managing to grind out a better internet deal after our current subscription had come up for renewal.

It was almost as if the yoga masturbation incident had stayed with him, his sense of increased consideration and cooperation directly coming as a result of being controlled by me.

On top of that, he had even headed over to Natasha’s store to pick up my modified necklace, seemingly super-proud of the fact that I had taken this step with him.

“Natasha gave me this package too, but said it was strictly for your eyes only,” he said to me as I entered the kitchen to the sight of a freshly prepared and totally home cooked dinner. “She said to let you know how it, whatever it is, went down.”

I smiled, trying to not make my delight too obvious. I definitely had a strong idea of what was in this mystery package but right now I wanted to focus on the necklace.

“It looks great,” Todd said, dishing up a side-plate of perfectly cooks broccoli sticks, marinated in one of his speciality sauces. “I mean, it’s like you're putting me physically close to your heart. I don’t know, call me an old romantic but I just... love it.”

I could see that Todd had totally bought into his theory behind the necklace and its rings... who was I to say otherwise? I mean, there was definitely an element of truth to it.

Then, with perfect timing, the doorbell rang.
It was Sophie.
She seemed in a good mood and as the afternoon

progressed, we were actually getting along a lot better than we had on our first meeting. Hey, I guess some people sometimes take a little longer to warm up to each other, right? It’s not always an immediate love-connection.

In many ways, Sophie and I weren’t that different. She was successful, knew what she wanted in life, and wasn’t afraid to call bullshit when she saw it. As Todd attended to us, fetching us drinks as we chilled in the garden, I discovered that Sophie and I had a lot more in common than I could have guessed, even down to our shared love of basketball that dated back to our teenage years watching the NBA and then making the female senior high school team too.

Over dinner though, I noticed something change. Todd drew Sophie’s attention to my necklace and went into a long, and definitely slightly too emotional description of its meaning as he saw it.

I could see the look on Sophie’s face as he lavished praise on me, saying how he had never felt so close to another individual in his life. I mean, it was cute, but it was definitely a little over the top, and that’s putting it mildly.

As Todd continued to talk, even explaining that I had performed a little ritual to make the changing of the necklace official, I saw Sophie grow more visibly unimpressed, her expression turning cold – and that was without Todd actually getting into the details of what the ritual involved.

I quickly changed the subject, seemingly getting the evening back on track, however after taking a late-night work call, I heard raised voices coming from the kitchen. Leaving my

study and walking quietly to the kitchen door, I pressed my ear against the door and listened...

“Todd, listen to me!” Sophie said, sounding equally furious and exasperated. “This damned necklace doesn’t mean what you think it does. Trust me.”

“What? Come on, just be happy for me, sis,” Todd replied, his voice wavering a little. “What else could it possibly mean?”

There was a pause.

“All I’m saying is that you need to ask Morgan,” she replied, trying to take a more diplomatic tone. “Okay. Has she ever once confirmed to you that it means what you think it does?”

Another pause, this time for longer.
“Well, not exactly,” Todd said.
“Not exactly or not at all?” Sophie replied, quickly and

with a steely focus. “I won’t say it again, but you need to get some answers. I know her tastes, the kind of things she’ll be into. Call it female intuition, call it one girl-boss recognising another. Listen, I’m going to head back to my hotel now, give you guys some space that you clearly need.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I couldn’t say for sure of course, but it was like Sophie not only suspected Todd had it wrong, but it was as if she also knew the true meaning of the rings.

Taking a deep breath, I walked into the kitchen just as Sophie exited out of the front door and sped away in her hire car.

“Okay...” I said, not sure how to play it. “Sophie had to go?”

Todd stared at me, Sophie’s words in his head, clearly spinning round and round. I could tell that he was confused, lost, and even a little pissed off.

“Morgan, be honest,” he said, a clear tremble in his voice. “Did I get the meaning of the rings wrong?”

It was pointless lying. I knew the game was up and I had to adapt my plan. Sure, it would have been better to let it play out as I had planned, but one of my strengths was adapting to change, making hard decisions and making them quickly too...

“You never let me explain it,” I said, my voice clear, controlled and even a little firm. “You came up with your idea and sure, I didn’t correct you, but I didn’t say it was correct either.”

“Wait, what?” Todd said, his face flushing an angry shade of red. “You let me make a fool out of myself? In front of Sophie? Jesus!”

“No, I didn’t do anything, you did,” I replied, realising that I would need to start putting my authority into action sooner rather than later. “And you’ll speak to me politely and respectfully too, so watch that tone of yours.”

I hitched my jeans up, making them ride even higher on my hips, my strong legs looking impressive and drawing Todd’s eyes to them before he then as a matter of instinct cast a look towards my titties too as they wobbled underneath my tucked-in crisp white t-shirt.

“Um, sorry, I didn’t mean it like that, it’s just...” he said, maybe realising that he had come on too strong, but at the same time knowing full well that there was still more to come from this situation. “Can we ... talk? Just tell me the real meaning behind it, honestly, I won’t mind.”

This was better.

There was no time like the present, so even though it was way earlier than I had planned, I knew that now was the time to explain to Todd exactly how I liked to do things.

It was time to reveal The Code.

Chapter Six

“This doesn’t change how I feel,” I said, putting my hand on Todd’s leg as he sat next to me, a look of total shock on his face. “Are you okay?”

“Please, please tell me I didn’t hear that right?” he said, sounding in total disarray. “The little ring symbolises my dick, and the big outer ring is for... your bull’s dick? I mean, what the hell!”

“Hey, remember what I said about how you speak to me,” I said, knowing that now more than ever I needed to be consistent in my attitudes towards discipline. “But, yes, what you’re saying... is correct. I’ll never, ever cheat on you. You know that. But I do have needs. Needs that you simply don’t have the biological attributes to meet. I mean, we know what happened yesterday, don’t we? You jerked that little worm of yours for what, less than a minute, and made a mess everywhere. You know as well as I do that your little noodle can’t fill me, stretch me, fuck me like I need. And you want me to feel satisfied, don’t you?”

I knew he couldn’t dispute this.

He could never handle my body, give me what I needed, and there was no possible way around that, no mental gymnastics he could perform to avoid the truth.

“Well, yeah, of course I want you to feel satisfied,” he replied, his head bowed, the shame preventing him from looking me in the eyes. “But... another guy inside you? Touching you? I don’t know if I can-”

I placed my finger on his lips to shush him.

“Let me explain it,” I said, taking him by his hand and moving him across my lap, his resistance nowhere to be seen. “Now I’m going to pull your pants down and give you a little education on the subject. It might hurt a little bit. Well, it might hurt a lot. But you’ll come out on the other side seeing exactly where I’m coming from.”

Todd didn’t say anything, his silence telling me that I should proceed. I slipped his loose-fit chinos down and began to spank his ass over the top of his tight, red shorts.

“You... know... that... it... has... to... be... like... this,” I said, spacing my words out between each spank, gradually increasing the force I was applying. “I love you, even that little thing between your legs in a funny, cute kind of way, but... I... need... more... something... bigger... thicker... harder... more dominant.”

At this point, I pulled his shorts down to reveal his reddening cheeks. He was falling into line maybe even better than I had expected, so decided to take it to the next level.

After a flurry of hard spanks on his naked ass, his jelly-like cheeks wobbling and bouncing as I brought my flat, strong hand down on them, I explained exactly what was next...

“I don’t think we’ll be needing these pants anymore,” I said. “From now on, you’ll be in panties. And it’s just your luck that Natasha has provided just what you need too...”

I rolled Todd off my lap and stood over him, placing my foot over the top of his chest.

“You stay down there and wait for me to return,” I commanded, pressing down harder, the look of shock on his face telling me that I was definitely on the right track. “I’ll be back in a second.”

I returned from the bedroom to see Todd exactly as I had left him, a look of total bemusement on his face, his hands covering his dick, the shame of what was happening undeniable.

“Now, these are your special new panties,” I said, holding out the pair gifted by Natasha in her secret package. “But you have to be a good little hubby to wear these. For now, these are yours. And I don’t want to see any of your disgusting little stains in them either, got it?”

Todd was silent, seemingly incapable of speech.

It wasn’t good enough, I needed to hear him confirm his obedience. If this was going to work, I had to hear for myself just how submissive and compliant he was going to be.

I crouched down and pulled roughly on his nipples, making him cry out in the pain. This was clearly a shock to his system and he began to wriggle on the floor next to me, trying to pull away but unable to get his balance or even free his nipples from my vice-like grip.

“I won’t wear fucking panties!” he cried, totally losing his cool. “You can’t make me do anything, Morgan. This is wrong!”

“Want to bet?” I said, sitting on top of him, my legs either side of his head, able to squeeze the life out of him if I chose to. “Now, are you going to wear your special training panties for me tonight? Be a good little boyfriend like I know you can be?”

“No! Stop this now!” he said, attempting to struggle, but unable to summon anything like the required strength to free himself.

“A real man would just flip me off him now,” I laughed, squeezing my thighs and watching his face turn red. “Now, I’ll ask again, are you going to be my panty-boy tonight?”

No answer.

I turned and slapped my hand down hard on his exposed dick and balls. Not once, not twice, but three, four, five times in a row until he was howling for mercy.

“Yes, yes, I’ll wear them,” he pleaded, his spirit breaking a little as I shook my titties in celebration, leaning down and mashing them into his face.

“Good boy, I might even let you suck on these later if you’re extra good, how does that sound?”

“Yes, thank you, Morgan,” Todd replied, his voice seeming like he might burst out in tears at any moment while at the same time undoubtedly existed on some level, even if he hadn’t figured that out fully yet.

“Now if I get off you, can I trust that you’ll stand up and put on your panties like a good little boyfriend?” I said, grinding my crotch up and down his face, his muffled response making me laugh out loud. “I think that was a yes?”

I got off him and lifted him up to his feet. Passing him a pair of my older panties, a tight white pair of briefs that were cut high on the thighs but had very little frills to them, aside from a cute little red bow at the front of the waist.

“Put them on for me,” I commanded, Todd doing exactly as I said. “They suit you. I can’t believe you’ve never been in panties before, it’s like you were born for them.”

“Thank you, I guess,” Todd said, cringing with humiliation as I circled him, running my hands over his panties, squeezing his ass cheeks together, hiking the waistband up so the front was as tight as possible over his tiny package. “What does this all mean? I don’t know how...”

“Don’t speak,” I replied. “Just let me handle this and remember how important you are to me.”

At that moment I held out my necklace in front of his face.

“Kiss it,” I said. “Kiss the rings, both of them, show me how committed we are to each other on the deepest, realest level.”

I could sense that Todd was caught at the crossroads, knowing what he needed to do but unsure if he could go through with it. By way of a gentle motivation, I ran my spare hand over the front of his panties, circling my finger over the little nub of a dick head, feeling it expand as I teased and caressed.

That was enough.

Todd leant in and placed a kiss on the small ring first, paused momentarily, and then kissed the bigger, thicker outer ring too.

I had him just where I wanted him, but if Todd thought that this was the end of it, that things could just easily go back to how they were, he had a whole other thing coming...

Chapter Seven

The next few days were relatively normal, easy going in fact. I decided to take some time off work and me and Todd spent it going to our favourite cafes, restaurants, catching up on some movies we had been meaning to watch for a while.

It was just like old times.

Except, of course, it wasn’t.

Each day, I would put out a new pair of panties for him to wear, gradually rewarding his compliance with a slightly fancier, more delicate or even slutty pair.

On the Friday, I decided to final put him in the pair that Natasha had gifted...

“Wait, are these... Natasha’s?” he asked, standing naked in the bedroom as I had instructed.

I stood before him in my pastel-coloured tailored suit jacket and smart jeans, oozing class and power from my every pore. The contrast with his weak, naked body was amplified even more as I handed him the tiny, scandalously revealing panties.

“Put them on and present yourself for me,” I said, my voice cold and calculating, showing him that now wasn’t the

time to be asking questions, or even speaking unless it was to answer me. “Remember, same rules as always. I expect absolutely no mess to be made inside these, no matter how much you secretly enjoy wearing them. And I also expect to be immediately informed if you get hard.”

“Yes, Morgan,” he said, carefully stepping into the panties and pulling them up his freshly shaved legs, bringing them up nice and high, his stupid little cock and balls safely tucked away.

Todd turned around for me, spread his legs and bent over, holding his ankles. He waited two beats and then released from this position and went down into a floor-squat, the thin material at the rear of the panties disappearing right up inside his ass.

Another two beats passed, and he stood up and faced me, his hand on his head and his mouth wide and tongue poking out.

“That mouth can get wider open and that tongue can definitely stick out more,” I said, slightly chastising him as a warning for him to get his presentation totally on point for me or expect the consequences. “Better.”

After Todd was fully dressed, we decided to head over to the mall to pick up some new bed linen, a luxurious new range that had come into stock had my name written all over it.

But on our way to the department store that stocked it, we just happened to pass Natasha’s store...

“Oh, wait, do we have to?” Todd said, a pleading look in his eye, probably guessing that the fact he was wearing Natasha’s gifted panties was going to get brought up probably sooner rather than later.

“In, now,” I scolded, unhappy to hear him speak out of turn. “I’ll strip and spank you on this very spot and in front of this whole damn mall if you sass me like that again.”

I wouldn’t have, of course.

But it was a good sign that even the threat of such a punishment was striking enough fear into Todd that he folded and followed me in without so much as another word of complaint.

“Well, look who we have here!” Natasha said, immediately handing over two customers to her personal assistant and walking over to greet us. “Well, aren’t you going to give me a hug my cute little Toddy-woddy?”

Todd cringed but found himself being drawn in tight, Natasha’s hands squeezing his ass and making a big show of looking around the back of his chinos.

“No panty-line!” she exclaimed. “Does this mean...”

“It certainly does,” I replied. “Todd, say thank you to your Lingerie Queen for your perfectly slutty panties.”

“Thank you, Natasha,” Todd said, his face going into full-on blush mode, his body language taking social awkwardness to a whole other level.

Natasha laughed and high-fived me, the look of approval on her face clear, and also making it obvious to Todd that she had been involved and in the loop on this plan for way longer than he had.

“Natasha is a size-queen just like me,” I said, teasing Todd as I ran my hand over the front of her silky-blouse, her black bra and pointed nipples visible underneath. “So, how big is your current bull?”

“Eleven inches, thick like a tree too,” she said, pretending to wipe sweat from her brow. “You’d probably have a heart attack if you saw this guy getting changed next to you in the gym, Todd. I mean, what are you packing, five? And a slim five too, right?”

I rolled my eyes and flicked my hand hard over his crotch, signalling to Todd my frustration with his weenie little dick.

“Wait, are you... hard... in there?” I said, shocked. “Is this turning you on? Or more’s to the point, are you erect without having immediately reported it to me?”

Natasha nudged me.

“Shall we take this into the changing toom?” she said, giving me a knowing look. “Come one. Todd, haul that sorry little horny body of yours after me. It’s time for me to get a

proper look at you and see how well you handle yourself under pressure from Morgan.”

Chapter Eight

The changing area was divided into three large, opulent changing rooms. I, then Todd, and then Natasha walked into one, Natasha closing the door behind us.

“T-shirt and pants off right now,” I ordered, firmly and leaving no doubt whatsoever that I was in the mood for messing around. “Remember what I said about spanking your ass in front of every shopper here? I can still do that. I’ll drag your

sorry no-dicked ass out of here and onto the main concourse if I need to.”

Todd mumbled and stumbled over his apologies as he stripped down, panicking and falling flat on his face at our feet.

“Up!” Natasha said, kicking him in his crotch, not too hard but hard enough to get him up and on his feet, his chinos round his ankles and then off entirely. “Well, they certainly look great. But, yes, I definitely see signs of excitement there.”

“So, why didn’t you tell me? You know the rules, don’t you?” I said, tapping Todd on his forehead, demeaning him, making him feel small in front of Natasha. “Do I need to punish you, right here and now? Maybe get that little dick out and on display? Show Natasha what a ridiculous little thing it is?”

“Oh, yes, I think that sounds about right,” Natasha said, her hands on her hips and her bombastic chest pointed directly at Todd, a dumb look on his face, totally over-stimulated by what was happening. “Come on, let me help, let’s see that tiny little cock.”

I burst out into laughter along with Natasha as she pulled the panties down to reveal Todd’s twitching, throbbing pin-dick.

“Shake it from side to side, up and down too,” Natasha said, I want to hear it flapping onto your thighs and tummy. “That’s it, Todd, show me what a panty-wearing little sissy slut you are, totally unworthy of your Goddess Morgan’s body.

You’re lucky she even lets you in her house, let alone agrees to have you sleeping in the same bed at night. You stupid, weak, pathetic excuse for a man...”

“Well, look what you’ve done!” I exclaimed, playfully nudging Natasha and watching as Todd’s little dick went over the edge and shot its load all over the dressing room floor. “His little clitty went into overdrive, your harsh words seemingly having the opposite of the intended effect.”

“Get on your hands and knees clitty-boy and lick that disgusting goo up with your tongue, every last drop,” Natasha said, forcing me down onto my hands and knees, pushing my face down into the pools of cum. “You should definitely look into putting this bitch into chastity if this is what happens, Morgan.”

“You know what,” I said, arching my eyebrow, making sure that Todd was taking this all in. “I don’t think that’s a bad idea. Not a bad idea at all.”

Chapter Nine

The incident at Natasha’s certainly did prompt me to put the next stage of my plan in place. Todd was utterly humiliated on the way home from the mall, the fact that he had shot his wimpy, beta load in full view of one of my most outgoing, beautiful female friends clearly playing on his mind.

“It was just the way she was laughing at me,” he said, his head bowed as he sulked in the passenger seat. “You were too, it was like... I didn’t feel like your boyfriend, or even a real man.”

“Todd, don’t worry, I’ll make it right,” I said, attempting to reassure him. “I think I know just what you need.”

“But... chastity?” he replied. “I mean, I’ve seen stuff about that online and... I don’t know... it doesn’t seem...”

I hushed Todd up and told him to trust me, let me look after him. I also promised him that from tomorrow onwards we would set him up with some new panties, and maybe even some cute little bras and pantyhose too. I wanted to make him feel comfortable, even sensual, in his evolving role in this relationship.

Sure, there were ups and downs, and it wasn’t as if he had accepted everything right away either, but there were definite signs that he was going along with things, heading in the right direction.

Of course, the big moment was still to come.

With that in mind, when we arrived home, I directed Todd to the bathroom where he could take a nice, long shower to

relax and freshen up, decompress himself mentally from the incident at Natasha’s.

As soon as I heard the shower water blasting, I took my phone out of my pocket and began typing.

It was time to call my bull to action.
It was time to plan for Antoine to make his entrance. Antoine was a pretty formidable man, even by the

standards of personal trainers. He had the natural air of confidence that came with being 6’6” and a former college All-Star basketball player. Unfortunately, an injury had curtailed his chances of making it in the NBA, but he had gone on to have great success building up his own personal training brand – something that had brought him not only a huge following online, but also made him the head of a multi-million-dollar business. The fact this his personal journey had seen him escape the gangs on the West side, taken him to college, and now made him a successful individual in his own right just added to his charisma and appeal.

Physically, he was exactly what I craved.

As well as his imposing height, he was built like an absolute beast, with not an inch of fat on him. Each and every fibre of his body was built for power, flexibility... and stamina too.

The tattoos that covered his body were a constant reminder that despite his legitimate business success, this was

still very much a man who you would not mess with under any circumstances, something that I had witnessed first-hand by witnessing wimpy little white-boys crumble in his presence at even the slightest hint of annoyance or menace in Antoine’s voice.

Am I forgetting one small – or not so small - detail perhaps?

Oh, right, the fact that his big, black dick was eleven inches of pure power, thickness, and rock-hard pneumatic power-drill was the perfect dark cherry on top of the cake. He could do things to my body that made me moan, scream, squirt and tap-out...

Even thinking about him was making my pussy begin to throb. So, with that in mind I messaged him and arranged for him to come over later in the week. All that was left for me to do was get Todd as best prepared as I possibly could.

I wasn’t entirely sure how he would react, but this was the acid test. Make or break. If I wanted to know for sure how Todd would react to being my little cuckold boyfriend, and maybe husband too one day, then this was the moment that would prove it one way or the other.

Chapter Ten

The next few days were all about getting Todd in the best possible place to accept Antoine into his life. He took to wearing panties and bras every day pretty well, even dealing with the heavy sweater he had to wear to work that ensured his tight little training bra would remain undetected.

I had decided to put him in chastity during work hours too, a decision that he rejected at first – but was nothing that a nice, hard, twenty-minute spanking session over my knee didn’t resolve. By the Wednesday, he was far more compliant, even presenting himself after his morning shower, his freshly washed and shaved dick fitting snugly inside the tight, pink chastity device.

When he arrived home from work, I would permit him to remove it, get on his hands and knees at my feet and jerk himself off. There was something about the look in his eyes as he did this that told me he was coming round to the situation, but I knew the real test was still to come...

“Now, on your knees and show me that stiff little dickie of yours,” I said, watching as Todd entered the living room that Thursday evening. “Tell me, did you find yourself trying to get hard during work today? And if so, why?”

“Yes, Miss,” Todd replied. “I was imagining your naked body, your titties... and...”

“Yes?” I replied, intrigued as to why he had stopped short. “You know I need a full answer or you’ll be getting your little ass plugged and spanked again. Come on, talk.”

“I was thinking about... your bull... and you...,” he said, his face crimson red, unable to make eye contact with me but his dick twitching and throbbing, standing to attention at full hardness. “I was... imagining what your bull does to you... how hard he... how big...”

I smiled.

Todd was breaking, he was coming round to the idea of being a true cuckold, I could tell.

“Go on, touch your stiff little worm,” I said. “Stroke it up and down, softly, no wanking, just stroking. Keep talking. Tell me what made you hard today, I want more details.”

Todd followed my orders and stroked his dick, explaining how he had become preoccupied with who Antoine was, the role he played in my life, what he was able to do to me... things that Todd knew deep down he could not.

“I just saw an image in my head... of... you... bouncing... up and down on his dick, moaning and crying out,” Todd said, stumbling over the words as his dick erupted, his beta spunk flying up into the air and making me laugh as I saw the look of equal parts shock and release on his face.

“Good, you let it all out my little cuck-boy,” I said. “Now, as a reward for your honesty, I’m going to show you a little something.”

With that, I pulled my necklace out from underneath my blouse and showed him a new modification I had made... the smaller inner ring was now coated in a bright, lurid pink colour and the much wider outer ring was coated in pure, deep black.

The look on Todd’s face told me all I needed to know. He got the meaning exactly. And with his hands covered in his own sticky, stupid beta-goo, it was clear to me that he was ready to finally meet Antoine.

“You like my updated necklace? It’s gorgeous, isn’t it? Okay. Off you go, get cleaned up,” I said. “I want you in bed nice and early tonight, and you can wear some of my silky pyjama shorts too. Tomorrow is going to be a big day for you. One you’ll never forget.”

Chapter Eleven

Todd was nervous, that much was obvious.

“But... I don’t know if I can do this,” he pleaded, throwing himself at my feet as I walked around the bedroom in nothing but my brand new panties from Natasha’s store.

“You’ll do exactly as I tell you, my little man,” I replied, roughly kicking him away from me as I continued to parade around the room, air-drying myself as I posed and admired myself in the tall mirror opposite the bed. “Just let me take control, you know that’s how you feel most comfortable. Now, do my titties look bigger to you?”

I watched as he eyed my breasts up, his mouth wide open as he watched my fondle and squeeze them, even sucking on my own nipples, knowing full well how crazy this drove him.

“Come over here and kiss my ass cheeks,” I commanded, pleased to see him scurry over and plant two soft kissed on each of my cheeks. “Now, it’s time for you to get into your panties. Matching with mine of course. I think this electric blue suits your pale skin, the tiny waist band and flowery, practically see-through material around the front perfectly revealing and exactly what Antoine likes to see from his... women.”

I watched as he pulled his panties up, his dick a little hard but clearly also so overwhelmed by the situation that he wasn’t able to fully relax and enjoy the sensation and fit of the panties as much as he normally would.

Then, the doorbell rang.

“Looks like Antoine is early, he must be hungry,” I laughed.

“But you’re not dressed yet? Nor am I?” Todd said, a look of sheer panic on his face as the two of us stood there in nothing but our brand new, tiny, panties.

I laughed and planted a kiss on Todd’s lips.

“Babe, we won’t even be wearing panties soon enough,” I said, spanking his ass as I began to walk out of the room towards the front door. “Keep up, walk next to me, I want Antoine to see how committed we are to being his perfect playthings.”

As I opened the front door, the lobby lights illuminating Antoine’s seriously impressive frame, I could see just how scared Todd was. It was like a lamb coming face to face with a lion...

“So, this is Todd,” Antoine said, his deep voice naturally carrying itself over the house. “Cute, very cute.”

“Oh, yeah, Todd has really been looking forward to meeting you too, honey,” I said, placing my arm around Todd’s waist as squeezing the fleshy part of his ass-cheeks as a prompt.

“Um, yes, sir, Antoine, sir,” Todd replied, trying to sound formal and respectful, but in truth just coming over like the weak, submissive little man he was.

I could tell from Antoine’s demeanour that he was in the mood to get going. He had a real animalistic approach to sex, and when he wanted it, he really didn’t like to be kept waiting...

“Get over here,” he said, pulling me by my arm and tossing me over his shoulder, his hand coming down on my ass cheeks as Todd simply stood there and watched. “I need some of this fine ass booty right now.”

I squealed in delight as he carried me through the hallway and into the bedroom, Todd’s horrified face as he followed us making me laugh out loud and also turning me on in a way that I loved.

Antoine threw me down on the bed, my titties and ass shaking and wobbling as he began to man-handle me, his big, firm hands knowing exactly what they wanted and how to get it.

“Cucky, get over here, up close,” Antoine said, spreading my ass cheeks wide open and spitting on my exposed, pink hole. “Pull my shorts down, prepare my dick for Morgan’s pussy.”

Todd froze.
There was a look of total confusion on his face, fear too. “I said, get your ass over here and prepare my dick,”

Antoine repeated, the tone of his voice suggesting he was dangerously close to losing his temper. “Don’t make me kick that weak, sissy white-boy ass of yours all over this house, bitch.”

“Todd! Do as Antoine says, right now,” I added, conveying with my eyes a look that was both firm, but also trying to demonstrate that I cared for him too. “That’s it, pull his shorts down, take a look at what’s inside and let instinct take over. Make it wet for me, help it stretch me and fill me up.”

I could see Todd’s expression as he marvelled at the sheer size of Antoine’s fully erect dick. It was like he was ashamed, shocked, and also incredibly excited all at the same time. As he began to lick up and down Antoine’s shaft, there was a definite resistance going on, like he didn’t want to do it but knew it was for the best.

But, slowly, I could see Todd getting more used to the taste, the size, the pure masculinity of it all.

“Now, get up on the bed and suck my toes,” I said. “I want you in a perfect position to pleasure me as Antoine does his thing to my pussy.”

“Yes, Miss,” Todd replied, unable to take his eyes of Antoine’s dick now, or his black, muscular ass too as he positioned himself over me and gradually eased his thick dick head into me, followed by his long, tree-like shaft inside my throbbing, pulsating pussy.

I let out a long, deep groan as my pussy muscles immediately began to contract and lock down on Antoine’s length, my first orgasm coming almost immediately as Todd

watched on helplessly, sucking and licking on my toes as my entire body began to shake in sheer pleasure.

“You see white-boy, this is what your woman needs,” Antoine said, turning around to face Todd, his dick still buried deep inside me. “Come up here, take a closer look.”

With that, he grabbed Todd by the hair and pulled him up and pushed his face down so that it was right next to my pussy. Antoine began to slowly pull his dick out and pump it back in, making Todd watch as my pussy continued to react to him.

“Lick my dick as I fuck your woman,” Antoine said to Todd, knowing that Todd wouldn’t dare to disobey him.

“Oh, that’s it, you show us how grateful you are to Antoine,” I said, purring as I watched Todd licking Antoine’s shaft. “Show me what a good little subby cuck you are. Antoine, I think it’s time you made Todd have some mess to clean-up.”

Antoine knew exactly what I meant and quickly increased his speed, the hardness of his thrusts too, pushing me into yet another orgasm, my hands soon slamming down on the bed, my body unable to take any more of his thickness.

When Antoine came, I knew it was a big deposit, even by his standards...

“Todd, you know what I need now,” I said, panting, trying to compose myself. “Get your head down there and clean out every last drop of Antoine’s cum. Show me how loyal you are, how much you deserve to be the inner ring on my necklace. Lick

up every last drop of bull spunk, happy in the knowledge that you’re playing a part in me having my needs met.”

This was the final act of submission, for Todd to lick and clean another man’s cum out of my pussy... just like the super-attentive, sweet little cuckold I knew he could be.

“Mmm, that’s it, get the tongue right in there”, I moaned, finally getting my breath back as Antoine lay down next to me on the bed, Todd now broken, loyally sucking and slurping Antoine’s cum up. “Once you’re done, you can jerk that little clitty for our entertainment too.”

So, with Antoine’s thick, pure-white cum smeared over his mouth and face, Todd knelt at the bottom of the bed and wanked his little cock, hard and fast, making his little stick spurt in less than a minute.

“Perfect,” I said, stroking Antoine’s rock hard, large pecs. “It looks like everything is in place. My big, black dick, and my little tiddly-dick, both satisfied and taking their rightful place in my life.”

I knew that this would change everything between Todd and me now. Todd knew that too, but as I stroked my necklace, I suspected he had very little idea as to how far I would be pushing him in the coming hours, days, weeks, and months.

Starting with that cute little virgin tushy of his...