On a Journey Ch. 02

Previously, while visiting her old friend, Eleanor, in Bristol, Diana met Eleanor's young lodger, Peter. Diana had long given up on sex due to the inadequacies of her husband, Dean. Peter happily provided the sex Diana longed for but at a price that Diana was not willing to submit to. She returned home and discovers how to dominate her husband.

It was nice to be back and see my husband again. I naturally gave him an edited version of the visit. Our sex life, or lack thereof, meant I didn't have to worry about him seeing that my that my pubic hair was missing. As the days went by I got more edgy longing for the release I was denied on my last night with Eleanor. I was leaving for my regular meeting with friends when Dean mentioned that he would be doing his usual cleaning up while I was out.

As I was at the door, I turned to look at Dean. My frustrations must have inspired me to come up with a wicked idea. "Take of your clothes." He was stunned into silence. "Go on, get them off. If you are going to clean this house like a menial non-entity, then you will do it naked." I surprised myself at the vehemence of what I was saying. However, he had been asking for me to be demanding of him. It must have been what he truly wanted because he did as I commanded. "And don't put them back on until I return." With that I walked out and closed the door behind me. I felt rather good about it. And it did keep me wondering what I would find on my return. The edginess wasn't what I experienced in Bristol but it was better than nothing.

When I returned, the flat was not only spick&span, Dean's cock had shrunk to near invisibility. That was a sure sign that he had, shall we say, enjoyed himself while I was away. Possibly on more than one occasion. I smiled at the results. He was like a little puppy. I continued to act the hard mistress. "Not bad. I'm going to bed now. It's been a hard day." I walked by as though he wasn't even there. I could see in the mirror how this deflated him. I just smiled and thought of my next command.

He followed me to the bedroom and started to put on his night clothes. "I didn't tell you to get dressed." He looked confused this time.

"I think I deserve an explanation for this," he said meekly.

I called out from the bathroom. "You'll do as you're told, you pathetic excuse for a husband. Do you have any energy left to service your mistress?"

There was a long confused silence. "I thought not. So if you can't do your duty as befits a man you'll satisfy me by doing what I say. Is that clear?" I came out of the bathroom and dropped my rob onto the ground. This exposed by breasts in all their glory while hiding my bareness behind a pair of knickers. "So, I want these cleaned before I retire."

His eyes lit up like fireworks. He had always loved seeing my breasts and fondling them endlessly. This had gotten tiring for me so I gave him less and less access as the satisfaction he provided to me reduced. I simply wasn't inspired to meet his desires if he wasn't meeting mine. Thanks to my experience in Bristol, I found a means to get some satisfaction so thought it only fair to return the favour. And boy was he happy with the bargain. He hadn't work this hard at anything for years. Again, it was a pale shadow of what Peter did. I couldn't at the time decide if it was a decent substitute or just me longing even more for the real thing.

After a few minutes, I had had enough. "Okay, stop you useless wimp. I'm going to bed and..."

He cut me off. "Oh, no please. That's not fair. If you're going to treat me like this, I demand to be allowed to play with your breasts for as long as I want. I know I am not adequate down below. But I've allowed you to say some hurtful things about me tonight. Surely you should give me a quid pro quo. I want access to your breasts."

"You whimpering little snot. You're absolutely right about your inadequacy in satisfying me with your penis. No, it's not big enough to call a penis. That's what men have below the waist. From now on I will call it a pencil prick." He started to speak but cut him off. "You've interrupted me once too often tonight. You little boob pervert. I was going to invite you into my bed to continue your cleaning efforts. Your haste to get to my breasts caused you to forget your place in this household. So you will leave my boudoir immediately. I will consider further punishment - or reward - in the morning."

He couldn't take it in. So I walked towards him ensuring I was swinging my breasts as best I could and pushed him out the door. We have no locks on the doors so he could have come back in. I waited in expectation but nothing happened. I smiled. I knew the morning would bring more slavering over my boobs but I would know that I had him where I wanted him.

I had a contented night's sleep. I got myself dressed in a long skirt and slipped on my pair of boots. I then put on one of his vests. My full breasts bulged out of the sides of the vest. I was trying to get as close to an erotic and imposing figure as I could. I found him sleeping on the couch under a blanket. I threw it off which startled him awake. His little prick was even smaller than last night. I smiled knowing that he had had more fun with himself. His eyes once again popped out of his head.

"Have you learned your lesson?"

His face showed his confusion. "Yes," he muttered.

"And what is that?" He looked around trying to give himself enough time to think. "Come on, answer me. I don't want any evasiveness."

"To not interrupt my Mistress."

"And anything else?" Again delay. "Come on."

"Not to challenge her."

"Very good. And what happens if you don't obey Mistress?"

"I will be punished." He said dejectedly.

"And do you like being punished?"

I had deliberately asked this to see how he would get out of the trap. "I don't like being punished but I will accept any punishment Mistress gives me so that I can learn to please her."

I smiled. "Okay, go put this back where I got it." I took off the vest to expose my breasts. He looked confused and started to move towards my breasts. "Did I say you could touch me?"

"No, Mistress, but I..." He paused to catch himself. "just needed to get close to you for the vest." He took it from me and headed to the bedroom. This gave me time to arrange myself on the couch.

I used his return to confirm I was on the right track. "Dean, before we go further, I want to make sure you are okay with what I am doing."

"Mistress can..."

"No, when I use your name directly I want us to be serious. I want to make sure I am doing what you want."

Oddly, he looked more deflated. "I can attest, Diana, that you are doing what I have wanted for a long time."

"Are you sure? I started this out of the blue, no warnings, said some pretty demeaning things and made you do some demeaning things."

"I must admit, it's a bit more severe than I feel comfortable with. I like a bit of domination but not sure if that much."

"I can limit myself, you know. To certain days, certain commands, certain tasks, certain words. I can allow you to have what you want of me as often you want: after a session, twice a week, weekly, whatever." He smiled. "However, I'd then equally limit your access to me."

He looked confused for a time. He took a deep breath. "No, really, there's no need to worry. I accept you're in charge. It's your decision what I need to do to deserve access. I just ask that you don't, well, well, treat me too badly before I get a reward. If there is a problem I will let you know and stop."

I smiled broadly. "Very good, my pencil prick. I don't think I am as clean as I should be? Do you want to see if you can do better?" There was no refusal there. He moved around for different positions on my boobs, presumably for his enjoyment.

"If you lay down, I can get do a better job," he offered meekly. I laid down on the couch.

After what seemed liked ages, Dean suddenly stopped as he was on top of me. "Um... I think I need to stop. Oh my." He quickly got up.

"What's wrong."

"Well, can't you see!" He was trying to control the expression on his face.

"I can't see any changes. No, you need to tell me more." I could see the consternation on his face and his pencil prick actually growing.

"I've had too much... um... excitement."

"What excitement is that," I countered. "You're supposed to be working."

"Can we just leave it as excitement?"

I smiled. "Sure. And if that's the case I guess I should cover up." I crossed my arms over my breasts.

"No, don't do that!" Desperation permeated his voice.

"Well, you need to tell me exactly what excitement. Otherwise, I won't know and will have to be extra special careful and much more reserved around my pencil prick." I was enjoying this.

"Can't you see I have a hard on!"

"Oh, is that what is happening? I hadn't notice any real change."

I couldn't tell if he was pleased or insulted, or possibly both! "I could feel my muscles getting to ejaculate and I knew, I knew, I didn't have it in me because, because (watching his embarrassment was delicious)... Do I really have to say?"

"Of course not." Relief passed his face. "I will just stay covered up."

Consternation returned. "Because I was playing with myself last night and..."

"And you're not man enough to ejaculate without a significant rest? Your puny pecker isn't up to the level expected by a woman?"

"I wouldn't..." I looked at him sternly. "Sorry, I would agree with that. I'm great in the cleaning department," trying to give himself some dignity. "But lacking in more manly attributes."

I smiled as I got up. "So best I don't temp you anymore." His faced dropped. He could but agree. The rest of the morning was enjoyably spent with me firmly in control of a naked, dejected puppy.

I suspected it would take him three or four days to recover. The next two days were relaxed and easy, as though what had happened actually perked him up a bit. So the morning I positioned myself at the end of the bed so I could see him come out of the bathroom in his boxer shorts as usual. "What's that slit for?"

I was on my stomach with my arms propping me up so that my boobs hung tantalizingly down. All flesh and no nipples. His brain became immediately scrambled. "That's so men can pull out their penis to relieve themselves. Whatever do you think!"

"Ah yes, a penis. Is that what husbands use to satisfy their wife's sexual desires, isn't it?"

"Yes," he replied carefully.

"So do you have one in there to satisfy my desires this morning?"

I watched his face and body crumple. "No. Not today."

"Oh that's too bad," I replied calmly.

"But I promise I'll be fit as fiddle tomorrow."

"That's great. I'll look forward to that." He started to put on his trousers with a broad smile. "But, if you don't have a manly penis in there now, that slit is pretty superfluous. Might even say false advertising?"

I could see him starting to get worried. "I still need it to relieve myself."

"There are other ways to do that. I mean look at women. We don't have a penis and relieve ourselves all the time." Confusion crossed his face. "I think you need to turn those shorts around."

"I'm not sure. I mean how would I..." I started to cover up the view he was enjoying. "I'll figure something out." He took off the shorts and turned them around.

I am not sure what he did at work but I could tell that night that he had some "excitement"! I was able to check the dirty laundry and saw there had been a hardened wet spot on the back side of his shorts. So the next morning I started making advances. He appreciated them but I could tell he was also nervous. I moved down to his penis and tried to get it excited. I was as pleased as he was disappointed that nothing happened. He mumbled something about having a hard day yesterday. I bet he did!

I was learning that putting him on the spot both humiliated him, gave him a buzz and extended my power over him. "So tell me what happened or is happening. Did you have some excitement yesterday? Or do I have to wait even longer than I thought for your puny pecker to recover into a proper man's penis?" I continued to massage his private parts. This was good fun and improved by knowing the tension I was creating in him.

He finally opted to say that he just needed a bit more time to recover. "Okay, I'll stop then." Relief passed across his face. As he was dressing he again put his shorts on correctly. "Now that really won't do."

"Oh, sorry. I forgot. It is habit you know."

"Okay." I let it slide.

The same happened the next few mornings. Just when I thought he had recovered, I changed the process. "I am tiring of having to remind you to wear your shorts correctly."

"I'd hardly say backwards is correct!" He tried to make it sound funny. My scowl brought him into line.

"So to stop me having to constantly do this routine, you are going to buy woman's knickers and start wearing them until you recover enough to warrant having the same clothes as men." He was speechless. "And I want you to come home in them. As soon as you come home today I want the trousers off so I can see that you have followed my instructions."

"That's really not necessary. I am sure I will be fully recovered tomorrow morning. That would be a waste of money." He was trying to get out of it. I just stared at him until he got the message.

He did as told. As soon as he walked in that afternoon he showed off his purchase. He did look cute. I was already for proper sex that night only to find he had once again been overly excited.

"What happened?"

"Please it's bad enough that I can't, can't..."

"Be a man and satisfy me?"

He scowled at me but truth weakened him. "I got overly excited buying the knickers and, and,"

"Creamed your own shorts!" I split my sides laughing. "Okay, I want all of your shorts. You're not going to need them for a while."

He tried to put up a fight but crumpled when I covered myself. He went to his bureau and then the dirty clothes basket and handed over all his short to me. It gave me a pleasant satisfaction stringing him along like this. It must have been good for him to. His little prick wasn't regaining its size and not infrequently I found his knickers with a dried cum spot. It was actually a relief as I didn't have to worry about sex. I just had to make sure I flashed my breasts around periodically so he could take care of himself. I certainly kept up the rhetoric to remind how inadequate he was.

Eleanor got in touch again and said that Jay would be away on another trip in a few days. Would I like to come back? I agreed as I did like to see her, though the visit may be a more fraught or interesting than usual. Dean seemed to have settled into his knickers. So on the morning that I was leaving I decided to have a go. The idea was to confirm that he could be a decent substitute for Peter, as Eleanor had counselled. My pubic hair was coming back but not enough to give Dean full access. Fortunately, he has always preferred my top to my bottom area. So I took charge, as I frequently did. His eyes lit up and a smile went from ear to ear as I massaged him into hardness.

"You look ready. Are you?"

"Oh, absolutely," he sighed. I could barely feel him entering me. I tried grinding him in further and doing a bit of gyrating. Instead of making me feel good, he become over excited and exploded into me. Well, ejaculated would be more accurate. I could feel warmth far more than movement that would have entertained me. If this was the best he could offer, and it was a while since we had done this so my memories weren't the sharpest, then I could be in trouble in Bristol. I left him to bask in his good feelings for having finally had what he thought was proper sex.

Just before I left, I dropped the bombshell. "So, how did you feel about this morning?"

"It was great. Thanks for the memory while you're away."

"And how you do you think it was for me?" There was silence as his face went blank. "Do you think I enjoyed it? Did I make any approving sounds? Did you provide the opportunity for me to get excited?"

He mumbled pointlessly.

"And what do you think I think of the event?" More silence. "And what do you think I should do about it?" More silence and his face was now worried looking. "That pencil prick of yours is so small that I'm not sure you actually got it in me. Maybe that's why the event was such a letdown. So I want all your pubic hair removed so I can find out what's there. And of course, you'll continue to wear the knickers while I'm gone."

"No, that's not fair. I did my best. We haven't had that kind of sex for a long time. Of course I was going to be over excited. I've got a penis down there and you know it."

"Okay, show me that penis." He looked surprised. "Come on, drop the trousers." I gave him a hard look and he obeyed. "And what do you call that?" I was surprised by how much it had shriveled.

"Well, what do you expect after, after I had an orgasm."

"Okay. And since you challenged me, I want you to go to a hair removing clinic so that your pubes are pulled out by the roots. And I want the receipt to prove that you did it."

"I refuse to do that. You're belittling me now and questioning my very manhood. I won't have it. I think we best stop."

"That's absolutely fine. I can respect and accept that. It relieves me of the need to have sex or half-disrobe. I'd be happy to go back to the way we were."

"I don't want that either!"

"No, it's completely your choice. I do not want to force you to do anything you don't want to do. It is very easy and safe for us to go back the way we were."

"No, I don't want that." He was sounding pretty pitiful.

"Because of your whinnying, I want to see all of the hair below your neck removed when I return or we go back to the way things were." And with that I left him standing in the living room.

I was surprised at my vehemence and demanding nature. I think it was a reflection of my disappointment and worry about what I was heading for. I could already feel my vagina twitching at the thought of Peter once again inhabiting it.

Day 1

I arrived without incident and had a nice, friendly chat with Eleanor. "Peter is away this evening and back tomorrow evening. However, he has asked me to report to him how will you take breakfast. He will prepare for the evening accordingly."

"I didn't know you wanted... to be involved, so to speak."

"It does feel a bit odd, I agree. But if you're comfortable with it I will help out with the proceedings." She smiled.

"That's very kind. Did he leave any special instructions?"

"No, just as before. Come down clothed and I will let him know he does not need to prepare anything special for the evening. Come down in your birthday suit and I will let him know you want to take up where you left off."

"That's a very nice way to put it!" We both chuckled. "I'll let you know in the morning." We then moved onto to other subjects.

Day 2

I was slow getting to sleep and was up early. I had no problem being naked in front of Eleanor while Peter was there. Going down naked just for her, though, felt very exposing. On the other hand, I was sorely in need of attention from Peter. I plucked up the courage and headed down naked. However, I brought down my nightie with the idea of putting it on as soon as Eleanor confirmed the message.

I turned the corner to enter the kitchen. Eleanor and I smiled at each other. "Well, that's that. Are you happy to send Peter the message?" I started to put on the nightie.

"Only if you continue with house rules." I looked surprised. "No clothes until we go out and then without knickers or bra."

"Surely, that's only really to, I mean, for him. You don't want to see my naked body all morning, do you?" I tried to make light of it but was a bit worried.