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“Stay there.”

Pivoting on one foot, Ella lifted the other out of my boyfriend’s lap. We both watched her as she put her foot down on the floor with a sharp crack and turned. She was all business now, striding quickly across the living room, disappearing again through the open double doorway that led to the kitchen. I listened to the sound of my friend’s high heels receding through the house, this giant oversized house that I had never really understood why she wanted. But that was hardly at the top of my mind now. As we listened to Ella’s steps echoing through the house, I turned to my boyfriend, and he looked at me with a look of pure shock on his face.

“Well, this is interesting,” I said, trying in my own way to mimic Ella’s unflappable calm, her poise and confidence. I would never be like my dominatrix friend, I was sure. But I envied her that kind of self-control. And clearly, as I could see from his throbbing cock rising out of his open pants, it was having a very interesting effect on Jeff, too.

“This is crazy,” he said. And, shifting in the armchair, he reached for his manhood and began to pull up his pants.

“No, no,” I said, springing forward from where I sat on instinct. I stepped toward him, smiling at Jeff as I reached out for his cock and closed my hand around it. I heard his breath catch in his throat as he looked up at me, his warm brown eyes filled with confusion but sharpened by desire. He was turned on, obviously, and I felt the hot throb of his passion in my hand as I slowly ran it up and down his shaft. Because honestly, so was I. I didn’t know why, and I couldn’t explain it. But this whole unbelievable adventure was turning me on. I had never wanted to even think of my boyfriend with any other woman. But something about this thing that Ella was doing had my heart beating wildly in my chest. I didn’t know any of this was going, but I wanted more than anything to find out. And Jeff just gazed up at me in disbelief as I stood over him, continuing to stroke his throbbing cock right there in my best friend’s living room.

“Don’t put it away,” I said. “Don’t be boring. You know this is hot. You know you want to find out what she’s going to do, don’t you?”

“She said she’s going to punish me.”

“Well then maybe you should take your punishment like a man,” I grinned. “Come on, Jeff. It’ll just be a bit of fun. Besides, look at her. I know you want her. I don’t blame you. She’s gorgeous in that outfit. So maybe just do what my gorgeous friend says, okay?”

I continued stroking, and Jeff continued gazing up at me, not understanding where any of this was coming from but not exactly objecting as long as I kept pleasuring him, either. And I’ll admit, I had no idea where any of it was coming from either. I didn’t know what had got into me, except that I seemed to have caught kinkiness like a virus from my sexy friend.

Like I said, I was happy with my sex life with Jeff. Sure, every now and again, I wondered what it might be like to spice things up, but I never had the guts to ask. And Jeff, eager to please as he undoubtedly was, never showed any interest in anything but the classics. He enjoyed having regular sex with me, and I enjoyed it too, and that was as far as the two of us had ever gone. Now, we stood on the threshold of something different, something new and exciting. I hadn’t known until that moment that I wanted more. But seeing Ella dressed as she was, listening to her talk, listening to her reveal that she had a long history of dominating men, sent wild excitement surging through my veins, and I was willing to do whatever it took to make sure the fun didn’t stop.

I could feel the heat of Jeff’s passion in my hand as I continued to stroke his cock. The possibilities swelled in my mind, fueling my excitement as I stood above him. Already, this was the kinkiest thing we had ever done. Stroking his cock in somebody else’s house was already well outside our comfort zone. But I knew that things were only just beginning, and that the moment Ella returned, they were about to get a lot more exciting.

The sound of her high heels on the floor announced my friend's return long before her gorgeous body stepped through the open doorway. She looked as gorgeous as ever with the light reflecting from her latex catsuit, her glossy corset, her patent leather thigh boots. I felt again a strange feeling as I looked at her. Not attraction, exactly. I appreciate a beautiful woman, but they don’t turn me on. But there was something happening inside me when I looked at her. Maybe envy. Maybe in some way, I wanted to be her, to look like that, to be that strong and confident and irresistibly sexy. Whatever it was, the tight latex outfit clinging to every curve of her body was doing something to me, just as it was doing something to my boyfriend, too.

“Take his clothes off,” Ella said as she approached where I stood above Jeff. It was a presumptuous command, not a request. She wasn’t asking. But of course, that just fit in with her dominatrix persona. As if a woman who looked as gorgeous as her didn’t need to ask for anything. As if she had some inarguable right to order us mere mortals around. Ella was running the show, and that was fine by me. After all, she had got us to this point, and I was buzzing with excitement to see what came next.

I let go of my grip on my boyfriend’s cock. If Ella had noticed I was stroking him in her living room, she didn’t mention it. And I gave Jeff what I hoped was a reassuring smile, wanting nothing more than for him to keep playing along with this wild game as I took hold of the hem of his T-shirt. Still smiling, I pulled it up over his head, and Jeff let me, raising his arms to make it easier.

I loved his body. Jeff wasn’t the type to work out, but he stayed active by playing sports, and it showed in the form of a lean runner’s build. He wasn’t jacked, but I’ve never been the type of woman who craves bulging muscles and huge shoulders. Instead, his body was taut, his square pecs and well-defined abdominals showing through his hairless skin. I’ll admit it; maybe I felt a little bit proud as I undressed my boyfriend in front of Ella. I mean sure, she had already humiliated him by emphasizing the smallness of his cock. But at least the rest of him was easy to look at.

But of course, Ella the dominatrix wasn’t going to praise anything about the horny man in front of her. I saw her eyes travel up and down his body as I set his T-shirt down on the floor, and I guessed the sneer on her face, the look of being completely unimpressed, was all part of being the mistress she so clearly was.

With Jeff’s T-shirt gone, I bent over his body again and pulled down his pants and his underwear. It felt strange beyond belief to be undressing my boyfriend right there in my friend’s living room with Ella watching. But after all, that was the point. To try these new things, to do what was strange and unexpected and exciting. To enter Ella’s world, this world she had kept hidden from me for whatever reason. Honestly, if she had told me, it wasn’t like I would have been eager to get involved. I might have found the stories interesting, the way any quirk of human psychology is interesting. I never would have said, ‘hey, how about I help you humiliate my boyfriend?’ But the fact was all happening organically made it even more exciting. Somehow, it made it okay.

I sank to the floor as I pulled Jeff’s pants and underwear down. While I was down there, I unlaced his sneakers and pulled them off, along with his socks. He just sat there in the armchair, strangely passive, looking up at Ella while she looked down at him. I suppose I couldn’t blame him for that. She was irresistible, and would be the undeniable focal point of attention in the room for as long as she was wearing that shiny outfit clinging to her every curve. Her latex suit and boots and corset reflected the light in the room, but in a way, they seem to draw it in, too, drawing all the attention to her at every moment, sucking all the air out of the room by her beauty and sex appeal.

And Jeff was clearly responding to that. His cock was as rockhard as ever as he looked up at my friend, completely naked now, even more uncertain than I was of what might come next.

But Ella knew. Of course she did.

“Stand up,” she said. She wasn’t talking to me, but all the same, I rose to my feet. And after a moment, Jeff did the same. He pushed himself up out of the armchair, his cock sticking right out in front of him, swaying slightly with his movements. There was a faint smile on Ella’s red lips now, and I hardly dared to breathe as I watched, waiting to see what happened next.

Ella stepped forward. As she reached out toward Jeff, I stifled a gasp. It was just so shocking to see this, to see her dressed up all sexy and him naked and turned on, with her touching my boyfriend’s body. But as she took his wrist in her hand and stepped behind him, I saw that this was not a sexual touch. Well, only in the most roundabout way, I suppose. Because Ella had come back from wherever she had gone with a pair of handcuffs, and she had pulled his wrists behind his back and snapped the handcuffs on. I heard the clicking of the ratcheted steel closing around his hands, and Jeff turned to look at Ella over his shoulder with an expression of shock on his face.

But Ella wasn’t in shock. Far from it. My dominatrix best friend was in her element, and now she had my boyfriend’s hands tied behind his back, she clearly felt even more in charge. Her movements were a lot slower now as she stepped out from behind him, circling around to stand in front of him again. And I’ll admit it. Looking at him standing there, naked, rockhard, with his hands bound behind his back, sent a shiver of arousal through me. I had never even fantasized about this. I had never had any desire to take control in the bedroom. But now, looking at my boyfriend, helpless and horny as he was, I could see for myself just how much fun it was. Certainly, I could see the appeal.

“Seriously.”

Ella looked Jeff up and down, her blue eyes shining as they roamed over every inch of his body, and this time, the sneer on her face was more pronounced. She raised her eyebrows as she looked at his cock, then turned to me, her lips slightly parted.

“You’re telling me you’re satisfied with that thing?” she said, her latex catsuit creaking as she folded her arms under her boobs, making them even more prominent, making my poor humiliated boyfriend desire her even more.

“Yeah, I am,” I said truthfully. I was. And as much as this was amusing me, as much as it was turning me on, I felt kind of bad for Jeff, standing there being humiliated like this. Of course, that didn’t prompt me to defend him, or to try to get Ella to go easy on him. I was way too invested in what might happen next for that.

“I don’t see how,” Ella said, a slight frown showing on her beautiful face. “I know you’ve had bigger than that. Does he know that?”

I looked at Jeff. He looked at me. He had this scandalized look on his face, and I wasn’t surprised. Ella was so out-of-control, so cruel and mocking. Of course, I knew that was the point. And it was sexy. I just wondered how Jeff was going to handle all this. But his cock was still rockhard, still jutting out from his body as he looked at me and at Ella. Maybe it was just the suit she was wearing, sexy enough all by itself to keep him excited no matter what else happened. Or maybe he was just as excited as I was by this kinky twist.

I hoped so. Because Ella was giving me all these crazy ideas, and caught up in her game as I was, I was inclined to follow them wherever they led.

“Well, yeah,” I said, looking straight into Jeff’s handsome face as I spoke. “I’ve had bigger.”

Jeff gulped, and Ella laughed out loud.

“How much bigger?” she pressed. “Who was that one guy you were with for a while before you met Jeff? He was really big, wasn’t he? Girls talk about everything,” Ella explained with a smirk as she turned to Jeff. And his eyes darted toward her for only a second before returning to me. For once, for the first time since Ella opened the door to us in that remarkable outfit, Jeff’s focus was all on me instead of her. That excited me, too. That persuaded me that what we were doing, strange as it was, was the right choice.

“Dave? Yeah, he was… He was pretty big.”

Jeff winced visibly as Ella laughed again. But it still wasn’t enough for my wild dominatrix friend. It seemed like she wanted to completely emasculate my boyfriend, to humble him totally while she had him at her mercy. And I guess part of me wanted the same thing, because I was absolutely a willing participant in Ella’s crazy game.

“How much bigger?”

Ella held up one hand, her index finger and thumb separated by a small gap. Her eyes on me, she slowly parted them, the gap getting wider by the second. When her digits were about two inches apart, I nodded. And Ella howled with laughter as she turned toward Jeff.

“That much? Look at that, loser. That’s the size of cock your girlfriend deserves. Much bigger than yours. I know women say size doesn’t matter, but guess what? That’s a total lie. You’re lucky she hasn’t kicked you to the curb already with that worthless thing.”

“Ella,” I said, but my friend barely even glanced at me. She seemed totally caught up in the wild things she was saying now, her dominatrix role taking her over completely. She was enjoying herself. That was for sure. I had wondered how she could afford a house like this, and now that she had revealed to me that she was a dominatrix, I was starting to understand. I had heard before how much women could make by catering to the specific fetishes of men. But this wasn’t work for her. This was something she wanted, her bright blue eyes lit up with glee at what she was doing to my boyfriend. Besides, my heart wasn’t in my lame little word of caution. I was as anxious to see where this led as she was.

“You can’t even call it a cock, really, can you?” Ella said, frowning as she stared down at Jeff’s endowment. “It’s more like a little dicklet. And there you were, walking around like you’re a man all this time, when in fact, you’re not a real man at all. See? I told you I could tell. Women always can. Just think. Probably every woman you’ve ever met has secretly suspected you had a tiny cock.”

I couldn’t help it. The whole situation was so ridiculous, and what Ella was saying was so far from the truth. Sure, it was true I had had bigger men than Jeff, but there was nothing really wrong with his size. I had certainly had smaller, too. Besides, I love him, and the size of his manhood wasn’t something I had ever given a lot of thought to. Yet still, Ella’s insults were working so unbelievably well. I could see Jeff practically wilting, almost shrinking into himself as my gorgeous friend made fun of his size. It was ridiculous how easy it was to make him feel bad about something that wasn’t even an issue. But clearly, Ella knew exactly what she was doing. Maybe her adventures in domination had given her an insight into male inadequacy that I would never have gotten any other way.

Ella stepped forward. Her glistening suit creaked again as she stood right in front of Jeff, and her dark hair whispered over her shoulders as she turned her smiling face to me. As always, she was dripping with confidence, as if she never questioned even one of her actions, but even though she didn’t say anything, I could see the unspoken question in her expression. And I nodded. Just a tiny little movement of the head, barely perceptible. Maybe Jeff wouldn’t even see it, wouldn’t notice with this beautiful latex-clad dominatrix standing in front of him. But Ella understood. And as she reached out toward him, running her fingertips slowly down his vibrating chest, I clenched my hands into fists, squeezing my thighs together where I stood, unbelievably turned on by the outrageous spectacle in front of me.

Ella’s hand kept moving down, over Jeff’s stomach muscles. And now, as she grinned wolfishly at him, it was his turn to turn toward me with a questioning expression on his face. This time, I didn’t nod. But my smile at the same effect. Jeff had my permission to allow this to happen to him, because it was turning me on so much. Besides, I thought with another little tremor of lust, it wasn’t like he could do anything about it. My boyfriend was helpless now, at the mercy of both of us. I could hardly believe how exciting I found it.

Jeff let out a long, ragged breath through his nostrils as Ella touched his cock. She touched it lightly, just moving her fingertips over the hot network of swollen veins. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, and even more, I couldn’t believe what I was feeling. Because I didn’t feel jealous, the way I might’ve thought I would if I had ever bothered to imagine such an insane scenario. Maybe because Jeff had no power here, because this wasn’t his choice, even though I knew he was enjoying it. He wasn’t being unfaithful to me, because Ella had total control over him, to use his body in any way she saw fit. It turned me on more than I would ever have believed possible.

And slowly, carefully, she smiled as she did it, looking down at his endowment, toying with him. It was all so easy for her to reduce them to a panting mess in front of her, and that was all part of her power. Along with the outfit, that was what made her so sexy, to see how easily she could manipulate this man, could give or withhold pleasure until he was gazing at her with eyes filled with pure desperation.

And Ella knew exactly how to use that.

“You know what I think?” she said softly, speaking in a sultry voice now, knowing we were both hanging on her every word. “I think a little dicklet like this doesn’t belong in men’s underwear. I think this pathetic excuse for cock needs to be in women’s panties.”

“Oh my God, Ella, are you serious?” I spluttered. But even though my friend had an infectious smile on her face as she turned to me, I already knew that she was. I had no idea what kind of outrageous kinky games she had been playing before we got there, but clearly, it hadn’t been enough. She was still riding that high, still caught up with that wild excitement. And she just seemed too powerful to resist.

“Yeah,” she said. “I think you look really cute. Besides, nothing teaches a man his real place in the pecking order quicker than that. Slip him into some panties, and he can’t even pretend to be a real man anymore. And trust me: things go a lot better when losers like this know their place.”

Jeff gasped as Ella closed her hand around his shaft at last. She gripped it tight, squeezing it, making him moan in a combination of pleasure and nervousness.

Then, still holding onto my boyfriend’s cock, Ella turned.

She held him in her fist as she took a step across the living room. In her grip, Jeff had no choice but to follow. He stumbled along behind her, literally led by the cock, following her gorgeous swaying body with its long legs and firm round ass, a vision of total dominant sexiness that my boyfriend clearly found irresistible.

“Come on,” Ella said brightly as she continued to walk across the living room, and I didn’t know if she was talking to Jeff or to me, but I knew it didn’t matter. I followed behind them, the three of us making a crazy procession as Ella led us through her house. Passing by the open doorway that led to the kitchen, she pulled my boyfriend by the cock toward the stairs and began to climb. He did his best to keep up, her grip on his manhood never failing, and I followed behind. As sexy and powerful and dominant as she had looked from the moment she opened the door to us, she looked even more unstoppable now.

Ella led us upstairs and down the hallway toward her bedroom. There, she guided Jeff toward the middle of the room until he stood at the foot of her bed. Finally releasing her grip on his shaft, she stepped away from him, the sound of her high heels quieter now that she walked on carpet. And as she moved toward the dresser, I stepped toward Jeff, smiling what I hoped was an encouraging smile. Standing in front of him, I couldn’t help myself. I placed my hands on his shoulders and leaned forward, kissing him. After just a moment of hesitation, he kissed me back, and I felt the hunger in his body through his lips as they moved on mine.

“Just relax, baby,” I murmured as our lips parted. “I don’t know why, but this is so sexy to me. Just go along with it.”

“Yeah, Jeff, be a good sport,” Ella said as she returned to where we stood in the center of the room. “Let us dress you up in panties to show you what a loser you are.”

And I saw my friend had a pair of underwear in her hand. They were a hot pink, with two black strips up the sides, where decorative laces ran from top to bottom. Crouching in front of Jeff, she held the panties out and ordered him to step into them.

“Do it, babe,” I smiled as he turned to look at me. “I think it’s sexy.”

And a feeling of power flowed through me as Jeff did what I wanted, just because I told him it turned me on. With a sigh, he raised one foot from the floor, stepping into the underwear Ella held out. And she giggled as he then did the same with the other foot, allowing her to pull the underwear up his legs.

Ella stood up. She pulled the panties up around him, pulling them up his hips until the elastic waistband pressed his cock back against his stomach. But our new mistress wasn’t happy with that. Taking Jeff’s cock in her hand again, she stuffed it inside the panties. The elasticated pink fabric could barely contain his throbbing cock, and I couldn’t contain my laughter, either. It burst out of me, and I saw Jeff’s cheeks burning with embarrassment, and Ella’s laughter echoed my own as she continued to pull the panties into place.

“Turn around,” she ordered. And as if the feminine underwear he wore completely broke any resistance he might’ve had, Jeff just did as he was told without a word of complaint. He turned around until Ella stopped him, his back to me, and she pulled the pink panties even further up his ass, his cheeks showing underneath the underwear that was cut to show them off.

“You know what? His ass actually looks great in those,” I said, making Ella laugh again. But I wasn’t joking. The hot pink underwear buried between his cheeks and clinging to his hips seemed to show off the shape of his backside even more, and anyway, it was a part of his body I had always enjoyed. I stepped forward, and, acting on pure instinct, not giving myself time to think, I reached out and smacked my boyfriend’s ass playfully. He jumped from surprise, and Ella laughed again.

“Yeah, that’s right,” she said, a new edge of excitement in her voice. “Smack that shit.”

And, standing beside Jeff, she did the same. Only she smacked him a lot harder than I did. Jeff really jumped as she spanked his ass, making a loud crack reverberate in the air of the bedroom. And I loved the way his butt bounced inside the skimpy underwear as my friend slapped it. Again, I smacked his other cheek, a little bit harder this time, rubbing the bare skin afterward while he stood moaning before us.

“This is what small-dicked losers get,” Ella sneered, one hand clutching Jeff’s shoulder as she spoke into his ear. “They get humiliated. They get shamed. They get spanked and punished for being so useless. Now, you need to say something, panty boy. You need to apologize to your girlfriend for having such a small cock.”

I gasped. And Jeff gasped too. He still stood with his back to me, his shoulders shaking, his head cast down in shame. And Ella’s fingertips sank slightly into his shoulder as she gripped tight, her other hand raised, ready to deliver another stinging blow to his ass.

But in the end, it wasn’t necessary.

“Sorry, Sam,” Jeff said in a voice that was thick with desire and humiliation. “Sorry for having such a small cock.”

And as Ella turned her face toward me, her eyes wide, her mouth wide open in an expression of surprise and delight, I felt a surge of wild and unexpected power and arousal roaring through me.