Chapter 6
Something very mysterious was happening at the Froline mansion.
It was two days since Marla Blaine had put Tyler Reed in panties and made him her slave. But Linda Sue Froline, the beautiful teenager, knew nothing of such matters.
She did know that her mother, Charlotte, very definitely wanted her away from the mansion this night. Why? Linda Sue would find out.
Charlotte usually was far from thrilled at her wild daughter's escapades, but today she had suggested that Linda Sue go away for the weekend. She even offered her daughter the use of the family's private jet to fly down to Acapulco of Vegas or the Florida Keys.
Linda Sue told her mother that she planned to stay in the Dallas-Fort Worth area. Charlotte Froline kept hinting that Linda Sue should go away somewhere.
Of course, this only ignited her daughter's curiosity. Linda Sue made a pretense of going out for the night. In reality, the teenager never left the mansion
The family home was so large that it was easy for her to hide in it without being spotted. She found an empty room in the west wing and settled in to see what would happen this night. It had to be something pretty important!
Not for the first time, Linda Sue wondered if the mystery had something to do with her brother Julian and his peculiar erotic obsession.
Perhaps Charlotte Froline had found out about her son's cross-dressed behavior with the buxom black servant, Lucy Lyncastle. Linda Sue hoped her brother hadn't been found out. His obsession gave her the perfect lever to control him with.
And Daddy was behaving a bit oddly these last few days, too. He seemed nervous, abstracted and pre-occupied. Linda Sue wondered if he was having a disagreement with her mother. Before this night was over, she would have her answers.
In another part of the house, Nelson Froline was more nervous and worried than ever. Marla Blaine had given him a bizarre command.
Nelson was dressed in a long-sleeved, high-collared man's shirt and a pair of dark slacks. But beneath them, he was in panties and stockings.
A black satin garter belt was around his waist. Long, seductive black stockings covered his legs. Over his stockings and garters he wore a pair of lacy black panties. When he moved, he could hear his nylons rustling against his trousers. He sat in a chair in a room he used as a study.
Nelson loved to cross-dress, but he was always very careful not to let his private kink intrude on his personal family life.
But today, for some reason, Marla hadn't been able to rendezvous with him in Room 605 of the Dorando Hotel. He was jealous and wondered if she had found some new, younger cross-dressed male to torment and tantalize.
Over the phone, Marla commanded him to put on his panties and stockings and garter belt and wear them tonight. Nelson didn't know what she was up to. It seemed like an arbitrary command, but so many of her commands were.
She warned him that he could never hope to deceive her and that even though she wouldn't be seeing him tonight, she would know if he obeyed her command. She promised him that if he dared to disobey her, he would be severely punished and possibly even expelled from her stable of TV slaves.
Nelson had no intention of disobeying her. Her word was law. Perhaps Marla was seeking to extend her control of him into his home life as well.
It was an alarming but an exciting prospect. Nelson had to admit that being dressed in his favorite kind of garments - women's garments - was a new kick.
The study was a handsome room. There was a massive antique desk, a leather covered couch, a few comfortable chairs, a large globe of the world and bookcases filled with many handsomely bound volumes.
There was a sharp, firm knock on the door. Nelson said, "Yes? Who is it?"
"It's me - Charlotte." The door opened and Charlotte Froline entered.
During her youth, Charlotte had been the darling of the society columns. She was rich, beautiful and wild. Since her marriage, she had become domestic, but her more subdued behavior did nothing to take away from her considerable beauty.
She still had the same seductive physique she had had when she was the Homecoming Queen at college. Her breasts were full, yet firm, with sharp pointed nipples. Her waist was slender. Her bottom was ripely rounded, without fat or sag.
She had ash blonde hair and an aristocratic face. She was an ardent horsewoman and loved the outdoors. Her skin was bronzed by the sun.
She had blue eyes, a thin patrician nose and full, red lips. When she entered Nelson's study, she wore a large, oversized robe which covered her from her neck to her ankles. It was made of black velvet and belted around the waist.
She closed the door behind her. She held something behind her back, so that Nelson couldn't see what it was. She smiled to herself, as though savoring some private joke. "I have a little something for you, dear."
She took the hidden object from behind her back and showed it to him.
"What the- " Nelson blurted in amazement, his face reddening.
Charlotte held a long switch, a fresh-cut branch from a tree which she had had one of the servants fetch for her earlier in the day.
The switch was long, thin and flexible, like a whip. Charlotte held it in both hands. Her eyes were hot and excited. She went to her husband.
She said, "I have something to show you, darling. Look at me, but say nothing."
She opened the robe and took it off. Beneath it, she was bizarrely costumed.
A frilly black lace bra cupped and lifted her breasts. The bra was specially wired and reinforced and plumped up her white, swelling bosom.
Around her lean waist was a black lace garter belt. It had fat lace flounces which rested on her skin like veils and four frilly garters.
A pair of black satin panties made a dark triangle across her hips. The sensual fabric was tight and taut against her pussy and clearly outlined her pubic mound.
Nylons covered her long legs. Thousands of hours of riding horses had made her legs superbly strong. Muscles rippled under her smooth, soft skin.
Her height was increased by the high-heeled shoes she wore. They were made of black patent leather and were so shiny that they seemed to shed their own light.
Nelson was stunned. His eyes bulged in astonishment, and his mouth hung slackly open. He blinked rapidly, and was half-convinced that he was dreaming it all.
Charlotte moved with easy grace as she crossed the room. Her breasts jiggled in the black lace bra and her hips swayed from side to side. The high heels accented the contours of her lovely long legs.
She loomed over Nelson. His senses were spinning. He started to rise, but she put her hand on his shoulder and pushed him back into his chair.
She let the switch fall lightly across the tops of his thighs.
She said, "Do you know what this is, darling? It's a switch. And you do know what it's used for, don't you? It's used for punishing naughty little husbands. And you have been very, very naughty, haven't you, honey?"
"Charlotte - what is this?! I - I don't understand!"
"Sure you do." Her voice was rich and husky, with a slightly nasal Texas twang. "Marla's told me everything about you, Nelson. Everything!"
"Marla! But how- " He caught himself and finished weakly, "I, er, I don't know who you're talking about, Charlotte. I don't know any Marla."
"Oh yes, you do. I'm talking about Marla Blaine, Room 605, at the Dorando Hotel."
Nelson gasped. He felt sick to his stomach, like he was going to throw up. He was deathly pale and trembling. He swallowed hard.
"You've been very wicked." Charlotte caressingly rubbed the switch against his thighs. She let the whippy tip of it rub against his groin.
An unusual chain of circumstances had brought about the meeting of Marla Blaine and Charlotte Froline, a meeting which Marla had arranged.
A day ago, Charlotte received a call on her private phone from Tyler Reed, the detective she had engaged to dig up the facts about her husband's latest playmate.
Reed told her that he had to meet her in Room 605 at the Dorando that afternoon. He hadn't said what the meeting was about and was very mysterious .
All the same, that afternoon found Charlotte in Room 605.
Marla Blaine and Tyler Reed were in the room. The detective seemed embarrassed and a bit upset and after he introduced Marla and Charlotte, he had gone into Marla's bedroom, leaving the two women to settle their differences.
Charlotte warily eyed Marla. She grudgingly admitted to herself that Marla was very beautiful, even if her good looks were a bit flashy and obvious.
Marla quickly got to the point of the meeting. She explained that she had no intention of blackmailing the Froline's, or making any kind of deal.
She, Marla, would soon by leaving Dallas for Los Angeles. Before she went, she wanted to make sure that her favorite slaves would be well taken care of.
In graphic detail, Marla explained the nature of Nelson Froline's compulsion. She described his love of woman's clothing and how he liked to be dressed, dominated, humiliated and forced to serve a beautiful mistress as her slave girl.
Charlotte listened in amazement. She found it hard to believe that her husband, whom she had always considered relentlessly straight and even a bit dull, actually had so many sexual kinks and obsessions. It was a thrilling revelation.
Charlotte asked Marla, "But why are you telling me all this?"
"You're his wife," Marla said. "You love him and want him to be happy, don't you? Well, here's how you can make him happy and yourself, too. You know, it's pretty wild to make your man your slave. It's a real turn on, Mrs. Froline."
Marla went on to say that if Charlotte wished, she, Marla, would teach her how to dominate and dress and discipline her man. Charlotte's first instinct was to tell her to go to hell, but something about the idea struck a deep, responsive chord in her mind. Nelson -dressed in panties - becoming her slave?
Charlotte considered the possibilities. They were, frankly, delicious.
Marla demonstrated her skills in the most dramatic way. She called Tyler Reed back into the living room and told him to take off his clothes.
The detective blushed with shame, but obeyed. Charlotte was stunned to see the veteran manhunter obey Marla as meekly as a little child.
Reed took off his clothes. He was dressed in lingerie. He wore a satin chemise, a frilly garter belt and stockings. All the garments were soft pink in color.
Marla made him get down on his knees and kiss her foot. Then she had him roll over on his back and open his mouth so she could stick her spiked heel into it.
Marla moved her foot up and down, causing the stiletto heel to thrust in and out of Reed's mouth. His puckered pink lips sucked the spike.
Charlotte was amazed and excited. It must be wonderful to control a man like that!
There was more to come. Reed's hands were bound behind his back and his mouth was gagged. Marla had him bend forward from the waist, so that he leaned face down across the back of a sofa. Standing behind him, she pulled down his panties.
His body was clean and smooth shaven now. Marla had shaved every bit of hair off his body, with the exception of his neatly trimmed pubic patch.
Charlotte switched chairs and moved closer to Marla and Reed for a better view. Reed's member hardened when Marla pulled down his panties in the back.
His cock bulged in the crotch of the panties. The panties were in his size, since Marla had already gone on shopping trips to buy him a wardrobe of woman's garments.
Marla whipped his ass with her strap. Leather smacked against soft flesh. Reed grunted behind his gag every time the strap hit him.
Marla strapped him until his buttocks were bright red and his face was twisted with pain. She said, "I haven't even warmed him up yet. Would you care to take a try, Mrs. Froline? I believe that you'll find it most stimulating."
"I would love to," Charlotte said. She rose and crossed the room and went behind Reed. His smooth ass cheeks were bright and burning and welted.
Charlotte took the leather strap from Marla, a mounting sense of excitement churning in her belly. She hadn't felt this electrically alive in years!
Marla said, "He's tough, Mrs. Froline, so don't worry about hitting him too hard."
"I won't. And please don't be so formal. Call me Charlotte."
Marla smiled. Her smile widened when she saw Charlotte slash the strap across Reed's backside. He moaned sickly with pain. Most women are timid when they first take up the strap, but Charlotte showed no such hesitation. She cracked the leather strap across Reed's bottom like she had been doing it all her life.
It wasn't hard for Charlotte to get into the scene. The daughter of one of Texas' wealthiest families, she had been used to getting what she wanted. and as a superb horsewoman who could control the most spirited stallion, she thought nothing of controlling a human male animal. She never used a whip on her horses, but she discovered that she loved whipping Reed's quivering bottom.
She stopped when her arm got tired. There were numerous welts and blisters rising up on Reed's abused bottom. He wasn't crying, but his eyes were moist and he was moaning softly through the gag. Marla congratulated Charlotte on her debut.
Marla put her hand on Reed's ass. He whimpered at her touch. She said, "His bottom feels like it's burning up! You've got all the makings of a natural-born dominatrix, Charlotte! You're going to drive that husband of your wild!"
Later on, Marla led her scarlet-bottomed slave into the bedroom and demonstrated some of the benefits of having a submissive male at her beck and call.
Marla's panties came off. She sat on the edge of her bed and spread her legs wide open. Reed knelt at her feet. She grabbed his ears and pulled his face into her pussy. Charlotte sat in a chair near the bed, watching the action.
Charlotte's pussy was wet. She loved watching Reed use his tongue to bring Marla to orgasm. Reed didn't care at all about his own pleasure, but slaved away to satisfy Marla. Marla ground her pussy against his hot, wet mouth.
After she recovered from her climax, Marla asked Charlotte if she wanted to use Reed for her own pleasure. "Why in hell not?" Charlotte said.
She lifted her skirt and peeled her pantyhose off her hips, down her thighs and calves and off her feet. Down came her panties, exposing her naked pussy.
She lay down on the bed, propping some pillows behind her head. She spread her long legs wide open on the satin sheets. Reed knelt between her legs and pressed his face against her pussy. His lips and tongue flicked inside her, licking and loving her dripping pink membranes. She put her hands on the cross-dressed slave's head and kept his mouth pressed firmly against her pussy.
Marla had taught him well and he licked Charlotte's clitoris skillfully, bringing her to a wrenching, soul-satisfying orgasm.
Just as satisfying as her orgasm was the heady feeling of power which came from controlling a full-grown adult male and making him a submissive slave whose only desire was to please the race of women in general and his mistresses in particular.
Marla fingered her pussy while she watched Reed tongue Charlotte.
While Charlotte recovered from her orgasm and caught her breath, Marla went to her and rested her hand on Charlotte's lush hip.
Marla murmured, "You're very beautiful, Charlotte."
Charlotte put her hand on Marla's and moved it between her legs. Then she closed her thighs on it. Marla smiled and reached for Charlotte's bosom.
Marla climbed on the bed. She undressed" Charlotte and fondled her naked breasts and her bottom and her pussy. Reed watched with wide, hot eyes.
Marla said, "Before we go any farther, we'd better secure this slave."
Charlotte sat up in bed and fondled her own pussy lips as she watched Marla put Reed in bizarre bondage. Down came Reed's panties, while Marla got her chastity belt. She showed Charlotte the penis-shaped butt plug in the inside of the belt's crotch piece and explained what it was used for.
Reed spread his high-heeled feet and bent forward from the waist. Marla parted his buttocks and greased them with lubricant. She greased up the butt plug, too.
Reed gasped and shivered as Marla guided the plug deep into his anus. Marla locked the belt in place and pulled his panties over it, covering it.
She bound him to the chair which faced her bed and gagged him again.
She returned to Charlotte, who waited for her with open arms - and open legs, too. Marla stretched her nude body on Charlotte's. Their breasts rubbed together and their long legs entwined. They kissed, thrusting their tongues in each other's mouths.
Before too long, they reversed positions and thrust their tongues into the. other's pussies. Charlotte was no stranger to the love of women, since she had had a number of lesbian affairs over the years.
Tyler Reed writhed in frustration. His ropes cut into his flesh. His cock was stiffly, furiously erect and bulged painfully against the confining chastity belt.
He watched with hot envious eyes as the two beautiful women made love only a few feet away from him. He ached to join them on the bed.
Marla crouched over Charlotte. Her pussy was pressed against Charlotte's open mouth and her mouth was pressed against Charlotte's dripping pussy.
They made love for an hour or two. While they rested, Marla described some of the sexual torments and delicious humiliations which she had abused Nelson with.
Later, the ladies untied Reed from the chair and punished him some more. After giving him pain, they set him to work for their pleasure.
Charlotte lay on her back. Reed got on top of her. She gripped his cock and guided it between her pussy lips. He thrust his hips forward, plunging the member into her. He was thick and long and filled her pussy tightly.
His panties and chemise were off, but he still wore his garter belt and stockings and a pair of high-heeled shoes Marla had put him into.
Marla stood over him with her strap. She whipped his buttocks. He wiggled and squirmed, trying to escape the pain which the sizzling strap brought him.
The strapping caused him to thrash and buck and thrust his stiff penis wildly into Charlotte's velvety pussy. It was one of the hottest, sweetest fucks she had had in years. His whimpers of pain only increased her enjoyment.
The fury of the whipping and of his fucking reached a crescendo at the same time. He thrust deep inside Charlotte. His hard cock twitched against the slippery pink membranes which gripped it. The strap cracked across his ass again and again.
He came, groaning. Charlotte gasped. She dug her fingernails into the muscles of his shoulders and upper back as his semen spurted into her pussy.
If Charlotte thought what had gone before was sweet, what followed was even sweeter. She was amazed when Marla ordered her cross-dressed male slave to clean his come out of Charlotte's pussy with his mouth. She was even more amazed when he obeyed.
It was night when Charlotte finally, reluctantly put on her clothes. She asked Marla what the dominatrix was planning to do about the detective.
"Former detective, you mean," Marla smiled. "My newest slave is retiring from that business. Sneaking around, snooping, peeping - that's hardly a dignified occupation for a sensitive slave who needs to be kept in panties at all times. No, Charlotte, your case was the last one that Tyler Reed will ever take."
Reed offered to refund the fee which Charlotte had paid. "Nonsense," she said, laughing. "This is one time that I got my money's worth!"
The next day, Charlotte arrived at the Dorando Hotel bright and early. Marla was still in bed when Charlotte arrived, so Charlotte joined her.
Charlotte spent the rest of the day learning the various tricks and turn-ons and secrets of dominating cross-dressed slaves. She couldn't have asked for a finer teacher than Marla. Charlotte was a quick learner, too.
Later that day, another of Marla's slaves arrived, a lovely young transvestite named Lane. He was so convincing, that Charlotte found it hard to believe he wasn't a real girl until she took down his panties and saw his very masculine cock and balls.
Marla and Charlotte warmed up by punishing and humiliating Lane and Reed. After that, they had a prolonged and exhausting four-way orgy.
When she finally dressed and made ready to leave, Charlotte took out her checkbook and wrote Marla a check for five thousand dollars -"for services rendered".
Marla wouldn't take it at first, but Charlotte wouldn't take no for an answer. "The money means nothing to me and I've already had over five thousand dollars worth of enjoyment and instruction," Charlotte explained.
Charlotte felt ready to tackle the delightful task of bringing her husband under her heel. It was something which was long overdue.
Now, she stood in Nelson's study, smiling down at him, savoring his discomfort as she informed him that Marla had explained all about his kinky compulsions.
She said, "Marla said that you look very cute in panties, Nellie. Yes, she even told me about the girlish name you go by when you're all dressed."
She told Nelson to strip so she could inspect him. He was still so stunned that he could hardly move. She slapped his face and he came out of his daze.
His masculine clothes fell in a heap on the floor. Charlotte said that she couldn't bear to look at them and kicked them out of sight under the desk.
Nelson stood in front of her. His excitement showed in the immense bulge his erect penis made in his panties, the tension stretching the satin fabric.
Charlotte shook her head. "You should have come to me years ago, you silly girl. You took a big risk by going to outsiders. It was lucky for you that Marla is the lovely person she is and not some cheap blackmailer who would have bled you white. Well, there won't be any risk of that happening, because from now on, I'm taking full control of you.