Joe Surrenders

At last Joe got the message. I allowed him to fumble behind me with the zip of my dress and he gasped as it fell to the floor. He was alone with this sexy woman in her underwear!

I undid his belt and pulled his trousers and pants down. His tiny dick was throbbing with excitement.

"Oh Joe, you are sooo big. Please be gentle with me!"

Fortunately I am a good actress and he was convinced he was the world's greatest lover. In reality a few excited thrusts and poor Joe collapsed on top of me.

I moved in with my shy boyfriend and inevitably I was boss. He is such a wimp and after all I am older than him. I am patient with him and we get on quite well together. Our sex life continues to be a disaster, although I make sure that Joe proudly believes he is OK in that department.

Playfully I began to adopt the role of the dominant mistress. I could see that this excited him and one day, when we had a slight disagreement I boldly told him that he was acting like a naughty schoolgirl and I should smack his bottom!.

I wondered how Joe would react to that remark. After all wasn't he supposed to be the man about the house? But Joe was keen to enter into the little charade. We both laughed as we jumped on to the bed and I pinned his arms above his head and warned him what happened to naughty schoolgirls. "They get their knickers pulled down and their bottoms smacked!"

Joe was up for it. "But I haven't got any knickers on Miss!"

We both giggled as I produced a matching slip and panties set.

"Oh no," said Joe, "Oh no."

But I was having none of it. "You must learn to obey your mistress," and with that I proceeded to strip him. After pleading with me to stop Joe soon stopped struggling and allowed his tormenter to dress him in a sexy slip and matching knickers.

I noticed that he was no longer laughing. Neither was he protesting and it dawned on me that he was actually thrilled with the idea of being girly.