I gave you an order.’ ‘I could be punished if…’ ‘You could be punished for refusing my orders. And no one is going to see us here.’ He loo...ked confused, so she changed tactics, instead giving him a fetching look, pleading with her eyes. He slowly complied with her orders, taking off most of his clothing. Even before he was done, she was running her hands up and down his body, pressing into it, and kissing him greedily. She pushed him into the ground and straddled one of his strong muscular. I was relieved but also a little disappointed. I figured he would insist.Weeks went by and I didn't get any pressure. I actually started to get annoyed. Why didn't he want me? I started trying to tempt him. I started wearing increasingly sluttish things around the house. Spaghetti straps with no bra, and just panties were becoming common attire at home. I left the bathroom door open when I was showering, I tried on bikinis and asked him what he thought, I made excuses to brush up against him. " Says the guy who married an eighteen year old..." he laughed.I leaned back in my chair, laced my fingers behind my head, and smiled. "Yep! VERY respectable."Harvey laughed. "Dan, Dan, Dan ... You gotta quit smiling like that..."We floated through the week, facing Saturday plans to drive two hundred miles to meet the ex-wife halfway and retrieve Sandy for her summer stay with me. I came in from work on Wednesday to find Nina in Sandy's room, cleaning, dusting, setting things right. A bowl of. Ever-seeking her true path, never finding it. Perpetually confused anddisillusioned, she was now trapped by life's circumstances.John, on the other hand, paid dearly for his arrogance. He was made aslave-- sex, panty, and toilet. Feminized despite his masculinity, he wasmade to wear panties which he was destined to forever soil for theamusement of his current Mistress; for whom, too, 'loads' would beworshipped (both hers and his), her every whim, however humiliating,obeyed without question.