In Her Debt - Part 19

Even under normal circumstances a pair of smooth, slick, silky knickers sliding over his skin and holding his cock in their sensuous embrace would have pushed the young men into the heights of arousal...given that Alex was in a haze of narcotics fuelled hormones *and* his skin was super-sensitive due to it's depilatory and softening treatments the latest piece of underwear he was trying on drove him wild.

He groaned as he twirled to show them off to his tormentors who cooed and lavish praise on him. The lady's phones, set to silent, were being deluged with texts from Alex's webcam audience

"OMG HE'S GORGEOUS" read one, "Holy shit, you did it! Can't wait to get my claws into him" read another. One in particular caught Arabella's gaze "I absolutely LOVE her".

Mindful of the watching public Arabella asked Alex to walk up and down, this had the effect of troking the silky cami shorts up and down his cock and very soon and distinct dark patch was visible

"Oh dear" chuckled Georgina "looks like little Alex really likes being encased in silk" she stalked over to him and hugged him "Don't worry, I promise you it can be arranged"

Alex tried to protest "Seriously, I don't *want* to wear these" he protested but Georgina just kissed him on the cheek "Shhhhh I'm like your sister now, you don't need to worry" she whispered into his ear. Her hand strayed down to his silk-clad cock and she stroked gently and slowly. It was utterly pleasurable but just too slow to take him over the edge "I can see what womens underwear does to you, no secrets from between us hun"

By now the wet patch was all too obvious (much to Arabella's delight) and so after quick picture the cami shorts came off and the next pair applied. A gorgeously frilly pair of black french knickers.

The two ladies (and the secret webcam audience) agreed that Alex had found his perfect undergarments.

If Alex thought the worst of the ordeal was over he was sorely mistaken, Arabella knew to gently push her pets and never give them a moment to rebel...with that in mind she produce some delicate black stockings.

"No" announced Alex "Seriously Miss Williams, I can't wear stockings....Please"

Arabella was as dismissive as Alex was emphatic "Stop being a silly thing, you have no socks....this is the best we can do. No-one will see unless you are planning a strip-tease. Now you promised me you wouldn't let me down"

Georgina lead him over to the dresser and sat him down, she gently rolled the stockings up each leg and secured him with garters. Alex's humiliation was pushed to new heights but surreally the women who shared his life brushed off all suggestions that there was anything amiss.

Next Arabella produced a pair of her riding pants. The smooth cotton slid over the nylons and pressed them on the newly shaved skin of his ankles, calfs and thighs heightening the tactile arousal.

Next a pair of calf length boots were added and the final piece of the ensemble, a blue silk blouse.

The blouse was not openly girly but it was obviously feminine. The neckline was much lower and the sleeves only came down to his wrists, it was cut to complement his waist and the overall effect was very feminizing.

Georgina and Arabella declared that he looked smart and elegant and that no-one would really pay his attire attention. Alex was too mortified for words. He had been slowly and sytemitically beaten into submission by a mixture of narcotics and two utterly expert dominatrixes.

His cock throbbed as the frilly cotton of his new underwear stroked his cock and the sensuous nylon hugged his thighs. The silk of the blouse slid liquid-like over his nipples and the nape of his neck. The three posed for a picture and a glass of wine was thrust into his hand, taking two other glasses the three housemates chinked glasses and they sipped wine and made smalltalk.

The two women give him affectionate smiles and his nerves settled as the booster shot of the arousal stimulant and resistance reducing drugs crash once more into his system

A bleep alerted Arabella that a car was at the gates of the estate and the three made their way to the door where Reverend Jane was just pulling him to whisk them to the party