The Adventures of Dixie
Chapter One
Stacey and I met Jack Jackson at a local swing club. For Stacey, it was love at
first sight, and I really can't blame her. With his salt and pepper hair, and
standing well over six feet in height, Jack was all man. I, on the other hand,
am shorter than my wife, and I have a penchant for crossdressing. Plus, I'm
very submissive. That's why we went to the swing club in the first place. The
open-minded atmosphere was perfect for her to meet masculine men, while I served
the members drinks in my cute little cocktail waitress outfit.
In fact, I remember Jack's first drink order on that fateful night. "A double
scotch for me and whatever that gorgeous, big-tittied blonde wants." That
gorgeous, big tittied blonde happened to be my wife, who was winking salaciously
at Jack, and even blowing him a sultry kiss.
I spent that evening attending to their requests, serving drinks, lighting
cigarettes and cigars, and supporting Stacey's legs as Jack pounded with her
deeply.
Usually, Stacey would get bored with a new guy after a couple of steamy
encounters. But this was not the case with Jack. Soon, he was spending more
and more time at our house and taking full advantage of Stacey's hospitality.
Before Jack started coming over, Stacey allowed me to dress up and masturbate as
much as I wanted to. Jack put an end to that. I would wear what he dictated,
and my orgasms were put under his strict control.
The clothes he had me wear were not always frilly and feminine, but designed to
humiliate. For instance, every Saturday I had to wash and wax his full-sized
SUV. My car washing outfit consisted of the tightest, pink lycra, short shorts
imaginable; a teeny tiny t-shirt with "Hot Lips" stenciled on the front; white
canvas sneakers with pink laces; and yellow, heavy duty rubber cleaning gloves.
I was not allowed to wear a wig with this outfit. Instead, a lacy pink garter
was used as a headband.
Once in a while I was allowed to accompany them to an expensive restaurant, at
my expense of course. On these occasions I had to wear a business suit that was
several sizes too large for me. This only accented my small stature as I sat
next to Jack and Stacey. Underneath the suit I wore an extremely tight corset,
seamed stockings, and thong underwear, along with a large butt plug inserted in
my bottom. I could barely finish my salad, while they enjoyed the most
expensive entrees on the menu.
It was over dinner one night that Jack proposed a plan to further govern our
household. "You know, dickie, I have been a little disappointed with you
lately."
My mouth got dry and with a shaky voice I said, "How s-s-so, Mr. Jackson?" The
tone of his voice was very stern.
He pulled a notepad out of his suit pocket. "I'm glad you asked, little dickie,
because I have long list of comments." I gulped, trying to swallow, not knowing
what could possibly be on his list. "I'll start with the most recent and work
my way back."
Stacey idly lit a cigarette and inspected her manicure. Jack continued.
"Number one. After I had fucked Stacey this morning and rang for my ritual
coffee and cigar, you took over thirty seconds to get from the kitchen to my
bedside. That's unacceptable."
I felt it best not to protest that my steps were restricted to six-inch
increments due to the chains attached to my ankles.
"Number two. Last night, after I graciously allowed you to cum inside your D'
Orsay pump, you hesitated for a brief instant before swallowing your trivial
issue. That is not gratitude."
Jack was so right. It had been two months since my last orgasm, and he was so
kind to grant me release. But my "trivial issue" was very copious, and well, I
did hesitate a little before lifting the shoe to my mouth. After all, it was
kind of chunky.
"Number three. At the swing club the other night, it took you twenty minutes to
blow five bikers. And you didn't even swallow one guy's cum. Instead you
gagged like a little girl. Very disappointing."
My knees began to tremble. It was true. After taking a hundred dollar bill
from one of the bikers, Jack ordered me to suck them off. The last biker's cum
was very plentiful and had quite a strong taste.
"Number four. Your weight has increased from 115 pounds to 117 pounds. Now I
know cum has a lot of protein, dickie. But a two-pound weight gain? Creampie
will no longer be a part of your diet until your weight returns to my
standards."
My heart sank. Stacey's well-fucked pussy was so warm and tasty after Jack had
fucked her in his animal-like way. This, indeed, was punishment!
"And last, but not least, number five. It's more a global comment. Something
I've noticed over the last few months." Jack confidently put his notepad back
in his suit pocket and leaned back, lighting a cigar. Puffing it to life, and
grabbing Stacey's thigh, Jack spoke expansively. "It has to do with attitude,
dickie. Like I tell the girls at work, it's all about attitude. I like a nice
cheery greeting in the morning. I want to see a little wiggle in the hips.
Some energy! You get my drift, dickie?" He blew a smoke ring that circled my
nose.
"Y-y-y-yes, Mr. Jackson. You have been such inspiration for Stacey. The least
I can do is be more appreciative." I looked at Stacey for support, but she was
busy checking her makeup.
"Good boy, little dickie," Jack said, and I squirmed with the sound of his
praise. "So you know what I mean. When I say no orgasm for three months, what
do you say?"
I tried to answer quickly, but the thought of three months of denial did cause
me to pause. "I will say, Thank you, Mr. Jackson! You are most generous!"
"That's a good boy, dickie. Now take this for me." He handed me a small blue
pill. "It's a legal drug, dickie. One for erectile dysfunction."
"But, Mr. Jackson, I don't suffer from impotence," I said.
Jack's voice got very firm. "Now, little dickie, you see what I mean about
attitude? I want to see a more positive response than that."
"Yes, Mr. Jackson. Thank you for your concern." I took the pill from his large
hand and emptied my glass of water.
"That's better," Jack said. "In an hour or so your little dickie will be harder
than Chinese arithmetic." He laughed loudly and Stacey joined in, too. "Now
it's off to the club!"
At the club, after the pill started having a most profound effect on my tiny
pecker, Jack made me unzip my oversized pants and walk around with my little
stiffy poking out. A sign was hung about my neck that read: Empty Suit. The
women at the club loved it!
Later, I performed a long strip tease for the lady's, shedding my large suit and
exposing, piecemeal, my lacy and restrictive undergarments. One of the ladies,
a rather matronly overweight woman, actually brought out a tape measure and
announced to the hooting crowd that I was three inches of hot love! Her comment
was a real crowd pleaser.
Jack and Stacey laughed all the way home as I lay in the back in the luggage
compartment of his SUV.
"That enough air for you back there, dickie?" Jack said as he adjusted the AC to
a freezing level. I could not answer because of the ball gag.; I just shivered
uncontrollably.
"Jack, honey, I just loved seeing dickie all dolled up and wearing wingtips. At
first I thought he should wear high heels at the club, but you were right.
Those ugly shoes and that frilly underwear made the perfect combination!"
"Did it make you hot, baby?" Jack asked.
"Hot enough to suck your cock all night, lover," she giggled. The sounds of
their kissing were unmistakable as I humped the rough carpet in order to get
warm.
