3 comments/ 25880 views/ 7 favorites While You Were Away Ch. 01 By: SweetsFW "Another drink?" Sam asked me, slurring his words a bit. He didn't bother waiting for a response - just lumbered into the kitchen and left me with the telly smoking a cigarette. His sister and parents had gone for two weeks in Morocco, leaving him to rattle around alone in his house. For us this meant a lot of drinking and smoking inside. I checked the clock, it read quarter to two. "I probably ought to get a taxi after this one mate," I called through to him. He returned with two dark, stenching drinks - jaegar mixed with rum and I couldn't guess what else. "Stay over if you like," he said. "I've got training in the morning, but you can sleep it off while I go in. If I can make it in that is," he laughed. "I'm absolutely trollied." Sam was a footballer - not professional, but he played for a local team alongside college. I always thought they must have been a bit of a shit team, because he didn't seem to make it in sober too much of the time. I didn't have anything to do it the morning - it was the holidays and I had no job. Why not? So I accepted his offer. "Nice one! I'll stick you in our Becky's room, so I don't wake you up." For just one beat my heart slowed down just a little. You see, had I realised I'd be sleeping in Becky's room, I might have accepted a little quicker. I felt as if our night of boozing had dropped away as I thought about being in the sensual playground that I had been given for the night - the day too, as Sam was at training! I snapped back to reality and we continued drinking and chatting, doing shots and enjoying our freedom. Talking about women. We kept going till about four, when my eyes were starting to droop, so I took my drink up with me and told him I was off to bed. I was tired, but, just as I expected, I found my energy came back upstairs. Becky's room was painted an understated beige colour, and it was all very neat and organised. By her bed was a table with a mug and a lamp on it, but it was otherwise spotless clean. She had a big double bed, opposite which was a wide wardrobe, the kind that slides open. With that sick feeling I always get in my stomach, I slid open the door. So many dresses! Posh, casual, flirty, dramatic, but all beautiful, all different colours! I opened the cupboard next to her, piled up she had beautiful tops and skirts and shorts and cardigans. But these could wait for tomorrow, I thought to myself. I crouched down to the bottom shelf, where there was a silk nightie that caught my eye. Oh, I had already fantasised about it. When I was round at Sam's and his sister came down wearing it - blue with red roses on it - all I could think about was wearing it. How it would feel on me. I picked it up, it was incredibly light and supple in my hands. I held it against my body in the mirror, I almost put it back out of feeling it was wrong. Instead, I tore out of my jeans and my hoodie, and slunk it over my head. I tingled everywhere, and rubbed my hands down my body. The silk felt amazing. Looking in the mirror, it changed me, it made me look feminine. Pretty, even. I heard Sam trundle up the stairs and my heart beat heavy in my chest, even though I knew he was going to his room - I got the all familiar fear. I stood, hardly breathing, my cock making a silk canopy of the nightie. But he didn't go past. Jesus Christ! He turned the doorknob and came in. "Bloody hell." He said when he saw me. I felt naked. "What are you doing?" He asked. What to say?! "I... didn't have any pyjamas." I said, lamely. To my relief he laughed, and maybe it was all drunkenly okay. That is, till he eyes drifted downward, and I tried to hide my erection but he saw it. I was shaking now. All I could say was, "please don't tell anyone." I turned away from him and started to take it off. Just as I had pulled it over my bum he moved from the door to pull it back down. "Leave it," he grinned rakishly. "It looks nice." He kicked the door shut and kissed me on the neck. "What are you doing!?" I exclaimed, and pushed him, though he was much stronger than me and put his hands on the small of my back, forcing me close to him. He didn't answer, just turned off the light and kept kissing me, deeply. It was great; I felt drunk. I'd fantasised about men occasionally, and I was always turned on by wearing women's clothes - once I gave in to the weirdness it was exciting. He took me over to his sisters bed and lay me down in my nightie - him in his boxer shorts. He ran his hands all over my body, and I did the same to his. His, that smelt musty and masculine, and I suddenly felt so feminine, in my silk, my hair reaching my shoulders. "Turn over," he whispered in my ear. I did as he told me, knowing what was coming. He lay one arm under me and one over, resting his hands on my crotch. One started to slowly masturbate me, it felt incredibly intense. I pumped my body backwards and forwards, unable to think for the bizarreness and sexiness of it all. Then he pierced me, and I yelped! "Christ!" I wanted it so bad, and it hurt. He tried again, and entered a moment, which sent a spasm through my body and caused me to come ecstatically all over his sisters beautiful silk nightdress. He muttered something about training up and pulled out of me - thank God! He bit my neck and was fiddling around behind me, and slowly forced something into my ass. I gasped with pleasure this time, it was much smaller than him, but felt huge all the same! The drink took away any pain as it went all the way in, and he bit my neck. "Let's leave that there for the night, eh?" He said. He didn't take his arms off me and I lay awake for a while when I thought he must be asleep, and I had got hard again. I was so turned on, and the fact that whatever was in my ass was getting less comfortable only made me hotter. I put my hand on my shaft and slowly masturbated so as not to wake him up, while rubbing my shivering hands on the silk of the nightie. I didn't give a thought to what it would be like in the morning, mind. While You Were Away Ch. 02 I felt like a pig shat in my head. A bastard of a big who stole the moisture from my mouth while he was at it. My body slowly, groggily, reminded me that this was a hangover. For a moment I hadn't a clue where I was - I had planned to go home last night. I rolled over to check the time, and it was the jabbing in my ass that reminded me. Mortified I pulled the plug out of my ass and looked down at my silk covered body - I got instantly hard. Sam was nowhere to be seen - had he gone to training? Had he woken up and realised what we had done, what I had done and decided to piss off? I stood up and necked two ibuprofen that were lying on Becky's nightstand. I had a plan. Get dressed, act like nothing happened - Sam would be freaked enough to do that too and I could get out, go home, and die in a hole. Where the fuck were my clothes? I was sure I left them on the floor, in front of the mirror. That was where I put the dress on. Shit! I tried to open Becky's wardrobe but it wouldn't budge - and there was a padlock on the cupboard. Shite. Was he trying to humiliate me, make me ask him for my clothes in this dress, beg him, like a sissy? Maybe that's what I was. I tentatively stepped out onto the landing and called his name - no answer. I pushed on his bedroom door and it was locked too. I traipsed downstairs slowly, where I saw a note blutacked to the front door. 'Gone to training. I've left your clothes in the bathroom - tidy up while I'm gone. Back around four if you're still around. Sam' Relief washed over me, I could just get my clothes, tidy up the mess and go. It was only noon, I wouldn't have to see him at all. So I went to the bathroom and looked around and my heart went right back to beating crazy. There were no clothes of mine here - only a black maids outfit hung on the door. It had a white apron, and knee high white stockings hung with it. Bastard! I scoured the other rooms but couldn't find any trace of my clothes. Not of any men's clothes to leave in - his room and his parent's were both locked. I still had time to find them. But I knew a way to calm myself down first. I slid Becky's nightie off, and with trembling hands pulled the white stockings up my legs. I pulled on the dress, and zipped it up to the top - it closed with a click. A click? That was odd. I suspected, but I thought it couldn't be. I tried to unzip it and sure enough the dress was locked on. Backing to the mirror I saw I had accidentally clicked a tiny gold padlock in the shape of a heart closed on the zip. 'Tidy up while I'm gone...' Maybe this wasn't him being a dick. Maybe he wanted more. Maybe I did. I sat and put my hand on my penis, using the other to rub the material of the maid outfit - and to try to pull the zip down, reminding myself that I was locked in it. Somehow, that was really sexy. After I came I smiled, knowing that now it was beyond my control I could really enjoy it. And maybe after having used the plug, he could really enjoy me too. While You Were Away Ch. 03 I wiped my sperm off on the dress - there was only a little bit of it thankfully. And I did as I was told, cleaned Sam's house. Sometimes I would catch a glimpse of myself in the maid's outfit and stop and stare for a moment. My cock would stir to see me looking so feminine, and so submissive. I finished up and sat down in the lounge for a bit, realising that I should cross my legs or hold them together to stop my penis being on display. Even though nobody was there to see it yet. A thought stirred in me, the old desire again. I wondered about going to Becky's room and putting on some makeup. I had done it before when nobody was in at my house - I had some bits and bobs I had collected but probably nothing as expansive as Sam's sister would had. The idea made me really horny, but if I put makeup on I thought it might prevent Sam giving me my clothes back. At some point I needed to go home and perhaps it was best to pretend I wasn't at all into his game. I tried to distract myself with telly but my dick was throbbing more and more. There was no ignoring it, it was definitely a losing game, so I lifted the skirt and apron of the dress and slid my hand up and down. I remember when I first noticed how much more intense and sexy masturbating is when wearing something pretty. I used to have a girlfriend and we spent a lot of time together, so sometimes she left things at mine. After she had stayed over one Friday night, she left her school uniform. It was then that curiosity got the better of me, and I buttoned up the crisp white blouse, noticing the difference in feel of the tight fitted cut to a slouchy men's shirt. It felt nice. I pulled up the pleated black skirt she wore and knew that I'd never stop wanting to wear them then. It was so forbidden and foreign. I laid down and masturbated at least twice, having discovered women's clothes. Throughout our relationship I continued wearing her clothes when she left them at mine, but her uniform always held a special place for me. I came and a little sperm came out which I wiped clean. In post orgasmic clarity I decided I was not Sam's toy. Makeup was for wearing at home, in front of nobody and this had gone far enough. When he got back, I would just not be amused and ask for my clothes back. Until I would sit awkwardly on the sofa locked in my maid's dress and horny as hell. Eventually I heard the gate close and sure enough Sam momentarily came through the door, with a bit of mud on his face from training, and a bag from La Senza. He grinned when he saw me. "I've got you a present," he gestured to the bag grinning. "Fuck off Sam. This isn't funny and I want my clothes back right now!" I shouted at him. "Don't have a hissy fit!" He laughed at me. I scowled back. "I'm serious. This is humiliating." He walked towards me and tried to touch my hand, which I snatched away. "If it was so terrible, you wouldn't have put that dress on. And it's not like you're locked into the stockings you've kept on." I went red and silent. He was right of course. There was no pretending I wasn't a sissy - I'd shown my hand. He handed me the bag and I drew what was inside out from it, hands shaking. It was panties, of course. He hadn't given me any with the dress so my cock had been out all day. They were black and silky, not so different from men's briefs. Except, turning them round, I saw a very big bow on the bum, also black silk and very sexy. I slowly drew them up my legs and tucked my cock beween them, so that they fit snugly. Sam laughed to himself. Shit - he didn't tell me to do any of this. "How long until I get my clothes back if I play your stupid game?" I asked him, as though that was the reason I put the panties on. "A while longer yet. Now I want a sandwich and a beer." He said, winking at me. He smacked my arse and went through to the lounge, I stood there stunned. I was his bitch. Shit.