Femdom Fantasies

by Matthew © 2009

(Continued from Part One)

A few days later…

The telephone woke me at the crack of eight AM. Well I HAD been up late working in my studio…

“Hello…”

“Hello Matthew.”

“Susan. Hi.”

“Are you busy?”

“Ah. Well…” Actually I was in the middle of a something…but…

“I was thinking that you might like to help me with a little painting project today…”

“I’d be happy to…” Like I could refuse?

“Good. I’ll expect you in an hour.”

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An hour later found me standing on Susan’s doorstep. Susan opened the door dressed in an old sweatshirt, blue jeans and a sunny smile.

“Ah, right on time. I really appreciate you helping me with this. I think we can get a lot done today.”

“I–it’s my pleasure.”

“Mmmm. Well, I think we’ll start in the smaller room.”

We went to the smaller of the two empty rooms. Susan had assembled drop cloths, brushes, rollers, paint trays, sanding blocks and of course buckets of paint in a neat stack in the middle of the room.

“I think this room will be sort of a home office-slash-library.” Susan explained. “I’ve decided on this color for the walls, and this for the trim.”

“That will be nice. It looks like there’s no holes to Spackle. And not too much sanding to do either. We can pretty much just paint.” I held up the duffel bag I brought with me. “I brought some grubby clothes to paint in. I didn’t want to get my good clothes all dirty like last time…”

“Aw, but you looked so cute in my robe! But actually, I had something else in mind.”

“Oh?”

“I was thinking a coverall might be appropriate…”

“Coverall? Oh, like what professional painters wear.”

“Something like that…” Susan opened the closet door and pulled out a garment on a hanger. It WAS a one-piece suit, but not at all like what I was picturing in my mind. I had been thinking of a cotton overall like a mechanic or painter would wear over his clothes. But this suit had feet. And it was black and shiny, like Lycra and would be very tight…a unitard! Well, I suppose technically you COULD call it a coverall…

“No…” Was my immediate thought. “Is that…a coverall? I couldn’t…”

“Well of course you can. It will stretch to fit you. I think it would be very practical for you to wear while painting.”

“Oh..uh…”

“Here.” Susan held it out to me and my hand automatically took it. “Go try it on. I want to see what you look like in it.”

So I went down the hall to the bathroom, took off all my clothes and proceeded to try and slip into this…unitard…

“The zipper goes in back.” Susan’s voice came from behind me. “I thought you might need some help.”

“I seem to be stuck…my legs…” Susan took the unitard from me, turned it around and proceeded to demonstrate.

“You roll up the legs like this…put your feet in first…then work the legs up…it’s like putting on pantyhose…”

“Oh…” Suddenly the room was very warm. Must be something with the thermostat. “But I never…”

“Oh, really?” Somehow she didn’t believe me. “…It’s okay, I understand. Now…ready to try this? Hmmm, I think you should take off your underwear first, it will look better…”

“I…don’t suppose it’s worth trying to argue…”

“No, it isn’t…”

I slipped off my boxer briefs and stood naked in front of her.

“Now. We roll up the legs, stick your feet in down to the end…work the legs up to the waist…pull the body up…now put your arms in the sleeves…” Susan helped me into the unitard. She stepped back to admire her handiwork. “Now you just do up the zipper…”

I felt really odd and awkward, wearing this…thing…and my arms flailed behind me as I tried to work the zipper up my back… “Can’t seem…to…reach…”

“Here, let me…” I turned so that Susan could do the zip. With the zipper fully up, the unitard was even tighter. It was an odd feeling being covered in tight Lycra from my neck down to my toes… “There now. Let’s see how you look.” Susan put her hands on my shoulders and steered me so that we could both look into the mirror. “Hmmm, not too bad…”

My first thought was that I wasn’t in as good a shape as I had been telling myself. This tight Lycra really shows off everything. My second thought was that…Uh-oh, this tight Lycra REALLY shows off everything! My third thought was that, hey, I actually look sort of good. My fourth thought was that…Uh-oh. Back to my second thought…

“Like a superhero.” Did I say that out loud?

“Oh, I like that! My own personal superhero. To help me whenever I need him…” There goes Susan’s smile again…

Did I mention the tight Lycra showing off everything? And the thermostat malfunction? Somehow the suit was getting tighter…at least part of it was…

“It looks like you enjoy wearing this ‘coverall’. I knew it would be a good idea….”

“Ah, well…I didn’t mean…I…uh…”

“It’s okay. It’s like a tribute, really. Showing me how much you enjoy helping.”

“Well, sure…I…”

“Why don’t we get started on the painting…”

“Ah, good…” That will help take my mind off…things…

Back to the room we went.

“You should be all set. I’ve got some errands to run so I’ll just get out of your way. I should be back around lunchtime so I’ll check up on you then. Sound good?”

“Oh. Ah, sure. I should be able to put a dent into this by then.” Actually I was expecting Susan to stay and for us to paint together. But…

“Great! I really appreciate this, Matthew.”

“I’m happy to help…”

“Yes, I can see that…” And with a laugh, Susan was gone.

So I set to work. Painting. Because she wanted me to. Dressed in this unitard. Because she wanted me to. All by myself. Alone in her house. Being helpful. Being her superhero. Wanting to make her happy. Wanting to please her. Wanting to make her smile. Wanting to hear her praise. Wanting to hear her say my name… So much for working taking my mind off ‘things’. So far my labors and my situation have been working to keep me erect, instead of letting it go down. ‘Tribute’ indeed…!

After a while I took a little break (just a little one) to let some paint dry. I looked around just a bit for my clothes but they were not in the bathroom or anywhere else nearby. Do I need to mention that I did not dare look in what I assumed was Susan’s bedroom? Susan must have put mt clothes somewhere so they would be out of the way. That must be it. Without my wallet and keys, I really couldn’t leave. And I certainly wouldn’t go out in public dressed like this. Not that I wanted to leave, or had anywhere I needed to go. But still…I was amazed at how Susan had maneuvered me into this predicament.

Around one o’ clock Susan returned.

“I see you did get quite a bit done! This is excellent! Good Job!”

“Thank you…” Hearing those words from her made me feel really good; made everything worthwhile.

“Just a few spots to touch up, here…and here…and then the rest of course…you might even be done by this evening…”

“I’ll try my best.”

Susan walked over to where a paintbrush rested in a tray and picked it up. She then came over to me and painted a large “S” on my chest. It tickled. “Now it’s official. You are MY superhero.”

“I…uh…well…” I guess that proves you can’t blush furiously, have a throbbing erection and think of anything to say all at the same time. Just not enough blood.

“I picked up some sandwiches at the Deli. Let’s break for lunch.”

“Goo…good.” I gulped.

We sat again in the living room. Susan in her chair, I sat cross-legged on a cushion below. Eating our sandwiches and drinking Iced tea. Chatting about the area; things to do, places to go, ordinary stuff. Yes, very ordinary. Except for the fact that she was dressed normally and I was wearing a black Lycra unitard with a big “S” painted on my chest. And she was sitting in a chair and I was sitting on a cushion on the floor beneath her. And she was resting her sneaker-clad feet on my leg, casually using me as a sort of footstool. As if that was the most normal thing in the World for her to do. Quite ordinary. And…quite nice…!

“You know, Matthew, I believe you still owe me something…”

“Um, I do?” What could it be?

“Yes, from last time.” She tapped my thigh with her left foot. “Remember?”

“Uh?” Her foot was moving closer…and my penis was doing it’s best to meet it halfway…

“You didn’t kiss this one.”

“Oh…I…”

“But it’s okay, I’ll forgive you for now. I think it’s best if you finish up your painting before it’s time for you to go. I’ll collect on it some other time…”

“Oh…Uh, Thank you.” Wait. What just happened?

Susan then got up and collected the remnants of our lunch. “I’ve got a few chores to do myself. So I’ll let you get back to your painting.”

“Ah, yes…” That’s all well and good, provided I can stand up in this condition. ‘Tribute’ indeed!

So…back to work I went. Painting. Being helpful. Being her superhero… Susan was busy too; doing what, I don’t know. I suppose if it’s something I need to know about, she would let me know when the time comes…right?

It took me all afternoon but finally the walls and trim had their fresh coat of paint. I cleaned the brushes and tidied up.

“This has been a big help to me, Matthew. I can’t thank you enough!”

“I–I’m glad to help.” Why did I feel like I should be thanking her?

“This will look great with the furniture…my desk…and the bookshelves…I think I’ll need even more bookshelves…”

Even I could see where this was going…being helpful…being helpful…

“Well, let’s get you changed, it’s about time for you to go.”

“Oh, okay…” so back down the hall to the bathroom we went. We paused at the bathroom door.

“Wait a sec, let me get the zipper.” Susan reached behind me and unzipped the unitard. I felt the cool air on my back and a release of tension. Well, not everywhere…! “Okay, in you go..” I went into the bathroom alone and found my clothes waiting for me in a neat pile. I slipped off the unitard and put my own clothes back on. To tell you the truth, it felt a bit strange to be wearing them again. I put the unitard back on it’s hanger and left it hanging on the back of the bathroom door.

Susan again walked me out to my car. I got in and rolled down the window.

“I think tomorrow we need to start early. I would like you to be here at six ‘o clock, if you don’t mind…”

“Six…oh, ah….sure…” That will be fun.

“Even though I’m not officially taking over yet, I have to attend an early meeting at work and I want to get you all set up before I go.”

“No problem. I’ll be here…”

“Great! I really appreciate how helpful you’ve been, Matthew. My superhero.”

“Oh, I…yes…I’m glad to do it…”

“I know.” Susan leaned into my car and kissed me on the cheek. Just like last time. And she reached in and gave the erection tenting my pants a squeeze. Just like last time. But this time she didn’t let go.

“Now Matthew, I want you to THINK about me when you get home, understand?”

“Oog.”

“And when you are THINKING about me, I want you to be on your knees. Okay?

“Nngh.”

“Good. See you bright and early!”

“Brearly!”

After a few minutes I realized she had gone. Funny it still felt like she was holding my… I drove home carefully and when I got there I did some thinking. About Susan. On my knees…

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At six AM Susan answered her door wearing her pink terrycloth robe and fuzzy slippers.

“Good Morning Matthew. Did you have a nice evening?”

“Oh, uh…yes…”

“I’ll bet. Come in. Did you have breakfast?”

“Not really…didn’t get much time…”

“Good. then you can make something for both of us. I usually have toast, cereal and some fruit. And be a dear and start the coffee. It’s all set up, you just need to push the button.”

“Sure. Got it.”

“I’m just going to take a shower and get dressed. be back in a bit…”

I went into the kitchen and was helpful. Coffee. Toast. Cereal bowls. Cereal. I found a grapefruit and cut it in half. Soon everything was ready and laid out on the counter. Finally I heard the click of heels as Susan appeared, transformed into the picture of a successful business woman. She was wearing a suit with a skirt just below the knee, that had a slit that showed just a bit of thigh as she moved. (Legs…what color is her hose? Black? Off black? Charcoal? Or…? Will there be a quiz?) Even her face seemed to have an air of increased authority and polish. It took me a minute to realize that was due to her skillfully applied makeup…

We ate breakfast standing up at the counter. It will be nice to finally be able to move furniture in here… When we were done I did the dishes. Being helpful.

“Now I think the other room will be a spare bedroom. For when I have guests…”

We walked down to the larger empty room. Susan had already arranged the painting supplies and also….

“Take this. Let’s get you changed.” Susan held out a unitard to me. This one was blue. I took it. I walked down to the bathroom, took off all my clothes and slipped it on, just as she showed me yesterday. I noticed that this one had a little loop of fabric at the neck next to the zipper, with a little ‘D’ ring in it. What could that be for? I went back to where Susan was waiting.

“I still can’t seem to get the zipper…” How DO women deal with those?

“Here, let me.” I turned to give Susan access to my back. She ran the zipper up to my neck and stopped. But her hands didn’t leave. She was doing something else–I felt her hands manipulating something…then I heard a sharp ‘click’…! “There! All secured!”

“A…a padlock?” My hands felt around the back of my neck.

“Uh huh. Why? Is there a problem?” Obviously she didn’t think so.

“I..uh..well…”

“Just think of it as me watching over you when I’m not here…okay?”

“Ah…I guess…it’s okay…” The way she said it, it seems to makes sense…doesn’t it?

“Now we still have to make you official.” Susan walked over to one of the paint cans and opened it. She carefully dipped a brush in and came over to where I was standing. She then painted a large ‘S’ on my chest, like yesterday. It tickled. “My helpful superhero.”

“Glad to be of service!” I saluted. Why did I do that?

“Yes I can see that!” Susan laughed. I seem to be ’saluting’ in more ways than one…oh well… “Mmmm. ‘Service’ and ’saluting’ also begin with ‘S’, don’t they?”

“Ah, yes they do.”

“Can you think of any other appropriate words that begin with “S’, Matthew?”

“Well…I…”

“Why don’t you think about it? I’ve got to go attend this meeting. But I should be back around lunchtime. I’m thinking about picking up some chicken. would you like that?”

“Whatever you want…”

“I know. But I’m asking YOU. Would YOU like that?”

“Yes. Please. Thank you.”

“Good. Well, I’ll let you get started. I’ve got to be going too. I really appreciate all your help, Matthew.”

“I guess I’m just super-helpful.” I had to laugh.

“Well you’re certainly dressed for the part!” And with a click of her heels Susan was gone.

And so I spent all morning prepping and painting. Alone. In Susan’s house. Being helpful. Being her superhero. Wearing a blue unitard with a big ‘S’ painted on my chest. Being super-helpful. My clothes are gone (I checked), My wallet. Keys and cellphone too. But I don’t need them. I have nowhere to go, nothing else to do but be helpful. Because that’s what she wants. And I want to please her. Because I’m her superhero. And I’m wearing the costume to prove it. Locked on with a small padlock. Because she wants it that way. Because I’m her superhero…Because…Because…Because I’m hers…

Superhero. Superhero…super…service…saluting. Saluting. Service. Submissive. Submit. Susan. “S”. Susan’s Superhero. Superhero serving Susan. Superhero saluting Susan. Sexy Superhero Salutes, Serves Susan. Submissive Superhero Serves Susan. Sweet, stupendous, special, sophisticated. So many words beginning with ‘S’.

Did I miss one? Sultry, single, soul, shrine, shop, shoes, sweat, silly, suck, swallow, saint, sorrow. Sassy, spectacular, score, style, symbolic, spoil. What else…?

Shortly after one PM Susan returned. “I see my superhero is making progress. Good job Matthew!”

“Ah, thank you.”

“Ready for Lunch? Or do you need…a little ‘break’ first?”

“Ah, yes…I could…well…I could really use the bathroom…” After all this time, could you blame me?

Susan just looked at me expectantly.

“Um, if you could just unlock the unitard, please. So I can use the bathroom. Please.”

“Certainly, Matthew. All you have to do is ask. Come here.” I went over to Susan and turned around, giving her access to my back. I felt her unlock the padlock and felt the release of tension as she pulled the zipper down. “There. Off you go.”

I felt like a Schoolboy who had to beg his Teacher for a bathroom pass. How did it happen that Susan has taken such control over me? I shouldn’t have allowed her to do this to me, right? A grown man having his clothes taken away–having to wear a unitard (locked!!)–and having to ask permission to go to the bathroom! This is not what I wanted…is it?

Or…is it?

I used the bathroom and went to find Susan. She was in the kitchen unpacking our Lunch.

“Ready for Lunch, Matthew?”

“Ah, yes…except…”

“Do you need help? With your zipper?”

“Uh…yes…I guess so.”

“You guess so? Aren’t you sure?” Susan sensed my confliction. “Don’t you like being my helpful superhero?”

“Yes. Yes I do.” Yes I do.

“So?”

“Will you please help me with my zipper?”

“Certainly. All you have to do is ask. Come here.” I went over to Susan and offered my back to her. I felt her slowly ease the unitard’s zipper up my back, sealing me in, the unitard getting tighter and tighter…until… “Shall I lock it, Matthew?”

“Yes. Please.” The sound of the padlock clicking shut reverberated around the empty kitchen.

“Now will my helpful superhero carry our plates, while I get the drinks?”

“Yes, of course.”

Once again we ate in the living room. Once again Susan sat in her chair, and I sat at her feet on a cushion on the floor. Well, technically, under her feet as she had slipped off the heels she had worn to her meeting and was resting her pantyhose clad feet on my Lycra clad thigh. Once again I was a helpful footrest. Once again it felt nice. I kept glancing at her toes as they randomly wiggled as Susan’s feet casually rested on my leg. Looking at the shine of her toenail polish as it gleamed through the film of nylon… Soft shiny silky sexy…

“Huh?”

“I asked if you thought you’d be finished painting that room today…”

“Oh. Uh, yes. I think so.”

“Good. I really appreciate how helpful you’ve been. I can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done.”

“I’m…I’m glad I could help. Anytime.” Once again I wanted to thank HER for letting me help!

“So what were you thinking about just now?”

“Uh, me? I was just…” This chicken must be spicier than I thought. I feel hot…

“Was it my stocking feet?”

“I…Uh…” No, not the chicken, it must me the thermostat again…

“Superheroes don’t lie. Do they, Matthew?”

“No they don’t.” I had to agree with that.

“So, MY superhero can’t lie to me. Can he?”

“No.” I had to confess. “I…I was thinking about your…your stocking feet…”

“So you DO like pantyhose after all…Interesting…”

“Well, that is…I…um…” I don’t think it’s possible for me to blush any redder than this…!

Suddenly her stocking feet were in my lap. “Every superhero has his weakness.” Silky soles slid sinuously and seized my throbbing Lycra-clad erection. “And I think I have found yours…!”

I was completely helpless as her soft silky soles massaged my manhood (my my!) Insistently urging me closer and closer to eruption….until….She stopped.

“Surrender. My superhero.”

“Surrender… I…surrender.” Spent but not satisfied, I slumped to the floor.

Susan stood over me and lifted up her left foot. She then placed her nlyoned sole on my face, over my mouth. I kissed it.

“I accept your surrender, my superhero. Your debt is now paid.”

“Ah…gurgle…” I think I said ‘thank you’.

“But you still have a job to finish. Superheroes always finish what they start. Isn’t that right, Matthew?”

To tell you the truth, I don’t know how I managed to finish painting. But I did. It must have made for a funny sight seeing me painting, dressed in that blue unitard with a big ‘S’ painted on my chest and a suspicious stain on my…well… But finally I was done. And Susan was pleased….

“You have been such a big help, Matthew…I really can’t thank you enough…”

“I’m glad you like it…”

“Yes, well, just a few spots to touch up…but…. Overall, good job.”

“Thank you, I can stay longer…if…”

“No. It’s time you got going. I have plans… ”

“Ah, well okay…” What? Plans? Susan?

“I’ve taken up your entire day as it is…”

“It’s no problem…glad to help…” Plans?

“Yes. Well. I will be calling on my superhero to help me again. Soon.”

“Great.” I tried to hide my disappointment. What plans could she have? Without me? Her superhero? But she wants me to come back…She wants me…

“Let’s get you changed.” Susan unlocked my unitard and pulled down the zipper. I went down to the bathroom, my clothes were waiting for me and I took a brief shower and changed. Again it felt strange to be wearing my ‘normal’ clothes again. To think just a few minutes ago I was wearing a unitard…and it was locked!

Susan again walked me out to my car. I was dying to ask her what her plans were (plans that don’t involve me!) but I couldn’t.

“Again, I can’t thank you enough for all your help, Matthew…”

“I…Ah, well it was my pleasure.” Actually, now that I think about it, she COULD have thanked me for my help…she came really close too! And it really WOULD have been my pleasure…!

“The movers will be here soon with the rest of my things. So there will be plenty of opportunity for my superhero to help me.”

“I’m looking forward to it…” Looking forward to more manual labor? Am I crazy?

“Oh, I’m sure you are!” Susan’s smile melted me. Well, not ALL of me…!

Susan then kissed me on both my cheeks, and my forehead too! And her hand found it’s way to the tent in my pants.

“When you get home.” She gave me a squeeze.

I drove home VERY carefully…

END PART TWO