Under Her Thumb - 2

 

For some unknown reason, I came up with a continuation of this story.  I may or may not write more.  We’ll see.

 

Under Her Thumb – 2

By Karen Singer

 

It was several days after the party.  A party that Joe would never live down.  Why had he done it?  Why had he stood there and wet his pants…purposely…at that party?  Just because some woman he didn’t know had told him to?  He still couldn’t figure that out.  All he knew was that there were now whispered jokes going around about him throughout the entire office.  Fortunately, nobody ever said anything directly to him about it.  He would be too embarrassed if they did.  Ever since that party, he hardly ever talked to anyone at work anymore.  He was too embarrassed.  What also embarrassed him, was that ever since that party, he had masturbated to those memories a number of times.  Once, after he wet his pants.

It was a little after eight o’clock at night.  He was flipping through the TV channels trying to find anything worth watching, and he wasn’t finding anything.  He ought to cancel his TV subscription.  It was a lot of money and he rarely ever found anything interesting.  His searching was interrupted by his cellphone ringing.  Junk call went through his mind.  He grabbed his phone and checked anyway and got a bit of a shock.  The caller ID had only one letter – X.  That woman!  Hesitantly, he connected the call.  “Hello?”

“Joey!” her voice came back.  “For a minute there I was afraid you wouldn’t answer.”

“What do you want?” he asked testily.

“I’m bored,” she replied. 

“So?”

“So I thought I’d call you and have a little fun.”

“Fun?  Do you know what you did to me last time?”

She laughed.  “I didn’t do anything to you.  You did it all to yourself.  Didn’t you.”  When he didn’t answer, she insisted, “Didn’t you!”  He still didn’t answer.  “Joey, you did it to yourself.  Now tell me, you did it to yourself.”  Still no answer.  “Do I have to come over there and beat you till you think you’re going to die?  Tell me you did it to yourself!”

It took a moment, but Joe finally replied.  “I did it to myself.”  It was only after he admitted it that he realized she couldn’t come over and do anything to him because she didn’t know where he lived.  He was such a fool.  He realized that, especially when he heard her laughing through the phone line. 

“Oh Joey,” she said.  “You are such fun.  Here Joey, I’m sending you a picture.  Tell me what you think about it.”

A picture?  A few seconds later, his phone alerted him to an incoming text message.  He wasn’t surprised to see that it was from her.  There was a picture attached.  He opened it as large as his phone would allow.  It was a picture of her legs and feet.  She was wearing dark colored stockings and a different pair of high thin heels.

“Do you like it?” she asked.

“Yes,” he replied, studying the picture intently. 

“Would you like to see more pictures like that?” she asked.  When she got no answer, she asked more firmly.  “I said, would you like to see more pictures like that?”

“Yes,” the simple reply came back.

She laughed.  “Oh good,” she replied.  “Joey, I’ll be happy to send you a bunch of them.  In fact, in the future, we can have video calls and you can see live pictures of my legs.  Wouldn’t that be fun?”

His sexual yearnings started to go into overdrive.  “Yes,” He admitted.

She laughed again.  “Great, Joey,” she said, her voice full of humor.  “But Joey, those pictures come at a price.”

“You’re selling them?” he asked.  Then added, “How much?”

She laughed again.  “Oh Joey, you really are such fun.  Not for money of course.”

“No money, but you’re selling them?”

“Only to you, Joey boy.  Only to you.”

“But not for money,” he asked, just to be sure.

“Nope.  They won’t cost you a penny.”

“Then what?”

“Just something I want you to do for me, and then send me a picture of you.  In return, I’ll send you two more pictures of my legs as they are right now.  Two for one Joey.  What a deal.”

Joe’s mind could only come to one conclusion.  It did sound like a good deal.  “You want me to send you a picture of me first?  No problem.  I’ll take a selfie.”

“Not yet, Joey.  Not yet.”

“Not yet?”

“No.  Of course not.  I told you, you have to do something for me first.”

“Oh.  What?”

“Wet your pants first, and then take a picture of it.  That’s the picture of you that I want.  And like I said, in return, I’ll take two more pictures of my legs and send them to you.”

“Wet my pants?  Again?”

“Yes.  Now do it Joey.  Stand there and wet your pants.  Don’t go into the bathroom.  Just do it wherever you are.  Wet your pants.”

“But I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I just…”

“Eh!” she cut him off quickly.  “Did I say you can argue with me?  No!  Remember, there are consequences if you don’t do what I want.  Bad consequences!”

“But…”

“Eh!  Joey, I’m  waiting.  Wet your pants and send me a picture!”

“But…”

“Eh!  Don’t argue with me.  Wet them.  Now!”

Joe was confused.  What should he do?”

“Are you wetting them?” she asked.  “Trust me, you’ll be sorry if you don’t.”

He wasn’t sure what to do.  He looked again at the picture she had sent him.  She had such sexy legs.  And those high heels…”

“Joey…” she said sternly.  “I’m waiting.  Wet those pants.”

“I don’t want…”

“Do it!  Or else!  I’m betting you’re home, Joey, so there’s no one around.  Patty told me you live alone, all by yourself.  So wet those pants!  Now!  Or I’ll be mad at you.  Not only will I punish you, but there will be no more pictures.  Understand?  Now I’m waiting.”

It was true, he was alone in his apartment.  He was always alone in his apartment.  “Um…okay,” he muttered softly.

“Oh good,” she laughed.  “I’m waiting.  Tell me when you’re doing it.”

Joe stood up.  Wetting himself like that wasn’t easy.  It took him a moment, but eventually the warm wet pee was gushing out to soak the entire front of his pants and run down his legs.  “I’m…doing it,” he managed to tell her.

“Finally!” she laughed.  “Are you done yet?”

He was so embarrassed.  “Yes,” he replied.

“Take a picture and send it to me.”

He did.  It was a few moments before she said anything.  “Oh Joey,” she said.  “Great picture.”

“Now you’ll send me some pictures of your legs?”

“Oh no Joey.  Not quite yet.  You’re not done yet.”

“I’m not?  Then what?”

“Stick your hand down into your wet pants and masturbate.”

“Do what?”

“Joey!  I’m not going to keep repeating myself.  You heard me perfectly the first time!  Now stick your hand into your pee-soaked pants and masturbate.  Now!”

“Uh…”

“Do it!”

“Um…”  Before he knew it his hand was trying to worm its way down the front of his pants.

“Joey…remember, consequences if you don’t do what I say.  Bad consequences!

“But I am!” he argued.

“Oh, you didn’t tell me.  So you’ve got your hand down into those disgusting pee-soaked pants and you’re playing with yourself?”

“Yes!”

“Wonderful Joey.  What a good boy.  With your other hand, can you manage to send me a picture of you doing it?”

“I can try,” replied, concentrating more on what was now happening in his wet pants than anything else.  With his free hand, he tried to hold his cellphone and take a picture.  He also managed to send it.

“Wonderful Joey.  I’m so happy with you.  Now let me know when you’re going to cum.  Enjoy doing it inside your disgusting wet pants.  Go for it.  Let it all out.  Just think of the pictures I’ll be sending when you finish.

It took a few minutes, but he eventually managed it.  “It’s…happening!” he said as he climaxed.

She gave him a few moments to finish.  “Are you done?” she asked.

“Yes,” he replied, out of breath.

“Was it a good one?”

“Yes.”

“It sounds like it.  You’re out of breath.”

He didn’t reply to that.

“Good boy Joey,” she said.  “I hope you’re really embarrassed about wetting your pants and then masturbating like that.  Personally, I think it’s disgusting.  I really don’t know what’s got into you.  That’s twice now that you’ve done it.  I think that as a punishment you should spend the next hour wearing those wet pants.  Take another picture an hour from now and send it to me and I’ll send you the two new pictures.  Bye now Joey.”

Wear his wet pants for an hour?  What had happened?  What was he getting himself into?

An hour later, he took another picture of his pants.  In return, he got two more pictures of her legs and feet.

 

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Two days later, Joe got another call from her, wanting him to do exactly the same thing.  He didn’t do quite so much arguing and the call didn’t last nearly as long.  But he wet his pants.  Masturbated in them.  And then wore them for an hour and a half before he sent her another picture.  She of course sent him a picture of her nylon covered legs.  No shoes this time, but the picture showed her painted toenails.  It was another turn-on for him.

A day later, she called again wanting the same thing.  There was no arguing at all this time, but once he had finished wetting his pants, before she let him masturbate, she had a completely new idea for him.

“Don’t start playing with yourself yet!” she ordered as soon as he said he had finished wetting himself and was sending the picture of his wet pants.  “Is your hand in your pants?”

“Not yet,” he replied, not sure what was going on now.

“Good!  You’ll get your chance in a moment.  I just want to talk for a minute first.”

Talk?  He was afraid to hear about what.

“Oh Joey,” she said.  “I’m having such fun with you, and I can tell you’re having fun too.  Aren’t you.”

When he didn’t answer, she said more sternly.  “You’re having fun too, aren’t you!”

“Yes,” he admitted hesitantly.  He was more interested in sticking his hand into his wet pants and masturbating.  He had been hoping she would call tonight and had been saving himself just for it.

“Tell me Joey, do you like the pictures of my legs that I send you?”

“Yes.  Very much!”

“Good boy.  I’m so glad.  But Joey, since you like the way my legs look so much, why don’t your legs look just as good?  Wouldn’t you love having legs and feet that look like mine?  Wouldn’t that excite you to no end knowing you could just look down at your own legs anytime at all and feel that much pleasure from them?”

“But…my legs don’t look like that.  I’m a guy.”

“Joey, Joey, Joey.  Whether you’re a guy or not doesn’t mean anything at all.  It’s all in how you take care of your legs and feet.  And more importantly, how you present them.”

“Present them?”

“Yes.  That’s what’s important.  So tell me Joey, wouldn’t it excite you to have legs that look like mine?”

“Uh…yes,” he admitted.

“Wonderful Joey,” she exclaimed.  “I just know you’re going to get so much pleasure from them.  Now the first thing you need to do is take care of your legs properly.  Do you know what that means?”

“Uh…no.”

“It means Joey, that from now on, you need to shave your legs completely.  Every day!  Understand?”

“Uh…shave?”

“Of course!  You shave your face every day, so it looks nice.  To have nice legs you’ve got to do the same thing.  You can’t have ugly hair messing them up.  You need to shave them smooth and pretty and keep them that way all the time.  Do you see Joey?  Do you understand?”

“Um…I guess.”

“Good then Joey.  Are you ready to masturbate for me?”

Joe was just glad to get off the subject of shaving his legs.  “Yes!”

“Well, you can’t yet.  Not tonight.  Tonight, you’ve got to do something else first.”

“I do?”

“Yes!  Tonight Joey, I want you to go into your bathroom and fill your tub with nice warm water.  While it’s filling, take those disgusting wet pants off and leave them on the floor.  Then take a nice relaxing bath and while you’re in there, shave your legs as smooth as mine.  When you’re done Joey.  Take pictures of them and send them to me.  I’ll let you know what to do next.  Do you have all that?  It’s not difficult.  It’s just going to take a bit of time.  But you weren’t doing anything tonight anyway, were you.”  When he didn’t reply she said more sternly, “I said, were you!”

“Uh…no,” he admitted.

“Good Joey.  Now go shave your legs and send me some pictures when you’re done.  Don’t get dressed afterwards.  And whatever you do, don’t play with yourself in the bath!  Got that?  Don’t touch that dangly thing of yours.  That’s for later.  Now I’m waiting.  I expect to see pretty shaved leg very soon from you Joey.”  With that she hung up.

Shave his legs?  Was he really going to do this?  Maybe.  What he really wanted to do was stick his hand down inside his pants and play with himself.  But he decided to play along anyway.  What could it hurt?  At least he’d be out of his wet pants right away this time.  He headed for the bathroom and started the water running in his tub.  A little while later, out of the tub and dried off, he sent her pictures of his freshly shaved legs.  Feeling those shaved legs, they felt strange to him.  And did they look better?  He had to admit, yes they did.

His phone rang and he answered it.

“Wonderful pictures Joey,” she praised him.  “I’m so happy.  Now are you ready to cum?”

“Yes!” he confirmed.

“Good boy,” she replied.  “Now put your wet pants back on and get to it.”

“Put my pants back on?  But I just took a bath.”

“So?  You can take another one…if you want.  But you’re not allowed to masturbate anymore unless you’re in pee-soaked pants.  No more.  Now put them on and get busy.  Oh, and don’t forget to send me a picture of you doing it.  I want to see.”

He was upset.  Frustrated.  But he put his pee-soaked pants back on.  They felt cold and wet and awful as he pulled them up his freshly shaved legs.  He was going to have to take a shower when this was done.  When his pants were on, he snaked one hand down inside them and began the process, while his other hand held his phone out and took pictures.  The pictures were sent long before he finished with his hand inside his pants.  Although it seemed like his orgasm was stronger than ever.

“Good boy Jozy,” she praised him.  Now don’t forget, you keep those legs shaved every day, because I’m going to be checking them whenever I call from now on.  Pictures of my bare legs and feet will be coming your way in a minute Jozy.  Enjoy them and compare them to your legs.  See if you can spot the differences.  Till next time Jozy.  Ta-ta.

Spot the differences?  At least she wasn’t making him spend most of the evening in his wet pants.  A minute later, two pictures of her bare legs came in showing her pretty smooth legs and her feet with the red polish on her toenails.  He removed his pee-soaked pants and looked down at his own smooth legs.  They looked better, but it was no contest as to whose legs were prettier.  Hers!  By a mile!