Under Her Thumb - 4

 

Under Her Thumb – 4

By Karen Singer

 

 

For Joe, going to work with red toenails was frightening.  What if someone saw?  What if someone found out?  He tried to tell himself that the likelihood of that happening was pretty much nil, but that didn’t stop him from worrying about it.  He told himself that there had never once in his life been a chance for anyone to see his toenails, other than when he was wearing a bathing suit or maybe in gym class when he changed in the locker room.  But he had no plans do any swimming any time soon and high school was now long behind him.  But still…what if some terrorist or something broke into the company where he worked and demanded that everyone strip?  I could happen!  What would he do then?

But beyond those little concerns, and the fact that the terrorist thing could really happen, he knew for a fact that all the attention that X had been giving him had him excited right down to his bones.  Despite all the really embarrassing things she made him do, he was craving her attention and couldn’t wait for more.  Would she call tonight?  He could only hope.

Last night she had made him go to the store, wet his pants there in public, and then buy some nail polish.  Would she do something like that tonight if she called?  He was betting she would, except that instead of nail polish, he was sure she would make him buy stockings.  Just thinking about that made his dick get hard inside his pants a few too many times during the day.

After work, anticipating her call and knowing she would want him to eventually pee, he purposely didn’t go the bathroom, just so he would be ready for her.  He had dinner.  He watched some TV.  He putzed around his apartment, and mostly, he squirmed because his need to pee was getting to be more than he could bear.  He was ready for her to call.  He had even shaved his legs again when he took a shower that morning.  X…call.  Please.  But his cellphone remained silent.

Eventually, he realized two things.  She wasn’t going to call, and if he didn’t make it to the toilet real soon, he was going to wet his pants for real.  In his small apartment, it wasn’t far to the bathroom, but he stopped himself just before he got there.  Since she wasn’t going to call, there was no reason he couldn’t still have some fun.  He stood just outside the bathroom door and wet his pants, soaking them severely after needing to pee for so long.

He started to reach his hand down into his pants, then pulled it out again.  He could feel how soaked his pants were as he kicked his shoes off, then sat on the bathroom floor to pull his socks off, revealing his still bright red toenails.  He sat up against the bathroom wall where he could now clearly see his soaking wet pants and his red toenails.  His hand went back into his pants, and he spent a very joyful time bringing himself to a huge orgasm, never once looking away from the bright red nails on his feet.

Finally, when he was done, he stripped down and jumped into the shower.  He was disappointed that X hadn’t called him that night, but he had still enjoyed himself.  Hopefully, tomorrow night she would call.

But she didn’t.  Once again Joe wet his pants without her telling him too, this time in the kitchen.  Afterwards, he looked at his red toenails and masturbated.  Would she call tomorrow?  He had no way of knowing.  He had no way of knowing if she would ever call.  Maybe she was done with him.  He hoped so…and he hoped not.

But the following day, he did get a call, and he had only been home from work for a few minutes.  Seeing the large X on the caller ID sent his excitement soaring.  He quickly connected the call.  “Hello?”

“Jozy!” she replied.  “You sound out of breath.  What were you doing?”

“Nothing,” he replied.  “I’m not out of breath.”

“Oh.  So then you’re simply glad to hear from me.”

“Yes,” he replied quickly.

She laughed.  “Oh Jozy, you really are such fun.  Tell me, Jozy, since I didn’t call the last few days.  Did you have fun anyway?”

“Fun?” he asked.

“Yes.  Fun.  Did you wet your pants at all?  Did you masturbate in them afterwards?”

“Yes,” Jozy admitted.

“You did what?” she asked.  “Wet your pants or masturbate?”

“Uh…both he admitted.”

She laughed.  “Both days?”

“Uh…yeah.”

She laughed again.  “Oh Jozy.  I’m glad you’re having fun.  Tell me, did you happen to go out in public anywhere and wet your pants?”

“No.  Definitely not!”

“Oh Jozy.  Think how much fun that would have been?”

Joe could only think how much fun that wouldn’t have been.  It would have been embarrassing!

“So tell me Jozy,” she continued.  “Did you go out and buy yourself any hosiery while I was away?”

“Any what?”

“Hosiery.  Stocking.  Nylons.  Pantyhose.  Whatever you want to call them.”

“Um…no,” he admitted.

“Oh Jozy.  Why ever not?”

“Um…I didn’t know I was supposed to.”

“Jozy!  Do I have to tell you everything?  We’re trying to make your legs look as good as mine so you can enjoy them all the time.  And you couldn’t take that simple next little step and go out and buy a simple pair of stockings?  Jozy, I’m surprised at you.”

“Um…”

“Oh Jozy.  I guess we’ll simply have to pick up from where we were.  Now tell me, do you have to pee yet?”

“Not really,” he said.  “You didn’t call the last two days, so I went just before I left work.  I just got home a few minutes ago.”

“No problem Jozy.  No problem at all.  Now guess what the first thing I want from you is?”

“Um…what?” he asked.

“More pictures of course.  Jozy, I have to see how your legs look and I have to see if you’re still wearing that adorable red nail polish.  Take your pants off and send me some pictures.  Closeups of your legs so I can see if they’ll pass my standards or not.  And don’t forget to make sure I can see your toenails.  Ta-ta, Jozy.  I’ll be waiting for some pickies.”

Joe was suddenly left with a disconnected call.  He kicked off his shoes, pulled his pants off, and pulled his socks off revealing his shaven legs and bright red toenails.  Just the sight of those toenails made him excited.  Fortunately, he had started shaving his legs every morning now.  He took a few pictures of his legs that included his toes and sent them off.  He didn’t put his pants back on.

It was five minutes before she called again.  “Jozy, Jozy, Jozy,” her voice came over his cellphone, sounding disappointed.  It also sounded like she was eating something.  “I’m sorry Jozy, but your legs just won’t do at all.  Now go take a bath and shave your legs fresh.  Then take another picture and call me.  And Jozy, remember, make sure you don’t pee.  You do want some fun tonight, don’t you?  I want to see freshly shaven legs, straight from the tub!  Ta-ta, Jozy.”

He should have known.  The only thing she was going to be happy with was having him shave his legs after she called.  Bowing to the inevitable, he started the bath water running.  Half an hour later, he sent another set of pictures.

She answered much faster this time, and it didn’t sound like she was eating.  He realized he hadn’t had time to eat dinner yet himself.  Oh well, maybe later.

“Oh Jozy.  Much better!  I really think your legs are coming along nicely.  Well then Jozy, I guess there’s only one thing left.  Are you dressed yet?”

“Uh…no.  Not yet.”

“Jozy, Jozy, Jozy!  You’re wasting time.  Mine and yours!  Now get dressed and get out to the store.  I guess, the drug store again might be a good place to start, but really, you can go anywhere they have…  Jozy, you do know what you need to buy don’t you?”

“Um…stockings?”

“Right!  See how smart you can be.  Jozy, get at least six pairs, trust me!  At least.  And make sure you get at least half of them as the pull up kind of stockings.  At least half.  All of them if you want.  Pantyhose are great too if they turn you on.  Oh, and Jozy, we’ll be looking for different shades too.  And…”  She stopped, then said, “Jozy, maybe you better just call me again as soon as you get to the store.  Inside the store this time.  I’ll tell you where to go from there.  Ta-ta.”

Twenty minutes later, Joe walked through the door to the drug store, his cellphone already in hand.  He hit the buttons to call her.  He stood just inside the door and waited through an agonizing number of rings before she finally answered.

“Jozy, are you there yet?”

“Yes,” he replied.  “I’m inside.”

“Oh good, Jozy,” she said.  “Look around.  Do they have any shopping carts there, or at least some kind of basket to put things in?”

“Uh…they’ve got shopping carts right here,” he told her.

“Oh good.  Grab one.”

“Got one,” he told her a moment later.  I guess I need to find the pantyhose aisle?”

She laughed.  “Oh Jozy, you really are anxious, aren’t you.  No Jozy.  Not yet.”

He was confused.  “Not yet?”

“Of course not.  Jozy, what is it we’re trying to do here?  Make your legs look as good as mine, right?”

“Uh…”

“Yes Jozy!  Now instead of the hosiery, I want you to find the aisle that has things like bubble bath and bath oils for the tub.”

“Bubble bath?”

“Yes, for your baths of course.  For when you shave your legs every day.”

“What if I do it in the shower?”

“Don’t!  Now find the bath oils.  I’m sure the store has lots of them.  Ask someone if you need to.”

He didn’t bother asking.  He didn’t even see any to ask.  Not to mention, he would have been too embarrassed to ask if he did see someone.  He pushed the cart around a few different aisles while he held his phone to his ear.  “I think I found them,” he finally told her.

“About time!  Jozy, you really need to get more familiar with where these things are in the stores.  Now pick some out.  Maybe two different things so you can see if you like one more than the other.”

Joe studied the boxes and bottles in front of him.  There was a lot.  He didn’t have a clue what would be good and what wouldn’t.

“Jozy…are you still there?”

“Yeah,” he said quickly.

“Is there any problem?”

“Uh…there’s a lot of things here.  I don’t know what would be good.”

“Oh.  Now that’s an excellent question.  I ask myself the very same thing every time I go looking for some.  Tell you what.  Find anything that says it would be good for skin softening.  Things like cocoa butter are always a good choice, but pick a couple of different things.  Maybe send me some pictures of them if you need more advice.”

Since Joe didn’t have a clue what he should get he finally chose one bottle of something that said it contained cocoa butter and a box of something that said it was good for softening the skin.  He took pictures of both and sent them to her.

“I see pictures coming in Jozy,” she told him.  “Give me a minute.”  A few moments later, she said.  “Those are fine.  I’ve used one of them myself.  Buy them both, okay?”

“Yeah,” Joe agreed as he put both things in the cart.

“Oh Jozy, just think how nice your legs are going to look and feel once you’ve had a few baths soaking your skin in those things.  Trust me, you’re going to love it.  But you know what else will help?”

“Something else?”

“Of course, Jozy.  I want you to find the skin lotions now.”

“Skin lotions?”

“That’s what I said Jozy.  Skin lotion.  Do I have to repeat everything?  You’ve already got two consequences I’ve got to hand out to you.  Trust me, I’ll be glad to give you more.”

Consequences!  Joe wasn’t sure if he should worry about that or not.  Currently they were the last thing on his mind.  A few minutes later, he sent her a picture of a bottle of skin lotion.

“That one is fine Jozy,” she told him.  “I suggest you get a big bottle of it.”

“Anything else?” Joe asked, almost afraid to ask.

“Why Jozy,” she replied.  “You haven’t gotten any stockings yet.  You can’t go home without them.  Those were the most important thing you needed to buy.  Now go find them.”

Joe had already passed that aisle.  He went back to them.  “I’m there,” he told her.

“Good Jozy.  Now enjoy yourself looking through them.  And remember, you’re going to need a minimum of six pairs.  More would be better.  And since you’re a beginner at this stuff, I recommend getting a few different brands.  But Jozy, I want at least half of what you buy to be the pullup kind of stockings instead of pantyhose.  You can get more of them of course.  In fact, if they turn you on more, you can get all pullups.  But just pick a few different shades.  Oh, and Jozy, remember, whatever shades you do pick, you really want to be able to see your pretty red toenails through the material.  So don’t find anything opaque.  Got it?”

“Um…”

“Start looking and let me know when you’re done.  Don’t bother sending me any pictures.  In fact, just call me after you’ve picked out what you want.  Ta-ta Jozy.”

Joe put his phone away and looked around.  There were a few people wandering around the store, but none in front of the pantyhose aisle just then.  Knowing it was inevitable, he started looking through the choices.  He was as quick as he could possibly be picking out not six, but seven different pairs, hoping to get away from there before anyone else came into that aisle.  He chose five pairs of pullups, and two pairs of pantyhose, throwing all of them into the cart.  He pushed the button on his phone to call her back.  “I’ve got them.”

“Excellent Jozy.  How many did you decide to buy?”

“Seven?” he told her.

“Very good, Jozy.”

“Anything else I need?” he asked, hoping the answer was no.

“Oh Jozy.  Only the most important thing of all.”

“I thought the uh…stockings were the most important thing.”

She laughed.  “You’re such fun Jozy.  But now that you’ve got the stockings, you still need to do one more thing.”

“What’s that?”

“Wet your pants.”

He could have died.  But he also had a sneaking suspicion from the time he left the house that she was going to make him do it.

“Jozy,” she said.  “Are you wetting your pants yet?”

“Uh…not yet,” he admitted.

“Jozy!  Don’t even think about not doing it!  You’re not getting out of that store until your pants are soaked!”  She paused a moment then said, “Oh Jozy!  I forgot.  When I first called you, you said you had gone just before you left work.  You didn’t need to pee.  Is that still the case?  It’s been a while now.  But you’ve had another bath and shaved your legs, and now you’ve been wandering around the store for a while too.”

“Um…no,” he replied.  “I can pee.  It’s just…”

“Just what Jozy,” she said sternly.  Consequences, remember?”

Not having seen any of her consequences, that thought was beginning to be an empty threat.  He didn’t dare tell her that though.  “No,” he replied.  “It’s just…”

“It’s just what Jozy?”

“It’s hard to do in public.”

She laughed.  “Jozy, Jozy, Jozy.  Think of it this way.  This is what turns you on.”

“Not in public!”

“Oh Jozy, I’ll bet anything it does.  Think of how it’s going to feel to have all that warm wet pee gushing out of you, soaking your pants, running all down your freshly shaven legs right down to your red toenails.  Then think of your hand going down inside your pants and playing with yourself.  That’s what you want, isn’t it?  And don’t lie to me Jozy.  I know better.  Now isn’t that what you want?”

“Um…yes,” he admitted.

“Then get to it.  Soak yourself, right where you’re standing.”  A moment later, she added.  “Now Jozy!”

“Uh….”

“Jozy?  Consequences if you don’t.”

“I’m doing it.  Okay?”

“Oh.  You didn’t tell me that,” she replied.  “Very good Jozy.  Tell me when you’re done.”

“I’m done,” He told her, feeling completely embarrassed over it.

“Very good, Jozy.   “Send me a picture.”

Right there in the store, he snapped a picture of his soaked pants and sent it to her.

“Very nice Jozy,” she told him.  “Looks like you really did have to pee.  Now go pay for everything and call me when you get home.  More fun later.  Ta-ta Jozy.”

Joe was very glad to have the shopping cart to stand behind.  But that didn’t mean some of the other customers didn’t notice his wet pants.  He saw the looks of surprise on a few of their faces as he headed for the checkout and again as he stood in line to pay for everything.  Of course, the smell was probably attracting a bit of attention too.  Fortunately, nobody said anything to him, although the girl at the checkout did seem a bit surprised at all the stockings he was buying.  A minute later, with his wet pants on full display, he carried his bag of things back to his car where he was glad to be out of sight.  But when he got home, he had to wait in the parking lot for a few minutes before some people left so nobody would see him.  As soon as he could, he grabbed his bag, got out of the car, and ran to his apartment.  He breathed a sigh of relief the moment he got his apartment door closed behind him.

He called X once again.  “Hello?”

“Jozy!  It took you long enough!”

“There was a long line at the checkout,” he told her.

“Oh.  Good Jozy.  I’m glad.  Did anyone notice your nicely wet pants?”

“Yes!  Too many people!”

“She laughed.  “Did anyone say anything?”

“No.  Fortunately.”

She laughed again.  “Too bad.  Maybe next time.”

Joe simply hoped there wouldn’t be a next time, even though he suspected there would be.  Maybe more than one next-times. 

“Okay Jozy, time to get busy,” she told him.

Joe was glad to hear that.  He was ready to stick his hand down inside his pants when she continued talking.

“Now get your pants off Jozy.  Hurry up.  Shoes and socks too.”

“Get my…”

“Get your pants off.  Is there a problem with the connection?  You couldn’t hear me?”

“Uh…no.  It’s fine.”

“Tell me when those stinking wet pants are off you.”

It was a moment before he said anything.  They’re off,” he told her.

“Good Jozy.  Now I know you’re going to enjoy this.  I do.  Take that bottle of skin lotion you just bought and pour a good amount into your hand and start rubbing it into those nicely shaved legs of yours.  Top to bottom Jozy.  And trust me, you’re going to love how it makes your skin feel.”

Joe wasn’t so certain.  He wasn’t exactly excited to be doing it either, but he grabbed the bottle, got some out onto his hand and began spreading it on his legs.  It felt cold!  He had to get a lot of lotion to cover both his legs.

“Jozy,” her voice came from his phone.  “Are you doing it?”

“Yes!” he replied.  “I’m still working on it.”

“Oh, good Jozy.  Massage it in good.  Let me know as soon as you’re done.”

A few minutes later, he said, “Got it.”

“All done Jozy?  Run your hands over your legs.  Don’t they feel nice?  Is the skin any softer?”

Joe ran his hands over his legs.  They felt…damper.  He wasn’t sure if they felt softer or not.

“Jozy?  Do they feel softer?”

Knowing what she would want him to say, he said, “Yes.”

“Very good Jozy.  Now pick a pair of stockings.  Pullups or pantyhose, I don’t care.  And put them on.  Let me know when you get them out of the package.”

A minute later, he said, “Okay, the package is open.”

She laughed.  “Let me guess Jozy, are you excited to be holding them in your hands?”

“Uh…yes,” He admitted.

“Have you ever put stockings on before?”

“No.  Never,” he admitted.

“Have you ever even felt a nice pair of stockings?”

“Not till now,” he said, a touch of breathlessness coming to his voice.

She laughed.  “Oh Jozy, let me guess.  You’re getting all excited and hard just holding them, aren’t you.”  When he didn’t reply soon enough she repeated sternly, “Aren’t you!”

“Uh…yeah,” he admitted, a bit embarrassed by it.

She laughed.  “Go ahead Jozy.  Don’t deny yourself the fun.  Put them on.”  She paused a moment then added.  “Do they feel smooth and sensual against your legs?  Are they turning you on more the further you pull them up your legs?”  He wasn’t answering.  “Jozy!  Tell me if just pulling them up your legs is making you hard!”

“Yes!” he admitted quickly as he continued pulling them up.  “I’m already hard!”

She laughed.  “Very good Jozy.  I’m glad.  That makes it so much better for you, doesn’t it.”

“Mm-hm,” he said as he started on his other leg.  The stockings felt…so sensual.  They made his legs look…so different!  He was wearing women’s stockings on his legs.  He had red nail polish on his toenails that he could see right through the material of the smooth sensual stockings.  The entire process had his dick hard as a rock.  And if he wasn’t careful, he was going to…”

“Jozy…what are you doing?” her voice interrupted his thoughts.  “Have you finished putting  them on yet?”

“Yes!” he breathed.  “But…”

“But what?” she asked.

“I’ve got to…”

“You’ve got to what Jozy?”

“Um…calm down a bit or I’m going to…”

She laughed.  “Don’t you dare cum yet Jozy.  Not yet.  Now quickly, take a picture of your legs and make sure I can see your toenails in the picture too.  Hurry Jozy.  I’m waiting.”

It was all Joe could do to take the picture and send it, without cumming.  The sight of his legs in those stockings was so much like some of the pictures she had sent of her legs that it was driving him crazy.  He heard her laughing.

“Very nice Jozy.  Your legs are really coming along beautifully now.  Okay Jozy, you’ve earned your reward for today.  Put those stinking, disgusting, wet pants of yours back on again.  Hurry up Jozy.  All the way on, buttoned and zipped up.  Hurry.  You know what’s coming next.”

He did know, or at least he hoped he did.  He would much rather have just kept looking at his stocking covered legs, but he pulled the cold wet stinking pants back on and fastened them.  “Got them,” he told her.

She laughed.  “Go ahead now Jozy.  Stick your hand down into your disgusting wet pants and enjoy yourself.  Make sure you keep looking at your feet though.  Can you see your red toenails through the stockings?  Does the sight of it make you excited?”

Joe didn’t answer.  He couldn’t.  He was too busy having an amazing orgasm.  As he fingered his dick down inside his pee-soaked pants and looked at his stocking covered red toes, his hips bucked all around against his hand as he let more juice out into his pee-soaked pants.  Slowly, gradually, he slowed down.  He was breathing heavily.  Wow!  What a rush.  He also realized she was laughing.

Finally, he heard her say, “Jozy, are you done yet?”

“Yes,” he admitted.

She laughed again.  “I heard that Jozy.  I heard all your little grunts and sounds.  Oh Jozy, you really are so much fun.”

Just then, he didn’t care.  He had gotten what he wanted.

“Now Jozy.  A few rules before we say goodbye.”

“Rules?”  He didn’t like the sound of that.

“Yes Jozy.  Rules!  Important rules.  Rules that I’m going to be checking up on whenever I feel like it.”

“What kind of rules?”

“First of all Jozy.  Don’t bother shaving your legs in the mornings anymore.  From now on, as soon as you get home from work every night, I want you soaking your body in the bathtub, and you better add some of that bath stuff every time you do.  You really will love what that stuff will do for your skin.  That’s when I want you to shave your legs every day.  Then when you get out of the tub, as soon as you’ve dried yourself off, I want you to cover your legs with more of that skin cream before you get dressed.  And Jozy, here’s the most important rule of all.  From now on, whenever you get dressed, day or night, I want you wearing stockings…including and especially at work!  Got that?  And Jozy, trust me, I’ll be checking.”

“At work?  But…”

“No buts Jozy.  At work too.  Everywhere.  All the time.  Do you understand?”

“Um…”

“I said, do you understand!”

It was a moment before he reluctantly answered.  “Yeah.”

“Good.  Now remember, bath, skin lotion, stockings every day.  And Jozy, if you feel like playing with yourself afterwards…”  She laughed.  “Go right ahead.  Just make sure you wet those pants of yours first…after you’ve done everything else!  No fun unless you’re wearing wet pants.  Ta-ta for now Jozy.  Remember, I’ll be checking up on you.  Including at work.”

With that, Joe realized she had hung up.  Wear stocking to work?  That thought scared the hell out of him.  But even after just having an orgasm, it excited him a bit too.  He finally pulled his soaked pants off.  His stockings underneath were now wet too from just having his wet pants on over them.  Two minutes later, he was in the shower getting cleaned up.

Why didn’t he just hang up on her whenever she called?  The answer was simple.  He was too excited by the little bit of attention she was giving him.  He already couldn’t wait till next time.