He makes you sit in his lap

Suddenly, while your back is still towards him, you feel his large hands grip you by the hips. With one pull, you fall onto his lap. Your feet kick upwards and you cannot help but curse yourself for even falling like a girl. "There, a proper place for a proper girl," he chuckled. You could tell he was eating this up, loving every minute of your humiliation.

"Hey! I never said anything about sitting in your damn lap," you blurt out at him, starting to get really uncomfortable. Not that you were comfortable before. Standing there in girl's clothes, being stared at by your best friend--who was clearly enjoying this more than she should have been. It was all very unsettling.

"No, you just said you would be my ****. And I like my slaves to keep my lap warm from time to time," he laughed. The laugh made it a little easier to take because it told you that this was all still just a joke. You think you would be really nervous if he stopped acting like that. So, at least there is that solace.

So, there you were, sitting on your best friend's lap while wearing his sister's clothes, your back towards him so at least you did not have to look at him in the face. He put his hand on your right knee and softly stroked it. "Good girl, just sit right there," he said. "I have to think of something more humiliating for you next," he said, sounding like he was giving it serious thought. "I suppose I could just make your cute ass stay seated here while I watch TV and have another drink. Or maybe, I should make you go out dressed like that after all!"

"Hey! You said this would only be between us! You promised," you whined, and again only made yourself seem more girly.

"Don't worry, cutey"--God he was loving calling you these names--"no one would even know it's you."