Yes, and she’s pissed

I walked down the stairs cautiously, clad only in the yellow panties stephanie had me wearing today. Shame burned through me as my mind wandered not only to my strange masturbation session in stephanie’s room, but also to the strange dream, my shaved body and the soft panties that I was quickly growing used to wearing. Not good. As I entered the kitchen with my head hung low, stephanie offered me a cheery good morning as she put a plate of avocado toast with egg on top in front of me. I nodded my thanks and started eating mutely.

She sat across from me, offering strange looks, until she grew bored of my silence and got up from the table saying she had to meet some friends. I let out a sigh of relief, if she left the house now, then I would have more time to do a thorough cleaning in her room before she - “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS JOHN?!” I winced as she yelled down and stomped down the stairs. She glared at me and when I didn’t say anything, her hands dug into my hair and started dragging me up the stairs behind her.

Cries of pain each order through the house as she yanked my hair continuously, until we finally reached her room and she tossed me unceremoniously to floor near her desk. I gulped as I looked up and saw I had missed a few spots where cum clearly clung to the wooden desk and I looked to stephanie fearfully. I stayed on my knees and lowered my head in shame as I pleaded for mercy. “Stephanie please don’t be mad at me, I don’t know what came over me! I just couldn’t help myself, I don’t know what happened, maybe those videos or what happened with Mallory the other day. Pleas just don’t be mad.”

Tears fell down my face as I shamelessly begged for her forgiveness. She had so much on me at this point that all I could hope for was mercy, but the scowl she threw my way promised I would be having no mercy. Flatly, she stated, “Lick it up slut.”

I gawked at her, there was no way she could be serious, but the way she glared at me I couldn’t be too sure about that. Trembling and fighting through the tears, I said desperately, “You have to be kidding steph”- she growled at me, causing me to flinch backwards and hit into a clean part of the desk. I cowered there and tried again, “Stephanie please, I don’t want to lick up cum, I’m not gay.”

Cruel laughter filled my ears as the cruel smile I was so used to returned. “Oh you’re not? Could have fooled me in your cute little panties, fully shaven and playing with your cute little tits as you stroke your tiny clit. Actually it’s not gay, cause you’re a little girl. Men don’t do the things you do slut.”

I wanted to ask how she knew about the way I masturbated before, but of course she’d known. I was so tranced she could have set up a camera or even been there and I wouldn’t have known. I wanted to fight her words and tell her I was a man, that she was doing something to me, but it was futile. I was a man and I knew it. I just had to get through all of this shit she’s pull this summer and move on after wards. The thought of an after brought strength to me enough that I was able to fight through the shame and disgusting prospect and lick the first and smallest drop of my cum from the desk. It was salty and slimy, but not terrible. It was just a liquid, that was how I had to think of it. It even had a wood flavor from the desk, just focus on that.

I started licking quickly, growing numb to the salty slime and stephanie laughed behind me. As i was about done, the last few drops fell to my face and I recoiled from under the desk, where the flash of her phone met me. She turned the camera around with a triumphant grin and I saw myself. The blank stare of a used whore with streaks of cum down their face created me. Instead of a mans chest I looked like I would be getting an a cup soon and my dick was hard in my panties but still small.

I could only stare at the picture slack jawed and didn’t even notice as stephanie ripped off my panties and something metallic clamped onto my rapidly softening cock. Keeping my manhood was only going to get harder from here, I had to get away and regroup, but would she let me...