Chapter 3
by 
OathkeeperPath
Does he go to the mail?
Yes, to the Mall
The morning light streamed in through your window, bringing with it the reality of the situation. Cock not working, not even morning wood, oddly it was at full size but it was flopping around like it would while fully soft.
You were no closer to understanding the message, but you knew you needed to find out.
As you got ready for the day, your mind raced with possibilities. Could it be a prank, Like someone slipping you reverse Viagra? Was that even a thing? When would they have been able to?
Ready and up for the day you text Jill to try and salvage things. Only to get a quick reply of
-Hey things were already rocky I think its time we admit we don't work and part ways.
After that every text you sent only received an automatic reply.
-Unable to deliver message
With no way to reach Jill to smooth things over and explain why you weren't in the mood for sex last night.
After taking some time to cope with just how badly the last 24 have gone you notice its almost 10am.
You decide to go to the food court, maybe there will be answers to at least one of your problems.
As you make your way to the food court, your mind races with possibilities.
Who could have sent the message? What could they want? Why the mall food court?
As you enter the bustling mall, you scan the crowd, searching for any sign of the mysterious sender.
The air is filled with the sounds of excited chatter and footsteps, the scent of popcorn and cotton candy, but no sign of anyone familiar.
As the clock ticks closer to 10am, you begin to doubt if the message was even real. Maybe it was just a prank, a cruel joke, meant to ruin the night and break up your relationship.
Just as you're about to turn and leave, you spot a familiar figure in the distance. You think It's Jordan. He's wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, his hair tucked under the cap, before you can move closer to confirm your phone goes off.
-Glad you're here, Sit down at a table, I want you to see the situation you've gotten yourself into.
You look up and who you think was Jordan is gone. With out many other options and a little confused you play along for now.
You take a seat at a table in the food court and wait. Its not long before another text pops up.
-Good, now try to stand up.
You do as you're told, but your body refuses to cooperate. You try again, but your legs stay rooted in place. Panic begins to set in as you realize you're stuck.
Your phone vibrates with another text.
-Good, Now to drive it home.
Your cock begins to get hard for the first time since before last night. The feeling is both a relief and a shock. How could this be happening? Your mind races with questions, but all that comes out of your mouth is a moan.
Your cock goes soft again turning relief to anger, but you still can't move.
-Good it looks like you understand, I'm in control, you will do as I say or face punishment, if you want your cock to work again you have to show me your willing to be good.
Starting to freak out you text back -OK I'll play along, what do you want and what did I ever do to you?
You feel like the air is being **** out of your lungs.
- Do?! Don't about that, Just know this is how you repent, you'll figure it out. Now what I want, well to start, I want you to go into the Victoria Secret and buy some cute panties
Your eyes go wide. How had things gone so far off the rails so fast, trapped in the middle of the mall, **** to buy lingerie?
The thought is terrifying, you find yourself walking towards the lingerie store. As you make your way to the front, the store clerk, a young woman with kind eyes, greets you.
"Hi, welcome to Victoria's Secret. What are you looking for today?" she asks with a friendly smile.
Your tongue seems to have forgotten how to speak, your words coming out as incoherent mumbles.
The clerk seems to sense your hesitation. "First time shopping for lingerie, huh? It's ok, we all have to start somewhere, your girl is going to love it." she says gently, putting a comforting hand on your arm. "Why don't you just take your time and browse around, see if there's anything that catches your eye, and if you have any questions, just let me know."
You give a quick nod, still too overwhelmed to say anything coherent. The clerk smiles and turns back to the cash register, leaving you to wander the aisles of the store.
You grab the first pair you see and head to the register. The clerk looks surprised to see you again so quickly, but takes the items with a smile. "You must have a lucky someone to be buying them these," she says with a wink as she rings up the purchase. "Come back if you need anything else, and good luck with your special night!"
The words are barely out of her mouth when your phone buzzes with another message. You read it
-Oh we can't have that, tell her they are for you, if you don't I'll have to show you I mean business.
You swallow hard, your palms beginning to sweat. How do they know that the clerk thinks its for your girlfriend? You stand there frozen unable to move again but this time because your stuck in looping thoughts trying to get out of this.
Your phone buzzes again.
-Don't make me repeat myself.
The words break the cycle.
-Hey the clerk already thinks the panties are for a girlfriend, don't bother them, they'll find out later, I can't be outed to them right now.
Your voice trembles as the clerk gives you a sympathetic look. "Is everything ok? If you're worried about your girlfriend, don't be. We get plenty of men buying panties for their girl friends and wives."
-DO IT
"There Not For My Girlfriend, They're for me!" You **** out as you run out of the store. You find a bench to sit down and calm your nerves when you feel your cock start to get hard again.
-Good Boy
- Now put on the panties you bought
The message causes your face to turn a deep red.
"No way I can do that, I'll go to jail. "
-I didn't mean here in public to numbskull
You breath a sigh of relief until something clicks in your head, only Jordan ever called you that and only after you had fallen for some joke or prank. Before you can call him out on it the next text has you rushing off to the nearest restroom.
-You have 5 minutes to get to the nearest bathroom, last stall, put the panties on there, I'll see you there.
The bathroom looks empty when you enter, but the thought of being caught sends a shiver of dread down your spine. Your hand shakes as you pull out the lacy pink panties. You step into the last stall before undoing your jeans and stepping out of them, pulling the panties on. As you tuck your cock into the lace, your heart is beating a mile a minute.
The lace rubs against your sensitive skin, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. You have to fight the urge to moan as your cock hardens in the confines of your panties. It has to be his doing there is no way they have you this turned on.
*Creak
The stall door opens behind you. you spin around and see Jordan, smirking. "Guess you like them huh, not as straight as you thought?"
You can't even form words as your brain tries to catch up with the fact that Jordan was here watching you get dressed, a wave of embarrassment crashes into you. "J-Jordan, I.. what are you doing here? You shouldn't be-wait I was right it was you!"
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. And what you're doing." he said with a knowing grin. "Now let's get this party started."
You look at Jordan incredulously, unsure how to respond to the strange turn of events. "You were serious? You... You made my cock like that? I'm not going crasy?"
"Mmm-hmmm" Jordan's grin widened, "And I can keep it like that, or not. Plenty of other fun things too, well fun for me."
You felt the panic rising in your chest, the threat was clear.
Jordan had been playing with you and it seemed there was no way out. You had to play along or risk being humiliated even more, maybe losing your cock all together.
Your thoughts raced, your mind struggling to grasp the gravity of the situation.
"Ok, ok, what do you want from me? Please, don't make this worse." The words came out as barely a whisper of defeat.
"Simple," Jordan's voice was cold, devoid of his usual warmth, "You are going to do everything I say, when I say, without question. I'll decide when this ends."
"So what if I go to the police?" The words left your mouth before you could stop them.
"Oh, I wouldn't do that. The police can't do anything about my little doll here." Jordan smirked, holding up a voodoo doll. It was your spitting image, down to the clothes you were wearing, even your face looked real. "One wrong move from you, and your precious dick goes bye bye. You don't want that, do you?"
With the object he had apparently used in your site you go to lunge for it. 'This bastard is really cocky isn't he'
Your thoughts and movements were interrupted by a sharp sting as your legs slam together at the same moment he closes his hands on the dolls legs, causing you to fall over at his feet.
Jordan's voice was cold and unfeeling. "No, bad boy, looks like someone needs some discipline." He had changed so much in a day, this was nothing like the sweet but confident femboy he'd been the last few years.
"No... no, please. I'll do whatever you want." Your words were barely a whisper as the realization of what was happening set in. You were powerless against Jordan. The fear was evident in your voice as you tried to plead with him.
Jordan looked at you coldly, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. You feel a sharp pain. "Yes you will." With him seemingly satisfied you won't try anything else, the pain goes away. The fire in his eye is still there, maybe even worse.
"You think I care what you want? I've been caring about what you want and trying to get your attention for years. But no you only had eyes for that back stabber, breaking up with you and breaking your heart only to make you apologize and get back together so she could do it again." Jordan was angry, but he was also hurting and confused.
"I tried to tell you, you're not my type, you don't even know me. I never lead you on." You were getting more confident and pissed as the shock faded, not caring that your words were hitting hard. You had enough, your heart and pride hurting from the night before. Enough to over power your common sense, you were lying at the feet of someone with power over you and you bit back at them with words. "And where do you get off calling Jill a backstabber?!"
Your words only seemed to fuel his rage. He clenched his fist and your jaw snapped shut, painfully, your words of protest trapped behind your lips. "Jill isn't a backstabber?! Maybe she should explain it herself then, since you won't believe me." With a snap of his fingers you feel the invisible strings around your limbs loosen. You sit there, dumbstruck, trying to figure out what's happening. "Call her, put her on speaker and ask her what she told me the day before yesterday."
"I....I can't she broke up with me and blocked my number. After you 'turned' my dick off!" You finish with some heat but trying to reign it in.
"And still you defend her. I'm done with this conversation, you are going to get up and go home. Keep the panties on. I'll have other instructions tomorrow."
"Jordan, What did sh-"
"Nope, we are done talking about this, now get up and going before I do some you'll regret." He was starting to cry angry tears.
With no other choice you do as he says.