by Tina Majors
I mean, if I admitted to staring at her tits who knows what she would do?
But I also knew that she would continue with her onslaught if I admitted to it. In the end I probably took the worst possible option of not saying anything.
This did not go down well at all.
“Well seeing as you’re not answering me, perhaps I should call the mountain police and report you?” She said in a tone that was a balance of menacing and almost playful.
I couldn’t risk any trouble, so I began to talk. To this day, I still can’t believe what I said.
“Yes, sorry, I was staring, but,” I pleaded, “Please don’t report me, I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” She said, a wicked smile curving on her perfect lips.
“Y-y-y-y-yes,” I replied, stuttering, seemingly incapable of string more than two words together.
“Right, I think we can sort something out then,” She said. “My name is Annabelle, and you will address me as Madame Annabelle or Mistress from now on, understand?”
“Y-y-y-y-yes,” I said, “Yes, Madame Annabelle.”
“Good, now seeing as you were quite happy to drool over me,” Annabelle said, “I think it’s time for you to repay that favour. Strip!”
I couldn’t believe it. There was no way I was stripping out on a public slope, outdoors in the snow too. This wasn’t worth it, I thought. But before I could try and dispute her command I found myself being judo tripped onto the floor.
I looked up and saw Annabelle’s imposing figure towering above me. Her legs were long, muscular, toned, and I followed them all the way up her neon pink leggings towards her crotch. Nothing had been left to the imagination the leggings were so tight. I gulped. She must have seen my staring because she gave me two or three kicks to the stomach.
“Get your wimpy ass up and strip for your mistress,” She bellowed. “Don’t push me or you’ll find yourself in a world of pain you little pervert.”
I knew I had no real choice in the matter, I couldn’t risk being arrested and I knew for sure I didn’t want to have to explain an arrest or deportation to my work bosses seeing as I was already on a final warning for poor performance.
So I hauled myself up and began to strip. It was so cold. As I removed my jacket and top I could see Annabelle smirk at my body. I wasn’t fat, but I certainly wasn’t in brilliant shape. Somehow, I managed to be kinda out of shape and also kinda weedy. Not a great look, certainly not an alpha male body I knew that much.
“Oh dear, that’s not much to write home about, is it?” Annabelle stated. “Well, is it? Answer me when I speak or I’ll administer punishments right here and now!”
“Sorry, Madame, no, my body is not much to write home about,” I said, sounding absolutely pathetic.
“Well, keep on going, I haven’t got high hopes but I need to see exactly what you have,” Annabelle said, her tone a mixture of derision and a kind of excitement that sent shivers of fear but also arousal through my body.
Then I remembered.
Oh no, it couldn’t be, please no, I thought.
My mind was running out of control in complete, total, and utter panic. This really couldn’t be happening to me. Here’s the thing: underneath my ski trousers I was wearing… a pair of women’s panties. And not the kind of panties that I could ever pass off as being small men’s briefs. These were a bright pink pair of frilly, lacy, high cut panties that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Cut high on the thigh, they were barely able to keep my dick and balls in, and that was saying more about the size of the material than my junk, believe me.
To the rear they were the classic thong back too.
So, yeah, you can see that the idea that I would be able to bluff my way out of this was a complete no-no.
I hesitated.
I knew that if I took my trousers off I would be exposed. I couldn’t do it, I just couldn’t. No matter that this powerful woman was commanding me to, I’d run the risk of her reporting me to the police. At least they wouldn’t strip me.
“No, I am sorry, no more,” I said, sounding very nervous and not at all convincing.
“Right, I see,” Annabelle, said.
Then a pause.
I looked at her, she was standing perfectly still, glaring at me. I didn’t know what was going to happen next. Then without warning and before I could react to defend myself she launched herself at me, using pressure points and brute strength to put me in a headlock, bent over, my face only millimetres from the snow.
“If this is how it has to be, my boy, this is how it has to be,” She said.
I felt her hands yank down my trousers in one movement until they were down round my ankles.
Then silence.
I swear I could have heard a pin drop on the next mountain range it was so quiet. Then it began. The laughter. Annabelle, her grip still tight around my waist, began to laugh and laugh and laugh.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” She asked, although it wasn’t really a question.
I didn’t know what to say. I tried to make some kind of corny excuse about running out of my own underwear or having to buy an emergency pair at the airport, I can’t even recall what I said now. It was useless, nothing I could say would sound convincing. I had been caught out, there was no escaping it.
“Well, seeing as you appear to have gone quiet, I‘ll answer for you,” She said. “You are nothing but a sissy. A pathetic, beta male sissy. Or to put it even more accurately: MY pathetic, beta male sissy!”
With that, I felt my mistress – because let’s face it, that’s what she was now, whether I liked it or not – running her fingers around my exposed ass cheeks, raising and snapping back the waistband on my feminine panties. She then began to spank me. Hard. Without warning. These were playful spanks, but hard angry spanks.
“Never, ever, lie to me again,” She said. “And never, ever refuse a command, you understand?”
“Aaaaaaw, aww, yes, yes,” I cried, “I understand Madame, please-“
“Oh shut up,” Annabelle bellowed. “You take your spanks like a good little sissy wimp. Take them and say thank you Madame Annabelle after each one!”
I did what I was told after each and every spank. And there were a lot of them. Then, a brief relief. Annabelle loosened her grip on me and placed me ass down in the snow.
“That should cool off that hot bottom of yours!” She laughed.
It was clear that she was enjoying this, that this was the kind of thing she was perfectly suitable for. I wondered whether in actual fact she had done this kind of thing before? But before I could spend any real time pondering this issue I found myself being instructed to stand up and put my hands on my head. I rose to my feet and did as I was told. I felt totally exposed and humiliated. Naked apart from a bright pink thong, out on the slopes. It was still early enough that there weren’t really any people close. But how long would that be the case?
“Oh dear, not much to see is there?” She laughed, pointing at me, giggling a wicked, seductive giggle.
Here’s the thing. Despite the humiliation, the pain from the spanking, and the loss of control, I was actually feeling a rush of blood to my dick. This couldn’t be happening. Despite everything, I was totally taken in by this total Goddess. I’d always had fantasies about being dominated by a strong, sophisticated, powerful woman. But now it was happening, how was I feeling about it? I didn’t have much time to think…
“Well, let me see what you’re working with in the trouser department,” Annabelle said.
It wasn’t a question.
I put my hands on the waistband of the panties. I hesitated and looked pleadingly at Annabelle. She shook her head and glared. I couldn’t face another spanking, my bottom hadn’t even cooled down properly from the last one, and who knows, it could get worse next time? Slowly, and completely demoralised, I pulled the panties down over my cock and right down to my ankles. I stood back up and covered my dick and balls with my hands.
“Don’t you dare cover up in front of your Mistress!” Annabelle shouted.
Terrified, I lifted my hands and put them back on top of my head.
Annabelle burst out laughing as she watched my less than impressive cock bounce and twitch, pointing upwards, hard as it could get, totally turned on. If I wasn’t careful I could end up cumming, and I didn’t know what kind of reaction that would provoke from Annabelle.
“What a pathetic little cock that is! How big is it, three inches? There’s no was that would ever satisfy a woman,” Annabelle declared. “Go on, try and deny it! Try and deny that you are a stupid little tiny dicked sissy boy…”
“N-n-n-no, I can’t deny it,” I said, “I’m a tiny dicked sissy boy, Mistress.”
I couldn’t believe what I was saying. It was true of course, I’d always known that’s what I was. But it almost felt liberating to say it out loud to a woman who knew exactly what I was and how I should be treated. My cock stiffened again, a little pre-cum leaking out of the top. Annabelle noticed and laughed.
“Ha ha, oh dear, what a stupid sight that is,” She said, “I want you to get over here and put that little willy between my legs. Stuff the little maggot in between my thermal lycra clad thighs and pump it for as long as you can before you make a sissy mess. Show your Mistress how much you adore her.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I was so nervous, even though I was being given the opportunity to fulfil a fantasy I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to do it. Instinctively, and a sign that this was right for me, I got on all fours and crawled over to Annabelle. She approved of this and pulled me up by my ears.
With my face millimetres away from her crotch I pushed my hips forward and put my hard cock, so close to explosion, in between her legs.
It felt incredible.
So smooth. I pumped once, twice, three times.
Then I felt it happen.
The cum burst up through my pathetic sissy dick and squirted into the lycra pussy of my Mistress.
I let out a long groan.
“Has my sissy slut made a mess?” Annabelle asked, laughing. “well, answer me!”
“Yes Madame, your sissy slut has made a mess into your magnificent thighs,” I replied.
With that confirmation, Annabelle pushed me back and then instructed me very clearly to lick up each and every stringy strand of cum that was on her inner thighs. I did this eagerly and thoroughly, I wanted to make sure that I pleased her, and not just because I didn’t want a painful punishment, but also because I genuinely wanted to impress her.
She was my Mistress, there was no doubting that.
“Well, what an unexpected surprise this morning was,” Annabelle said. “But don’t think this is the end. There is plenty more humiliation, punishment, and degradation coming up for you my sissy bimbo. I’m going to push you to your absolute limits, don’t you worry about that. Now, pull those panties up, but you can forget about the trousers, we’re going to ski back to my lodge for the next step in your training.”
I knew that this had been a life changing experience. I was about to find out that the new experiences were far from over, and whether I wanted them or not, I was going to get a whole lot more very very soon.
**
I stepped outside, out of the top grade alpine lodge’s comfortable - or not! – surroundings and out on to the snowy pavement. The white powder crunched underneath me booted feet as I began the short to medium distance trek to the strip of shops and bars that constituted the shopping zone on the resort.
There was a small mall too, but most of the items, approximately ninety percent, were available from the shops on the main strip.
I was happy about this as I had heard that the mall had a terrible problem with people carrying snow in with them on their boots, wiping at the entrance, thus causing a lot of sludge-like melted snow at the entrance, and who needed that? Not me. I did like the snow, but what I hated were the inconvenient side effects of it, particularly when it melted.
Back in the UK, I had noticed that snow was only ever fun for two days maximum and as soon as the temperature increased or the rain began to fall, the snow turned into this awful grey slop substance that was no fun, and had a habit of ruining shoes and wetting socks to the core. I walked for approximately three minutes and realised that one of my laces had come undone.
What a pain in the butt (ironically, given what had happened last night) but I knew it would be foolish to continue walking and risk tripping over.
I bent down to tie up the laces and suddenly felt a pelt, first one then two then three, of tightly packed snow hit me. I looked up and took another hard blast in the face. What the hell, I thought. I opened my eyes and saw a small open topped four by four truck driving away, packed with your classic rad boarder dude jocks, whooping and hollering as they pelted innocent walkers with their snow balls.
I was, of course, annoyed.
For a start, the snow on my jacket would be fine, I wasn’t complaining about that, but it was the principal of the matter. It was the blast of white stuff to the face that got me.
How dare they!
For the rest of the walk to the strip of shops I contemplated how I could take my revenge, but knew it was futile as they were long gone, probably already racking up the bottles of Bud and racks of shots in some bar, no doubt rowdily talking about the exploits from the previous night and what they had in store for the up coming evening.
I looked up at the sky and saw a large bird fly over me.
I wondered whether it was an eagle and made a point of thinking I should google it later. I used to be very cynical about people who just casually google every single little thing.
I mean, what did people do before Google?
But certainly I had come around to the idea that the more knowledge the better, and if the technology exists to allow us to know things that we wouldn’t otherwise, then isn’t it the definition of crazy to not make the most of this? Well, certainly in this case it was sure that anything to keep my mind occupied and stop it from swirling with the possibilities of what else could be in store for me on this holiday.
I walked into the first shop, a medium sized general supermarket that stocked everything you would expect it to: cereals, packet meals, tinned good, and of course – plenty of alcohol.
To be fair to it, it had a nice fresh style and the displays were well designed and the general shop floor layout seemed very clear, even for someone who wasn’t familiar with this particular company.
I walked round the aisles and picked up the items on the list, you know the kind, generic staples and some classics like toothpaste and a new bar of soap, the kind of thing that often gets missed out when packing for a holiday in a hurry.
The shop was pretty busy, there must have been a lot of people who had also recently arrived and were making the similar journey to picking up lost or forgotten items, staples that weren’t exactly life or death so to speak but were pretty essential all the same.
A shop assistant was stacking up a display of boxed chocolate, the kind of selection box where the differently shaped and flavoured chocolates were put together to provide a mix of vaguely connected but different flavours. Suddenly the display, which to me instantly seemed perilously highly stacked, collapsed in a heap.
The shop assistant looked a mixture of exasperated, embarrassed, and a little annoyed. It crossed my mind that I should go over and over some assistance, after all we’ve all been in that place before haven’t we? And it is good to help.
For some reason though, I was conscious that I should get my shopping completed as soon as possible without any distractions – the last thing I needed was to be late or to forget an item on the list and either have to come back out or face the consequences in another sense.
Anyway, after pausing and probably actually staring for a bit too long I looked away from the shopping assistant who was still struggling to clean up the fallen boxes and then make a start on setting the display
back up.
As I walked away I quickly forgot what I had witnessed and walked towards the checkout. It was one of those self scanning checkouts that either tend to work perfectly or simply cause absolute stress because they basically don’t work at all.
I happened to get one that worked pretty well and was able to scan my items with relative ease, one after the other, until it was time to make my payment. I used the credit card that had been given to me by my friend – although the irony was not lost on me regarding the saying ‘nothing in life comes for free’.
Anyway, I paid for the items and made my way out of the store.
As I walked back out, I thought that perhaps the temperature had dropped a little. This was unusual for this time of day, as normally there was a bit of an increase as the day moved towards lunch and then the afternoon. I felt the snow crunch under my feet as I began my journey back to the lodge.
I heard someone call out to me from across the road and I waved, despite not being entirely sure who it was. The other person waved back, laughing.
How odd, I thought, perhaps this person think I am someone else, someone that they met perhaps at a bar after the ski session on a previous day?
Well, I guess these things happen, I thought, pondering the absurdity of life.
I crossed the road and walked into a sports goods shop to pick up a water bottle to use in the lodge’s top of the range gym. The shop was empty in terms of customers, one shop assistant sat at the checkout reading a magazine about new wave cinema – a surprising sight to see, but then again: why shouldn’t a shop assistant be reading such a magazine or have an interest in the French new wave?
Well, enough about that, and don’t be so judgemental, I thought, correcting my preconceptions.
I walked over to the register to pay for the item. I used the credit card again and it took three attempts – the sales assistant said the machine had been playing up all morning so I wasn’t to worry, it was nothing to do with the card in all probability. Out of guilt over my judgement, I brought up the magazine and we had a pretty interesting conversation about cinema.