Clothes Maketh The Man – Part 7.

I stood staring at the computer screen. I felt my heart pounding and I was short of breath. How could it be?

How had Devina got me dressed – so passable – and photographed me blowing a guy? Why was it I had no memory of it, and most of all, why did I look like I was enjoying it so thoroughly?

The ‘how’ of the situation was perplexing, but other questions flooded my mind. What else had I done? Why did I have no memory of the events?

I took my mind back to that thoroughly perplexing trip to San Francisco. When I thought about the way my body had ached as I flew home, things started to add up. My jaw, almost as though it had been forced open. My legs, not to mention the whole shaving thing.

Not for the first time I found myself thinking of new and interesting ways to get rid of Devina, but not before I thought of the wider implications. There were photographs floating around out there. The three in my email were disgusting, to be sure, yet in a strange way I also found them exciting. What other pics might be around, and (oh god!) who might have seen them?

Devina was friends with my sister, maybe she’d shown the pics to Jennifer. Immediately I decided I’d better phone her.

“Hello,” came her voice as she answered the phone.

“Hi,” I said. “How are you?”

There was a pause. “I think the question is, ‘how are you?’.”

I waited. What the hell did that mean.

“I’m good…” I couldn’t figure out if she knew or not. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Well, you know…”

Oh my god, I thought. If she’d seen me with cum dribbling down my cheek I could never look her in the face again.

She continued, “I mean, it’s been so long since you called.”

“Yes, I suppose so. Well, as long as you’re ok…” She wasn’t giving anything away. “Oh, by the way, I think Devina is going to be in Chicago sometime soon. She mentioned something. She said she might drop by.”

“Oh,” I replied. “That’s nice,” I said choking back the venom in my voice. “Well, I’ll say goodbye, then.”

So, it seemed she didn’t know about the pictures. Thank God she hadn’t seen the one of me with the toy in my ass, and loving it. As for the one with semen on my face; I couldn’t bare the thought of her seeing that!

“What a strange phone call. Sometimes, Andy, I have to wonder what’s come over you! Goodbye.” The phone clicked off.

What did she mean by “What’s come over you”? Was that a reference to the semen on my face in that picture? When Devina showed up I would have a thing or two to say to her.

It turned out I didn’t have long to wait. Later that evening I heard the buzzer, and Devina’s voice said, “I think you’d better let me up, Andy. We need to talk!”

Bloody right we needed to talk, preferably while I smacked her in the head with a lamp. A tragic accident. Over the balcony, and from up here on the seventh floor no one would know the difference.

In my minds eye I could see myself talking to a handsome police officer, “It was terrible, she was leaning on the balcony and the next thing I noticed she was gone. I knew she’d been depressed, but… I never thought…”

The police officer would probably be quite sympathetic. If I acted very hurt he’d probably be very kind. And handsome.

I heard the knock on my door, and went to answer it. As I opened it, there stood Devina. Before I could say a word she swept in and said.

“I hope you liked the pictures. You look so sweet. Very photogenic. And you have such a lovely smile, when you wear lipstick. And of course when you mouth isn’t full!”

“Devina…” I said.

“Now Andy, or shoudl I say ‘Andrea’, I think you need to think about something.  There’s a very nice video around out there, and so many pictures, my goodness my friends took a lot!”

“Your friends?”

“Of course, I am so sorry. You have no memory of it at all do you. Let’s sit down and I can show you some I have on my phone. Perhaps a little drink first?”

“Oh, no… I don’t remember what happened but I think alcohol had something to do with it,” I protested.

“I am sure you have some wine about the place. Now, be a good boy and bring me a drink, and I’ll show you how lovely you looked. Oh, I should say girl, really shouldn’t I. Be a good girl, then.”

I went to the kitchen and found a bottle of Chablis. I might as well put a brave face on this.

I sat beside her and she began swiping her way through some pictures. I looked almost totally passable. It was a wonderful makeup job, but most of all, I looked feminine. My eyes! Wow. Then as the images progressed, I began to be more subjugated. On my knees, and then the toys, at first me playing with myself, and then hands on them as they entered me – and I could see Devina’s fingers, slim and wet with oil, working a tool deep into my ass. Then, to my horror images of a man, his dick first in my mouth, then my butt, and worse what seemed like gallons of semen on me.

I cringed as I saw myself licking the semen from his shaft, and my fingers, with obvious relish. I was loving every minute of it. It was as though I just couldn’t get enough of it. Even looking at the pictures I found myself getting aroused.

“How did you do this?” I asked.

“Oh, you did it, not me! Especially the ones of his cum, you love the taste of it. I can’t believe it’s your first time.”

“You’re a monster,” I said.

“Actually, you ae the monster. At least, according to my friend here. Apparently you just couldn’t get enough of him,” she said smiling. “All I did was bring out the latent version of you. The one that loves a hard cock deep inside your ass. Not to mention the hot taste of semen on your tongue.”

“But how did you do it? I don’t remember anything about it.”

“Of course not. The right mix of antidepressants, Percocet and alcohol, not to mention some other pharmaceutical cocktails – Ecstasy – You’d enjoy anything. You sure as hell wouldn’t remember it. Besides, you liked it so much I think if you remembered it you’d do it every night.”

“So what do you want. Money?”

“Oh, Andy. Don’t be so sordid. Why not just enjoy it. I know one day you’ll thank me for this. I’m setting you free, after all.”

“I’m going to kill you,” I said coldly.

“I doubt it. I think you’ll thank me. But tonight you’ll do as you are told, because otherwise these pictures will be all over the net in a couple of hours. I have a scheduled upload set to run, unless I intervene. You probably don’t want that to happen…”

“Does my sister know?”

“Andy, how little you understand… But enough small talk. Let’s talk about tonight.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, didn’t I mention? In about an hour I have a friend coming.”

“An hour?” I stammered.

“Yes,” Devina replied. “Don’t worry, it’s just long enough to get you dressed and made up.”

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10 Replies to “Clothes Maketh The Man – Part 7.”

  1. Just wanted to say I enjoyed reading parts 1-7 of “clothes maketh the man” I am looking forward to reading more parts of this story..Sincerely Ms Bree Oillics.. You can find me online in facebook too.

    1. My suspicion is that we come to this at a point in our life that we need to. I personally know I was not ready to explore this side of myself when I was young. Now I embrace the feminine and I am proud to do so.

  2. This is really starting to read like a fantasy that’s in my head. Except the part that he doesn’t remember. Personally, I’d be disappointed that I didn’t remember and insist on doing it again so I could.

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