Wonder Girlfriend
"Why aren't you dressed?" I asked. "The party starts in an hour." I was startled to see Janet in a light blue bathrobe and slippers.
"Oh, I've been trying to sew this darn thing, but I can't do it without a form," she responded, discouraged.
"Well, we don't have a lot of time left and Superman is going to look pretty lonely without Wonder Woman by his side," I smiled.
"Say Joe, would you mind doing me a favor?" asked Janet coyly, "Would you mind putting on my costume for me, so I could sew the bustier? It'll only take a few seconds."
"Me put it on?" I tried to protest.
"Well, it's the only way I'm going to be ready in time. I know Cheryl is counting on us to come," purred Janet, as she rubbed my chest through the blue spandex of my costume. I consented and began to strip.
"All right, but you owe me," I said, stepping out of my Superman costume. Janet immediately noticed my freshly shaved legs.
"Oh, good. You shaved your body hair. It will make the spandex costume look a lot neater," she smiled, as she handed me a pair of high cut red panties.
"Panties?" I asked, alarmed.
"Well, don't take this personally," she said. "But I'd rather not wear those briefs right after you've taken them off. And another thing, I want to see how the whole outfit looks on you, so I can get a sense of the complete picture," said Janet.
Sheepishly, I gave in to her demands. I held out my feet as she slid the shiny red boots with the three inch heels over my legs which I had already agreed to let her encase in sheer pantyhose. I should have realized that something more than a fitting was going on as I slid the blue star-spangled briefs up around my waist and let her put the red bustier with gold metallic eagle on my torso. I let her clip the red star earrings on me and slap the big metal bracelets on my wrists. I stood before her with my arms stretched out to my sides as she took a needle and thread and began her work.
"I'm going to have to leave you a lot of room in your chest, so it'll fit around a pair of breasts," she smiled.
"Just please hurry," I replied. "I don't want anyone to see me like this," I pleaded. She tied off the thread and moved behind me.
"Now, just one more thing," she called from behind me. "Put your hands way back so your chest sticks out."
I did as she requested, and before I could react, I felt her grab my wrists and wrap something around them. Oh no! She was tying my wrists with a pair of nylons. I could hear her giggling as she tied the first knot, before I realized what was happening and could fight back. "Let me go! We have to get to the party," I snarled.
"Oh you'll get to the party all right," she laughed.
I had missed my opportunity to resist earlier and now I was in trouble. More and more nylon was being added to her trap and I was feeling so helpless already. I was quickly spun around to face Janet as she taunted me. "I have big plans for you DIANA. Be a good girl or things will be much worse for you."
"Diana! W..." She caught me in mid sentence, shoving another, balled-up pair of panties in my mouth and then tying them in place with the sash of her robe. I was helpless as she flung me onto the couch where she pinned me down with one knee and proceeded to bind my ankles together and bind my feet to my hands in a tight hog-tie.
"Payback is a bitch, isn't it?" She asked, as she laughed deeply at my predicament.
Before I go on with what happened that night, let me tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Joe, and I had a real talent for sports. I was twice collegiate champion in swimming, and was into body-building (but not quite to the extent Janet was.) However, what I really excelled at was football. As varsity captain, I led my college team to an undefeated record. I had all sorts of trophies. As a result, in my senior year I was offered a multi-million dollar contract as first draft pick of the Atlanta Falcons. That was what the party was all about. It was graduation time, and I would soon be going to training camp.
Janet was my girlfriend all through college. But during my senior year, I fell in love with Cheryl. I know it sounds corny, the captain of the football team falling for the head cheerleader, but it happened to me. Her brother, Biff, was the wide receiver on the team who did as much as I did in winning football games. He introduced me to Cheryl, and the two of us immediately hit it off.
Cheryl told me she was still a virgin, and I believed her, despite all the stories one hears about cheerleaders, especially fantastically sexy blonde ones like her. She said she loved me, and was saving her virginity for me. It didn't take long for me to realize that this was the girl I wanted to marry. But what of Janet? How would I break the news to her?
Then, the party came along. At the party, I would tell Janet it was over. Since it was a masquerade party, I figured that if I could talk Janet into wearing a Wonder Woman costume, she would attract the attention of every man there, and have no trouble finding someone to "pick up the pieces." I scoured the stores to find just the right material for her costume: the silk briefs, the red and gold bustier, the tight belt, and even the "magic" lasso. I spent a fortune. The Superman costume that I was to wear was Cheryl's idea. Why she made the suggestion will become apparent later. But now...
"Did you think I wouldn't find out?" asked Janet, as I laid helplessly on the couch. "Oh, we'll be going to the party all right, and you'll be a changed man after I'm through with you!"
I didn't know then what she meant.
Janet picked up my Superman costume and went into her bedroom. A few minutes later as she emerged, I was flabbergasted to see that she had put it on. Not only that, but she had apparently been wearing a wig earlier, because her hair was now short, and was combed perfectly, right down to the spit curl on her forehead. That, and the fact that she was heavily into "Ironwoman" bodybuilding, made it nearly impossible to tell she was a woman. Especially convincing was the vague bulge in the briefs of the costume.
"Well, Diana, how do I look?" she asked in a deep, man's voice, as she placed her fists on her hips in the classic Superman stance. "I see you've noticed that part of Superman about which everyone wonders. I guess that will go along with your guise as 'Wonder' Woman!" she snickered. "But it's the excess in YOUR shorts that is of immediate concern."
As Janet approached, I shivered in blind fear. She grabbed the front of the star-spangled silk briefs and pulled them down, revealing the red panties underneath. Reaching into the underwear, she grabbed my now-limp member.
"So this is what Cheryl was saving herself for," she remarked sarcastically as she pulled it free of the panties. "How pathetic!"
Blushing beet red, I squirmed as Janet produced a strange-looking object. It appeared to be a condom, but larger, with small sacs of some sort of liquid attached, and two long strings.
"This is for you to wear tonight," she said as she wrapped the device around my foreskin. She tucked the package between my legs and replaced the panties. She then rolled me over, and tied the strings after pulling them taught, up through the crack of my rear cheeks. She then attached what felt like a piece of paper to the strings, and pulled up the wonder pants.
When she was through, she said: "I want you to know that the little item I just put on you is filled with acid. It can only be removed by someone working from behind. If you try to remove it yourself, the sacs of acid will break, and..., well, let's just say you don't want to know. But don't worry, I'll remove it later, or, if I should happen to go home with someone else tonight, you can get help elsewhere, as I've written instructions for removal on that slip of paper you felt. But understand that whoever you trust the removal to will see your bare ass wearing those hot red panties, so make sure it's someone you really trust! -And don't count on it being Cheryl!"
I didn't know what to make of that last comment, as she went on: "Now, will you behave? You'll have to obey my every wish all night," she commanded.
With a sigh, I nodded my head.
"Good." she said. "Now, I'll untie you, and we can go to the party. You'd better lay off the beer tonight. You wouldn't want to have to go to the bathroom."
Janet untied me, and when she removed the panty gag, I asked: "Janet, why are you doing this to me? I was going to tell you everything! Get this sick thing off my nuts!"
"Now, now, Wonder Woman," replied Janet. "You shouldn't be telling Superman what to do! Now, let's have a look at you." She inspected her handiwork. The bulge in my silk briefs was much smaller, and looked like that of the voluptuous woman whom I was representing.
"Much better!" she said. "Now, let's cinch up that corset a little to give you those amazonian curves, add a tiara and wig..., a little lipstick and mascara..., and there we have it: The world's mightiest superheroine!"
I looked in the mirror. Although I was clearly still a man, I filled out the costume quite nicely. "All right then," I said. "Let's hurry up and get whatever you have planned over with, so we can come back here and take that...that... thing off."
"Not so fast, Wonder Woman," replied Janet. "I'll be right back. I'm bringing a little surprise to the party."
A moment later, Janet returned with a small suitcase, and we got in the car and she drove us to the party at Cheryl's house.
When we arrived at the party, Janet made a big deal about opening the door for me as if she were really a man and I were really a woman. We went up to the door, and Janet rang the doorbell, with a reminder to behave myself, or else.
When the door opened, there was Cheryl. I was somewhat shocked to see she looked absolutely fabulous dressed in a Supergirl costume, with the red boots, red cape, blue tunic, and red figure skater's miniskirt. Now I understood why she wanted me to come dressed as Superman.
Cheryl was somewhat taken aback by my appearance as she said: "Joe? Is that really you?"
"Yes Cheryl," I replied. "It's me. I can explain..."
But before I could say another word, Cheryl turned to Janet and asked: "Who's this? Where's Janet?"
Before I could reply, Janet spoke, in her deep voice: "Janet got sick and couldn't make it tonight. I'm Paul, her cousin from Cincinnati."
"Pleased to meet you, Paul," replied Cheryl. "What's wrong with Janet?"
"Oh, she caught the sniffles and decided to go to bed," replied Janet. "But she insisted that Joe go anyway. Joe agreed to let me wear his costume, and thought it would be a real howl if he came as Wonder Woman. I hope you don't mind."
"Oh, not at all," smiled the unsuspecting Cheryl. "So, you're Janet's cousin. That explains the resmblance. Anyway, you both look wonderful! Come right in."
We entered and saw all the people. Most of the football team was there, dressed in various costumes. The women, mostly the cheerleading squad, were dressed in very sexy outfits, and the men in various visions of creativity. But the big surprise was Cheryl's brother Biff. He was dressed in a Wonder Girl costume.
When Biff saw me, he came over and said: "Joe? Is that you? I thought I was the only guy who had enough guts to dress like a superheroine tonight! Come on, let me get you a beer!"
I glanced at Janet, who nonchalantly left me to go with Biff, as the unaware Cheryl led her to the punch bowl. Cheryl had the same sort of look in her eye that she gave me when I proposed to her. I couldn't believe that she was somehow attracted to Janet in her Superman disguise.
Biff brought me over to the bar. "How about a cold one?" he asked.
"No thanks," I replied. "I can't. Not now."
"Say, what's eating you?" he asked. "And where's Janet tonight?"
"She's right over there," I replied. "Talking to your sister."
"You mean Superman?" he asked in amazement.
"That's right," I confirmed. "Only don't let her know I told you, or else..."
"Or else what?" asked Biff.
It was then that I noticed Janet was leading Cheryl into another room. I thought to myself that it was now or never. I had to get that... that... thing of my joint before I went crazy. Then it hit me. Biff and I had seen each other in the raw lots of times in the locker room. I could get him to help me remove Janet's little torture device! Then, we'd see what would happen to Superman!
"Biff, you gotta help me," I said.
"Whatever you need, buddy," he replied. "We're a team, remember."
"Let's go outside," I said. I wanted to be near the window of the room where Janet was doing whatever she was doing to Cheryl. Fortunately, there was a foyer nearby, where Biff could perform his operation without us being seen by anyone, and afterward, I could immediately enter and surprise the two girls and save Cheryl from whatever dastardly deed Janet's jealous heart had thought up for her.
I led Biff outside to the foyer. As we went, Biff asked: "Say, Joe, have you ever wondered which one was the dominant one?"
"Huh?" I asked. "What are you talking about?"
"I mean, between Wonder Girl and Wonder Woman," he continued. "Obviously, they're lesbians, living on that island of no men and all that. But between the two of them, which one was the boss when it came to sex?"
"I, uh, really haven't given it any thought," I replied, somewhat exasperated at such a dumb question.
"Well, I always thought it was Wonder Girl," he continued. "With Wonder Woman being so much more in need of being dominated, since she was bigger, and more mature. It's a psychological thing."
"Uh, I suppose you're right," I said. "OK, here's a good spot. There should be enough light for you to see."
"See?" asked Biff. "See what?"
I turned around and bent over. I told Biff: "Pull down my pants."
"What?!" replied Biff, surprised.
"I said: 'Pull down my pants!'" I whispered, exasperated.
"All right!" he replied, with just a little too much exuberance.
Biff grabbed at the waistband of the silken briefs and slowly pulled. When they were down to where I thought was the right spot, I asked: "Do you see it?"
"Sure.. I mean, see what?" he replied, not sure to what I was referring.
"The note!" I said. "Can you see the slip of paper?"
"Oh," he said. "A note. Yeah, I see it."
"Well, do what it says!" I commanded.
"But I thought you were marrying my sister," protested Biff, as he read the note.
"Never mind that now!" I said. "Just do it!"
"OK," he replied. "You're the captain."
It was then that I felt him enter me. I yelled, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
"I'm doing what the note says," he replied, calmly. "Gee, Joe, if I had known you were this way..."
I couldn't help myself. My penis got hard, and just as I was about to cum, I felt the sacs under my crotch burst. It started to burn, and then... everything went black.
When I came to, I was home. I was still dressed in the Wonder Woman costume, but I was again bound and I could feel a little burning in my crotch, but my appendage was still there. The silken star-spangled briefs were wet. By and by, Janet came out, still dressed as Superman.
"Well, Wonder Woman," she said. "I see you're awake. Did you make a little mess? I told you what would happen if you got aroused. You fainted, you know. Wonder Girl carried you to the car, and I brought you home."
"Are you going to tell me what this is all about?" I demanded, relieved to learn I was still whole. "Will you untie me now? You and I are through. I want to be with Cheryl."
"Oh, Wonder Woman, I wouldn't worry about Supergirl right now," she replied. "She's well on her way by now."
"On her way?" I asked, surprised. "Where is she going?"
"Perhaps this will answer your questions," replied Janet, as she walked to the VCR, inserted a tape, and pressed PLAY.
On the screen was a picture of Biff hunched over me, in the throes of passion. "What is this?" I asked. "So that was a video camera in the suitcase you brought to the party! Are you going to try to blackmail me? You'll never get away with it!"
"Oh no?" replied Janet. "You see, that little item I put on your favorite body part was just a couple of plastic balloons filled with water and a little bit of Ben Gay-and I do mean 'Gay.' I knew they would burst the moment you got -shall we say- 'excited.'"
"What did you do to Biff to get him to rape me?" I asked.
"I didn't have to do anything," she smugly answered. "Biff's been wanting to do you for a long time. I just 'set you up' with him. You did the rest."
"Me? How? I didn't ask him to rape me," I protested.
"You didn't have to," replied Janet. "Even though, deep down, you really wanted to. All he had to do was read and follow the instructions on the note, as you ordered him."
"What did that note say?" I asked.
Janet read from the note: "It says: 'I've always wanted this from you. Fuck me here! Now!' And there's a little heart drawn here, too."
"Me gay? No way!" I protested.
"Way," she replied. "The hard-on that you got during your encounter was proof positive."
I had to admit, Janet was right. I could still feel the "afterglow" from my experience. "But what about Cheryl?" I asked.
"Watch," she replied. "There's more on the tape."
The next scene showed Cheryl laying on the bed in the room Janet had led her into that night, the room overlooking the foyer where Biff and I had our rendezvous. Cheryl was saying: "Oh, Superman, I've always wanted you! Fuck me! Fuck me now!"
Janet, disguised as Superman, replied: "Yes, Supergirl. Only, let me blindfold you first."
"Supergirl" agreed, and Janet stripped to reveal her muscular stature and the strap-on dildo she had worn to give her the bulge in her tights. Janet carefully lifted "Supergirl's" red mini-skirt, pulled aside the thin piece of blue spandex covering her pussy, and proceeded to fuck Cheryl forty-seven ways until Sunday, after which she again donned the Superman costume to resume her disguise. After she removed Cheryl's blindfold, she and Cheryl smoked cigarettes.
"That was wonderful, Superman," said Cheryl. "But why did you want to put it on video tape?"
"Because I wanted something to remember you by," replied Janet. "I'm going home soon, and I won't be seeing you again. Besides, you're getting married to Joe."
"You mean Wonder Woman?" asked Cheryl. "Not now, now that I've found out he's not a real man, I mean not like you."
"You mean you'd leave him for me?" asked Janet, continuing the pillow talk.
"Oh, yes!" replied Cheryl. "You're a Superman in every sense of the word!"
"But you don't even know me," said Janet. "You don't even know what I do for a living."
"Yes I do," protested Cheryl. "You're Paul, and you're from Cincinnati. As for what you do for a living... Well, exactly what is it you do?"
"Well," replied Janet, "I'm not really from Cincinnati. I'm from Nevada."
"Oh! Nevada!" replied Cheryl. "How exciting! Do you work in a casino?"
"No," replied Janet, "I'm sort of a recruiter."
"Recruiter?" asked Cheryl. "For what?"
"For the legal cat houses in Nevada," replied Janet. "I recruit prostitutes."
"How interesting!" replied Cheryl, again with altogether too much enthusiasm. Then, with a coy smile, Cheryl asked: "Did I pass the entrance exam?"
"With flying colors!" said Janet, with her own high level of eagerness.
"Wonderful!" said Cheryl. "I've always wanted to get paid for doing what I do so often! You know, that Joe thinks I'm still a virgin! What a sap!"
My heart sank at Cheryl's declaration. "When do I leave?" she asked.
"Right away," replied Janet. "As soon as you can pack. Now, to avoid any legal problems, you'll have to buy your own ticket, and I can't escort you directly there. Do you have enough money?"
"I will," replied Cheryl, "as soon as I can hock this engagement ring Joe gave me. It's worth thousands!"
"Well, just don't forget your costume, Supergirl," instructed Janet. "As a matter of fact, why don't you just wear it to the ranch, underneath some street clothes. Then you can reveal yourself to the manager, and he'll get a look at you at your best."
With that, Janet handed Cheryl a piece of paper with the addresses of several Nevada whorehouses on it, and Cheryl rushed to pack.
Feeling totally betrayed, I wept. My overly promiscuous bubbleheaded fiance left me, so I had nowhere to turn but my ex-girlfriend. I realized she was right about me. And from my encounter with Biff, I learned that I no longer had any feelings towards the opposite sex. "What will I do now?" I asked Janet.
"Don't worry, Wonder Woman," replied Janet. "I've got it all worked out."
My professional football career didn't last very long. I was given a release from my contract, and was paid a few million dollars to cushion the blow. It was leaked to the papers that I had sustained a career-ending injury. But the truth was that Janet had threatened to go to the media with the video of my encounter with Biff. Since the team couldn't afford such publicity, they paid off my contract. I immediately turned over all my assets to Janet.
We live in a nice house now, and all is well. I often wear my Wonder Woman costume, and I look really good in it. During the day, or when I'm out in public, I wear a nice blouse and dress over the costume and maintain a "secret identity."
Whenever Janet gets the urge, she'll bring home some man to sleep with, and I leave. Sometimes I see Biff, but we don't have sex, because Janet has forbidden it. Sometimes, Janet gets dressed in her Superman costume, and we pretend she has captured me as Wonder Woman. She then teases me to the point where I am almost ready to ejaculate, but stops just in time so I never achieve release. I am happy to be her slave.