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Lex Luthor’s Girlfriend, Jimmy Olsen
Groomed to be a Slut!
by Mistress Tawny Suede
Chapter 3 Grooming
It was more than a week before Jimmy saw Mrs. Bascombe again, although she did call him on the phone each evening to check on him, to make sure he was obeying orders.
During the daytime he was wearing silk panties of one colour or another. It was strange to be covering various news stories with either Lois or Clark and being constantly aware of the feeling of the panties on his cock. He admitted to himself that he had made several mistakes and had to be given the same instructions several times. Both of his senior colleagues were exasperated with him at times, and he even got called into Perry White’s office for a lecture about diligence. And yet, while he was being bawled out, he had an erection and was leaving pre cum stains in his panties.
Each evening at home, he was required to change out of his day clothes and put on fresh panties and a bra and a slip. Mrs. Bascombe insisted that he wear these around his apartment the entire evening in addition to shoes with two inch heels. He had to practise putting on makeup and then take a picture of himself in the mirror, looking as pretty as he could, with an instant camera. Then each morning once he was back looking like a boy, he had to divert on his way to work to her house and drop off an envelope with the previous night’s picture, to prove he had followed instructions.
He even had to take pictures at the office, in the washroom mirror to show he was wearing panties at the office. He had to pick his timing carefully since it was a large office and a large washroom and so was fairly constantly busy.
But as the days passed and there was no new word from the dominating woman, he started to wonder why he was doing this. Why was she toying with him. Why was she playing with him. Why had she bought all those girl’s clothing for him and kept them at her place if she was not going to invite him over again.
So he missed a day taking photos and dropping them off. There was an instant response. It was late morning at the office when an envelope arrived at his desk. No return address. Inside were two smaller envelopes. One said on the outside, “Open me first.” He tore it open and the contents spilled onto his desk. He quickly scooped them up and shoved them in his drawer before anyone saw them.
When no one was looking he opened his drawer. There were three envelopes, unsealed. They were addressed to Lois, Clark and Mr. White. There was an accompanying note which said, “Next time you miss a day, I will put these in the mail.” Inside the three envelopes were copies of the instant pictures Jimmy had taken of himself dressed in feminine clothing.” Oh my god, thought Jimmy, she’ll tell everyone!
The second large envelope had several photos and a brief note which said, “A few more days and this can be yours, sweet girl!” One photo was of Mrs. Bascombe standing in leather clothing, looking stern and with a hand written note saying, “Obey your mistress!”
In the next Mrs. Bascombe was nude, sitting on a chair with her legs spread wide with a note, “You belong between my knees!”
A third showed Mrs. Bascombe being fucked by a very large black man with a very large cock. Her face showed her ecstasy. No note, but the message was clear. She definitely preferred large cocks to his measly offering.
The last photo was similar to the second, Mrs. Bascombe on a chair with her legs spread wide. But this time she was covered in sweat and her hair was messed. Her pussy was spread wider and there was cum leaking out of it. “Clean me up, girl!” was the note.
There was a final note. “Tonight you will cum in your panties while looking at these pictures. Include a photo of you wearing your messy panties in tomorrow’s package!”
At the end of the day Jimmy made sure that he did not forget the envelopes and photos when he went home. He definitely did not want anyone finding them.
At home Jimmy obeyed orders and made a gooey mess in his panties. To do so, he put on the panties and bra and even some stockings and some lipstick, then stood in front of his mirror and wanked as he looked at himself in the mirror. He was a boy. A man. But he did look y!
When he came, he spread the cum around so that there was a sizable wet spot and then he took the required photo. But when he looked at it, he wasn’t happy, so he posed a bit more ily, his bum pushed back a bit and blowing a kiss at the camera. Much better he thought. Mrs. Bascombe would be pleased and he did need to keep her happy. So that she would not send his photos to his friends, or course. Though he did want to fuck her again.
He did not miss any days again. He could not risk Mrs. Bascombe sending the photos to Lois or Clark or his boss and having them think he was some kind of pervert. And dressing up had started to become exciting. He was now always hard in his panties when practising putting on makeup.
Late in the week, life took a different exciting turn when he accompanied Lois and Clark on an assignment and they had tried to interview Lex Luthor in his office. They had managed to wangle their way past three secretaries and into his office briefly, but before they could even say anything, there were seven armed security men surrounding them. Lois had tried to ask questions, but Luthor just smiled and said “No Comment.” Jimmy could see that Clark was almost burning inside wanting to grab Luthor and shake him.
As the security men escorted them out, Luthor had looked directly at Jimmy, smiled and then asked him to stay behind for a moment. Lois looked at Lex, then at Jimmy, then told Jimmy to be careful. As Lois and Clark were escorted out she told Jimmy to make his own way back to the office as the two senior reporters were in a hurry.
Left alone with the powerful business man, Jimmy found himself both terrified and strangely excited.
“I just wanted to get another look at you,” Luthor said as he walked around Jimmy slowly. “Yes you will do very fine.”
“For what,” Jimmy asked nervously.
Luthor gave a sinister. “I just wanted to separate you from your friends for a couple minutes. I really wouldn’t want anything to happen to you right now.”
Jimmy later learned that shortly after Lois and Clark left, their car was bumped from behind on a bridge so forcefully that it teetered on the edge, threatening to fall into the river. Other cars stopped and people gawked as somehow Clark had fallen out of the car, seemingly to his death. Moments later Superman had flown in and lifted the car to safety, setting it down on the road below. Jimmy had met Superman several times already, but he wished he had been there to meet the Man of Steel again, even if he would have been in danger.
Shortly after Superman flew off, Clark Kent had walked out of the brush and woods at the side of the road. Apparently the trees had broken his fall and he had survived!
The next day Jimmy dropped off his envelope at Mrs. Bascombe’s house as usual and later in the day was overjoyed to receive a phone call from her. She simply said that she would pick him up outside the Daily Planet on Friday promptly at 5 pm. But in addition to his panties, he was to be wearing a bra and lipstick when she picked him up!
The panties were no problem, since he was now wearing those to work every day. He doubted that anyone noticed the panty line under his pants, but he did notice odd looks and giggles from a couple of secretaries from time to time. At four thirty he went to a supply closet and hoped no one would walk in while had took off his shirt, put on a bra, put his shirt back on and also his green plaid sports jacket. It was the end of the day and he doubted anyone would notice. At least he hoped not.
At five pm he was outside on a very crowded sidewalk as office workers made their way home, or to the various bars in the area. He had a lipstick case hidden in one hand and was eagerly looking down the wide street. When he finally spotted Mrs. Bascombe’s red convertible making its way towards him in the slow traffic, he hid as best he could at the corner of the building and put on the lipstick and then hurried to the car just as it pulled up.
“Very nice, sweetie. But not great. You should always carry a compact so you can check your lipstick and makeup in the mirror! From now on, you need to prove each day that you are carrying your compact!” Then she took her cigarette out of her mouth, leaned over and kissed him. And he kissed her eagerly and hungrily, tasting the tobacco on her breath.
“From now on, you never kiss me unless you are wearing lipstick. A girl should always be wearing lipstick.”
“But I’m not…” a girl, he was about to say. But he stopped himself. He would do anything, say anything, to keep her attention.
When they got to Mrs. Bascombe’s house she patted him on the tush and told him to go up to his room. They needed to get ready to go out. He did not pay attention to the last part. “My room?” he asked.
“Top of the stairs. Second room on the right! I’ll be up in a minute to help you get ready.” She kissed him on the cheek and his cheek burned. And his dick rose. God he really wanted to fuck this woman again.
He found the room. It was a small bedroom, nothing out of the ordinary about it. A large bed, dresser, makeup table. But when he looked in the closet and the drawers he discovered all of the girl clothing that Mrs. Bascombe had bought for him the previous week with the money that Lex Luthor had left behind to replace the clothing that had been ruined when his limousine splashed him with the puddle.
“We are going out tonight, to dinner.” Felicity Bascombe said as she entered the room. Jimmy stared at the beautiful older woman, who was wearing only her undergarments brat, panties, hose and heels. “I’m pleased to see you still find me attractive.” she smirked as she lightly grasped his rigid prick in his pants. “We’ll deal with this later!” she said.
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