Michael was in jeans and a t-shirt when I came in.

“I’m heading straight to the cabin when we’re done. My trades are finished and there’s a lake with a boat waiting for me.”

We made the calls. They’d be here Tuesday. Michael shuffled me out and he jumped in his truck and sped off.

That gave me the rest of the day.

On the way to the mall, I ran through dinner ideas. I should just order take out. It would be better than my cooking anyway. Ah! Why did I say yes? The way she asked questions was all the time an order. I couldn’t say no. And I didn’t want to say no. I needed to be a better cook anyway. I was tired of take out. Yeah, cooking was a good idea.

I got a coffee at the cafe in Barnes and Noble and browsed through the technical books. Living close to the Monster, the books were mostly on programming and Internet stuff. The clerk was happy to help search for any books on CommodiTrade. We found one that was available at a store across town and they could hold it for me.

This was good. I’d have some better knowledge for Michael when we set it up.

The recipe section took a full aisle and I got a little overwhelmed. One book popped out though: a beginner’s guide to cooking. There were dozens of easy to make recipes and full meals for the anyone who couldn’t understand what to put together. Like me. White wine goes well with chicken, it said.

I bought the book and kept it open as I shopped at the grocery store next door.

The table was set and I was just putting on my clothes when the door knocked. I wore the thin, vinyl black pants that looked like silk and a black, satin shirt with tight, button cuffs. They clung tightly to my frame. I got hard thinking about what she was wearing. I’d never had fetish sex.

But when I left the bedroom, I found her only in a pair of tight shorts and a tight, torn t-shirt.

“Hi,” I said.

She gave my shirt a light rub. “Looks good.”

“Me or the table?”

“Both.”

“We’ll have to eat on the floor.”

“Naturally.”

She sat down and held out the empty glass. I pulled the bottle of white wine out of the fridge and poured both of us a glass.

“Ch-cheers.” I stuttered.

She clinked glasses and I could see a slight hint of a smile but it quickly passed.

“Okay, slut, let’s have some dinner. I’m starving.”

I took her in jest and grinned.

“We’ll start with a salad, M’lady.”

“Vinaigrette?”

“You’re in luck.”

I set everything on the table. She slowly poked at the greens and let it slide into her mouth. “This is good.” She seemed surprised. “Did you make this yourself?”

“No,” I had to reply. “It came pre-packaged.”

“Oh. Next time it would be nice if you did it all yourself.”

I nodded. What an odd thing to say.

“I did make the vinaigrette though.”

“Good job.”

We moved on to the rest of the dinner. Occasionally she would reach around and rub her hand on my leg. I was in heaven. Maybe something would happen tonight. If it did, it would all be worth it. Her breasts were fuller, rounder in that tight t-shirt.

“This is good, Jason. Very good. Tell me it wasn’t frozen.”

“Nope. That I did on my own. But it was pretty straightforward.”

“What’s for dessert?”

I stood up and took the plates into the kitchen and rushed back to fill her glass with more wine.

Then I pulled two slices of cheesecake from the fridge.

“Oooh, with chocolate.”

“I didn’t make this.”

Her lips embraced each bite. A drop of chocolate rested on her upper lip. She licked it away. “I don’t expect you to make cheese cake.” Another bite. “At least not right away.”

Her comments cut any pride I had with the dinner. I felt about an inch tall.

“I see you got a TV.”

“Yeah. I need to catch up on American TV.”

“X-Files is on in about ten minutes.”

“I heard about that show.”

“Clean up then join me.”

I bustled to clean up the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. Once the kitchen was clean, I brought the bottle out and sat next to her.

I’d never seen the X-Files, but Rebecca explained it to me. Since it was summer, it was a repeat, and she had seen it before.

“I can’t sit cross-legged and watch the show. Can I lean against you?”

“Sure.”

She slipped onto her knees and rubbed my shirt. Gently she pushed me to the floor.

“How about you lay on your side and I lean up against you.”

Another command question she liked so much.

I got on my side, the latex hugging me as I moved. I kept getting hard.

Once she leaned against my chest, her hair fell back across my back and the heady, Jasmine scent overcame me. I rested on my elbow and tried to focus on the show.

“Okay, Mulder is the guy, and he’s an emotional basket case. The gorgeous redhead is Scully. She’s the voice of reason. I like how they turned the tables on stereotypes.”

“That’s interesting.”

“Don’t squirm.”

I tried to still myself. She ran a hand along my thigh, but never getting close to my cock.

“I like how you feel.”

“I’m glad.”

“Shhh, this is an important scene.”

We stayed quiet through the rest of the show. She got up once to use the bathroom and I took a moment to stretch. I wondered it was crucial to be back on my side before she came back though. But before that, I poured the rest of the wine in her glass and set it on the counter.

“The wine there is for you.”

“Thanks.”

She leaned back against me, swirling the glass as we watched. She spread her legs and set the glass close to her pussy, running her finger along the rim. She flexed her toes. The nails were painted red.

I liked the show but couldn’t concentrate. And I wasn’t allowed to fidget. My eyes bounced from the TV to the wine glass. Did I see another hint of a smile?

She shut off the TV with a finality and slid around. With our noses touching, her green eyes watched me.

“Did you like it?”

“Yeah. It was good. I’ll watch it again.”

“You fetish freaks are all science fiction nerds.”

“I guess so.”

She leaned in a hint more and her lips brushed mine. I let out a gasp.

“Bashful?”

I leaned in and kissed her hard. She pulled away. “Don’t be so eager,” and gently slapped my cheek.

“Sorry.”

She pushed me down so I was on my back and she spread her legs right over my cock. She had to have felt it.

She ran her hands along my shirt. “I like the slick feel. And you look good in it.”

I grabbed her hips but she pushed them away. “No. Okay?”

“Okay.”

She closed her eyes and slid up my cock, which was trying to get loose from the pants.

“I feel you, so hard. Mmmm, so hard.”

She leaned forward, her hair sliding over her shoulder and tickling my face. Her fingernails circled my nipples. Oh, the slick fabric on my nipples felt so good.

“Did you have any girlfriends in Korea?”

“Yeah, just one. We dated for a year.”

“Did she know about your little pervy kink?”

“No, she wouldn’t like it, so I never told her.”

“You wouldn’t have told me either if I didn’t catch you like that.”

“No, never.”

“Just your dirty little secret, huh?”

“Not so secret now though. I like that you know and you accept it.”

She slid across my cock, rocking and pumping her thighs against my hips, like she was riding me.

I kept my hands to the side and just watched her. After a few more rocks, she pulled off her shirt and fondled her bare breasts, completely oblivious to me.

“Oh, this is nice. Mmmmm, I like this.”

She stood up and ripped off her shorts. She didn’t have any panties on and I stared at her trimmed pussy. “Oh! Wow! You’re beautiful!”

She slid back across my crotch while squeezing her breasts hard.

“Mmmmmm, I like the feel of this. I like your cock tucked away like that. Don’t you like it too?”

“I want to be inside!”

“Shhhh, tell me you like me riding your cock like this.”

She pushed my arms against my side and pinned them between her legs and slowly slid, front and back. Her scent got stronger and I watched her fuck me. I was getting worked up too as the latex ran across my cock. “I’m feeling it.”

She fell onto my chest. Sharp fingernails dug through the fabric into my nipples.

“Uhhhgg! That hurts.”

“Quiet.”

Her rocking quickened and she squeezed my nipples harder, the fingernails digging right at the tip of my nipples. I clenched my teeth.

“Oh!”

Her body rocked in spasms while I lay pinned on my back and her sharp, razor-like fingernails dug into my nipples that she had so expertly aroused just minutes before.

A yelp, feral and high pitched escaped those full lips. Suddenly she seemed so timid and weak.

“Oh, that was good.”

She gave me a sensuous kiss, brushing her lips across my own with a quick swirl of the tongue inside of my mouth.

She stood up and put on her shorts.

Wait. Was that it?

My face must have looked shocked because she answered it.

“I’m finished.”

I lay confused. Ten minutes ago I wondered I was gonna have sex.

“Do me a favor, okay?”

I just stupidly sat up.

Go to bed tonight dressed just like that.

“Why?”

She held out her hand and I took it.

“C’mon.”

I followed her to the bedroom. She patted the bed. “C’mon, lie down.”

“I can’t.”

“I want you to.”

“I can’t sleep like this. I need a shower first, and it’s warm out. I’ll probably sweat.”

She stroked my leg.

“Lay in your perverted clothes and embrace your fetish.”

“No, this is too weird.”

“You like your fetish. Embrace it.”

“But I want you here with me.”

“I’ll be in your mind. And pinching your nipples.”

She unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. “See how hard it is? This is what you want.”

“I want you.”

“I want you to do this, Jason. Lay in your clothes tonight. And don’t cum.”

“WHY???”

“You can do this for me… babe.”

Just calling me a pet name made me fuzzy headed.

She stood up and slipped out the door.

I whimpered, but lay down.

I circled my nipples, already sore.

I stared at the ceiling, rubbing myself. It wouldn’t be so hard if I was able to cum. I ran a finger along the zipper and the pants were wet. I slid the fingertip along the wetness and touched her juices onto my tongue. It tasted dark. And wild. Her Jasmine perfume lingered on my shirt.

It was gonna be a long night.

“Good morning!”

Rebecca stood over me with a cup of coffee. She wore a pink, silk robe with a floral pattern. She took a sip from the cup and gave me a giant grin.

“You did it! I’m impressed!”

I must have finally fallen asleep but the night had been miserable.

She felt my cock in the pants.

“Still hard. Good boy.”

I sat up and rubbed very dry eyes. “I didn’t sleep at all.”

“I didn’t say you should sleep. I just said to lie in your clothes.”

“I did that. But I don’t know why.”

“I think you know why, Jason. I think it’s something you’ve always wanted to do. You’re a closet fetishist and you need this for some reason.”

“I just like the way the clothes look and feel.”

She took another sip. The coffee smelled good. “Can I have a sip?”

“There’s some on the counter. I thought I’d make you some after such a nice dinner.”

“Thanks.”

A cup was waiting for me. Rebecca had slid up behind me and was running her hands along my waist and hips. She swatted my ass.

“I think you should cum now.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, I need to cum.”

“But here’s how I want you to cum.”

She pointed to the floor. I want you to hump the floor until you cum.”

I shook my head. “No, no, just no. I’m not gonna do that. I’ll jerk off instead. If you’re not gonna fuck me, I’ll jerk off instead.”

She shrugged. “Enjoy your fetish without me.”

“Fine.”

With one arm fondling her breast, she sipped the coffee. “You really want to lose this?”

“I never got it anyway.”

With an arch of her eyebrow, she turned and left.

That girl was crazy. Why did I let her make me sleep all night in these clothes? What was she doing to me?

I pulled out my cock and started to stroke. It felt amazing. All night with it rubbing against those pants, hard and soft, hard and soft. She was right. I really wanted to sleep in these clothes. I wanted to wear them everywhere. She knew exactly what I needed.

But she was bossy. And a tease.

I leaned against the bathroom wall and watched myself in the mirror, watching light shimmer off the fabric. One hand stroked slowly while the other ran across my chest, then the pants.

Slick and shiny.

I circled a nipple and felt a lingering burn from the night before.

But I knew the moment I came I’d feel the same, let down feeling. And I knew what I was missing was being with someone else.

It’s no fun on your own.

It was weird. Everything was weird about last night. But it was with someone who didn’t mind my fetish. Was it worth being bossed around like that? It wasn’t so bad. I got to be with her and embrace my fetish, just like she said.

I stared at myself in the mirror, then laughed. “You win, Rebecca.”

She grinned when she saw me.

“You’ll do it?”

“Yes,” I nodded. “I’ll do it.”

She followed me back to my place. Fortunately nobody saw me in the half minute I was outside.

She sat down.

“Go ahead, babe, hump the floor for me.”

I couldn’t figure out what she had planned, but after twelve hours of being aroused, I got on all fours, then lowered my body face down.

She wiggled closer, her pussy an inch from my face.

“Go ahead. Arms to your side.”

With just the force of my hips, I fucked the floor. My cock slipped against a wetness. I must have oozed precum in my sleep.

“Yeah, that’s it babe. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I’m thinking of you, being inside of you.”

She whimpered.

“Tell me more.”

“I’m fucking you hard.”

“Am I pinching your nipples?”

That made my balls ache. A hunger grew inside. “Oh… Pinching my nipples.”

“Mmmmm, are your hands tied?”

“Yes. Yes, my hands are tied.”

“Put them on your back.”

I threw them on my back. It felt so right.

She gasped. “Your hands are tied and your nipples burn from the pain.”

I pounded the floor. My face ran across the carpet, burning my forehead.

“Yes! It hurts.”

She shuddered. “Give me your cum.”

Suddenly I exploded. The world disappeared and all I felt was the latex wrapped around me. I couldn’t move.

A minute or two must have passed. Her quick breathing slowed.

A finger lifted up my chin and she smiled softly.

“Good boy. Stay there awhile.”

She stood up. “You won’t see me till Friday.”

I nodded into the floor.

“You’ll need the time to work with Michael anyway.”

A soft kiss graced the back of my neck.