I don't know why I married a panty slave. It's not like I didn't know about James' fetish before I said yes to his marriage proposal. He had been quite up front when we were dating about his desire to be controlled by a strong woman, and the instrument of her control was to be her underwear. He isn't into bondage or spanking or any of the more traditional bdsm fare, although I sometimes incorporate these things into our kinky love making. He also isn't selfish about his fetish; we don't play with my panties all the time.
He brings his mouth close to my panty covered pussy. When I get home I am Ashley bbw to the couch by my man and am served a glass of wine, a flower; usually a rose, but often something else, and a plate of cheese and fruit. How good Taie you to continue your journey of total surrender to Take off your panties slave. His tongue has been all over the garment already, but I hold them to his mouth for one more long lick. Are you sure you don't want slvae show support to your favorite model and send them a tip? As he's working my calf and knee with his mouth, his hands are rolling my stockings down my thigh. My fingers closed on it and began to slowly lift it up over the arm of the chair. I took a breath through my nose; the scent was both overwhelming and intoxicating at the same time. James starts by unzipping my skirt and sliding it down my legs. OK Cancel.
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Much to my delight, an addition had been made. It screamed to me on the screen, highlighted by red arrows and flashing text:. As you can imagine, I was out of my mind with desire to acquire this latest gift from my Mistress. And after listening to them, I knew they were all bargains! As I dropped the letter in my mailbox, I thought about how difficult it would be to wait the weeks the web page advertised as the average delivery period.
About five weeks later I received a package. Anxious to solve the mystery, I rushed into the house to see why the package was so big. As I tore it open, two smaller packages and an envelope fell out onto the counter. I sank down in the chair next to the stereo and opened the envelope.
I was pleasantly surprised to find a perfumed hand-written letter from the Mistress herself. I could already feel myself getting hard as I began to read.
How good of you to continue your journey of total surrender to ME. Now, I want you to follow these steps exactly: First, take off all your clothes and lay down on a bed or soft reclining chair. Make sure to bring the two packages and a tape player. I sprung up out of the chair to retrieve the two packages and my headphones.
Placing them on the chair, I frantically began to tear off my clothes. Within 30 seconds they lay in a chaotic pile on the floor. As the tape began to run, I sat down in the chair, reclined back, and put the headphones over my ears. In a few seconds, a pleasing electronic melody began filtering into my ears. Are you prepared to become totally obedient to my most intimate and omnipotent female scent? Soon it will turn you into the helpless, worthless slave you were born to be.
Just as I began to wonder just how the Mistress was going to pull this off, She began her subtle yet irresistible induction sequence.
Soon my eyelids began to feel really heavy, so much so that I could not keep them open for more than a few seconds at a time. Eventually, they closed completely and stayed that way.
I soon drifted into a pleasant, blissful trance Your eyes are open, but they will look only where my voice directs them. Now, retrieve the other package I sent you. Get it now, slut. Do it Staring blankly, I reached down to get the package, which was leaning up against the side of the chair.
My fingers closed on it and began to slowly lift it up over the arm of the chair. For some reason However, I managed to overcome the strange debilitating sensation and complete the task. Now pull out the contents and discard the package. I slowly drew it from the package, discarding the emptied shell on the floor without a second thought. My eyes fell upon the item I held in my hand.
It was an opaque white plastic bag, heat sealed so that it was airtight. I began to pull the sides of the bag apart. My hands still moved a little slowly, and felt rather weak, but eventually the well-sealed bag began to tear open. My eyes blinked slowly, then came to focus on the contents: a pair of black silken lace panties. I knew you would. Take the panties out and hold them up, in front of you.
The panties were damp, and as I removed them from the bag, I detected a pungent and unmistakably feminine scent. Instinctively, I knew that was where the intense feminine smell emanated from. Make sure you put the wet spot in front right over your nose. My hands fell to my sides after positioning the panties as the Mistress directed. I took a breath through my nose; the scent was both overwhelming and intoxicating at the same time.
I was indeed rock hard. Put your hand on your swollen, hard cock. Now, breathe in through your nose. As you breathe, stroke yourself. Breathe in and stroke. I could feel the pre-cum bubbling up towards the head of my cock. I knew a massive eruption was about to follow close behind. Just as I was anticipating an explosion, the Mistress decided otherwise. Not by a long shot! As you continue to stroke, you find your swollen cock is now growing numb.
It feels like cold.. I could actually feel my rod growing colder! And your cum is frozen inside, trapped inside your poor rock hard ice cold cock.
I was suddenly crestfallen. I was still fully aroused—inhaling the intoxicating scent ensured that—but I had somehow lost all feeling in my rock hard prick. Yes, how about if I just kept your cock as it is right now Would you like that? You want your cock back Maybe you can do something to get control of your cock back. Stop pumping, close your eyes, and listen carefully.
I will help you to get the feeling back in it Now follow my commands to the letter or your cock will always be a Popsicle. After you repeat each sentence verbatim, you may stroke your cock once. If you follow these commands, each stroke will warm your frozen cock one degree. Again I repeated the words I heard and stroked. Slowly, sensation began to return to my rod as I repeated the subsequent statements the Mistress instructed me to utter. Feeling was now returning to my rapidly thawing cock.
I began to feel the pre-cum once again begin poke up near the top of my shaft. Amazingly, as if she could sense this, another command reminded me who was in charge. I repeated the phrase and stroked, feeling a little more pleasure as I did so.
But the pre-cum that moments ago was ready to emerge suddenly seemed corked up at the top of my cock. Now, stroke yourself as you repeat after me Mistress Yvette let out a little teasing laugh after she spoke these latest words. She was like a cat toying with a pitiful little mouse just before the kill. As the last word left my lips, my stopped-up cum suddenly exploded from the tip of my shaft. Hot jism covered most of my belly, my upper legs, and the chair.
I wondered if any cum was left in my balls or if I had shot my entire lifetime supply in one fell swoop. Now rest and listen to the peaceful sound of my voice My eyes snapped open the next morning as my clock radio alarm buzzed loudly. It was going to be a great day.
Once he finds the spot between my legs that he likes, he is required to spend the next several minutes kissing my ass all over my panties. He wraps his arms around me, and mutters his thanks into my ear. By all accounts I have a nice rear and he loves to pinch me, give me little spanks, and make inappropriate comments all the time. Most Relevant. I make him wear bikinis too, and they are always very feminine, in chick colors like pink or pearl or teal, with lacy trim or girly patterns. His eyes find mine and I wait for him to do what he's supposed to do, we've done this too many times for me to have to command him.
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How I Became a Panty Slave
I don't know why I married a panty slave. It's not like I didn't know about James' fetish before I said yes to his marriage proposal. He had been quite up front when we were dating about his desire to be controlled by a strong woman, and the instrument of her control was to be her underwear.
He isn't into bondage or spanking or any of the more traditional bdsm fare, although I sometimes incorporate these things into our kinky love making. He also isn't selfish about his fetish; we don't play with my panties all the time.
In fact, James told me he would only play if and when I wanted to play. It is part of his need to be controlled, but also his generous way. I assure you, I get all the things I like in the bedroom on a much more frequent basis than he gets to enjoy his little predilection. When I am in a mood to be kinky, to be in control of my man, and to give him what he craves; I don't have to say anything, in fact I can't say anything. To verbalize it ahead of time is even to this day too awkward for me.
Instead, I slip a pair of my panties in his gym bag, or his brief case, or dangle them from the rearview mirror of his car before he leaves for work in the morning. This way at some point in the day he finds out that he is going to have it his way when he comes home.
James isn't a cross dresser, but upon finding my panties, he is supposed to take the first opportunity to put them on under his suit pants. I always leave him something silky or satiny. He loves the feel of the slippery material on his gorgeous cock, and hugging his buttocks. He likes me to wear bikinis, not the thongs that most men want to see on their women.
I make him wear bikinis too, and they are always very feminine, in chick colors like pink or pearl or teal, with lacy trim or girly patterns. James is in shape; his muscular thighs and hips stretch the panties out, and form a tight silky prison for his cock. He says he stays hard all day when he wears my underwear. I've never known him to lie to me. One day I even made a point of meeting him for lunch and inspected his panty encased dick, he was quite erect, of course that could have been because I made him show me in the elevator on the way down to the lobby of his office building.
James gets home from work before I do. On days when he has something frilly of mine on, he strips down to his panties and spends the hour he has to wait for me doing house chores. He works hard to allow us to have all the play time we will need that night.
When I get home I am led to the couch by my man and am served a glass of wine, a flower; usually a rose, but often something else, and a plate of cheese and fruit.
James has been hungry for me all day, and cannot wait for a traditional dinner and the usual end of day unwinding. The wine is to relax me, the rose is to thank me and the cheese and fruit are to restore my strength so I can ravage him.
And I do. When I've sipped my wine, and smelled my rose, and sampled my cheese; I feed the final morsel to my love and whisper in his ear. I have only to point at the floor and James drops to his knees at my feet.
I pull back the hem of my skirt, slowly, teasingly. I usually wear thigh high stockings on these days, the only day I dare. I'm typically more conservative, but I must admit feeling turned on in my flirty skirt and sexy lingerie during the day; imagining what I'm going to do to my kinky little lover later that evening. When I've pulled back the skirt far enough to reveal my stocking tops and the first hint of bare thigh I stop. James leans over and kisses my stocking tops.
The sensation of his lips caressing the spot where the stockings end and my bare leg begins is exquisite. His kisses are punctuated with little licks and nibbles here and there. The good news for both of us is that by this time I am one creamy chick. My arousal is such that I can continue with our sexy play with little in the way of inhibition, and he is about to get sex the way he loves it the most.
I pull my skirt back a little more, and encourage him to kiss my exposed skin. It is at this point that sometimes I blindfold him, denying him the look up my skirt that he is craving. Sometimes I make him stop altogether and pour me another glass of wine, prolonging his agony. And sometimes I just pull my skirt all the way back and show James my panties. His eyes become fixated on them. He's mesmerized by the way they curve over my mound.
His eyes scan over every part of my underwear, and my body. Typically there is evidence of my arousal in the crotch of my panties, eventually his wandering eyes find this damp spot and lock on. This is my cue to spread my legs a little wider and encourage him to come closer to the object of his desire. He brings his mouth close to my panty covered pussy.
It's almost like telling a child to eat his vegetables before desert, except my man loves his vegetables. His mouth finds the soft spot on my inner thigh, right below the leg opening of my panties.
He licks and kisses this spot with care not to get carried away and taste the for now forbidden fruit. Were I not so aroused, I'd be giggling from being tickled in this sensitive spot. Because I am aroused, a moan escapes my mouth, a little wetness escapes my sex. He works his lips, tongue and teeth back down my inner thigh to my stocking top, then switches legs and works from the stocking top back up to my panties.
His eyes tear themselves away from my still covered pussy, just long enough to lock with my eyes and silently plead for what he wants. I make him wait. I love the way his blue eyes stare up at me from between my thighs, filled with pure desire. Once I give permission, it will be a while before I see them again.
A smile creeps across my face as the moment extends just past comfortable. The feeling of the pressure of his mouth and the silkiness of my panties is divine. It is in this moment that I understand him and his kink, everything about the moment is pure sex. He devours me, pulling my juices through my panties and onto his tongue, and I give him plenty to lick up.
He is mindful of my clit and spends lots of time giving this part of my sex plenty of attention through the panties. Occasionally for variety sake he returns to my thighs or kisses my pelvic bone and hips, right above the waistband, but always returns quickly to my pantied pussy. He is not allowed to use his hands during this time, and he struggles with balance and keeping my legs where he wants them. He once complained, saying he could please me much more if his hands were in play. I told him he pleases me without them, and he is to do as I say.
He likes it when I am in charge. I like that I can essentially handcuff him without the need for handcuffs. It usually doesn't take him long to make me cum right there in my panties; gyrating against his mouth as I moan in ecstasy from his efforts. I usually put my hand on the back of his head and pull him into me while I orgasm. He tells me he loves the power of this position, his goddess pulling him to her while she writhes in pleasure.
I'm always a little nervous I'm going to suffocate my husband in my cunt. Which I think would make a funny headline. He stays between my thighs as I come down from my peak arousal, nuzzling my panties, but not daring to press too hard against my overly stimulated sex. When I've recovered enough to make my words come out right I command him to look at me. His eyes find mine and I wait for him to do what he's supposed to do, we've done this too many times for me to have to command him.
It never takes him too long to remember. It's quite a dominant feeling to be both the recipient of the orgasm, and then get thanked for allowing the man to give it to me.
Take me to the bedroom. He grins and stands. His dick isn't very hard in his panties. I take it as another sign of his devotion. He was so into my orgasm, he forgot about his own cock.
He reaches out his hand and I take it. He helps me up from the couch and my skirt falls back into place. I feel extra naughty in my soaked panties as he guides me down the hall to our bedroom. Once there I find everything is the way it's supposed to be.
The bed is made It wasn't when we left for work that morning , all the clothes are picked up, candles provide the only light the room. We have refined this to the point where a lot of talking isn't really needed. James starts by unzipping my skirt and sliding it down my legs.
Once I've stepped out of the skirt, he folds it and puts it on the dresser. In subservient mode, he respects not only me, but anything that is mine.
Next he takes my hand and guides me to the chest that sits at the foot of our bed. I take a seat and watch my man as he dutifully unbuttons my blouse and gently slides it off my shoulders.
Again, he carefully folds my blouse and places it with my skirt. James returns to me to take my bra. He loves my tits, and he gazes longingly at them as they are revealed to him.