Good morning everyone!
And I do mean everyone, gurls and girls as well as bois and boys! All are welcome here.
It's Saturday, so I'm turning The Sissy Bedtime Reader over to Nancy, with her erotically charged story of chastity of a different kind...
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When I returned home from shopping, I expected Kelly
to at least greet me and offer me some reassurance. I could have used it after
leaving Madeline’s Intimate Apparel counter with her parting comment ringing in
my ears, “I’m sure Kelly will be much happier with … things under control.”Instead,
I found this note on the kitchen counter: “Cut all the tags off your panties
and your control garments. Arrange them neatly on the bed. I have Zoom calls.
Don’t disturb. Talk later to review your rules.”
The door to the home office was closed. I heard
voices. Crap! I had work to do, too, and my laptop was in there. Oh well. I got
a scissors and went into the bedroom. The top dresser drawer where I kept my
boxers was pulled halfway open. I peered inside. Empty. Oh oh!
I cut off the tags from the dozen panties, three
girdle briefs, and two high-waisted shapers, dumped everything in a pile, and
slumped onto the bed to wait, unable to shake images of Madeline and her gorgeous
assistant from my mind. Somehow, Madeline’s buxom bosom came into my mind each
time I closed my eyes and her words that “no woman would want” a man with a
problem with control. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew I
was startled by Kelly’s voice.
Kelly: “I
asked you to arrange your new things nicely.” Her tone was stern, irritated.“You
will learn not only to do what I say when I say it, but how to take appropriate
care of feminine things.” She stood at the foot of the bed, hands on her hips.
“Naked. Now. Everything off.”
Me:
(Hesitating) “Kelly, I, …”
Kelly: “Not
a discussion. Now!” She picked up a pair of the Vanity Fair panties, pink. “These
will do for starters.” She unzipped her jeans, slid them down and stepped out
of them, slipped her top off over her head, exposing the animal print bra and
panty set that she knew gave me fits. She gave me a dismissive look, went to
her side of the bed, pulled back the covers, laid back, and watched me.
Me: “Do I
have to? Really, Kelly, panties?” I saw in her eyes that she meant business. I
didn’t ask again, grabbeda pink pair from the pile, andsat on the end of the
bed to put them on.
Kelly:“Stand,I
want to see…”
Me: I jumped up, fingering the fabric of the panties … so … silky, shiny. Such a bright pink
… so, so … girly! My hands trembled. I lifted one foot and stepped into them,
the wide white gusset between the bright pink panels…. I lifted my other foot.
My penis tingled, began to grow. I wanted to stop it but couldn’t. I slid them
up as quickly as I could, let them hang loose, baggy below my navel, hoped she
didn’t notice my erection. … She did.
Kelly: “That
will never do. Get over here.” When I was standing by her bedside, she grabbed
the waist band and yanked them up, pulled them up as far as they would go, the
silky nylon caressed my penis and caused an unsolicited twitching. I looked
down to see it entirely outlined in pink. She pointed, laughed. “Don’t pretend
you don’t like these, Tom. Your penis does not lie.”
Me: (Of
course she was right, but now she saw proof, rock hard proof!) I had jerked off
wearing her panties before, but this was different. These were mine; I had
bought them for me, bought them with Madeline’s help … and Kelly knew that of
course. “It’s just, it’s, I’m thinking of you in your bra and panties…”
Kelly:Her
eyes flashing with anger. “Another lie, Tom, and you want to tell me that your
little penis just hates being inside those pretty pink panties?” She leaned
across the bed, picked up one of the high-waisted girdles, a piece of “heavy
armor” as Madeline had called them. “You will pay a price for lying, Tom.” She
handed me the white garment. “This is what you will wear while you service me,
and I finish telling you about your rules.”
Me:
Chagrined, frightened, and full of regret for my foolishness, felt my erection
shrivel in shame as I struggled to pull on the tight girdle.
Kelly:
“Point your little wee-wee down before you pull the girdle up over your
panties. That way if you swell again while you are worshiping me you will not
have an accident.”
Me: Once I
finally got everything situated to her satisfaction and she directed me between
her legs. I reveled in her marvelous feminine scent. She put her hand on the
back of my head and pulled me into her, head my nose in her crotch for several
moments.
Kelly: “Before
you take off my panties and begin to worship, I want to remind you of
something, Tom, your penis is worthless to me. It is small and unable to bring
me to orgasm. You are a premature ejaculator. Many men would love to fuck me.
Do not take me for granted.”
Me: “I, I,
ah…”
Kelly: “Not
a word, not one! If you speak, you are out of my bed. You will acknowledge your
acceptance of my rules with enthusiastic use of your tongue. Now remove my
panties and assume your position of worship.
“Rule One: No more male underwear. You will wear only
panties of my or Madeline’s choosing.” (I licked her pussy to show that I
understood.)
“Rule Two: My scent must be earned, not stolen. You
are not to touch my soiled panties without my permission.” (I lapped my
acknowledgement)
“Three: Absolutely No Wanking: There will be twice
daily honesty reports and I will evaluate how long it takes you to get hard at
those times.”(I licked vigorously to show that I understood.
“Four: You will wear a girdle whenever you worship my
pussy to avoid any accidents. If you have been a good boy, followed the rules,
worn your panties without complaint, I will consider when to allow you to have
your little messes in your panties. (I licked and lapped as enthusiastically as
I could.)
“Now continue eating me until I am completely
satisfied. Tonight is all about me. You have taken way too many liberties with that childish
masturbation of your selfish penis. You will learn to stay under control in
your girdles so that you properly maintain focus on me.”
Me:I did as
I was told, focused on worshiping her pussy like she deserved, totally engulfed
by her scent, filled with the taste of her, secure in the knowledge that she
was right to take control. I needed her, was so lucky to have her. Maybe if I
was a good husband, she would let me have an “accident” in my panties.
