💾 Archived View for tilde.pink › ~nifty › tv › nancys_panty_slave.gmi captured on 2024-05-10 at 13:25:00. Gemini links have been rewritten to link to archived content
-=-=-=-=-=-=-
From: adietrech@aol.com (A Dietrech)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Story: Nancy's Panty Slave 1/3 (TG, femdom)
Date: 3 Dec 1994 09:25:09 -0500
NANCY'S PANTY SLAVE
I never considered myself an especially aggressive woman, but in
the past few months I've discovered the joys of feminine domina-
tion by training my boyfriend to be my own personal maidservant!
Ronnie is the most servile, most submissive maid a girl could
want. No order is too difficult; no whim too small for him to
carry out immediately. He hangs on my every word, eager to obey
my every command. He is my utter slave and he loves every second
of it!
You see, Ronnie has a serious panty fetish, which I put to good
use in controlling him. His lust for them seems to know no limit.
How desperately he craves perversion with my soiled panties. More
than anything else he loves to sniff and lick my secretions out
of them. It gets him so excited... you should see it!
Ronnie will endure any humiliation; submit to any degradation as
long as he gets to lick my panties at the end of it. I make him
earn the privilege dearly, believe me!
Ronnie wants to live with me and be my full-time maid, but I
think having him underfoot all the time would cramp my style.
After all, a girl has to have some privacy! Instead, I have him
come in three times a week to clean the apartment and tend to any
other chores I might have in mind for him. Weekends are reserved
for entertaining.
On weeknights Ronnie appears at my door at the appointed time
like clockwork. Not too early, not too late... right on time.
Ronnie knows there are severe punishments for keeping his Mis-
tress waiting or surprising me when he's not expected! I've only
had to correct him once. Believe me, he was never late again!
The first thing I have Ronnie do is strip off his outer clothes
and kneel before his Mistress so I can inspect the lingerie he's
wearing underneath. Whenever he is out of my sight Ronnie has
standing orders to wear panties, a garter belt and stockings
under his trousers.
I know wearing panties must make it difficult for Ronnie to
concentrate on his work. He must get very excited as his cock
slides back and forth inside his silky panties, but that's just
the way I want it. It keeps his mind on his Mistress when I'm not
around to keep an eye on him.
I would make Ronnie wear a TV training bra too, but it be diffi-
cult for him to deal normally with his clients with a pair of
little titties peeking through his custom-tailored shirts. So in
the interests of having him make more money to spend on me I have
made this small concession.
Having Ronnie wear lingerie under his clothes serves another
important function: it keeps him from getting ideas about screw-
ing around with any of the beautiful women he works with. There
are many gorgeous young women who would love to attach themselves
to a successful, rising executive like Ronnie.
Fortunately, I don't think there are many who'd get turned on if
they knew that underneath that pinstriped Brooks Brothers suit
Ronnie was wearing lingerie prettier and more expensive than
theirs. Besides, he's so perverted that I don't think having
"normal" sex with one of the office girls could satisfy him any
more.
I have threatened to punish Ronnie unmercifully if I ever catch
him without his frillies on, but I doubt I'll ever have to. For
one thing, I have long since thrown out all his male underwear.
For another, he truly craves wearing women's lingerie!
Once I'm satisfied that his little dainties are in order, I
thrust my spiked heel in Ronnie's face and order him to suck on
the heel. This lets him know right away who's in control. He does
so eagerly, lovingly moving my heel in and out of his mouth like
he's sucking a cock.
Ronnie is so into it that I have him suck the other heel and lick
the soles clean while he's at it. Then I have him put a nice high
gloss on my patent leather tops with his tongue as he continues
to grovel at my feet.
Once my shoes are gleaming I have Ronnie kneel at attention while
I look at the big erection tenting out the front of his panties.
I can't believe the little worm gets so excited just by slurping
a little leather.
Now, I raise my skirt and let him gaze longingly at the soft,
feminine panties, frilly garter belt and sheer seamed nylons I'm
wearing underneath. Staring longingly at the object of his sick
obsessions, I know Ronnie will do anything to earn the privilege
of masturbation with his Mistress' panties.
I command him to gently remove my panties, glowering and scolding
him against taking too long or fondling them without permission.
I know when he gets them down about my knees he will get his
first whiff of my womanhood, and it will excite him terribly.
Sometimes when I really want to make him crazy I have him remove
my panties with his mouth. So much the better; slaves are more
eager to serve when kept in a state of prolonged sexual arousal.
Ronnie gently slides my panties down around my ankles and I step
out of them. Then I have him hand them to me and I place them to
one side, within Ronnie's field of vision to provide incentive
for the sniveling slave to please his Mistress.
Then, I snap my fingers and Ronnie has permission to service his
Mistress orally. He sucks and laps eagerly at my excited pussy as
he slowly brings me to a sexual frenzy with his loving mouth. It
took as lot of training to get Ronnie to learn how to do it
right, but it's worth is as he gives the best head I've ever had.
He is the only sissy I know who really knows how to do it right!
Ronnie is gentle and loving and endlessly attentive, though I
would never, ever tell him so. It would be bad for discipline to
have a slave with a swelled head! As far as he's concerned he's a
useless, clumsy little slut who can't do anything right! He has
to make me cum to the point where I can hardly stand to get
credit for a merely "adequate" job.
I continue to straddle Ronnie's face as I use him for a human
stool. I roughly grind my cunt into his face and try to smother
him with it. It gives him perspective on what it must be like to
be a pair of his Mistress' panties he so desperately craves.
Besides, he's supposed to be satisfying his Mistress, not breath-
ing!
Ronnie wildly sucks and laps at my drooling slit until I'm
teetering on the edge of bliss. He always seems to know instinc-
tively when I'm about to let loose, and he takes his finger,
totally saturated with my juices, and slides it sharply into my
asshole. Then he gently circles the inside of my sphincter and I
explode in a delicious climax!
My body goes limp with exhaustion from such intense pleasure.
After that, I turn around and command Ronnie to clean my asshole.
He eagerly slips his tongue between my buttocks and darts it in
and out of me. He licks my puckering asshole until I can hear his
tongue squeaking between the perfectly cleaned cheeks.
By the huge hard-on in his panties I can see that Ronnie enjoys
attending his Mistress. But no matter how incredibly hot he makes
me or how excited he gets he is NEVER, EVER allowed to fuck me. I
would never allow him to defile me with that disgusting organ of
his, though I'm sure he dreams about it. Besides, it wouldn't do
at all to be screwing the domestic help!
When I really need to be fucked I have Ronnie service me with a
nice, big dildo... or I get a real man to do it! I get a macho
guy to plow my pussy while I make Ronnie kneel at the foot of the
bed and watch while I tell him what a sniveling sissy he is.
Once Ronnie's oral servitude is finished, he once again kneels at
my feet, awaiting my orders. I reach over to the table and pick
up the panties I'd worn to work today.
I hold them open between my hands and admire the expensive
material and the quality construction. I wear only the most
expensive premium lingerie. Being involved with a fetishist has
really raised my standards. Besides,I make him buy it for me! My
days of wearing $3.98 Rainbow Shop panties are over.
Meanwhile, Ronnie is already practically drooling and throbbing
inside his own pretty panties as I contemplate the ones in my
hand. Then, I wickedly dangle them in his face, allowing the
faintly damp crotch to drape over his flaring nostrils so he can
get a good whiff.
"Does Maid Ronnie want to lick Mistress' panties? Well, do you?"
"Oh yesss Mistressssss," he hisses. "Please Mistress, let me have
your pretty panties! Please let me lick them! Please Mistress,
I'll do anything! Let me lick the precious panties Mistress!
Please let me!"
But no matter how much he grovels or begs Ronnie knows full well
there will be no panty licking for him unless he obeys my orders
to my complete satisfaction! Panty privileges are only granted if
and when he performs in the most exemplary fashion.
Now that he has finished groveling, I clap my hands in dismissal.
That means Ronnie will retire to his room and put himself togeth-
er while I go and slip into something more comfortable.
Ronnie's room used to be a separate bedroom in my apartment but
he has gradually taken it over until now it's fully devoted to
his female persona.
Ronnie has a closetfull of lovely outfits: Maids uniforms,
dresses and separates as well as an assortment of kinky costumes
made of leather, rubber and PVC. He has a remarkable collection
of erotic footwear surpassed only by my own.
But what's really remarkable is Ronnie's collection of lovely
lingerie; a wardrobe any two normal women would be proud to own.
Ronnie has two dressers for his lingerie: brassieres, camisoles,
tap panties, slips, petticoats, garter belts. stockings, anklets,
and every conceivable item of feminine undergarment.
In addition, he has an expensive collection of foundations:
briefers, panty girdles, waist cinchers, bustiers, corselettes
and control panties. Not to mention a very expensive assortment
of old-fashioned corsetry for the wasp-waisted look.
Ronnie's foundations have deliberately been bought two sizes too
small for him for maximum effectiveness. After all, his silly
male physiology needs all the help it can get to achieve a
girlish figure! For this reason I buy him the tightest-fitting
foundations possible.
These garments won't fit him if he gains even a pound or two. I
find it amusing and ironic that Ronnie must keep on a strict diet
in order to fit into slimming undergarments designed for women
who can't!
But the crowning glory of Ronnie's little retreat is his exqui-
site collection of pretty panties. He owns literally hundreds. So
many, in fact, that he has a dresser devoted strictly to them.
It's a huge chest with a dozen drawers and there still isn't room
for them all!
Ronnie has panties of every description. Briefs, bikinis, hi-
cuts, hipsters, light control, and thongs. Each is adorned with
expensive, elaborate lace or extensive ruffles. They range in
quality from off-the-rack brand names to imported delicacies to
custom-made frillies conceived by our own wicked imaginations.
Lace, silk, nylon, spandex, rayon, leather, rubber, latex, PVC;
Ronnie's panties are made of every material except one: cotton.
More than anything Ronnie hates cotton panties, probably because
they remind him of those boring BVDs he had to wear for so many
years.
One drawer is completely devoted to big, frilly sissypants for
his maids' outfits. Another for erotic specialty panties like
crotchless or dildo pants. I could go on for hours about Ronnie's
panty collection. It is truly remarkable but once again, mine is
even better!
Ronnie enters the center of his feminine world and takes off his
worn lingerie. He showers and removes all the stubble from his
face and body with depilatories. Then he dries off and gets into
his lovely lingerie.
Ronnie takes much too long to decide what to wear, so I've
adopted the practice of laying out the outfit I want him to wear
on his bed. Besides saving time it communicates to my slave what
kind of mood his Mistress is in.
He takes the garter belt off the bed and fastens it around his
waist. Then he slips gingerly into his seamed black fishnets,
being careful not to get a pull in them. He picks up his maid's
panties and fondles the deep white ruffles in his fingers. Then
he remembers his Mistress is waiting and slips them on.
Next, Ronnie struggles to get into the stiff corset I've laid out
for him. He looks so awkward and silly contorting himself to get
it on. Some days when I need a good laugh I'll go in and watch
him struggle with it.
The Merry Widow corset I have out for him today has push-up cups
to enhance his cleavage. He slips in his breast prostheses, which
are specially matched to his skin tone. When he gets him in place
they are weighted and matched so perfectly it is impossible for
the untrained eye to tell they aren't his own.
Next comes the Maid's uniform. He'll wear a black satin uniform
that is suitable for everyday use. Naturally, he owns a dozen of
them in different styles as well as more elaborate white and pink
ones for special occasions.
This particular uniform is elaborately adorned with stiff white
ruffles, big puffy shoulders and sleeves that flare out into big
white ruffles at the cuffs. The skirt is very short, only to mid-
thigh. It's adorned with three tiers of big white ruffles and a
frilly white apron.
Under the miniskirt is made full with stiff white crinoline
petticoats to hold it out full. The skirt is slit in the back to
off the lovely white ruffles of the sissypants on his behind.
Overall, the effect is that the skirt hides nothing, as the
petticoats hold the skirt out practically vertically.
Ronnie is now ready for his makeup and wig. Though he has longish
hair that can be restyled for a feminine effect, lately I have
taken to making Ronnie wear big, elaborate wigs for a different
look.
Ronnie then puts on his makeup. Under my expert tutelage Ronnie
has learned to put his face on in a reasonable amount of time.
Overall, it takes Ronnie about 45 minutes to put himself together
properly; better than most women!
Then, the final touch: a pair of towering six-inch black patent
heels. Ronnie slips them on and teeters out the door, struggling
to get his balance.
Ronnie gives himself one last look in the full-length mirror,
clearly delighted with himself. The macho, hard-driving executive
has been transformed into Fifi the French Maid! Painted, perfumed
and corseted as he is, he is quite convincing as a woman.
Once transformed, Ronnie returns and kneels at my feet, awaiting
my further orders. As usual, he has a raging erection tenting out
the front of his frilly panties.
Now it's time for Ronnie to really get to work. He brings me a
nice dry Martini, just the way I like it. Then he vacuums and
dusts while I relax and watch the soap operas he's taped for me
on the VCR. Hey, even career women need diversion. Besides, it
makes for "female bonding" at work.
I find soaps endlessly amusing because the heroines always seem
to be whining about problems with their men. If they're not out
screwing around they're too busy working and backstabbing each
other. The solution to me is clear. They should do what I did -
mold their men into obedient little sissies.
You have to understand the psychology of the situation. You take
your man's deepest, most secret sexual desire and us it to
enslave him. You'd be amazed how many aggressive, macho guys
secretly want to submit themselves to a dominant woman.
You see, Ronnie is not an unwilling captive by any means. He is a
slave to his fetishes, and I simply exploit these desires to
ensure his obedience. Dear Reader, do you think Ronnie is humili-
ated by such unrelenting degradation? He loves every second of
it! He lives for it; would be hopelessly miserable without it.
How grateful he is to his Mistress for allowing his heretofore
secret fantasies to come alive! How well he loves to be permitted
to mince around my apartment in his high heels and satin linge-
rie. How he craves punishment and degradation at the hands of his
Mistress! How he longs to serve me in his frilly little maid's
uniform!
I think the world would be a much better place if all men were
subjugated to women. They would be so busy serving their Mis-
tresses and admiring how pretty they are in the mirror that they
would lose all interest in things like power and money and
warfare.
These thoughts amuse me as I watch Ronnie bend over to clean the
cat litter. His frilly panties are in full view as he shovels out
the droppings. I smile to myself and know I've got it made.
You should see Ronnie at work; he's a completely different person
there! So demanding... so in charge! His underlings are posi-
tively terrified of him! He barks orders at them and they fall
all over each other scurrying to carry them out.
He's positively unmerciful to his secretary! The poor girl really
has my sympathy. He screams at her when things go wrong, even
when they're not her fault. I try to be sympathetic, though.
Sometimes I want to tell her the secret to controlling him: put a
pair of your worn panties on his desk and he'll do anything you
want, dearie!
I wonder what they would all say if they could see their Boss
groveling in his little Maid's uniform. What would they think if
they saw him whimpering at my feet as my abject slave?
Sometimes I'm tempted to leave a few of my many revealing Polar-
oids and videos around the office. Whenever Ronnie displays any
insolence I threaten him with a mailing. Sometimes a Mistress has
to get tough to keep her slave in line.
Impulsive girl that I am, I change panties anytime I feel the
urge. I simply take them off and toss them across the room.
Without a word Ronnie is off like a shot after them, practically
drooling. He retrieves them and goes into my room to fetch me a
fresh pair.
Then, Ronnie will go to the laundry room to deposit my worn
panties into the hamper. I admonish the sniveling little worm not
to sniff or fondle them, but I know he will. The perverted little
darling simply can't help himself!
To be truthful, I don't mind because Ronnie's uncontrollable lust
for my smelly undies keeps him obedient to me. When he's handling
my soiled panties he can't refrain from playing with himself.
He's a compulsive masturbator; a real wanker. Sometimes I peek
and watch him bring himself off when he thinks I'm not looking.
Ronnie falls to his knees and holds my worn panties stretched out
before his face. He's practically drooling as he holds the moist
crotch to his face and takes a long, loving sniff of my woman-
hood.
He has had a huge erection from the moment he picked the panties
up, and now he removes it from his frilly Maid's panties. He
looks so adorable kneeling there in his frilly uniform with his
big cock hanging out.
Then, Ronnie takes my panties and pulls them over his head, with
the crotch directly over his flaring nostrils. He puts his hand
around his cock and begins slowly stroking back and forth. He
lets out a little moan as he slides his hand gently over his
cock.
Ronnie gradually begins pulling his prick faster and faster until
he's jerking off for all he's worth. "Mmmmm, panties..." he'll
whimper under his breath, "panties... mmmmm, pannnntieeees...
pannnnteeeeeees!" Even the word excites him as he repeats it like
a mantra.
Then with a gasp, Ronnie explodes all over his hands, being very
careful not to get any telltale spots on his Mistress' expensive
panties. I must inspect the worn undies in the hamper constantly
and Ronnie will be a very sorry slave indeed if I find any of his
filthy semen on my panties. He has his own frilly undies for
that!
I know some Mistresses employ chastity devices to prevent their
slaves from masturbating or even having an erection without
permission. I do in fact use them selectively, but my philosophy
is different from theirs.
I prefer to have the slave become so addicted to his lingerie
orgasms he cannot live without them. And he knows full well his
Mistress is the only one who will allow him to indulge such
disgusting desires!
Ronnie returns with my clean panties, trying not to look as if
he's just jerked off with my soiled panties. If I'm in a good
mood I don't even ask him what took him so long when he returns.
When Ronnie thinks he's finished cleaning he returns and hands me
my white glove. I try and catch him by running over surfaces I
think I may have missed. He will continue to clean until I am
satisfied the apartment is positively spotless.
Besides cleaning my apartment and cooking me dinner, Ronnie's
duties also include doing my laundry. Naturally, for a perverted
little panty sniffer like him, it is his favorite chore. But as
always he must earn his panty playtime.
I have a huge assortment of hand-washable cotton and silk outfits
that I would never own if I had to wash them myself. But they're
cool and comfortable during the summer, and my slave washes them
for me anyway, so why not?
Some of the other women at work have complimented me, saying that
I must spend all my free time doing hand washing. I sweetly smile
and tell them it's no trouble at all.
Ronnie starts by sorting all the laundry. He does all the machine
washables first and gets them out of the way. Then he lovingly
hand-washes my dresses and lingerie. My panties are in a separate
pile on the floor to give him extra motivation.
Ronnie lovingly launders my dresses and blouses, jealously
holding them to his chest to see how they'd look on him. He does
a marvelous job eliminating all the stains and discolorations. He
really is a capable laundress.
Then, he washes my slips, petticoats, camis, teddies and all my
unmentionables. He is practically drooling as he fondles each
lacy, delicate item with great delight. He holds them to his face
and smells the perfume of his beloved Mistress. He lets out a
deep sigh. Ah, such devotion!
Only when all the other laundry is folded and put away may Ronnie
petition his Mistress for permission to launder her panties. He
kneels before the huge pile of worn panties on the floor. I then
cuff his hands behind his back because the little shit cannot be
trusted not to play with himself.
I pick a pair of my panties off the pile and dangle them in his
face. I ask him sneeringly, "Does Maid Ronnie want to wash
Mistress' panties?"
"Yes, please Mistress," he whimpers. Faced with the object of his
sick desires his cock throbs in his black frillies. He is pant-
ing; totally consumed by his passion for panties! He's so pathet-
ic looking as he kneels there blubbering in his little Maid's
uniform. I snap a few Polaroids and throw them on the floor in
front of him so he can see how silly he looks.
But Ronnie could care less how degraded he is! He needs my
panties, and he'll do anything to get them. He kneels, eager to
hear my command.
"Please Mistress," he whines. "I've been a devoted little sissy
slut Maid for you. I've cleaned your apartment, done all your
laundry, cooked your dinner and serviced your beautiful orifices.
Please Mistress, I beg you! Let me lick your panties! Please
Mistress! Please..."
The soft-hearted Mistress is not unmoved by the pleas of her
groveling slave. But more often than not I deny Ronnie panty
privileges. Instead, I send him home with a bad case of blue
balls. This way he can contemplate what he did wrong as he
masturbates at home. Though Ronnie has strict orders not to touch
himself without permission, I'm not naive enough to think he
doesn't.
I have literally hundreds of panties Ronnie bought me and even
though I change them several times a day it takes a few weeks
before I run out completely. Ronnie's anticipation grows as the
pile of soiled panties grows higher every day.
Finally, I'm down to my last pair or two and I know it's time for
Ronnie to wash my undies. Of course, this means he has to "pre-
treat" each and every one with his tongue.
This time I'm absolutely down to my last pair of panties and I
decide to indulge my little sissy maid. Ronnie's been obedient
and has performed somewhat satisfactorily. After all, you cannot
motivate a slave by punishment all the time; you have to reward
him occasionally. And this is the greatest reward Ronnie can
imagine!
The ritual begins and I have Ronnie kneel at attention. Then I
will take pair after pair of my soiled panties and place them
over his face.
Ronnie licks up all my excretions with equal delight. Pussy
juices, piss, shit streaks, even period stains are lovingly
lapped up with enthusiasm and delight. The filthier they are the
better he likes them!
I can see the outline of his tongue begin lapping the panties
just the way I've taught him. Ronnie begins licking my panties at
the center of the crotch and slowly works his tongue in a circu-
lar motion towards the edges. He is so excited and enthusiastic I
sometimes think he'll wear the crotches out of my panties with
his tongue.
After placing two or three dozen of my panties over his face to
lick, Ronnie is so excited his body begins to convulse. He
trembles and strains at his handcuffs a his poor, tortured member
throbs back and forth inside his panties. I know I have excited
my helpless sissy slave as much as I can.
Sometimes when Ronnie reaches this point he'll go off inside his
panties without ever having touched himself; just from squirming
around inside his silky frillies and the scent of my filthy worn
undies is enough to make him come.
But this times I'm feeling generous and uncuff Ronnie's hands.
"They're all yours, you disgusting little panty sniffer. Go play
with the pretty panties if you must, but if you get one drop of
your filthy scum on them I swear I'll whip your teeny little
peanut dick into chopped meat!"
"Oh, thank you, thank you Mistress," he whimpers as he throws
himself bodily onto the panty pile. I've never seen a man more
sexually excited than Ronnie is in the panty pile. He sniffs and
fondles and masturbates wildly with my worn underwear!
He's so hot, totally lost in his sick fetish for my panties. They
are the center of his sexual universe, along with his demanding
Mistress, that is! I really ought to videotape him sometime so I
can let him see how silly and disgusting he is. Not that it would
ever stop him from wanting my undies!
I smile to myself at my inventiveness. Most women would look at
such a pile of their worn underwear and see a chore they'd have
to perform. Not me. I see the key to my boyfriend's (if the
sniveling sissy can be called that) abject obedience. This is
what he needs; this is what he endures all the humiliation and
drudgery for - these infrequent, intimate moments with my worn
underwear!
He humps and grinds and wanks and yanks until he is at the brink
of orgasm. Once again I hear the familiar whimpering.
"Pantieeessss... Pantieeeees... Oooooh MISTRESSSSSS YESSSSSS!
Mmmmmm... Ohhh Mistresssss! Pantieeeees... Pannnnntiieeees! OH!
PANNNNNNNNNTEEEEEEES!!!"
Knowing he is about to come, Ronnie tosses my panties to one side
and blasts his semen all over his own ruffled Maid's panties. The
white come contrasts against the black material of his panties,
and drips between the ruffles.
When he is finished coming I reassert myself. I have him remove
my shoe and thank his Mistress for granting him panty privileges.
The next thing Ronnie must do is take off his expensive Maid's
panties and remove every last trace of his filthy male juices
from them with his tongue. I make him lick up his own come after
every orgasm. It gives the little darling an opportunity to
develop a taste for sperm.
He may now suck on my toes for a while and thank me for letting
him have his disgusting way with my lingerie. He does so with the
greatest relish. If I need a pedicure and my toenails painted he
does that too. He has gotten quite competent from all the prac-
tice he's given.
Some of my favorite activities with Ronnie involve our occasional
shopping sprees. Every so often I become bored with my wardrobe
and decide it's time to buy some new clothes.
I have Ronnie fetch the car and meet me out in front of the
building. In addition to being my maid and domestic slave, Ronnie
is also my chauffeur.
We usually drive to Garden City or Saddle River where the luxury
shopping is. Fifth Avenue has so much traffic we rarely shop
there. We go to all the chic, expensive stores. Ronnie will
always walk five paces in back of his Mistress like a good
servant should.
Many times we'll go on a lingerie hunt. I'll enter the many
lingerie stores I frequent and always get a big hello from the
salesgirls. They know I'll always make a nice purchase; I invari-
ably walk out with a few hundred dollars' worth of underwear.
I walk through the racks and pick any item that may suit my
fancy, handing them to Ronnie as he follows me around. He then
dutifully brings them to the cashier's counter for me. I never
have to carry anything.
I grab anything I like - after all, HE'S paying for it! And what
a lucky sissy he is to be allowed the privilege of purchasing his
Mistress' intimate apparel for her. I grab bras, bustiers,
teddies, camisoles, slips and of course lots and lots of panties.
Many times the proprietress will put aside specialty items they
think I'll like. As the "straight" world catches up with the
fetish underground more PVC, leather and rubber items are appear-
ing on the mainstream lingerie market.
If we're buying lingerie for Ronnie I tell the salesladies in no
uncertain terms they are for him. Ronnie blushes and they cheer-
fully show him all the latest styles in the larger sizes. "Oh,
these will look LOVELY on you dear," they'll coo as they hold a
new teddy or custom corset up to Ronnie's chest to see how
they'll look.
When we are through shopping the salesgirls will ring up the
total, and I always am a little surprised at how much I spend on
lingerie. But Ronnie will dutifully produce his Gold charge cards
with nary a peep. Truth is, he can well afford it with the money
he has!
One thing that used to annoy me immensely was how Ronnie would
behave himself when we went lingerie shopping. He would always
get a big rod in his pants from fondling all the lacy undies.
It made me furious! I did not want these women to see that my
slave's genitals were not under my control at all times! After
all, I am a Mistress; a role model for other women. I have to set
an example when it comes to handling men.
Eventually I solved the problem by designing a special chastity
device for my slave. It is a modified pair of latex dildo pants
with a hole and sheath in the front. I had the stock dildo
removed and a larger one put in; about the size of a real cock.
As his asshole stretches I can have larger ones installed.
The front of the latex panties has a tiny hole three-quarters of
an inch in diameter to put his cock through. Ronnie has to take a
cold bath to make his pecker small enough to fit through it. The
hole leads his penis into a latex sheath just big enough to fit
his cock when it's that small.
When Ronnie gets excited while wearing the chastity panties his
cock is strangled at the base by the small hole, and contained by
the latex sheath. It is very painful for him as the blood gorges
his penis but has no room to expand his tortured appendage.
Now when we go lingerie shopping I can watch Ronnie as he fondles
the new undies I'm buying with great delight. Suddenly he will
grimace in pain, and I will smile to myself in the knowledge that
my slave's genitals are under control. They are the property of
his Mistress and he will do with them as he is told!
I used to allow Ronnie to accompany me on my shopping sprees in
his male attire, but under my stern tutelage he has become much
more feminine and passable. Recently I decided I would command
Ronnie to shop with his Mistress in drag from now on.
At first the little slut actually refused to go! I had to beat
him unmercifully with the bamboo cane to convince him going to
the mall and possibly being "read" was the least of the many
unpleasant things that could happen to him if he persisted in his
blatant disobedience!
Having already prepared for Ronnie's first sojourn out of the
closet, he went into his room and found a red minidress, black
fishnets and a towering pair of six-inch red patent heels. To
make the dressing more pleasant, I also laid out a pair of
deliciously sheer red lace panties, a red gaff, and a strapless
red lace bra complete with a new pair of breast forms.
Once Ronnie donned the garments I ordered him to my vanity table
and personally groomed his wig and did his makeup. I then allowed
him to look in the mirror. There before Ronnie in the mirror was
a creature far more feminine and passable than he'd ever have
dreamed possible!
Truly, here was the woman who lived inside Ronnie; a painted slut
in a red minidress that barely covered his pantied ass. He
puckered his red lips and did a slow, seductive turn for himself.
I could see he was really taken with himself, getting psyched up
to go out as I knew he would!
Finally, I handed Ronnie the car keys and told him to fetch the
car from the parking garage. Ronnie sighed deeply and ventured
out into the apartment door into hallway. As he passed the
threshold for the first time I giggled to myself as I thought,
"That's one small step for man; one giant leap for woman."
I took my sweet time getting ready to go out, wanting to make
Ronnie sweat downstairs. When I reached the front door he was
giggling with the doorman, who obviously had no idea the pretty
woman flashing her thighs at him was really my boyfriend! Ronnie
was eating it up and I had to curtly suggest he pull the car up.
I was going to parade him down Fifth Avenue but I decided to have
him drive way out to Kings Plaza, in Brooklyn way off the beaten
path. We'd been on lingerie shopping sprees there before.
Ronnie was fine until we parked the car and got to the Mall
entrance. Suddenly he broke out into a cold sweat, terrified! He
began to panic, blubbering that he wanted to go home. He begged
me to let him get back in the car; whimpered that he was afraid
that someone from work might see him there.
Finally I'd had enough of his sniveling. I slapped him sharply
across the face. "Slut," I hissed at him through clenched teeth.
"If you don't get in there right now you can walk home, and you
can consider yourself dismissed as my slave. That means no more
maid service, no more lingerie and no more panties, either."
Ronnie looked at me, dumbfounded. He knew what was on the line.
He opened the door and entered the Mall.
I had Ronnie walk three steps in front of me as I coached him on
his walking and his demeanor. All eyes were upon him as he
sashayed on the teetering spike heels, trying vainly to keep his
skirt down. He was clearly very uptight.
As luck would have it, no sooner did Ronnie turn the corner than
two young girls of perhaps nineteen or twenty happened by in the
opposite direction. I recognized them secretaries from his
company, and so did Ronnie. Ronnie looked over his shoulder at me
and held his breath.
The two girls looked Ronnie up and down, then made full eye
contact with him. For a moment I was afraid they'd "made" him.
Ronnie looked terrified; I thought he might lose it and give
himself away. Fortunately, he kept his cool.
They walked by without any recognition as one gum-snapping bimbo
said to the other, "dressin' like dat inna Mall. Whatta hoo-ah!"
Ronnie smiled, the danger was clearly past since these girls knew
him pretty well at work.
Having passed that test, Ronnie became much more confident. He
sashayed and wiggled his tight little butt for me, and even began
enjoying the crude catcalls of the guido boys hanging out at the
Orange Julius.
We went into the lingerie shop, where the girls there were
totally surprised but delighted when I told them. They could
scarcely believe the girl with me had been the gentleman who'd
been with me the last time I was there. Ronnie smiled and even
blushed a little as the salesgirls complimented him how pretty
and convincing he was.
As a reward to Ronnie for "breaking the barrier," I picked out
lots of luscious new lingerie for him! I started fishing bras,
panties, camisoles, teddies, slips and garter belts off the racks
and handed them to my little sissy.
After ringing up nearly $1000. worth of lacy unmentionables, we
were ready to leave. One of the salesgirls approached me and told
me she was training her husband as a TV slave, and could I give
her some pointers. I took her number and told her I'd invite her
over to the apartment soon.
Ronnie was delighted with all the attention and compliments he
received as I marched him from store to store, buying him dress-
es, shoes, makeup and lots of luscious undies. By the end of the
afternoon we could hardly fit all our purchases into the car.
We'd gone through several thousand dollars, but it was well worth
it. Ronnie now had a wardrobe for his new role as a woman in the
"outside world."
Weekends are always hectic around the apartment as I do a lot of
entertaining. I invited various friends and selective business
associates to come for dinner and merriment. For most women this
would be a bother but it's really very easy when you have a slave
to do all the work! This way I have time to be a gracious hostess.
Usually I only invite my women friends to these affairs so
we can have female bonding and "girl talk."
Most of the times I have either "afternoon teas" with three or
four close friends or larger dinner parties of eight. Naturally,
Ronnie is expected to make my guests feel right at home. He has
instructions that whenever a woman is a guest in the apartment,
he is to serve as her slave and obey her as he would his Mis-
tress. That is, of course, unless our orders are conflicting. He
is to extend himself completely for the pleasure and amusement of
my guests!
I have an afternoon tea and sissy Ronnie greets the ladies at the
door dressed in his little black and white Daytime uniform. He
greets the ladies with a little curtsey and takes their coats.
Then he will show them inside.
We relax and chat while Ronnie brings us finger sandwiches and
tea. It is so pleasant and relaxing sitting around and catching
up on the latest gossip while Ronnie waits on us hand and foot.
When he is not actually getting things from the kitchen Ronnie
will kneel in the corner. Usually he doesn't do this very long as
we keep him hopping.
Charlotte, Risa and Kimberly are having tea with me today.
Charlotte is a professional dominatrix who was very helpful to me
in training Ronnie. When I began I knew virtually nothing about
it, though that seems so unlikely to me now. Kimberly and Risa
are clients of mine from work, Risa has visited us many times but
Kimberly is here for the first time.
Whenever I have new guests I enjoy showing how I have absolute
power over my slave. I stand before my guests and Ronnie kneels
before me. "Lick my shoes slave," I hiss at him and he eagerly
begins lapping at the toe of my black patent pumps.
Then when I get bored with that I turn around and order, "now
slave, my ass needs licking. Get to work!" Ronnie quickly pulls
down my panties. He buries his face between my buttocks and
begins darting his tongue in and out of my little pink hole.
Kimberly laughs, "So obedient, Nancy. I wish I could control my
husband like that!"
"Wait," I smile. "You haven't seen anything yet!" Then I dangle a
nice damp pair of panties in Ronnie's face as he kneels whimper-
ing before me. "Does Ronnie want to lick Mistress' filthy pant-
ies. Speak up slut, tell my friends how much you want it!"
"Oh yes Mistress," he blubbers. Ronnie knows this is his cue to
recite.
"Yes Mistress, I want to lick your panties clean. I want to lap
your delicious vaginal secretions and suck your luscious piss out
of them. I want to lick every last bit of your lovely shit
streaks and period stains out of them Mistress! I know I am just
a perverted little sissy maid and completely unworthy, but I beg
Mistress to bestow the sublime privilege of laundering her
panties with my face!"
"Present your bottom for discipline, slut." Ronnie dutifully
prostrates himself and lifts his petticoats, exposing his frilly
pantied ass to my guests and myself. I choose a cane from the
rack and begin whacking him across the buttocks. As the impact of
each whack fills the room he replies with "thank you Mistress I
deserve another." Charlotte and Risa laugh out loud, while
Kimberly can only sit there agape.
Later, Ronnie is kneeling in the corner, holding his skirts up
high so we can see his little ruffled panties. He is being
punished for not bringing more biscuits quickly enough. Charlotte
claps her hands and says, "come here, Ronnie."
Ronnie comes before Charlotte and prostrates himself low to the
ground. In his best high-pitched voice he says, "yes, Mistress
Charlotte, how may I serve you?"
"Ronnie, you may attend me now. Would you like that?"
"Oh yes, Mistress Charlotte. It is always enjoyable to serve you
any way you like, Mistress."
"Very well then, you may proceed." Charlotte sits forward and
spreads her knees apart. Then she says to Kimberly and Risa,
"watch this."
Ronnie kneels down between Charlotte's knees and reaches up her
skirt. Charlotte picks herself up while Ronnie slides her panties
off. "Pay attention to me and not the panties, you slut," she
warns. Ronnie slides her panties past her ankles and lovingly
places them to one side.
Then without another word Ronnie puts his head under Charlotte's
skirt and buries it in her pussy. We can hear the slurping noises
of his eager tongue while he begins pleasuring her. The other two
women look on in shock and I cannot suppress a giggle. "See,"
says Charlotte. "Who needs vibrators when you have a slave to
give you head?"
Kimberly is still a little shocked but Risa lights up at the
prospect. "Charlotte, will he do anything he's told? Will he lick
my ass if I order him to?"
"Honey," quips Charlotte, "he'll lick your ass and eat your shit
too if he's ordered to! He has no choice in the matter... he's a
slave!"
Charlotte acts very calm and nonchalant as Ronnie continues
sucking her pussy. I know she's enjoying it, however, because
beads of sweat are beginning to appear at her temples. Finally,
she begins breathing heavy...
She holds her breath for just a second and then releases herself
with a big heave. "Ahhhhh," she says. "I needed that."
Ronnie fetches a washcloth and cleans Charlotte up a little, then
replaces her panties. Then he kneels before her. "Slave Ronnie
hopes Mistress Charlotte found her services satisfactory."
"Yes, merely adequate," she deadpans. Which means he did an
excellent job. But Mistress Charlotte knows well that it is never
proper to compliment a slave too much. It gives them a swelled
head.
"Very amusing," says Risa. "Excuse me, I have to pee." Ronnie
gets up off his knees and heads for the bathroom, where he kneels
beside the toilet. This is a regular part of Ronnie's duties.
Whenever I have company all the toilet paper is put away, as
Ronnie her standing orders to attend to them with his tongue.
He kneels between their legs and stares intently as the guest
relieves herself on the bowl. Then, he will lick them between
their legs until they're clean.
If a guest so chooses, she may bypass the toilet altogether and
use Ronnie to relieve herself. I have several friends who enjoy
toilet games, especially when Ronnie is the toilet!
Risa is especially into making Ronnie serve her in this manner.
Instead of squatting on the toilet, she will straddle Ronnie's
face and relive herself directly into his mouth. Ronnie has to
swallow her hot, steaming nectar very quickly to keep from
gagging.
Ronnie knows he will be severely punished if he allows so much as
a drop of Risa's urine to foul my perfectly clean bathroom floor!
I make Ronnie get on his knees and scrub between the tiles with a
tiny wire brush so all the grout is brilliant white. He knows
better than to allow any piss to stain it!
Risa uses "The Mask," a dastardly device that is locked behind
Ronnie's head. It is a wide funnel with a hose that runs into a
mouthpiece, a dildo-shaped gag with a hose through it. Risa uses
it to ensure that Ronnie takes in every drop of her hot, steaming
piss. Let me tell you about the incident that prompted Risa to
devise it:
One night Risa was relieving herself into Ronnie's mouth when
Ronnie began to gag and coughed her piss all over the floor. It
was a disgraceful mess, and I was furious! I was so angry I
couldn't think of a punishment severe enough for the incompetent
little slut! Fortunately, Risa had a splendidly wicked idea.
Ronnie was ordered to strip off his uniform and lingerie. He wa
then commanded to don a pair of plain white cotton briefs, which
for him is punishment in itself. He truly hates cotton panties!
Then, his hands were cuffed behind his back and he was led to the
bathtub. Risa commanded him to prostrate himself face down.
Risa handed me the whip and I raised some pretty welts on his
behind as he remained prostrate in the tub. Meanwhile, Risa was
filling a huge enema bag with scalding hot, soapy water. Then,
she pulled the crotch of his panties to one side and slid the
enema nozzle up his ass.
It took quite some time but eventually Ronnie was able to take
the contents of the two-quart enema bag inside him. Once he did,
Risa shoved a huge butt plug into him and told him not to move.
Suddenly the plug pops out of Ronnie's ass and he lets loose with
a flood of shit and enema juice, completely soaking his panties.
It dribbles down his legs and into the tub, where it runs until
it reaches his face, still down against the bottom of the tub.
Then, Risa orders Ronnie to remove his fouled panties and hand
them to her. She holds them right up against his face and mocks,
"So, you like to lick panties clean, do you? Well, let's see how
you enjoy these!"
With that, Risa pulls them over his face and starts whipping
Ronnie's cock while he sucks his own shit out the filthy panties.
I can hear him sobbing from the stench and the humiliation while
he slurps on them. I take a few Polaroids for later use; if he is
insubordinate I can threaten him with this punishment again.
At another session I had two Mistresses over with their slaves.
Mistress Denique and Mistress Kay came over with their two
favorite sissy maids and we decided to have them play together
for our amusement. Denique's slave Sally was slender and petite,
while Kay's slave Georgette was tall and statuesque.
Both the sissy slaves were darling in their frilly black French
Maid uniforms. They were impeccably made up and coiffed; their
nails polished to perfection. Both wore panties that let rows and
rows of white ruffles peek out from underneath their petticoats.
Ronnie was instructed to wear his pink satin uniform for special
occasions. It was also elaborately ruffled with a pair of frilly
sissypants underneath. His hands were cuffed behind his back and
he knelt before us, flanked on either side by the other two sissy
maids.
I stood up and walked over to Ronnie. "Now Darling, we have been
training you in total femininity, have we not? ...And I daresay
we've done quite a good job, too. Wouldn't you agree?"
"Oh YES Mistress," replied Ronnie enthusiastically. "I do so
adore how Mistress has made me into the sissy slut I am."
"Very good," I said. "Tonight we are going to allow you the total
feminine experience of accommodating some real cock. Sally and
Georgette, drop your panties and show Ronnie your little se-
crets."
The two maids stood up and obediently lowered their frilly undies
around their ankles, exposing their genitals which were bound
with nasty-looking leather chastity devices. The dastardly
retainer was padlocked, and the leather straps that secured them
dug painfully into the soft white flesh of the hapless sissies.
"As you can see, our two Darlings have been quite well bound
indeed. They have not been allowed so much as an erection in
weeks. I do wonder what would happen if we were to free them
within such close proximity of a lovely, feminine creature like
yourself."
Mistress Kay and Mistress Denique took their keys and unlocked
their slaves. With their panties still around their ankles their
penises jumped to erection as it they had been inflated with
helium! "You may have your way with the little slut girls, and
you had better entertain us or it'll be lashes for all of you!"
The two maids were maddened with lust, and they threw themselves
at Ronnie. Georgette began greasing her huge rod with K-Y while
Sally forced her gorged member down Ronnie's throat.
Ronnie winced as Georgette penetrated her sphincter, but soon
began undulating to the rhythm of her fucking. The many hours of
training with dildos had loosened her up and prepared her for
taking a real cock.
The three maids collapsed to the floor in a heap of pleasure, the
two maids using Ronnie for their pleasure at either end! Mistress
Kay videotaped while Mistress Denique watched intently. Ronnie
was being used and penetrated so brutally, and I was thrilling to
every second of this, his ultimate humiliation.
Suddenly to my surprise, Ronnie began to speak. "Mmmmm, yess," he
whimpered. "Please!" he gasped, "fuck me! Fuck my face! Fuck my
ass! Use me for your pleasure. Mmm, I'm your slut! Fuck..."
With that, Sally shoved her cock back into Ronnie's mouth and
began fucking it with renewed vigor. Georgette rammed her dick in
to the hilt, with Ronnie gasping in equal parts pleasure and
pain. The two maids rammed their dicks inside my slave again and
again and again until they collapsed spent, leaving Ronnie in a
heap on the floor with their semen oozing out his mouth and ass.
Then, I uncuffed Ronnie hands and ordered him to clean my shoes
and thank me. He crawled to me on all fours and began licking my
shoes. "Thank you Mistress," he whispered. "I am so happy to be
used like the slut I am for your entertainment. I live to serve
you, Mistress."