The Old College Try - Part 2
Sarah woke me the next morning by grabbing the leash and yanking my face
up into her pussy, either still damp from last night, or from seeing me lying
there curled up at her feet on the bed when she woke. I was lucky; instead of
having to lick her she simply humped my face. I think I was too exhausted to
have pleased her properly anyway. Soon my face was once again drenched in her
sweet juices and I was moaning with desire as her thighs locked tightly around
my head in orgasm. She patted my head lightly and then got up walking into the
bathroom and taking a shower. I could still smell her on my face. My hand
drifted down to my cock, rubbing it lightly through the panties. I thought
about all the humiliating things she had made me do yesterday. About how she
had recorded all of it. How she could make me do anything she wanted me to.
Pretty soon I was stroking my cock and squirming on the bed. I knew I
wasn't allowed to come, but I got myself as close as possible. Pictures of me
kneeling at her feet rolled through my mind. I wondered if it was the hypnosis
or if it was just the same fantasies as I had had since I was a teenager.
"What a naughty little slut." She was standing there in the bathroom
doorway, a towel wrapped around her beautiful body, her hair dripping wet. I
nearly came at the sight of her, standing there with an amused smile on her
face. I don't know if more blood rushed to my cock or my face, but I couldn't
stop stroking my cock, it felt too good.
She walked over, never taking her eyes off my hand on my cock. She
reached out and unlocked the leash from her footboard. I sat up, squirming and
rubbing my thighs together, loving the feel of the stockings rubbing together.
She stroked my face gently, and I dared to kiss her palm.
"Strip and shower then meet me in the living room, its time for another
session of hypnosis." She smiled and pinched my lip tightly, then moved over to
her closet and threw on her robe. She walked out into the living room and I
heard her in the kitchen as I stripped off my clothes and headed into the
shower.
The hot water felt great against my skin. I noticed the bottle of Nair
on the rim of the tub still and decided to make sure that I stayed nice and
smooth for my mistress. I couldn't help stroking my cock as I waited for the
lotion to dissolve the hair on my body. After I washed it off I dried myself
and walked into the living room, slightly embarrassed at being completely nude.
Sarah was sitting in the chair, drinking a cup of coffee and flipping
through the journal of my fantasies again. She looked up and pointed to the
floor in front of her. I walked over and knelt down at her feet. After a bit
more reading she closed the journal and settled herself down, looking at me
thoughtfully.
"Today I am going to try out a trigger-induced behavioral change. I'm
going to use one of these disgusting little fantasies of yours since the fact
that you actually want it will reinforce the suggestion. Doesn't that sound
good, my pet?"
I nodded at her uncertainly. It actually didn't sound good; in fact the
idea scared the hell out of me. The thought of what she could make me do under
even stronger controls was terrifying. I knew that even now if I really wanted
to, I could break her control. She hadn't asked me to do anything that I really
had much of a problem with, but some of the things in that journal were pretty
extreme. They were great when I had my hand around my cock and it was all in my
head, but most of them I couldn't really imagine actually doing.
"Please mistress, isn't that a little bit, um, extreme?" I knew this
might be my only chance to resist going down a road I didn't want to.
Her smile vanished instantly, "Listen slut, you are mine. Your body,
your mind, everything you have is mine for this weekend. That was the deal.
After Monday I can change everything, but for this weekend you will do whatever
I say."
"I know, but it scares me. Some of those things aren't things I thought
I would ever really do in real life; they're just for fantasy. Please." Tears
started to flood my eyes. It was so hard to disagree with her even this much,
it felt horrible. She was my mistress, who was I to question her desires? But
the part of me that still had control knew this might be my only chance.
She smiled at me tenderly and I felt my worries fading away. "Oh, poor
Tristan. I'm sorry. I don't want to frighten you. Trust me Tristan, you're
safe with me." She reached out with her foot, lightly rubbing it against my
still hard cock. "Its just for the weekend, sweetie. You want to please me
don't you?"
I moaned softly, my eyes starting to close. She was right I was safe
with her. What had I been thinking? She was so gentle. So loving, she was my
mistress. I lived to please her. I would do anything for her. Anything she
wanted me too. She would keep me safe.
"Yes, mistress. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to question you. I said I
would do anything you wanted, I want to do anything you want me to." Something
in my head started screaming that there was something wrong, that I was letting
my one chance slip through my fingers. But the voice was nothing compared to
the sweet loving look in her eyes and the feeling of her soft toes rubbing
gently over my cock. I fought the voice down until I couldn't even hear it
anymore, until all I could hear was her voice, and all I could feel was her
divine touch.
"Its okay, my pet. Why don't you just sit on the couch and stroke your
beautiful cock while I get everything ready for you?" She smiled at me and I
soon found myself on the couch, stroking my cock just like she told me to.
She went into the kitchen and came back in carrying the tray with the
syringe and the drug. She sat next to me and leaned down kissing me tenderly on
the forehead. I watched as she measured out the dose, it hardly even registered
with me that she mumbled about needing to increase the dosage in light of my
protests. I had to stop stroking my cock for her to inject me, but she moved my
hand back to my cock right after I did. I smiled as I felt the drug taking
effect, pretty soon I was lying on the couch, unable to continue stroking my
cock, unable to even move.
"Listen to my voice Tristan. You are very relaxed. You are safe here.
This is a safe place. Pay attention to my voice. You are very relaxed. Your
muscles are relaxing, your eyes are goring heavy. You are very relaxed. This
is a safe place. Listen to my voice. Concentrate on my voice. Block out
everything else but my voice. My voice is safe, my voice is relaxing. Pay
attention to nothing else but my voice." I felt my entire body relax, and soon
true enough; all I was aware of was her voice. "When you hear me count to three
you will fall into a deep, deep, sleep, the only thing you will be able to
attend is my voice. You must pay attention to my voice. My voice is relaxing,
my voice is safe. When I count to three you will fall into a place where only
my voice matters, where you can do nothing except what my voice tells you. One.
Two. Three."
This time I don't remember anything, not her putting on the headphones,
not what they played over and over again. I simply remember waking up on the
couch, Sarah sitting across from me, this time writing in her own notebook. She
looked up, as always attentive to everything I did.
"Welcome back, honey." She smiled that sweet little smile at me.
"Thank you, mistress." I smiled back at her.
"I think we need to get out of the apartment for a bit, would you like
to go on a little shopping trip?"
"That sounds nice, mistress."
She smiled and told me to go get dressed. She had already changed into
a light flower print sundress. It looked amazing on her and I could feel my
heart beating faster just sitting there looking at her. I grabbed my suitcase
and pulled out a pair of Dockers and a polo shirt. When I was ready she grabbed
her purse and keys.
"You look nice, honey."
"Thank you mistress, you look beautiful." I smiled at her shyly.
She laughed sweetly and then took my hand, "When we're out in public you
don't have to call me mistress, it could get embarrassing."
I chuckled at that and nodded, following her out of the apartment. We
took the elevator down to the parking lot in the basement and got into her car.
It was a sporty little convertible. She looked perfect in it.
I don't know the streets of the city very well, since I usually take the
bus wherever I go. I soon had no idea where she was taking us, but she seemed
sure of herself, with a specific destination in mind. I was surprised that she
was still incredibly easy to talk to. We didn't have a silent moment through
the whole drive, and I almost forgot the things we had been doing in her
apartment.
We eventually pulled up to a nice little restaurant. I suddenly
realized that I was incredibly hungry. We got a little table out on the patio
to enjoy the sunny day. I thought more and more about how comfortable I was
around her, marveling since I usually have a lot of trouble talking to girls. I
began to think more and more about how much this was like an actual date. Every
once in a while she would grab my hand and squeeze it lightly, and a few times
she even leaned over and gave me a light kiss. I was in heaven.
She paid for the lunch and we were once again in her convertible, once
again I was completely lost. I was about to ask where we were going when she
turned off into the parking lot of an unassuming little building with a sign out
front that was in French. I have no idea what it meant.
I followed her inside and was shocked when I realized that it was a
rather expensive lingerie store. It was nearly empty, in fact, it seemed to me
as if the only person there was the pretty little blonde behind the register.
She looked up as we walked in and walked over with a smile on her face.
"Sarah, good to see you again." She held out her hand to Sarah, who
shook it with a smile on her face, and then turned to me, "You didn't lie, he is
a cutie!"
"Oh yes, he is. Tristan, this is Natasha, an old friend." She smiled
as I shook Natasha's hand. I was a bit uncomfortable, this was the first time I
had ever been in a lingerie store in my life and the models on the walls and all
the beautiful undergarments were causing my cock to harden in my pants. I was
afraid that Natasha would notice.
"So what exactly is it you're looking for today?" Natasha asked.
"Well, my pretty, little slut needs to get a start on his entire
wardrobe." Sarah replied.
At the words "my pretty, little slut" I felt like I'd been hit with a
cold bucket of water. I didn't even register what she said. I was suddenly
completely aware of all the beautiful lingerie around me and it was
overwhelming. I just wanted to touch the soft silky things, to bury myself in
them. I wanted them all, the whole store. My cock sprang instantly rock hard,
creating a tent in the front of my pants. It also made me acutely aware of the
fact that I was wearing a pair of boxer shorts. Why would I be wearing those?
Wearing nothing would be preferable to wearing something as masculine and
disgusting as boxer shorts! I started to squirm; oblivious to the amused looks
the two women were casting at me. I had to get these damn boxer shorts off! I
couldn't stand them. I looked at Sarah imploringly.
She smiled at me and arched an eyebrow, "What is it?"
I groped in my mind for the words to explain this without embarrassing
myself further in front of Natasha, "Um, I don't feel so good, do you think we
could go?"
They both laughed and Sarah said, "No, we can't leave yet, we haven't
gotten what we came for here."
"Please, I really don't feel well." I couldn't take my eyes off the
beautiful underwear all around me. It made me feel even worse to be surrounded
by such beautiful things and still be wearing my boxer shorts, I felt like I was
going to die.
"What's wrong exactly?" If I had looked at her I would have seen the
sly smile on her lips and the amusement in her eyes, but I was too busy drinking
in the sights of the lingerie around me.
"I um, I..." I mumbled incoherently, unable to figure out how to explain
it to her without Natasha understanding.
"Tristan, tell me right now what is wrong, right now." Her voice was
edged with irritation at my reticence.
I felt tears flood my eyes and my face heat as it turned dark red. I
had to tell her now I couldn't disobey her. I had to tell her right in front of
Natasha, I thought I might die of shame. "I, I can't st-stand the feel of my
b-boxers, mistress."
They both laughed as I stared at the ground, my interest in the lingerie
overcome by my shame at saying such a thing in front of a total stranger. Sarah
reached up and wiped a tear away gently.
"Then take them off, it's okay."
I balked, my eyes jumping up to meet hers, and then I looked at Natasha
and made a strangled sound. I didn't move. "Please, please...I can't stand it
anymore...please can we leave?"
Sarah smiled at me, her eyes hot and boring into mine, "No. We're not
leaving. You can either take off your boxers right here, or you can leave them
on, it doesn't matter to me, but if you ask to leave one more time I am going to
get upset and I'll have to punish you."
Tears started streaming down my face. I kept squirming, the boxers
growing more and more uncomfortable with each passing second. Sarah and Natasha
started talking about lingerie, something about sizes I guess, I was too
miserable to pay attention to exactly what they were saying. They weren't
really paying attention to me anymore either, suddenly I got an idea, I looked
up and found a changing room and started walking toward it.
"Where do you think you're going?" Sarah called after me.
"I'm going to go take my boxers off." I turned back to her, still
staring at the floor, the uncomfortableness of the boxers multiplying tenfold as
I felt the solution so near at hand.
"No you're not. Those are for women to change in. If you want out of
those boxers you can take them off right here."
I couldn't stand it anymore, I thought I was going crazy, but I couldn't
take them off in front of Natasha either, it was too embarrassing. I started
sobbing, unable to hold it in any longer. I felt Sarah come over and embrace
me, one hand gently cupping the back of my head and guiding it down onto her
shoulder.
"Shhh, its okay, sweetie. As soon as you take those boxers off we can
start picking out things for you. Don't you want some pretty panties of your
own? Natasha and I are going to pick out the prettiest things in the store for
you to try on, don't you want to look pretty for your mistress? Don't you want
to wear some pretty little panties home instead of those ugly boxers?" She
whispered it all in my ear, her voice gentle but urgent. Her breath washed
hotly across my ear and I felt my cock stiffen again at what she was saying.
All I had to do was take my boxers off and soon I could be wearing some of the
beautiful panties that surrounded me. I could wear them home! If she would let
me get enough I might not ever have to wear boxers again. My hands flew down
and undid my belt and pants. I kicked off my shoes frantically and slid the
boxers off. Nothing could have felt better than having those nasty boxers off
of my cock, at least nothing other than having a pair of pretty, silk panties on
it instead.
I stood there with my cock jutting out just underneath the hem of my
polo shirt, tenting it out lewdly. I flushed red with embarrassment at being
almost naked in front of a stranger and with excitement at the thought of the
panties and stockings and such that surrounded me.
"You look silly. Take off that shirt too." Sarah said as I stood
there.
"Yeah, it's hiding the best part." Natasha giggled.
I flushed deep red, and I could feel tears running down my face in
shame, but I didn't want to disobey Sarah anymore. I was afraid that if I made
her mad she might not get me any panties, or worse yet she might make me put the
boxers back on! The thought was too much to bear. I reached down and pulled the
shirt over my head. Sarah smiled at me, her eyes drifting down to my hard cock
jutting out.
Natasha clapped with glee and giggled, "Oh he's perfect! You made him
shave too! Such a slim little body, except for that cock he looks just like a
little girl!"
I blushed a deep red, but I felt my cock growing even harder at the
compliment. I looked like a girl! I loved the thought. I imagined myself in
the pretty clothes all around me and felt my knees go weak and my head lighten
as even more blood rushed to my already engorged cock.
Sarah smiled at Natasha, and then turned to me. "Now ask Miss Natasha
to find you some pretty little panties to wear, slut."
I gulped in a breath of air, still ashamed at my behavior, but the
thought of getting to slide panties on and feel their silky smoothness on my
cock made that a secondary consideration. I would have done anything to be
allowed to wear panties. I turned to Natasha, my eyes downcast. "Please will
you find me some pretty panties to wear?"
Sarah stepped forward and slapped me hard across the face. "That's not
the proper way to address one of my friends, slut! I can see I've been too
lenient with you. I have half a mind to make you put those boxers back on and
wear them for the rest of the weekend."
I reached up and touched my cheek tenderly; it stung something fierce
from her slap. I burst into tears at her threat. If she made in I me wear
those boxers again I would die, I was sure of it. I fell to my knees before
her, my shoulders shaking with sobs I couldn't control. "P-please mistress...
I'm so sorry, I won't ever do it again. Please let me make it up to you. I'll
do anything, but please don't make put on those, those b-boxers. I'll do
anything you want."
I couldn't see it through my tears but Sarah smiled at me amusedly.
"Crawl over to Miss Natasha and beg her to forgive you for disrespecting her.
I'll leave it in her hands what to do with you."
I felt my sobs redouble at the shame of not only being naked and already
begging to be allowed to wear panties, but having to crawl over to a perfect
stranger and beg her to forgive me. But there was no way I could disobey Sarah,
she was my mistress, and I didn't want her to get so mad she made me wear the
boxers again. So, I crawled over to Natasha over the cold marble tiles of the
floor.
"Please Miss Natasha, forgive me. I am so sorry, I'll never let it
happen again."
"Hm, maybe you won't. But I don't know if such a disrespectful little
slut deserves to wear pretty panties, I think a nasty rude little slut like you
should wear boxers." She looked down at me, and her eyes were filled with none
of the tenderness that Sarah's usually were.
I panicked. What could I possibly do to convince her to let me wear the
panties? I threw myself down, kissing her feet through the straps of the
sandals she was wearing. Totally abasing myself before her, my tears dripping
down onto her feet as I leaned over them, my breathing coming in ragged gasps.
"Please Miss Natasha, please! I'll do anything you want! Oh please let me make
it up to you!"
I heard her laugh, but I kept kissing and begging and crying. "Anything
slut? Hm, well maybe a bad, little boy like you just needs a spanking. I don't
know though, you were quite rude..."
"Oh yes please! Spank me! Punish me! I was such a bad little slut! I
deserve to be spanked, Miss Natasha! Please punish me with a spanking!" I
couldn't believe I was actually begging to be spanked by a perfect stranger,
that I actually did want to be spanked rather than have to wear my boxers.
Natasha teased me a little more, letting me continue to beg for a
spanking, kissing her shoes, even licking the soles slavishly when she lifted
them up. Finally she agreed that she would spank me and if I was very good and
didn't try to get away she would pick out some panties for me to try on. I was
so relieved; I loved her almost as much as I loved Sarah. She forgave me! I
wouldn't have to wear the boxers! I would have done anything to avoid it,
anything she asked.
She made me follow her over to a couch that was sitting outside of the
dressing rooms. She walked quickly so I had to scramble on the cold marble to
keep up. My knees felt like someone had taken a hammer to them by the time I
reached the couch, but I was awaiting my spanking eagerly. The sooner I got it
over with, the sooner I could start trying on panties!
"Get up across my lap, slut. I'm going to spank you until I get tired
of it, if you try to get away then I'll make you put on your boxers and leave my
store, and I won't ever let you buy panties here." She said it sternly as she
took off the light suit jacket that covered her silk cream-colored blouse.
I had thought she was pretty before, but now I realized that her breasts
were even bigger than Sarah's and just as shapely. I still preferred
brunette's, but I felt my cock get hard again as I spied the outline of a lacy
bra through then thin silk and imagined burying my face in her big, soft
breasts. She noticed that and laughed cruelly. She reached down and hiked her
skirt up a little bit, exposing the garter line of her stocking tops. I
wondered what she was doing when she pulled off her panties. Even as she was
wadding them up I could see the dark wet spot in the crotch. Apparently she was
as excited by my antics as I was becoming by hers.
"And I don't want you making any noise. A little sissy boy like you is
bound to start wailing and crying, so I'm going to help you out."
With that she reached forward and stuffed the panties into my mouth
forcefully. She didn't stop until they were all the way inside of my mouth. I
moaned and gagged a little, then my mouth adjusted to the intrusion. I could
taste her juices in the panties and I shivered, my cock jerking at my waist.
She leaned back and slapped one of her thighs lightly.
"Get up here slut. I want you across my lap."
I climbed up onto the couch and positioned myself across her lap,
squirming around to get my hips centered in the middle of it. I felt her reach
down and grab my cock, then slide it until it was encased between her thighs. I
moaned into the gag at the feeling of her soft, stocking-clad thighs encasing my
throbbing cock. I was afraid for a moment that I was going to come right then
and there! Luckily she saved me by pinching me sharply on the ass, causing me
to shout, though luckily the panties muffled the sound into something akin to a
surprised grunt.
I've always had a really low pain threshold. As a kid I wasn't able to
play sports because of it. I don't know why it is, but I know that things that
other people seem to shake off with no trouble can make tears flood my eyes.
It's not exactly that I can't take the pain, but a stubbed toe usually has me
sitting down and cursing for minutes, where as other people just seem to be able
to walk it off without much trouble. I figured that the spanking wouldn't
really be a big deal, just kind of some playful swats that wouldn't really hurt.
I was wrong.
Smack! She must've gotten her whole arm behind that swing. I could
feel my ass tingling, as I screamed into the gag. Smack! I couldn't believe
how much it hurt. Smack! I felt tears flood into my eyes and I started to
squirm, tensing as I anticipated the next blow. Smack! I bawled into the gag,
bucking on her lap. Only the thought of the boxers kept me from jumping off her
lap right then and there.
By the tenth slap tears were running freely down my face and my ass felt
like it was on fire. By the twentieth I was starting to wonder if the boxers
wouldn't be preferable to this. I couldn't believe how much force she could get
into each slap. Even though she was alternating cheeks I felt like she had
broken the skin or something it hurt so much. I was babbling into the panties,
begging incoherently for her to stop, no longer even able to think clearly
enough to try to get away. Then I noticed a different sensation. My cock was
rubbing up and down in between her thighs, sending sharp jolts of pleasure
through my body each time she brought her hand down. By number forty I was
unabashedly humping her beautiful thighs, the pain and pleasure mixing in my
head. My ass rising to meet each slap, then my hips thrusting down to take my
cock back into the soft silky crevasse of her thighs. I couldn't tell the
difference between the pain and pleasure anymore.
"What a slut, he loves it!" I heard Natasha laugh sadistically. My
face flushed bright red as I realized she was right, but I didn't stop, I
couldn't, I was out of control.
"Yeah, you two look incredible, so sexy. His ass is the color of a
strawberry." I hadn't even realized that Sarah had come over I was so caught up
in the pleasure and pain of the vicious spanking.
"Did you do this to him?" Natasha sounded a bit out of breath, but the
pace of her spanking didn't slow in the slightest.
"No. I was planning to, but I'm still going through the fetishes right
now. This is all him." Sarah sounded pleased, but I really wasn't paying
attention to anything but the slaps on my ass and the feel of Natasha's thighs
on my cock.
"Wow, you're a lucky girl Sarah. He'll be unbelievable when you finish
with him." The spanking started getting harder, as if Natasha took it as I
challenge that I was enjoying it.
"Of course he will. See if you can make him come." Sarah was out of
breath now too, I managed a glance over at her and saw her sitting in chair
across from us, her dress pulled up to her hips and one hand buried in her
panties rubbing frantically while the other was inside her top playing with one
of her prefect breasts.
"Are you joking? He'll make a mess, I can't leave something like that
on one of the couches here, this place opens in two hours."
"He'll clean it up, don't worry, he loves to lick up his own come."
"Alright, but he better do a good job." With this Natasha increased
both the pace and the force of the spanking. I felt her thighs tighten around
my thrusting cock. I was out of my mind. The pain was unbearable, the pleasure
unbelievable. I felt like she had stripped the skin off my ass, I felt like my
cock was going to explode. I could hear Sarah start moaning and gasping with
pleasure from the chair across from us. Somehow it wasn't quite enough to get
me over the edge. Then I looked over at her and met her deep, hot, sexy eyes.
She licked her lips seductively and mouthed the words 'come you little whore.'
My cock exploded instantly. My hips jack-hammering into Natasha's sweet thighs.
I felt like I was pumping gallons of come. The whole time I stared into Sarah's
eyes as her body too tensed and bucked with an orgasm.
Natasha continued spanking me until I stopped thrusting into her and
collapsed across her lap. My body was covered with a thin sheen of sweat. I
started sobbing as the release of my passion caused the pain from my abused ass
to flood into my mind untempered by the pleasure of my cock. Natasha let me
rest there a moment, stroking my ass gently until I had the sobbing under
control, then she pushed me off her lap into a kneeling position on the floor.
I looked up into her eyes, eyes filled with the passion that she had been unable
to release with me on her lap.
"You want to lick it up don't you, cumslut?" Sarah asked from behind
me, placing a special emphasis on the last word.
It hit me like a thunderbolt. I looked down at Natasha's thighs and I
could see the streaks of my come marring her beautiful white stockings. Could
see it pooling up on the couch cushion and glistening wetly on her soft white
thighs. There was so much of it! It was everywhere. I normally lick up my own
come after I masturbate, imagining that some mistress is telling me to. I've
never really liked the taste, but I have always like the thought of being made
to do it. This was different, my mouth watered for it. I wanted nothing more
than to lick up every last little bit, to savor every drop. I even forgot about
the panties surrounding me, instead thinking only about the ones in my mouth,
wishing more than anything that they weren't there so I could suck up all the
beautiful come right in front of me.
"Clean up your mess, slut," Natasha leaned forward and yanked the
panties roughly out of my mouth, spreading her thighs to give me access. Tears
of gratitude flooded my eyes and I let out a moan of unadulterated pleasure as
the obstacle was removed. I dove forward, burying my face in the cushion and
sucking up the sweet come as quickly as I could. Letting it roll around in my
mouth before swallowing it to make room for more. I was amazed to feel my cock
swelling to hardness again, after I had come so hard only a few moments before.
I found every little bit of my come on the couch, then licking my lips to make
sure I had gotten every bit in my mouth I turned to Natasha's thighs.
Nothing could have come between me and that come except a direct order
from Sarah, and maybe not even that. I moved foreword even farther, gathering
up every drop that covered those silky white stockings, and then savoring the
bits on the exposed flesh above them. I licked my lips again to make sure it
was all in my mouth, then started to settle back on my heels, disappointed that
there was no more, wishing my mistress would let me come again so I could eat
more of my come.
"Oh, no you little slut. You got your orgasm, now it's my turn."
Natasha grabbed me roughly by the hair and smashed my face into her pussy. She
smelled and tasted different than my mistress, not bad though; she was just as
intoxicating. But she didn't want the same things as Sarah had. Instead of
letting me lick her she kept hold of my hair and mashed my face against her as
she humped her wet pussy up and down until I was soaked with her juices. When
she came her thighs clamped down so hard on my head, and she pulled so hard on
my hair that I was afraid she might either rip it out or suffocate me with her
sweet pussy. It was so long before she let up that I was actually starting to
see spots and felt a little lightheaded. She kept hold of my hair though until
I had used my mouth to clean up all the come that glistened on her thighs and
pussy lips. I found myself once again licking my lips, then furtively running
my fingers along my face to gather up the juices there and then licking them
clean.
She smiled at me amusedly and I blushed deep red, but I kept on until I
had gotten every drop of her come too. She looked up over my shoulder at Sarah,
"I take it that was your work?"
"I told you not to worry, Nat." Sarah smiled from where she stood,
readjusting her dress until it hung pristinely once more.
"Who was worried?" They both laughed.
"I think its time we found him something more fitting to wear." Sarah
looked down at me smiling tenderly. "He does look cute like that, but I just
can't wait until you seem him in a pair of panties and stockings."
"That can be arranged." They both laughed again.
I flushed even darker red at the thought, but my cock got even harder if
that's possible. "Thank you mistress, thank you Miss Natasha."
Sarah's smile could have rivaled the sun for brightness, "Your welcome,
sweetie. Why don't you just sit on the couch here and play with your little
cock while we go find you some pretty little panties to wear?"
I nodded obediently and moved to a seated position on the couch, wincing
as my ass came in contact with the cushion, even though it was incredibly soft.
I immediately grabbed hold of my cock and started stroking it slowly, sighing
with pleasure and looking around at all the beautiful lingerie in the store.
Every time a drop of precum would appear at the tip I would run my finger across
it and suck it clean hungrily. Natasha and Sarah moved through the store,
carefully examining the different selections for ones that they thought would
look good on me. I couldn't count the pairs of panties I tried on over the next
hour and a half, not to mention stockings, garters, merry widows, and almost
every other type of lingerie imaginable. I ended up with at least twenty pairs
of panties that were judged good enough to take home, almost as many pairs of
stockings, several nighties, a sexy silk robe, and even half a dozen bras, which
I didn't understand.
I ended up wearing a pair of sheer white panties with lace around the
edges and little pink bows at the hips, and a matching pair of thigh-high
stockings under my Dockers. In fact, I'd just finished getting dressed when the
first of Natasha's coworkers arrived to start the workday. I flushed red when
Natasha introduced us and my heart pounded, sure that yet another stranger was
about to know the perverse events I was being subjected to, but neither Sarah
nor Natasha said a word to her, instead Natasha simply finished ringing Sarah up
and invited her to come back again soon.
"I'm sure I'll see you around, Tristan." The look in her and Sarah's
eyes was all the confirmation I needed to be sure of it too.
"Thank you, Miss Natasha, I look foreword to it." I couldn't quite meet
her eyes as I said that, but I felt my cock throbbing in my pants.
I followed Sarah out to her car carrying all the bags. It was only
fair, I thought blushing, they were all for me after all. I put them in the
trunk and got in the car. Sarah leaned over and kissed me passionately, her
tongue forcing its way past my lips and stroking eagerly into my mouth. That
kiss seemed to last forever, I could barely breath by the end of it, and I
moaned with delight as she bit my lip lightly before leaning back and pulling
out of the parking lot.
"You're such a sweetie." Once again she emphasized the last words and I
felt a change come over me. I was still very much aware of the panties and
stockings I had on, and the boxes and bags full of them in the trunk. I was
even still aroused by them, but they were no longer the only things I could
think about.
"Um, thanks, you too," I mumbled lamely, a bit taken aback by the
change.
She looked over at me and smiled, "Don't be worried, I just deactivated
the suggestions I used on you in there. Since you already fantasized about them
you might experience some leakage." When I just stared at her blankly she
continued, "What I mean is it might intensify those fantasies."
"Oh, okay, that's alright," I smiled at her reassuringly, in case she
was afraid I would be upset.
"Good, cause now we have to get back home for tonight's treatment. I
want you to have a clear head when we start." She smiled at me softly, that
amused look back in her eyes.
Oh boy, I thought, here we go again.
