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“Oh! excuse me,” Tiffany said in a startled tone, shocking me awake from my intoxicating stupor as I enveloped the aroma of the decadent delicate I’d discovered in my exploration of her dirty laundry. I had been caught red handed, standing in her room holding a precious pair of her purple panties to my face in one hand while my other depressed at the distending underwear, bulging from my open fly.

I fumbled around foolishly, nearly falling over, as I watched her turn and storm off down the hall, clearly seeing what I had started to do before she abruptly stumbled upon me perving over her impure panties.

“Tiffy wait,” I whisper as I tossed my trophy back in the her hamper and attempted to zip up my pants ineptly while giving feckless chase. “Tiffany,” I called out in hushed tone so as not to alert her sister, my wife, to the events unfolding. “Tiffany wait!” I plead watching her from across the large family room reach for the door knob to the back patio, she stop for mire second to flash me a, you’re in trouble, look before heading out to where I had left the siblings chatting so I could slip away for some personal alone time.

Panic stricken at the fact she surely would expose my devious discretion to her sister which most assuredly, would never let me live it down, but could result in ruining my marriage altogether. My heart raced rapidly as my mind attempted to make up a list of possible excuses that I could use to get a out of this jam while I too reached the door and attempted to compose myself before jostling out to join them.

“I couldn’t find it, but I’ll look again later.” Tiffany said as she rounded the table and sat smiling at me opposite her sister. “I’ll tell you what I did spy however,” she started as a lump formed in my throat and I begged with my eyes she stop, “was your husband…,” she gave a short pause, glaring at me, as I could mentally feel her fist, firmly tighten around my testicles, “working on the laundry.”

I took a breath in relief, as she granted a great reprieve.

“Yes he does that from time to time,” Jessica respond. “It’s a bit of an obsession of his.”

Shocked at first by her sisters response, she realized that her sister assumed I was actually putting in a load to be washed. “…I could see that,” she said as she focused on the word ‘obsession’, knowing that what she saw was in no way me doing laundry but her brother-in-law law beginning to abased himself like a bad little boy while promiscuously playing with a pair or her panties. “The way he secretly slipped away to ‘shoot’ his, I mean, in a load…,” she paused insinuatingly as she turned her attention to me, “into the wash…when you should be keeping your ‘guest’ entertained.”

“It’s not like it’s hard and was going to take him that long,” Jessica said in response, unwittingly playing into her word play.

Tiff laughed before asking “Is it hard,” pausing for an answer with her site set on me, as I had joined them now in hopes that she would not share my secret, knowing that what she meant had nothing to do with the laundry but instead aimed at the indecent erection I was attempting to suppress that I had strained to stuff back in my shorts while I scurried to catch up to her. “I mean it looked hard...” she quietly fainted a coughed that was more a snicker and continued, “splitting out the whites, lights, darks and...’delicates’,” she accented leeringly, “...and what I can only imagine you trying to determine how…’dirty’,” again highlighting the word,”…the article was.” She toyed, as I was caught sniffing at the crotch and she was playing as if it was to see if they needed to be washed.

I struggled to speak as my mouth was dry from the anxiety of the moment. I attempted to clear my throat as Jessica stepped in “oh he’s gotten much better at that,” referring to the sorting which she assumed was what her sister was getting at, “when he started he use to mix it all together, but now he knows what to do with the darks, lights and whites, but I just have him wash the whites and delicates in one load.”

“Not mine…I make sure my delicates are done right,” Tiffany teased referring to how I was playing with them without permission.

“Do you need him to throw something in with ours,” Jessica questioned, I was sure wondering why as she just arrived last night, how much laundry could she have, but not knowing what the conversation was really about she was just following where it literally went.

“Not now but maybe later this week,” as Tiffany slid out her chair to stand. “I’m going to get a drink,” she stated.

I quickly stood and offering to help, “let me show you what we have. Jess would you like anything while we’re up?” I encouraged my wife to stay there as this would provide me an opportunity to privately proffer some excuse for my actions.

“Sure I’ll take a soda,” Jessica said waiting for our return as I followed Tiffany in the house.

Finally we were alone but the silence froze my words and Tiffany didn’t seem to let me off the hook as she worked at getting out glasses, “would you please get me a soda, too?” She sent me off to the garage to fetch the drinks.

As I returned she stood at the counter two glasses with ice waiting, she reached for one can and popped it open pouring it in the glass. I followed her lead standing beside her waiting once again for the shoe to fall and her to break the silence, but all she did was stand there letting the tension rise to a climax. As the last drop fell from her can she leaned into my ear and whispered, “you can relax, I’m not going to say anything…” She then slapped my ass playfully enthusing my ember as she grabbed the one I finished pouring, and started for the door. “I think you have some laundry to do” she spouted walking towards the door. “…Just leave mine,” she followed up before turning to look me in the eye and directly stating, “…for now.”

I turned to walk towards her but was rendered uncomfortable by the constriction of my lengthening limb compressed in my cords, causing me to clinch and step awkwardly, soliciting from her a smile and soft giggle, “I’ll let Jessica know you went back to work,” as she winked and went back out.

I was still a bit unsure about her and what she might say, but I had to trust her at that point, as I was in no position to parade my protruding pant line in front of my wife.

The rest of the evening was rather tame until I woke up after midnight and went out to the kitchen for water. I typically wake up in the night and wonder out for a drink and that night was no different, but in my drowsiness I had forgotten the guest that was staying with us. That was until I was walking through the family room on my way to the kitchen when I heard my sisters-in-law’s soft voice whisper, “Thirsty?”

I turned to face her relaxing in the corner chair by the fire with a book in her hand. Her sleek shape was sheathed in a sexy satin royal purple chemise that was barely long enough to extend below her body. Peeking out from underneath the exposed aurora, I peered the pair of panties I had principally picked to played with earlier that day which sent me into a daze with desire. The dream state did not allow me to apprehend that I slept in the nude, and had forgot any reason to grab a robe, thus my ripening rod was revealed to her. Swiftly, I stepped back behind the chair beside me, but not soon enough for her not to notice my humiliating little hardness that had been set into motion by her majesty.

She shifted in her seat which further exposed the alluring undies to my eyes eliciting an intense erection that although she could no longer see I’m sure it was assumed from my struggling expression. “Were you going to get a drink of water?” She questioned

“Ye..” I coughed softly clearing my throat, “yes I..I was.”

“Good, bring me one too,” she smiled sinfully before accentuating it with, “…Please.” She then sat there staring me down, as if daring me to do it.

Now, I never felt ashamed of my body, I mean I worked out and was fairly fit for my age and if it wasn’t for broadened burden between my legs I think I would have obeyed in an instant. It’s one thing to walk naked with a semi swinging at my step, but it’s quiet another matter when my little man it set to lead the way, deposing the lack of control I have over my member while displaying its overwhelming desire to do as she delights. I have to admit I’d dreamt of this moment many times, when I would sneak a smell of her lovely lower lingerie, to show off what just the sight of her panties does to me, but fear had me frozen. Was I going to let my lack of courage rob me of what maybe my only opportunity to openly expose myself in hopes she’d maybe allow me to smell the succulents of her silky short while they were being worn? I took a deep breath and jutted out my chest before stepping to the kitchen, following my form as it firmly pointed the way.

I stopped at the cabinet to retrieve two glasses, posing my posterior for her prying eyes to picture before swiveling around to shine the spot light of her gaze on my perky performer that warmed to the embrace of her eyes. Stammering softly, “would you like ice?” I questioned as I attempted to overcome the embarrassment by allowing her to look, hoping she would like what she saw.

She paused as if to ponder the question which kept me completely in her field of vision, eyes centered on my little soldier that stood at her attention. She shifted her gaze to mine with a slinky smile and slowly lick her upper lip as if to alert me she was enjoying the show. “Ice would be nice” she said in a seductive slur, before she resumed her regard to my rigid state which caused it to jump jovially soliciting a soft snicker to which I stepped behind the counter to continue my chore.

I quickly prepared two glasses of water and when ready breath deep once more before being lead back to her leer by my drawn little driver that directed me and dancing as I approached her and stood for her inspection, while offering her the glass. “Your water madam,” I presented as the pulse of my pointing prod pranced.

“Thank you,” she said as she looked up into my eyes before ogling my entire openness examining my nakedness as if it was expected. “Cheers,” she chaffed, as she impishly tipped the icy glass to my embellished inches, sending a shock to my system that almost had me drop the other glass. Gleefully she giggled before taking a sip and setting it on the stand beside her. She then lifted her book and reclining once again to read, ignoring the events as if it was normal to for me to be naked.

“May I get you something else?” I attempted to reach out craving her countenance and the continuation of the contest of her control.

“That will be all,” she stated with an inflection of instruction, as she dismissively disregarded my presence engrossing herself in the richness of the romance novel which she read.

Her fail fueled my fantasy as she pretended I was not even present, insignificant to her amusement while standing there in my naughty state of nakedness. Perplexed by her power I contemplated crumbling before her and confessing my yearning for her to use me. My thoughts of the many times, I have holster my hard on in my hand to hump it with her panties placed over my face, feasting on the fascinating fragrance of her fold. What desire I have for her domination to drive me to do whatever she may want for her pleasure as my perfection.

“Don’t you think my sister might get a little lonely if she were to wake and not find you laying next to her?” Tiffany broke the silence while still staring at her book, “after all what would she think if she wondered out here looking for you?”

My lustful longings caused my carrot to convulse and clamor for her care, as it began to ache and shake, sensing her slight. The intensity of the arousal sought satisfaction and took all my strength to resist stroking it right there as the frustration fill my form. Although I knew she was right, my little mind wanted more and writhed for its release.

Timidly, I turned not wanting to go but resolving to take matters into my own hand before getting to bed. she whispered, “good boy.”

“Good Night,” I returned as I headed towards the hall.

“We both know your not going strait to bed,” she caused me pause. “Feel free to picture my panties as you pound it out,” she girlishly giggled, embellishing on her tantalizing tease.

This surged my urge to purge my precious, sending me strait to my ensuite for a very…very short stroking before sipping back into sheets.

The next morning I awoke to my wife softly shaking my shoulder. “Wake up sleepy head,” she said. “I need to make the bed.” She circled the foot of the bed as I slowly woke, “so, I hear you put on quite an adults only show last night.”

“What do you mean,” I stammered as I sat up rubbing my eyes, pretending not to remember the events of the after hours erotica. The mere remembrance rekindle my rigidity, that I hoped would pass as my morning wood when I stood to stretch, distressing Tiffany had disclosed what I had done.

“Well, Tiffany said late after midnight you went out sleepwalking for a drink of water. You then walked over to the middle of the family room and stood there a bit before she sent you to bed when she said ‘that will be all’...Do you remember any of it?” Sensing that I seemed a bit jolted while I combed my mind for an excuse.

“Nope,” I denied, attempting to hide my indiscretions of the evening.

“Well then you’ll love the best part,” she smiled. “You did it all in your ‘birthday suit’…and she said you appeared rather overly excited shall we say,” in a alluringly sarcastic tone ”…just as you are right now,” she laughed letting me know she had noticed my morning mast. “Told you, you should wear something to bed. That’s payback for you,” she jeered as she enjoyed my embarrassment. “You better apologize to my sister for your inappropriate little dirty display,” she scolded, “and hope you can get over your humiliation because you’re going out shopping with her all day…I have to work and won’t be home until late.”

“Ok,” I feigned reluctance when really I looked forward to talking with her sister and the hot humiliation that assuredly would go along with it. I then went in to shower and readied for the day as my wife left for work.

Once dressed I went out to search for my sister-in-law which to my surprise I found out on the back patio sun bathing with her back to the door. I stood at the door for a bit dwelling on what I would say and decided to fix her a glass of water, which I thought might revoke memories of the raunchy revue I had rendered the night before.

Stepping out on to the patio beside her I was taken aback by the sight of her in a skimpy white string bikini that hardly hid the high points of her hills and completely cast the contour of her cameltoe, leaving little to the imagination.

“Would you like a glass of water, madam,” I offered performing to part I played the night before.

“No,” she stated direct and decisively.

I slowly withdrew the glass as I stood over her ogling the awesome excellence of the angelic image apprehensively, as I attempted to observe her eyes from behind the dark tint of her sunglasses. I shuttered as after a long minute she raised her hand to lower the shades and lift her head slightly to stare directly at me as if to show her awareness of my meandering misdeeds. I braced expecting to be berated but all she said was, “you’re in my light.” To which I stepped back and turned to leave. “At least stand on the other side if you’re gonna stare.” Which once again cause me to stop dead in my tracks, pausing for what seemed like an eternity. As I started for the door she amped up the invite with “we know your little one eyed monster likes to look at me,” in a saucy slur.

My yearning little yoke yielded to the offer and I found myself stepping around to gaze at the glorious glow of her greatness. She smiled sensuously, allowing me to stand there as my prominence began to post in my pants. “Did you enjoy yourself last night, after you left,” she asked looking off as if disinterested and just sparking up a casual conversation.

The question far from causal however had me struggling for what to say. I mean how many are asked by your sister-in-law if you masturbated over her. It was almost a test to see how far I was willing to embarrass myself at her amusement. “Yes…I did….thank you,” as I showed appreciation for providing permission to play with myself to the image of her undies.

“Did you picture yourself as a dirty little panty sniffing pervert?” She prod

“No,” I paused. “I knelt before you, nuzzling my nose into naughtiness under your nighty while you were still wearing it,” I boldly breathed.

“And that made you cum?” She inquired insistently.

“Hard,” I heaved.

“Ill bet you bad little boy,” she scolded salaciously while standing up to showing off the thong back that beautifully accentuated her ass. She slipped on a pair of stiletto sandals sitting beside her, and glanced over her shoulder to gage my glare. “I need to slip out of this and into the shower now,” inducing the image of her soaping down her sleek wet skin, as she toyed with with my mind. “See if you can keep yourself from jerking off while I’m just down the hall,” she sarcastically seared, knowing I was about to bust a nut just basking in the beauty of her bronzed backside. She opened the door and then turned up the heat untying her top to let it drop to expose her bare back, then suggestively she slid her hands up her sides and curved them in to what I could tell cup them around her copious cones, giving them a squeeze, she pinched the perky pills at the peak and sighed sharply with a sexual allure, before stepping inside and shutting the door.

I nearly shot off in my shorts, stimulated by the salacious thought of her touching herself and how she looked to be turned on by it. The tension in my pants was taught tight as I then watched through the window wanting more. I waited for her to appear and she did not disappoint as seconds past before she showed, now stripped naked, to nonchalantly saunter across the room, careful to allow me only to see what she willed. she kept me captivated by the beauty of her bikini less bottom that left her ass absolutely unobstructed, and gave me a brief glimpse of her glorious side boob before she disappeared down the hall. If not for her direction to deny my delight I would have pull it out right then for a release, but she seemed to want to test my restraint and I was resolved to play along.

I picked up top she had tossed aside in her tease before opening the door to find the scant stings of what was left of her suit dropped just inside. I reached to pick it up and my prominence pounded as I pictured the small patch that had preserved her precious power, discerning the slight drizzle left by her delight. Irresistibly, I lifted it to let my nose to get a whiff of her wetness, which waned at my will and precipitated me to pull down my pants and pluck at the pulsing product of her perfume. I licked at the lavished lubricant while I began to rub my rigidness roughly. I had tasted her panty waste before but never so fresh as to still be fluid, and the fascination made me so fucking firm.

“Don’t you have any self control,” she snickered, reentering the room with a towel wrapped around her.

Surprised at her appearance I stumbled on the shorts dropped down around my ankles and fell to the floor with a, “Fuck!”

“More like masturbating I’d say,” she laughed heaving on the humiliation as she then helped me to my feet. “I was wondering if your wife had and extra razor.”

“Suuuree,” I slurred as I attempted to pull up my pants.

“Not so fast naughty boy,” she slapped my hands away, causing my shorts to drop back down. “I thought I asked you to show some restraint…Were you licking my bikini bottoms?” She shined, both surprised and sickened.

“I’m sorry,” I stood there like a shy little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. The tension mounted as she waited for an answer and I caved slowly shaking my head affirmatively.

“That’s a dirty boy,” she admonished with a sharp slap to my bare butt. “Did you even think to ask if you could taste my things?” She said rhetorically, as she grab the strings from my hand acting upset. “Now show me where my sis keeps the extra razors,” she instructed in a punishing pronounce.

I cowered c***dishly as she stood waiting for me to obey, my kinky mind holding me hard at the intense degradation of being demeaned like a little boy. I slowly started to shuffle, with the short secured around my ankles, off down the hall and to the garage as she followed close behind, giggling like a schoolgirl at the site of her self abasing brother-in-law’s disgrace.

I retrieved a razor and turned to hand it to her. “Good,” she smiled devilishly as she spotted some tie straps on my workbench which she grabbed. “Bad boys that can’t control themselves get punished…so get naked,” she ordered, standing there impatiently waiting for me to completely disrobe. “Come on it’s not like you haven’t stood naked for me before,” referring to events of the evening before.

I did as she ordered and she spun me around and pulled my hands behind my back. The tie straps were then clicked around my wrists before she turn me back to face her. My emboldened ember dancing for her display, as the events had me so excited.

“Now, jerky boy since I can’t trust you not to touch yourself and play with with my things without permission, while I’m showering you’ll have to stay outside the bathroom and wait for me to set you free.” Lewdly she seized my shaft and led me back inside to the hall outside the bathroom, “stay here you panty waste licking pervert and don’t even think about rubbing up against anything while I’m in the shower.” She then turned and stepped into the bathroom dropping the towel for me to get a good look once again at her beautiful bare behind before shutting the door.

There I stood naked and bound, waiting for her so I could be set free as the shower started and I could hear her enter, enticing me to imagine the image of her walking naked into the water. Scenes of her shaving her lovely long legs and soaping down with the suds slowly sliding over her glorious globes, flashed in my mind. Several minutes pasted as I sunk further into the fantasy of following her in to the waters to bathe with her, attending to her excellence as if my hands were hers, stroking her slick soft skin as I slathered her in the shower gel. I wanted for her wet body to press against me, to feel our nakedness intertwine.

“Mmmm…” her soft silent moan mixed in my mind, as I at first believed it to be a part of my imagination. “Ahhhh…” hushed out from behind the door, as the sound of the shower shifted and spray turned to jets of a message. “Oooowww” She let out, enticing my attention.

What was going on in there? I started to wonder as the sensuous sounds slowly started to ramp up, mystifying my images of her. Was she masturbating, I started to wonder?

“Oh yeah!...right there….” I heard as my engine started to rev and my cob started to crave to be touched.

“Ooooh yes…” her overwhelming erotic enticements were increasing in volume and frequency as my poor confused creature started to cringe curiously, wondering why I was not attending to its want. “Oh yes that’s it…mmmm” was she really being such a bad girl? “Ok… ok…Oh, Give me that cock!” She was masturbating and the masterful music she was making was absolutely magical. She panted profusely, “Oh god give me more…Fuck…Fuck…Fuck….” her slurs were driving my dick wild with the wanton wish to be the cock she craved, to sink into her saucy slot and slosh around in the abyss of her ecstasy.

“Give me more of that manly muscle…Fuck yeah…Fuck me…Harder…” her haughty breath bellowed as she started to scale the cliffs to her climax. “Oh yeah…deeper…’deeper’,” she demanded as I pictured myself pounding away at her, struggling with my size to support her cries. “Fuck yesss…your dicks so big…’oh god, your dicks so big’…” I was near to bursting the bonds that bound my hand, as my bone begged to be beaten.

“Oh god yes..drill me deep…oh…god…yesssss” the bit between my legs wanted to drill through the door, believing at its emerging site she drop down and suck it. “Oh fuck,I want to cum so hard on that ‘big cock’,” she squill. “Oh god fuck me…oh fuck me deep…’Eli make me cum’….” she subjectively slapped my cock, letting me know it wasn’t my puny piece of shit that was plowing her pasture but her husbands huge hefty hard on that was hammering away at her hot wet hole. “Oh god.. Oh shit..Fuck. Fuck.. ‘Fuucccckkkkk’!!!! she screamed so loudly that I was sure anyone within a mile earshot would know she was cumming. “FFUUUCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!” She continued, climaxing harder than I had ever heard anyone before.

My cock cried out, as the picture of my pleasure in her pussy was replaced by her husbands raunchy ass and righteously large rod pistoning her pleasingly while I sat off to the side, holding my sad shitty little dick, stoking away to her supreme satisfaction as she enjoyed his enormous eel enforcing her eruption.

“Fuck…oh fuck…yesss…”she hissed, exhaling her excitement as she parachuted down the planetary peak of her powerful playfulness. ”Oh yeah..” she gasped, as gushing soft giggles breathlessly began to convey her complete contentment of the crowning event.

The sounds soon stilled and all I could hear was the shower spraying into the silence of the stall for several minutes before it too stopped and the door slid open. I heard her grab the bath sheet from the bar and she briskly brushed it over her body, using it to dry off a bit before she opened the bathroom door. The steam rushed into the hall, fogging up my glasses a bit before the image of her excellence appeared in the haze, wrapped tightly in the tiny towel that hardly held in the hotness of her humps and descended a mere inches below the beauty of her bounty. My slacking semi stiffen at her sight and stood at attention in honor of her appearance.

“Well that was rather relaxing,” she sighed with a smile, giving off the great glow of her gratification. She stretched splendidly toward the sky, openly expressing her utter enjoyment of the amazing aria I had appreciated. “Ow!” she expelled as the tuck of the towel untethered and she quick came down to catch it so as to not flash me her front, inciting my size to skip at the sight. She push the pleat back into place before teasingly raising her hand and plucking my protruding prod with her pointer, causing it to reverberate like a ruler, as it danced up and down in a decreasing display until it rested in its rigid state. “But it looks like someone’s still stiff as a board,” she slighted with a snicker. “Too bad you had to toy with yourself, or I might have let you watch,” she taunted as she turned and trailed off to her room.

I traced along behind bewildered by her banter, speculating if she would have really allowed me to survey her satisfying herself in the shower. That was until, she stepped into her room and the towel dropped to her hand so she could dry her hair, as she allowed me sight once more of the majestic majesty of her full moon. The sight so stimulating that my solid swan would surely have shoot off should I had been allowed to stroke, but instead I started to swoon at its supremacy. She then bolstered the buxom bounty, bending over to bare the powerful puckered prominence that peeked out from between her cheeks, causing my legs to quake and cave to its command. I knelt to the nest not more than a foot from my face, feasting my eye on the opal of her order as I ached for her command to kiss it. Her legs then part and my position profited me a peek at the pearly pure peach of her pleasure, spread softly at the center and sheened in a silky slick, showing off how alluring it was for her to lead me to lust.

The vale then shed as she stood up, centering my sight once more on her supreme seat. “Aren’t you the bad little boy,” she said as she spied my prying eyes over her shoulder. “Did I say you could stoop down to see it so close,” swaying it ever so slightly as her hips hypnotized me with her hotness. “You like looking at my ass…don’t you?” She asked, seeing I succumb to her surrender.

“Ye..ee..ss,” I shuttered, stupefied by sovereignty of her speech.

She then turned, allowing me to eye the ambrosia of ecstasy that blossomed between her leg, the forge of my fantasy that fueled my firmness and supplied the sweet scent I had for many year savored from its satin shrouds. “Eyes up here,” she softly summoned, teasingly tittering as I took in the towers atop her awe inspiring orbs. She gazed into my eye between the glorious globes and giggled. “I’ll be right out,” she swooned as one hand slithered up her side and seize her right sphere, pinching the pert point. “Oww!” sharply escaped her lips before she lavishly licked them and her eyes rolled back, while her finger tips began to toy with the tiny treasure. The stage of the sinful soiree started to slip away, as she every so slowly started to shut the door letting me leer as her hand left the beautiful bare breast and drove down her deliciousness towards her damp divide.

I leaned over to attempt to catch a look as the door deterred my view a second before her digit dove into the deep. “Mmm yeah….” She exhaled as all I could see what was left of her leg starting to quiver and she bagan to qwell. “Ooohhh…,” she moaned, my ears perked at the sound of the sloshy wet slush of her fingers sliding around inside her. “Fuuuck…,” hushed out of her, milliseconds before the door cleared the threshold and clicked shut.

The haze of dazed devotion d****d over me as I dissolved in the dream of her delight, my gourd grieving at the lack of attention, aching to be abused. I would not know how long I drifted in the delusion but the next thing I knew she opened the door made ready, dressed in a mid drift Harley Davidson halter top, a frilly mini skirt and finished with a powerful pair of black stilettos. “Did you miss me,” She heckled as she helped me to my feet. “Now naughty boy, it’s time to go shopping,”she said as she snatched my stump with a tight squeeze, and paraded me back to my pants on the floor of the garage. The feel of her hand on my hardness would had me more aroused had it not been for her leading me like it a leash. She snagged a pair of snips from the workbench and clipped my hands free, “get dressed and don’t you dare do anything dirty,” she directed. “Because we both know you want to jerk it but I don’t have time to watch you get your jollies off right now. We need to get going.”

As much as I really wanted just that, I didn’t want to disappoint her so I quickly began to dressed while she stood watching me, to make sure I obeyed. I searched around for my undershorts only to see her pick them up and put them in her purse.

“What the…,” I began to question.

“Free ball it!” She demanded decisively, directing me to my sport short and shirt she tossed off to my side.

I struggled to subdue my stiffness so as avoid slipping on my shorts and showing a sizable shelf that would most assuredly be embarrassing as I walk along side her in the mall but the humiliation of having her watch while I dressed did little to deflate my dick.

After a short wait she quipped, “Is there a problem?” adding a sense of urgency.

“I’m gonna need a minute,” I asked as I attempted to clear my mind.

“Really she said tersely as she took over tucking me into my pants and slapping my sack severely as she scolded “Don’t you dress yourself.”

“Thank you,” I groaned, wearing the discomfort on my face as I bent over attempting to bare the pain of her pop to my pills.

“Well doesn’t it go down when you’re not excited?” She impatiently lashed, leading me to feel like a little tot lacking control of his own limb, while pausing for me to ponder a response. “Wait, you’re excited aren’t you?...Are you one of those pitiful masochists?... You enjoying being berated…by me, don’t you?” She scoffed with a since of superiority.

I could not answer as I knew it to be true but was to afraid to admit it, as it could pose a potential pariah of problems that might put me in more pain.

She saw it in my eyes though and pardoned me, pushing on “Well can you walk, little man?” She said as if I was a baby boy taking his first big steps.

I nodded slowly

“Let’s go,” she said opening the garage as she turned and headed out to her car.

I stammered around struggling to catch up with the cone of my crotch crashing at my cadence as I quickly attempted to get to the passenger side so as to not be noticed by the neighborhood with a penchant punctuation in my pants.

“Ahem,” she coughed catching my attention. “Aren’t you going to get my door,” she expectedly urged, extending the odds of someone close by catching an eyeful of my embarrassment.

I disheartenedly darted around to open her door where she stood arms crossed, appearing impatient at my incompetent ignorance of all etiquette in my attempt to escape abasement of being caught erect outdoors. “Oh look it’s your neighbor from next door?” she said softly, developing a devilish grin as she drew my attention to the fine firm fit female, flexing out front of her house as she prepared for her mid morning run, which would take her right past my place.

I had managed to soften some but was still showing a semi so the thought of someone, especially my sexy young neighbor seeing my shameful state started to make me feel sick to my stomach.

“Mmm…she’s hot, isn’t she?” Tiffany teased, seeing my stiffness was starting to slump and she wanted me to be more a nerved at being exposed. Slyly she slid her hand over my humbling humility to heat it up while hotly hexing, “I’ll bet you’d like to lick her lovely little undies like you did mine, wouldn’t you…’Panty man’?” as she playfully paused to prevent me from evading the inevitable eyes of the acquaintance next door, before she slacked into the drivers seat allowing me to shut the door and scurry to the other side in hopes that I could make it before being belittled.


Her touch and words prompted my pole to post and stretch my shorts to an extreme, making it impossible to ignore at even a distance of next door but Kourtney was about to leave for her run and would soon have a sure sight of my sorry state. I made a mad dash for the passenger side in an attempt to dodge my distress, but just as it appeared I had succeeded, Tiff locked the doors and left my worry waving in the wind.

“Hi Rich,” I heard as Kourtney’s friendly voice alerted me that the awkward moment had arrived and all I could do was wave and watch as I glanced over my shoulder and time slowed to a still, while her wondering eyes widen before she quickly averted her gaze as if embarrassed by my boyish belittlement, snickering out a “Sorry!”as she stride by.

Although I felt a need to apologize for my unintentional indecency, the latch of the door click kicked my flight response and I leaped in to the lecherous laughter of my sisters-in-law’s elation at my expense.

I feigned frustration acting as if it pained me to parade the pennant of my pants in front of the pretty girl next door but Tiffy saw through my charade, “Don’t act like you didn’t like letting her look at your lecherous little lusty pup,” she seized my mental submissiveness with a squeeze. “You’re a naughty boy and now she knows it too. You have dirty desires for her too, I simply made sure you showed it for her to see. Of course, now you know every-time you try to talk to her, you’ll be pondering if she’s picturing you with that pole in your pants primed and posted for you to play with. And I’m sure you’ll get all hot and bothered while you bathe in the belittlement, won’t you?”

My penis palpitated in my pants, nodding to her naughtily.

She broke into laughter, “it’s sick you like being made to embarrass yourself…I can see how intense your little inch worm gets when your being grilled about it.” She giggled.

“Is that what I can expect the day to be like,” I asked, unsure of whether I was ready to be toyed with that way. Even though my fantasy life had me well into the deep end of being dominated, I was still only splashing around in the wading pool and to be push into public made me a bit petrified.

“No, but you better think twice about sneaking a sniff of my panties without permission.” She slightly slighted.

“Believe me…I’ll be good from now on,” I promised penitently, as a puppy feeling punished.

“That doesn’t mean I won’t allow it,” she postured promiscuously. “If I can supervise the visit,” soliciting my smile.

“So lets go shopping, shall we,” she said, switching off the sexy talk as if nothing happened, starting up the car as the morning musing faded into mist.

She struck up small talk all the way to the mall which allowed me to relax and by the time we arrived it was as if nothing happened. While we shopped and strolling through store after store it was as any other day I had spent with her, that was until we reached the last store for the day…Victoria Secret.

“I need to pick up some more panties…and I want you to help pick them out,” She prodded pulling me in, as I started to panic.

I had successfully suppressed my little soldier for the entire time we’d been out, but to be brought into a store that specialized in the one secret I could never resist of hers was going to stress my will power and I’m sure I could not win.

Once inside she fluttered around fondling the frilly underthings as she looked around at all they had to offer. I, on the other hand, tried desperately to divert my view so as to sink my stimulation and refrain from revealing the deficient discipline I had over my indocile inconspicuous imp.

She soon stumbled upon the sweet style she loved to wear, those akin to what she had been wearing for a least the last five years that I knew, as I had been seeking out her silks for as long as she was my sisters-in-law and since we had moved away and she’d come to visit many times, she had changed up what she wore after being promoted to an executive at her company. “Do you like?” She quizzed compellingly. My pistol popped in my pants and formed a tiny tent in my trousers telling her exactly what she wanted to know. “Well I guess that answers that question,” she seared with a smirk.

“I like those too,” we heard from a table away as a tantalizing twenty something attendant started an approach, causing me a bit of angst as I attempted to hide my harden state inadequately. She was a blond bodacious beauty that could easily turn any head from the heavenly aura of erotic energy she emanated. “They’re my favorite in the whole store. In fact I’m even wearing a pair right now,” which induced me to envision her in only that. “I just love they way they…”

“Fit!” Tiffany finished her sentence engaging her to allow me little time to try to take down the tiny tepee without turning her attention. “They’re so soft and feel…”

“Sexy as hell…,”they giggled as the shop girls words made what little effort I had put into leveling my log futile, fueling the fire that only took her three words to firm it back to a full board.

“Aren’t they” Tiff gazed my way as if to ask my thoughts, turning the spotlight on my shameful spectacle as the sales associate turned to see me.

“Well your husband sure thinks so,” she jested, eyeballing the impish imprint in between my legs.

“Oh, ‘he’s’ not ‘my’ husband,” Tiffany responded toy-fully.

“No,” the clerk curiously cooed, conveying a bit of casuistic contempt.

“This is my brother-in-law and I brought him in here to pick out a pair…for…his…..,” her words slowly started to trail off as I imagined the embarrassment of her punishment of making me pick out my own panties in front of a perfect stranger especially one as young and beautiful as she. Oh please I pleaded silently to myself struggling as sweat started to bead on my brow. Is she going to share with this stranger my perverted dreams.

“Wife,” she sighed letting my nuts slip from the mental grip of her fist as she grinned, delighting as she discerned my distress. “Dick…would love to pick out a pair for his precious, wouldn’t you Dick,” she demeaned addressing me as my appendage, allowing for her to assume a discreet dominion over my demise.

“Ye ye yesss,” I stuttered causing my queen to cackle which was shared with her supporter.

“Well then little man, its your lucky day as we are having a two for one sale, so would you like these wrapped up?” She asked me as she held a pair up to herself so I might see what they looked like on, as if I needed a more enticing excitement.

“Oh, These aren’t for her,” Tiffy broke in as she took the pair from her playful partner, “I was just going to pick up a couple myself while we’re here, no she’s a bit of a bigger girl…more like…’his size’,” she said salaciously as they both smiled and then shared a psychic conversation that I’m sure let her know the panties were for me to wear.

“IIII seeee.” The rep released as she reached for my hand and daintily dragged me to the other side of the store, slaloming slowly through each of the displays of delicious delicates that deepened my desire, as I still sported a solid spoke in my shorts. Giving the other guests a gander and giggles as she guided me thought the maze of mesmerizing unmentionables to make it to the other side of the rather large room.

Tiffany traced behind taking pleasure in how pathetic I looked to be out in public with a firmly protruding pin in my pants, knowing that her panties made me powerless over my prong, and for sure picturing the plethora of panties would over stimulate my inches.

We then stopped at a section on the opposite wall and server opened a drawer, pulling out a pink princess pair with ruffles on the rear and a shear forward support, stitched for a sack, that would show off the something special that was tucked in under the elastic waist band.

“Well Dick, what do you think,” she said in a soft seductive voice as her eyes dipped down to my deposed display as if asking it to answer. The abasement of her asking my appendage elicited a elated ebb from my eel, and she eeked excitedly. “Good then lets see if it will fit her shall we,” as she stepped in, holding them over my horny little hump as if I was to wear them.

“Hold them for her,” Tiffany tapped my arm as she joined us, enjoying my emasculation, as I reached down to catch the two corners and cape it over what I considered my cock.

“You did say you wanted it in…’HIS’..size,” the associate highlight and winked at Tiff as she took a few steps back to admire the insulting intensity of her inspiration. “Well, what do you think,” she asked Tiffany, teasingly treating me as a model to be made fun of.

“Hmm,” Tiffy sauntered over to stand next to her and inspect my indignity.

“Maybe we should have him model them for us,” the clerk quipped as they cackled, causing me to cringe with the thought of parading in front of both them in the panties. I had dreams and jerked off to many stories on xhamster of men being made to perform in public but this was getting real and I wasn’t ready just yet to yield to the yearnings of being dominated and directed to do as they would delight as a dress up doll.

“No that’s ok,” Tiffany turn her down, as she took my shoulder and turn me to a mirror to take in the tawdry torment of what I would look like wearing them. “I think we know what he wants. We’ll take the pink and a….”

“Purple?” I humbly mumbled making them both giggle giddily.

“Purple it is,” the shopgirl said as she snatch the sample from my stump, being sure to give it a soft squeeze with a sinful smile to shame me. “Now are you interested in anything else today” she asked Tiffany, while ignoring me.

“I really would like to find something for my…ah…special someone,” Tiffany told her in a temptress, teasing tone. “Something that says I missed your….,” she lingered, layering it on by letting her tongue lick her upper lip lustfully before mashing them together into a faded moan.

“Manliness?” The woman whispered with a sense of wild.

“Exactly,” Tiffany reacted, rolling her eyes back as her hand hovered down and held her hot spot and she let out a silent sigh.

“It must be magnificent,” the member misted, melding into her mind as I began to imagine both of them brawling of my brother-in-law’s big beefy boast, baking it inside them as they took turns atop his tower and toyed with each other in between.

“Believe me I have no complaints when we copulate,” Tiff capitulated.

The thrilling conversation thicken my thinning thicket, as they both seem to start to steam up.

“I think I have just the thing,” the sales girl said as they started to saunter to the back of the store with me in tow, transfix on their tails as the tempo traveled back and forth in synchronous serenity, cementing the stone sculpture in my shorts.

“You can kneel over there,” The pretentious panty peddler pointed to a private perch in which I was to prostrate to their powerful presence, while she proceeded to pull open a drawer.

Dizzy with desire I did not hesitate to drop to my knees and crawl over to the corner to which I’d been ascribed, allowing each to observe my allegiance to her order.

The sales woman then boldly brought out a black breast baring bustier, bringing it up to offer the angel of my intensity,“This will have him hard and horny,” as she held it up for Tiffany to take in before turning it around and handing it to her hotness. She then turned and drew out a pair of matching crotchless panties punctuating them with,“And theeeese will say I want a good long ride on your huge Harley,” referring to the emblem emboldened on Tiffany’s top.

“Oh, I do like a long ride on his big hog,” Tiff tainted, looking at herself in the nearby mirror while inspecting the seductive suit to savor what she would look like if she were inside it.

The sexy store clerk careful cascaded behind her to allow Tiff an unobstructed view of the voluptuous vixen in the looking glass. “I bet, you’re a biker babe that likes barreling down on a big bike between your legs don’t ya,” She sinfully slated, staring me down as she stood over me with superior smile, intensely intensifying my excitement with the image of my sister-in-law being slammed by her big stud.

The site of my sister standing there embracing the erotic ensemble overwhelmed my want to worship her willingly and made me wet.

“Oh, dear your spotting,” the sales girl consoled in a kind concealing manner. Drawing my attention to the drizzle of precum that painted my pants at the peak of the pronounced protrusion. “Is it that time of the month,” she ribbed rhetorically so as to revel in the reveal of my reproach. “You may need a pad for your princess panties you picked out,” she played impressing upon me the insignia of a sissy.

Tiffany was mesmerized by her mirror image as she embraced the the daydream of her big daddy’s dominant driver pistoning her to pleasure till she moaned magnificently “Mmmmmmm,” biting her lower lip in lust while she listed back and forth, absorbing his awesome instrument of excellence. “Oh, do you really think he’ll like it?” She lisped, almost spent from the surging scene.

“Don’t asks me,” she answered “I think your dicky in law says it best, his cute little clit has been drooling in his drawers just dreaming about the display of your dominance being driven to its delight, hasn’t it Di-clit,” she demeaned.

“Di-clit?” Tiffany quizzed curiously

“It’s a term of endearment I like to address those inadequate imps that have a…lets say, less than impressive appendage,” she said a saucy superior tone, while she stuck out her slumping pinky and put it between he pointer and thumb to play with it before it popped up hard, giggling giddily at the expense of my insufficient means to be considered a real man.

“Weelllll,…he’s not thaat..little,” Tiffy compliment caringly so as not to completely treat me with contempt.

“Oh, he a cuckold at best,” she boasted belittling me while whittling away at my meaningless manliness. “Bread to bathe the beauty between our legs once it’s been well banged and basted by the Biker Daddys’ Big Dicks that our cunts crave to consort with, so as to be shown truuue satisfaction,” she sloshed inducing exquisite erotic images of ways Tiffany might muss herself with my meekness.“ I mean only loser bois like this little lady, like being led around lingerie stores with their itty bitty clittys conveying their complete lack of control while they pick out panties which I’m sure she’ll be wearing real soon. I mean if it were up to me she’d already be slutted up and sent out to the street to earn her keep as a candy ass cock sucker that I know she wants to be.”

The trill of her thrashing, caused my thrust to throb as it dripped with desire at her degrading.

“You mean…you think he’s gay?” Tiffany questioned, not quite sure where she was going, but the wet spot of my want widening made her aware of my amusement at the abasement.

“She a fag alright, a slutty cum eating queer that I’m sure has spilt her sissy seed and sucked it up several times, just so she could train her tastebuds. Most sissies do, you know. So they can be ready to relieve a real man of his rich thick load, should the need arise,” she shared supremely “My husband, I mean cuck does it for me when I bring home my bountiful well built boyfriends.”

Tiffany’s eyes widened, bewildered by what she was watching, and beginning to wonder what things she too could make her brother-in-law do.

“Di-clit doesn’t need to say a word…you can see it in rue of her red face that she’s had a few too many semen shakes before,” she berated making an O with her fist and jerking her fantasied fuck rod in front of her. “Oh yeah, I’m sure she likes a good cumcoction, don’t ya Di-clit?”

Petrified pondering how to answer her without being honest I began to sweat as I thought about what my sister-in-law would think of me if I told her I’d developed a taste for my nut sacks nectar, all while playing with my princesses panties over of years.

Tiff, seeing the struggle on my face, stepped in to rescue me from the ridicule of revealing my sleazy subservience, “I don’t’ think she needs to say it,” smiling as she was swayed by the shop girls punishing preference of pronouns, they then snickered at my subjugation. She then attracted her attention to the accoutrement that launched the lustful little tirade of my torment asking “do you…”

“Have stocking and a garter to go with it,” the attendant assumed. “Of course,” she strutted off to leave us alone.

Tiffany’s tarried turn and sinister smiled said volumes as she sternly spoke, “we need to talk.” Touting her triumph over the teetering tells of my truth, as she assisted me to my feet.

I could tell it was time for me to come clean and convey to her my kinky cravings for her complete control but before either of us said another word the attendant arrived back bearing a beautiful garter belt and matching stockings that added to the apparel and announced an overwhelming order to obey.

“I find my boyfriends love the look feel of this one, it always gives them something to grab on to when they’re giving me their greatness,” the shopgirl bluntly boasted as she handed Tiff the lacy belt, “they can really give it to you good that way.” She followed with a pair of silk stockings saying, “…and I also find it fun to fire up theirs flaming form with my feet in these, most real men like the feel of nylons on their enormous knobs.”

“Ew, I love them and I’m sure my honey will too,” Tiffany toted taking them from her.

“Are you leaving?” The lady ask observing my posture and presence as I stood behind her holding the hot habiliment that Tiff had been heating up over.

“Yes, I’m afraid we have to be heading out,” Tiffany excused

“Well, I’ve been dying to ask what this dyke did to deserve the discipline of having her little di-clit put on display and pranced around a panty store like a perv,” she pried. “I’m curious to know if you caught her beating off her little Barbie doll like the bad girl we both know she is.”

Tiffany paused as is to ponder what to share before, “I found him..her,” she quickly corrected, “fancying the fragrance of my filthy frillies while she flicked her clit,” gleaming with gleefully grin and giggle.

“Ah, a panty perv, I suppose that explains the inept excuse for her uncontrollable inch worm,” she mocked, holding up her fingers to show a short separation, as if measuring my measly minuscule excuse of an erection. “So sad, really but I’m sure she’ll make a good cock sucker for your studs.”

“Well you’ve given me a lot to talk with her about, I didn’t know I had two sisters to visit up here until you introduce me to her.” As she helped me hand over all items that she had pick out to purchase.

“May I assume then that she’ll be paying for this,” the clerk coerced hold out her hand for me to provide a card.

“No,” Tiffany trumpeted “I’ll care for it.” As she was much better off than I when it came to money.

“Oh, a sugar mamma huh,” she swiped staring me down. “You better show her the respect she’s deserves.”

Tiff then turn to me as she instructed, “why don’t you go get our things while we take care of business.”

“Yes mistress,” I uttered unwittingly, pausing petrified as I realized what I just revealed.

They both share a snicker as the shop girl gave me a soft slap on my ass. “Good girl,” she guzzled, giving Tiffany a, “looks like you got her right where you want her, willing to do what you want. The polite little pussy.”

“Well are you going to perform for my pleasure and go pick up our packages,” Tiffany reiterated her request.

“As you wish,” I then hurriedly hustled up to the front of the store to fetch our bags and bring them back to where they were.

“Well Becka, that’s very kind of you,” I caught up in their conversation returning with the sacks from all the stores we has shopped at. “Hey sis,” Tiffany taunted. “I was just telling Becka that I lived in Phoenix and wouldn’t be able to watch you as often as I’d like and so, she said she’d be more than happy to barbie sit, should I wish,” Tiffany twisted my testicles telepathically with titillation. “Wouldn’t that be nice?” She smiled her sinful grin.

What had I gotten myself into I thought as I shyly shook my head affirmatively.

“Oh yes,” Becka broke in. “And next time we can play dress up,” she demeaned, deviously designing her desire to dress me in a dirty display of drag so as to subject me further into the role of a sissy slut. “I have a little gurly friend too about your size so maybe I’ll have her come in and we can all play Barbie Dolls,” insinuating a sexual trysts of bisexual belittling in which I would be made to play with another man’s parts, as she reached out with both hands to besiege my would be breasts and give them a grip as if to gauge their size before clamping down on the cute little corks on the cusp of my cones, causing my clitty to convulse. “I’d say she’s at least an A cup maybe a B.” As her fingertips bit down and she brought out my little boobies.

I looked to my sister for support to see her flash a sinister smile before sauntering off to settle up for the sensuous lingerie she had scored.

“I can’t wait to see you strut your stuff as my slutty stripper, it’s so fun to have my di-clits dance and do dirty things with their dollies,” she defiled as she twisted my tits in a titillating torment before pulling me in to whisper in my ear, “and don’t think you’d get away without playing a game of hide the Big Hunk in your horny little holes. I have just the stud in mind to make you feel like a real woman,” she slighted as my stumps slipped her clips.

“All set,” Tiffany touted as she returned. “Here I think you need to hold these,” placing the package over my protruding precocious pea.

“Well, I hope to see you real soon,” Becka slured as she reached out and flicked my needled nipple. “And don’t be a stranger next time you’re in town,” she told Tiffany, “I can’t wait to show you how well I’ve trained you slutty little sister.”

“I’m sure you could send me some pics.” Tiffany taunted.

“Plan on it.” Becka winked back.

“Great then we’ll be off,” Tiffany said turning to me. “Say goodbye sis,” she insisted as she started to stroll to the doors.

“Good bye…Greatness,” I gaze the ground, giving the respect of her rule, knowing someday soon she’d be my Barbie sitter and I’d be her bitch.

“Good gurl,” Becka said giving me a swat on my seat as a send off. “Don’t keep your Dominance waiting.”

I followed Tiffy out to the car cowardly contemplating the conversation of the showcase of secrets that she had seen. Maybe she’ll ignore it after all it was just a game, or so I thought as she silently lead me outside to the parking lot. She opened the trunk for the packages which I packed away and then I obediently opened her door before drifting over to my side to slide in.

“Did you have fun…shopping,” my sister quizzically questioned as she started the car. “I mean at our last shop you seemed…intensely aroused at all they had to offer,” inconspicuously reaching over to tap the top of my tube that was still tilling from the teasing treatment that had it so turned on, as she turned her head to look back over her shoulder to pull from the parking space.

I had for quite a while now been attempting to attenuate my trumpet but the blithe bob brought it back to a bold beatable bone.

“Tell me, was it the shop girls sinful suggestions or all those pretty panties that kept your punctuation so primed.” She pushed, prying into my psyche.

“A Little of both,” I said in a wired whisper, bewilder by her blasé bent of what she had beheld.

“Does my sister know that you’re gay?” She causally questioned, as she pulled out to ring around the parking lot, as if striking up a solemn conversation.

“I’m not..I’m not gay,” I restlessly retorted, rejecting the premise I was into men.

“Could have fooled me…look at how flush you were while being flirtatiously feminized. Fuck, I think you even started to drool over her suggestion to dress you up in drag so you could go suck dick like a dirty little whore...But the real clincher was when she ask if you liked cumcoctions and you couldn’t say…could you?” She comically questioned.

“Just because I’m into being sissified doesn’t mean I have an attraction to men,” I defended.

She instantly retorted riling, “Yeah but you’d suck one off…”

“If and when you wanted me to do so…I wouldn’t do it on my own,” I weakened whimpering.

“If that’s what you’d like to think,” she sounded as she rolled her eyes.

“I would do anything as my sisters-in-law’s sissy cuckold bitch, that I might bask in your beauty, belittled and beguiled by your bliss,” I breathed, begging her to blow it off and breach the bubble of my belittlement.

“So you want to be my lusty little puppy, to preform as I would please then,” she delved with a devilish grin.

“To cower at your control, my Queen,” I committed.

“Is that what you were dreaming of when I caught you diddling yourself over my dirty drawers.” She dredged, determined to discuss her discovery the day before.

“It’s what I pretend every-time I play with your precious panties, my princess.” I professed.

“Every-time…”she drew out with a hint of surprise. “So you’ve sniffed them more than once?”

“…Yes,” I compunctiously confessed

“Really…and how long have you been such a perverted little panty sniffer?” She pixyishly prodded

“…Ever since we moved in with you,” I conceded.

“Back when I was in college?” She said with a slight surprised

“Yes,” I bowed.

“That’s quite a long time to hide your sinful sissy secret, but I suppose I can see you sneaking a little sniff just to stroke yourself off,” showing she wasn’t shocked, but a bit excited.

“I wouldn’t insult you for such a short squirt, my Sovereign. It has to last a lot longer than that.” I laid out.

“How long would you make it last?” As she laid off the gas and looked over at me wondering what I meant.

“At least an hour sometimes two but it really depended on how long it took to perform my part as your panty’s prewasher,” I posted penitently.

“Prewasher?” She prepensely paused.

“…I have a kink that compels me to lick clean and suck at the soiled spots that are delectably deposited throughout your day by the idols of my intense arousal,” I offered.

“Which are?” She inquired.

“Your Pussy..and..Ass, my Angel,” I humbly homaged.

“And You enjoy the taste of my panty waste,” she pressed.

“As an offering of honor…a sign of my submission to your subjugation.” I submitted, straining not to stroke myself.

“And you get off on it?” She lewdly levied.

“Only after giving in to an hour or more of intense edging at your instruction, my immanence” I purveyed.

“Edging?” She inquired

“I stroke my little stiffy until I’m straining to squirt. Then, under your direction, I deny my delight, driving myself wild with want as you tease and titillate my toy while telling me stories of your day and the desires that devised the delicious desert that I am so driven to devour,” I described.

“Go on,” she goaded, feeling a bit randy at my reveal.

“Once at the apex of my orgasm, I offer the control of my cock to your command, quivering at the cliff of my climax as the broth in my balls are brought to a boil and I beg for you to allow me release. There I ride the edge of my ecsta