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Caught With the Consequences Pt. II
By Teaser
So here I am. Friday night. Driving around in a pretty ritzy neighborhood,
searching for Debbie's home. I must have it all wrong. Sure she seems like a
classy broad, but she couldn't afford these kinds of digs. At least not on a
secretary's salary. Being lost actually suited me at the moment. I was still way
too nervous. I wasn't at all sure I could go through with this.
You see, I like to wear pantyhose. I'm not gay (not that there's anything wrong
with that). I'm not a transvestite, or a crossdresser. At least I don't think I
am. I like the way hose feel on my legs. On my ass, holding my crotch. The
feeling is hard to describe. The way it feels to me, is like the bottom half of
my body is in a giant, smooth, tight pussy. That sweet feeling of tightness when
you first slide in. I like that feeling. And when I slide on a silky pair of
hose, I get that feeling. All day long.
I've always been very careful not to get caught. Very discrete, almost to the
point of paranoia. I would just die of embarrassment if any one ever found out.
Debbie found out. She caught me dead to rights. And then she set out to make my
life miserable. Which she did. For two weeks. Then she got bored. She wants more.
She wants me at her house. Tonight. If only I hadn't gotten caught. If only I
wasn't addicted to tights. If only, if only, if only.
I finally came across a house that matched the address. Man was this place huge.
If this was her place, she had some Sugar Daddy on the side. Maybe she was
screwing the boss. But wait - the boss was a woman. But then again, you never
know. I did a few more laps around the block, screwing up my courage one more
time, and finally pulled up to the gate.
As I pulled up, I pressed a button on the control column. A camera pointed at me,
a light came on and I heard Debbie's voice.
"Glad to see you made it. I was getting worried. Come on up."
And the gates magically opened. I was glad she didn't ask any questions. I'm not
sure I could've spoke. My stomach was doing cartwheels.
I pulled up, parked next to Debbie's car and got out. Man, what a spread this
place was. I had to literally force myself up to the front door. If some one
touched me I'd jump out of my skin. At the front door, I screwed up all my
courage and pressed the buzzer. I noticed a few more cameras around the house.
Who ever owned this place was pretty paranoid. Apparently there was considerably
more to Debbie than met the eye.
I waited for some time, with my little bag of stockings, really just fighting the
urge to flee. I heard Debbie's voice through a speaker somewhere.
"Be right down, just give me a few."
So I waited, cooling me heels. Still, the same thoughts raced through my mind.
What was I doing here? What would happen? How could I get out of it? And why
couldn't I control myself? And again, I found no answers. Only butterflies in my
stomach.
After about seven or eight minutes, the door opened and Debbie stood before me.
Now I'd always thought she was cute, a nice dresser with really nice legs and
ass, but she looked fabulous. Which made me all the more nervous. She was dressed
to kill. She wore some kind of silky, lacey dress that looked more like a slip
than a dress. And it had about as much material. It slipped and moved all over
her curves like a liquid. It was black and shinny with spaghetti straps. She wore
sheer black hose, and tiny little sandals with impressively high heels. Her
makeup was garish, but for some reason seemed to fit the moment.
"Well, come on in already!" she smiled.
It did nothing to ease my fear. If anything, every step of the way as harder than
the previous.
The place was magnificent. Rich. Very rich. Not rich like Vanderbilt rich, but
plenty more money than I'd ever see in my lifetime. I still hadn't said a word,
not sure I could. She motioned me over to the living room area, and then to sit.
I obeyed. She must have noticed my amazement at the place, as she sat down on the
chair opposite mine.
"You like? My parents place." She began pouring two glasses of wine and
continued. "My Dad was the techno-geek half of a security firm. He came up with a
few very successful inventions for the company and made just gobs and gobs of
money."
I picked up my glass of wine, attempting to sip it casually, and instead ended up
slamming it.
"Slow down." She said as she poured me another. "This could turn out to be a long
night. My Dad's in semi-retirement, so him and Mom travel extensively. I'm house
sitting for them."
I started to mumble something about why didn't she live here full time. She asked
me to repeat myself, and speak clearly. Very calmly and coolly, I restated my
question.
"If my parents had a place like this I would still be living at home."
"So would I - if I had the choice." She replied. "My Dad is one of those 'work
your way up the ladder' types. He insisted I get out of the house, go to school
and get a job. Make my own way. I'm still due to get some cash when I turn 30.
But for now, I'm on my own. And after all I've been through - I have to admit he
was right."
I calmed down slightly from the stress. Man was she easy on the eyes tonight. Her
dress moved around her curves like it had a mind of it's own. It was easy to
forget why I was here, and simply enjoy her presence.
"But we're not here to discuss my family or my living arrangements, now are we?"
Stress level just went back up through the roof.
"Can you be a good boy and take off your pants please?"
It sounded innocent enough, and under different circumstances I'd be tearing my
clothes off right now. Instead, I was shaking badly as I stood and removed my
pants.
"Socks too, please."
She replied while filling my glass yet a third time. I didn't remember drinking
the second.
"There now, have a seat, relax, let's get to know each other a little. Tell me
about your little secret."
I plowed into my third glass. "What do you want to know?" I asked in an obviously
shaky voice.
"Why do you wear women's clothes? And relax, I'm not going to bite you, I'm...
well, let's just say I'm interested."
Didn't help my nerves any.
"I don't really wear women's clothes. Just pantyhose, no dresses or anything like
that." I was beginning to feel a little easier; I guess the wine was kicking in.
"When did you start?" She asked.
I hesitated a minute or so and then replied, "Since I was a kid, I guess."
She waited for me to gather my thoughts. And all the while smiling over her wine
glass in one hand, while the other absentmindedly caressed her legs with the
other. It was definitely have an effect on me. My mind was switching over from
nerves to hormones.
"I guess when I was a kid, I had a teacher who always wore miniskirts and hose.
And she had a habit of bending over. So I got a lot of up skirt shots at an early
age. And they just kind of intrigued me. So soft, simple, tight fitting. The
feeling they had was hard to describe. I had a couple of older sisters, so they
were always lying around. It was easy enough to scarf a few pair and then throw
them in the laundry when I was done."
It was flowing out easier than I expected. I'm sure her gorgeous legs had
something to do with it.
"After a while, it kind of became habit. Sometimes I would think how perverted it
all was, and I'd try and stop. Sometimes even for a couple of years at a stretch.
But then I'd see a girl, showing off her beautiful legs in pantyhose, and I'd
just get this urge to feel them again. Run my hands over them, feel them on my
legs."
She was silent for a moment. "Ever get caught before? What about girlfriends,
didn't they ever find a strange pair hidden in a drawer?"
"No." I said, thinking about how ordinary this was feeling. "I was always
careful. When I was getting close to a girl, the urge to wear them would go away,
and I'd throw them out. When things cooled down, I'd get the urge again."
"So I take it you're not seeing anyone at the moment?" she asked inquisitively.
"No, no one now - unless you count you."
She was silent. I wasn't sure if that was a good sign or not.
After a while, I tried to prod her. "What about you? Why are you so interested in
me and my secret?"
She took a swig off her glass, put it down and looked at me for a moment. "Not
sure, that's why you're here. Something about the thought of a man in pantyhose,
it just somehow intrigues me. I'm trying to figure out what it is." She took a
moment, and another drink.
"When I was a kid, we lived in the city. My cousins had big, old farmhouse out in
the country. We'd go visit a few times in the summer. My cousin, Janey, was my
age. She had an older sister - way older - she was a senior in high school. One
summer in particular, Janey asked me if I wanted to see a secret. Of course I
did. We hiked way out to the barn shed furthest from the house. She told me to be
real quiet."
She paused and had another sip. The intonation in her voice was strange, simple,
almost as if she was reliving the experience. It helped ease me significantly,
seeing that she might actually have a human side.
"We snuck up and peeked through some holes in the wall. Inside were her older
sister, another girl, and a boy. All seemed pretty much the same age to me,
older. The to girls had the boy dressed in pantyhose, a dress and a wig. They
were giving him orders. And he was obeying them. Things like 'walk this way and
swish your hips.' I was stunned. We watched for a while. All the time this poor
guy was begging them to let him go. But they were major league bitches to him.
Telling him to shut up and do as they say, or 'else'.
"I saw it about three times that summer, before her sister graduated and moved on
to college. I never did find out who the other girl or the boy were. Or how they
made him do what they wanted. I just remember getting huge rushes of excitement.
It was wild, watching this big guy, completely helpless and at the mercy of two
girls. The control they had over him. He really seemed to want out, yet he
wouldn't leave. He'd just keep taking what ever they dished out.
"See the thing is, I hadn't thought about that for years, till I saw you tugging
on your hose one time."
Uh oh - bad dose of reality brought me back to the spider and the fly thing.
"And immediately it came rushing back. Including the feeling of power those girls
had over a boy. I just had to find out what you were doing.
"Now don't get me wrong, I've had my share of boyfriends, but I'm not a slut or
anything. I've never really done anything kinky, but I want to figure out what I
find so exciting about it. Because I like it. I don't know if it's you, you in
pantyhose, guys in pantyhose, or just me being able to make you do what ever I
want."
This was starting to get worse.
"So I just want some time to experiment. See what's going on. Play around a
little. And who knows, maybe you'll enjoy yourself. Maybe you'll like exploring
your secret a little more."
"And what if I don't enjoy it? Can I leave if I don't like it?"
This may be my chance. Finally catching her in a good mood, maybe she had a heart
after all.
"Well, if when I'm finally done with you, if you don't like it, you can leave and
I'll never say a word to anyone. I promise."
"So what's to keep me here for you to play with now?"
I tried to sound as unthreatening as possible; I didn't want to spoil this nice
mood she was in.
"Oh you'll stay."
She smiled broadly and sipped some more wine. We were making a serious dent in
the second bottle.
"Remember when I said my Dad was a techno-geek? This house is loaded with his
inventions. Including security cameras and microphones. Smile - you're on 'Candid
Camera'!"
My jaw hit the floor.
"You're taping me? You're blackmailing me?"
I was aghast. It was one thing to threaten to tell, it's quite different to have
me on tape wearing and talking about it.
"That's illegal!" I stammered.
"Oh, blackmail is such an ugly word. I prefer to think if it as ensuring your
participation. You play my game for a while and you get the tapes, and you can
leave and you'll never have to see me again - unless we both want to."
I was enraged. My mood was rapidly changing to one of a trapped animal. Once
again I underestimated her, and she had me firmly by the balls.
"What if I just kill you now and take the tape?" I asked, much more surprised to
hear my words than she apparently was.
"Come on now." She said very calmly. "You're not a killer, you're a line tech for
goodness sake. I figure you might get mad enough to take a poke at me, in which
case that'll be on the tape also. Which you'd never find. And wouldn't you just
have the most exciting time in prison once your 'cell mate' found out what you're
there for?"
I was crushed. She had me. She was right. I wasn't violent. I couldn't even hit
her much less kill her. I slumped back in my seat.
"Oh don't be so glum. Like I said earlier - who knows, maybe you'll enjoy
yourself. Maybe you'll learn some things about your self. You did mention earlier
you didn't know why you wore them. Maybe by indulging you'll figure it out."
She had a point.
"I'd just as soon have your cooperation, but I may ask you to do things you don't
want. You know, push the limits. And I can't have you backing out just because
you're a wimp."
Slowly I was resigning my self to the situation.
"What are you gonna do to me?" I asked.
"Over all, I haven't given it a lot of thought. But for tonight, lets try on some
clothes! Give you a make over. You've already started it by wearing hose. I'm
just gonna help push you a little further."
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