The steam in the mirror the fog from the sea part1
- 2 years ago
- 21
- 0
By The Sea Part II free porn video
What follows is a continuation of the story of vacation time between a
husband and wife with the wife very much the Domina and the husband the
happy subbie at her feet.
By the Sea, Part II
He felt the wetness spread through the cotton and pool warmly against
the cupped hands in which he held her panties beneath her. He smelled
the pee as it came out. It was not a strong smell as she had urinated
previously, both at the time she got up and after breakfast. Her urine
now was largely the tea he had brought to her.
With growing excitement, he held the rapidly wetting panties as his Lady
pissed on them. She peed for a long time, and the panties were very wet
by the time she was done.
"Those are your panties now; put your little panties on," came her order
as she rose and returned to her chair, and he, too, rose to draw the
pee-soaked panties up his legs and into place. His cock was rock-hard
due to the shame and humiliation he felt, and it was caressed and
outlined by the wet panties as little rivulets of her urine ran down his
legs.
"Oh, my!" she exclaimed. "You look so silly in your wet panties. Did you
pee your little panties?" He knew she was as excited as he was, that
seeing him humiliated and shamed in front of her and obviously turned on
by it, was just as sexually powerful for her.
"No, Lady," he answered her question in a voice that trembled from the
intensity of his emotions. He stood in front of her, his eyes cast down,
and his hands behind his back, the proper stance for a submissive before
his Domina.
"Look at the slut in his pretty panties. His pretty wet panties," she
continued to shame him. "You are such a silly little sissy." That phrase
was one that excited him at least as much as any other, and she knew how
much he loved to be shamed as her "silly little sissy."
"Thank your Mistress for letting you wear the wet panties!" she ordered
sharply.
His excitement now filled his voice as he responded to embrace the
humiliation she had created for him. "Oh, yes, Lady! Thank you, Lady!
Thank you for making me wear wet panties. It feels so good! Thank you
for letting your little slut wear panties you've peed on!"
"Hmmmmmmmmmm," she purred; "you're welcome, my little piss slut.
Tell me what you are."
"I'm your piss slut, Mistress," he obediently replied, then added,
"Thank you for telling me what I am."
It was at this point that the sun went momentarily behind a small cloud
as the breeze off the ocean momentarily increased. He shivered.
"What's wrong?" she asked, noting his reaction.
"I'm cold, Mistress," he answered.
"Cold?" her voice contained a hint of menace. "Are you complaining about
your special panties, you ungrateful little sissy?" How wonderfully she
could play him, verbally as well as in action. How alert she was to
opportunities to create a scene in which both felt the utterly
intoxicating symbolism of him as yielding and obedient submissive and
she as taker and user of the power he surrendered.
"No, Mistress," he quickly replied. "I'm not complaining, but the
panties are cold." He never, ever in any of their scenes said anything
that wasn't true. It helped make the events reality for them both.
"Well, we can't have you wearing cold panties, now can we?" The question
was rhetorical and immediately followed by an order. "Go into the cabin
and bring me my leather paddle."
"Yes, Mistress" was the only reply allowed. He felt both excited and
cringing at the thought of the pain to come as he moved towards the
house.
"Mince, slut!" she directed, and he instantly began to do so, taking
small steps and swinging his ass, knowing how sissy silly he looked to
her in the piss-soaked panties which had wetted the bottom part of the
tee, allowing the cheeks of his ass to show through the two layers of
thin material. "Bring me your buttplug, too!" she called after him, and
his thrusting penis twitched at the word.
Eagerly he found both objects and stepped out the door with them.
Resuming his mincing gate, he made his way to his Lady, curtsied, knelt,
and laid both the paddle and the buttplug at her feet.
"Stand up and put your plug in," she ordered and offered him some sun
tan lotion that was on the table. Lowering his panties and raising his
tee, he opened the bottle of lotion and smelled that summer smell of
coconut oil. As he coated the plug with it, his cock was twitching and
standing out stiffly from his body. Putting a dab of lotion on his anus,
he stuck his ass out and put the tip of the buttplug against the
opening.
"Look at me while you do it," his Mistress commanded, and she gazed into
his eyes as he pushed the buttplug in. There was tenderness, love, and
pure lust in the gaze they shared as each was excited by the symbolism
of his obedience to such a humiliating order.
"OK," she instructed. "Panties up little sissy and bend over the table.
Let's see if we can warm you up."
(To be continued, if wished.)
Maddie
- 07.01.2023
- 11
- 0
The steam in the mirror the fog from the sea part2
- 3 years ago
- 21
- 0
Delilah and the Deep Blue Sea part four
- 1 year ago
- 22
- 0
