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Stacey and I decided to take this story in two different directions.
Stacey has already posted her own version of Chapter 2. I hope you
enjoy both of our stories.
Dirty Laundry
Erica's Version of Chapter 2
Characters and situation inspired by Stacey Wilson
Written by Erica Wright
Peter slid the pink panties up his smooth legs. He tucked his semi-hard
cock between his legs and pulled the spandex panty-girdle tight. He
looped the lacey garter belt around his waist and clipped the two metal
eyehooks snugging it tight around his hairless stomach. Until that
night he had never shaved anything but his balls before. The feel of
the tight spandex and pleasantly rough lace against his soft skin was
intoxicating. It was all he could do not to slip his hand inside his
panties and stroke his cock until he came. Though he couldn't remember
exactly what he had requested, Peter was sure that the Laundromat
attendant had instructed him to wear "something sexy" and be sure to
bring lipstick. He had hinted that he might take advantage of Peter's
luscious lips. The thought of wrapping his lips around his first penis
caused shivers to course up and down the sissy's spine.
After last week there really was no longer any doubt in his mind as to
what Peter REALY was. He had spent years drifting from girlfriend to
girlfriend. He always broke up with them when they got too serious. He
enjoyed sex with women, but there was one thing that always nagged at
him while in the middle of the actual act. The simple fact was that
Peter wanted to be the woman! He remembered looking down at the first
girl who had sucked his cock and being envious of her as she wrapped
her lips around his veined shaft. Sex had always been good, but he had
never experienced the electricity that had surged through him the
previous week. The thought of the stranger's cock sliding around
between his cheeks was burned in his memory. The guy hadn't even fucked
him! All they had done was dry hump like teenagers, and Peter had still
dropped a huge sticky load of cum in his panties. He knew that he
really had to stop thinking of himself as Peter.
Tonight would be the first small step for Stephanie.
Small but still important.
Last week's event had happened in a moment of passion.
This week he was primping and making sure he was sexy for the encounter
that had been promised. There were at least fifty other Laundromats he
could go to, but he was choosing to go back to this one.
He was choosing to wear his sexiest lingerie. He was choosing to bring
his pink four-inch platforms. He was choosing to bring his pink, high
sheen lip-gloss. He was choosing to bring a few condoms 'just in
case'. He was choosing to cement his relationship with this strange
guy, to be his sissy.
He knew that if he went back to the laundromat after the way he was
treated last week that there was no chance of any equality in this
relationship. He couldn't believe his own voice as he formed the word
'Relationship' in his head. Was he really calling a ten-minute dry-hump
in a public bathroom a relationship?
Stephanie slipped the bra around, and expertly clipped it behind her
back. What would happen if she walked into the Laundromat and the guy
wasn't there? Would she be disappointed? Or worse, what if he was
there? Was she really going to go through with this? She sat back and
looked at the laundry basket. The c-cup breast forms were wrapped in
two large towels and her shoes were wrapped in a sheet. Her auburn
shoulder-length wig was carefully laid within yet another sheet.
Stephanie's make-up and condoms were in the little bag filled with
quarters that she carried whenever she did laundry. She rolled the pale
pink stockings up her legs and clipped the front garters. She stood and
adjusted her seams before clipping the rear garters. Little bolts of
electricity shot to her brain whenever her hands touched her hairless
skin. She rubbed her hands over her long legs. She knew that in their
present state they would be the envy of 90 percent of the women she
knew. She spun and looked at her full muscular ass. Looking at herself
in the floor length mirror confirmed that all the running, biking, and
working out had paid off. She smirked at the image in the mirror, 'See
girls, all you need to do is work out and put down the fucking
doughnuts..."
When she finally came into her girlness, Stephanie was going to be a
real bitch.
She pulled on the loose, faded jeans, threw a thick hoody over her head
and grabbed the laundry basket. She was halfway down the hallway when
she hesitated and turned back for her bedroom. She dug through her top
drawer. Finally finding the blue and white tube she held it and looked
at herself in the mirror. Dressed as she now was, she was no longer
Stephanie, she was Peter again. She looked at the slightly blurred
image in the mirror. A guy wearing a loose hoody and faded jeans stared
back at her. In his hand was a large tube of KY lubricating jelly.
Was he really going to do this?
Stephanie rubbed the tears from her eyes and walked down the hallway,
picking up the basket in a huff.
Fifteen minutes later she pulled into the Laundromat. Her car was only
one of three in the parking lot. She hesitated fifteen long minutes.
Stephanie opened and closed the door four times before finally stepping
onto the pavement. She walked around her car, yanked open the
passenger door, and grabbed the laundry basket.
She stood up straight and walked across the pavement. A moment later
another chance to hesitate, another chance to back out, to run home to
her trusty rubber toys. Peter was stunned as he watched his shaking
fingers close over the door handle and pull it open.
He scanned the Laundromat immediately. The guy was standing behind the
counter. He smiled and nodded at the woman folding her clothes.
Stephanie felt the blood rushing to her face. Her neck seemed to be
swelling in the sweatshirt. She carefully placed the laundry basket in
the middle of the table, (all of her careful planning could be undone
if she clumsily knocked over or dropped her basket!) She searched
through her change bag and came across a twenty. With a deep gulp she
walked to the counter and asked for change.
The guy smiled again and said, "Hey, good to see you again, you want
change of the whole twenty?"
"Yes, the whole thing would be fine..." The guy leaned closer as he
handed the change back. "She'll be gone in a few minutes, she's a
regular, why don't you put a load in and then go wait in the
bathroom..." The guy's smiled turned into a smirk, "...sissy" He
finished the sentence in a whisper.
Stephanie knew this was her last chance to cut and run, but non-the-
less she heard herself croaking out an answer.
"Umm, yes, ok, I will."
As Stephanie walked away, he called after her, "By the way, my name is
Tyler..."
"Hi Tyler..." she waved behind her as she walked away.
She returned to her basket and was suddenly glad she had dropped a real
load of laundry on top of all her secret stuff. As she loaded the
machine she glanced at the woman folding the last of her laundry. She
was incredibly cute. Not gorgeous in your typical fashion, but cute and
full figured. She was wearing a white ruffled peasant dress and the
loose material only exaggerated her full hips, curvy ass and small
waist. She wore a loose embroidered tunic, which clung to her heavy
breasts. She was at least a D cup, maybe more. Stephanie wondered what
breasts that size would feel like tugging at her body as she walked.
How would they fill out a blouse or lacey bra? Did she have large,
smooth, brown areolas? Stephanie was thinking like Peter again! The
woman must have felt her eyes and she turned around. Peter smiled
weakly and averted his eyes. In the instant they caught each other's
eye, he noticed how big and brown hers were, how full her lips were,
how her reddish brown curls framed her face and draped down around her
shoulders.
He was suddenly self-conscious. 'Can she my bra straps, how about the
faint panty or garter lines under my jeans?! Stephanie had to get to
the bathroom and escape the woman's eyes.
She finished loading the machine, closed the door, slid 8 quarters into
the slots and dumped the laundry detergent into the little drawer.
She grabbed her laundry basket and excused herself.
On reaching the door to the bathroom she noticed something different
immediately. There had been a substantial upgrade in the door since
last week. There was a new doorknob with a stainless steel plate around
it.
Stephanie placed her laundry basket on the floor and as she closed the
door she noticed the second difference. The bathroom was still
obviously a public restroom, but seventy-five percent of the built-up
gunk had been removed.
She locked the door and quickly pulled off her sweatshirt carefully
folding it on the closed toilet. She positioned the heavy breast forms
in place and adjusted her bra's shoulder straps until the lace-trimmed
cups of her bra framed them perfectly. She carefully kicked off her
jeans and slid her pink platforms on. She buckled the thin leather
strap around each ankle and then stood up. She heard her heavy heels
clacking on the floor and wondered if the woman outside could hear
them. She pulled her wig from its hiding place and carefully fluffed
the smooth curls out. She realized she had forgotten one thing, her
brush! She ran her fingers through the soft hair until it seemed to
flow naturally. She flipped it onto her head and spent the next few
minutes adjusting the tiny straps in the back of the wig before
slipping a few bobby pins in to make sure her wig didn't go anywhere,
especially at the wrong time!
Last was a quick, very subtle make-up job, a tiny bit of blush evened
out her naturally clear skin. A quick stroke of eyeliner, mascara and
her bubble-gum flavored 'teenage-girl' pink lip-gloss and she was
ready.
Ready for what? She thought as she sat back on the closed toilet.
A soft knock brought her out of her daydream. A moment later she heard
the distinctive sound of metal on metal. 'He had a key to the door!'
she thought. She was prepared to act the part of the startled innocent
when the door opened, and instead of Tyler the cute woman walked into
the cramped bathroom.
"Whoa! Whoa- Wait a minute!" Stephanie stammered as she tried to rise,
push the door shut, and cover her face all at the same time.
"You can sit down and relax dear..." the woman motioned to the little
step stool in the corner.
"Tyler is my..." she hesitated before finishing, "...my friend and he
knows how much I love boys just like you... now sit down sissy!"
Stephanie stumbled backwards and almost fell onto the floor; at the
last second she regained enough composure to land heavily on the top
step of the stool. She was still looking up at the woman as she closed
and locked the bathroom door.
She leaned against the sink and surveyed the sight before her.
"You ARE incredibly sexy, I thought Tyler was teasing me, but he was
absolutely right about you. You're just my type. When he told me what
he made you do and say, and that you actually did it without
hesitating, I couldn't believe you were true. Then when he said that he
told you to come back for more, I thought you would disappear into your
closet. I mean for heaven's sake, you let a complete stranger slide his
cock between your cheeks, dry-hump you like a horny teenager and then
dump a sticky load between your cheeks! I also heard that you came at
the same time! That part really turned me on, and when he told me he
was sure that you'd be back I started to get really hot. See, I just
love sissy boys like you. No, I'm not a lesbian; I just love the
thought of a completely submissive sissy boy at my beck and call. Now
looking at how much you're squirming over there, and the fact that you
haven't jumped up to get out of here leads me to believe you're REALLY
interested in being my sissy boy. No, don't shake your head, say it..."
"Say what..." Stephanie whispered.
"Say, 'Mistress Melissa I want to be your sissy boy'"
Stephanie looked up and without hesitating said, "Mistress Melissa, I
need to be your sissy boy, can I be your sissy boy please?"
Melissa whimpered slightly, "Oh honey you're going to make me cum, I've
been thinking about you all day long..." Melissa leaned back and put
one foot on the edge of the toilet, hiking her skirt up at the same
time. "See these white panties? I put them on right after I took a
shower this morning, and I've been creaming ever since. All I could
think about was you and whether you'd be half as sexy as Tyler said you
were. Do you see how wet I am?"
Stephanie COULD see how wet she was. The crotch of the heavy spandex
panty girdle was actually soaked through. Melissa ran a finger down
between her legs.
"Yes Mistress Melissa I can see how wet you are..."
"Do you know what else I did sissy?"
"No Mistress." Stephanie answered automatically.
"I drank lots and lots of water today so I would have to pee over and
over and over again. Every time I peed I was sure to be really messy,
making sure to dribble, and I didn't wipe once, I just pulled up these
panties nice and tight and felt the heat mixing with my pussy goo. I
could barely work today, I kept thinking that if I was lucky enough to
find a 'really good' sissy boy, then that 'really good' sissy boy would
beg to smell my sexy panties, because after all, every sissy boy is a
panty sniffer too..."
Stephanie was drawn into Mistress Melissa's dark brown eyes, and
without a second of hesitation she whispered,
"Mistress Melissa, may I...may I smell your wet pa-panties, please?"
"Look at me when you address me, and speak loudly and clearly."
Stephanie locked eyes with her Mistress.
"Mistress Melissa, may I smell your panties, please?"
"Of course you may, my dear, dear, sissy boy..." Without being told,
Stephanie slid onto all fours and crawled across the grungy floor until
she was kneeling between Melissa's legs.
"I think that this might be a good time for a little anatomy lesson for
you my sissy... this is my neck, you are never, ever to kiss me, lick
me or in any way touch me above my neck. Your filthy little mouth,
nose, tongue and fingers will be spending hours in nasty, dirty places.
If you ever touch me above the neck you will be severely punished. You
are never to foul me by touching me above the neck, do you understand
sissy?"
"Yes Mistress..."
Melissa continued as she untied her embroidered top.
"These are my magnificent breasts, when I use a descriptive word such
as 'magnificent' that is the word you are to use when describing them,
as in "Mistress, may I lick your magnificent breasts?' Do you notice
how full and firm they are?"
Stephanie noticed excitedly that her Mistress was wearing a nursing
bra! Melissa wrapped a hand around each heavy breast, and gently
squeezed them.
"They are all natural except for one small thing. I take hormones that
cause me to lactate, most of my breast milk goes to a local leche
group, but of course there is more than enough to occasionally nurse
one or two of my sissy boys. You will need to work hard and long to
EARN the right to suckle my magnificent breasts."
Mistress worked her hands back down between her legs rubbing her
fingers over her spandex covered pussy. "This is my lovely vagina, once
again you will need to EARN the right to taste my lovely vagina."
Melissa then spun around, and ran two fingers between her full cheeks.
"Right here, under my panties is my glorious asshole, this is where you
will begin to EARN access to the rest of my body. But right now, I
think you begged to smell my dirty panties."
Melissa turned and put her foot back up on the toilet. This close to
her sexy pussy-scent was intoxicating!
Melissa reached down and lifted Stephanie's chin,
"Remember sissy, you only asked to smell my hot panties, and not touch
or lick, only smell them."
"Yes Mistress..."
Stephanie moved in closer and the hot sexy scent was everywhere! As
Peter she had sucked and licked any number of pussies, but now, dressed
as Stephanie, kneeling between the sexy goddess Melissa's spread legs
and teased with the incredible scent was completely different.
She gasped and took long harsh breaths through her nose, the earthy
smell of her Mistress' cunt making her light headed.
"Tell me sissy, have you ever been lucky enough to smell such a sexy
pair of panties?" "Never Mistress never..." Stephanie was actually
grunting.
"So, you admit that you have sniffed other panties?"
"Yesssss, I have, many, many times. But never like this..."
"Tell me sissy, tell me about the best time before this..." Stephanie
thought for four or five seconds, and then began.
"After a long day..."
"No sit back and look at me while you tell me every detail... you can
even rub your puny cock, but whatever you do, do not cum!"
Sissy Stephanie sat back, gently rubbed her hard cock through her
panties, locked eyes with her Mistress and then confessed.
"After a long hot day at an outdoor wedding and reception, my
girlfriend and I fell through the door of the hotel and fucked right
there. We didn't even make it to the bed. I pulled her panties to the
side and we humped like animals. I fucked her fast and came almost
immediately. Afterwards she reached down and pulled her panties back
into place and we slipped off to bed. The next morning she got up and
made it down to the pool early. I went to take a shower and there in
the corner were her panties. They were a little bit like what you're
wearing. I looked at them and noticed, they were stiff with my cum.
Before I knew what I was doing I had them to my nose and I was smelling
them, and licking them, and sucking them. My cock was so hard! I knew I
was going to cum so at the last second I held them under my cock and
shot a fresh load of cum into her dirty panties."
Stephanie looked down.
"You did something else didn't you sissy? You did something you can't
admit. Tell me or I walk away. I unlock the door, and Tyler and I walk
away."
Sissy looked up, "I did do something else, I licked my hot cum out of
her panties, and I loved every slippery glob."
"What a good sissy, you're earning my trust, come here..." Melissa
pulled Stephanie's face back between her legs. "You never told her and
she never found out did she?"
"No...never..." the sissy gasped.
"But you wish she had found out don't you. You wish she had made you
sniff and lick and smell her dirty panties all the time, because that's
what you are, aren't you? You're a panty wearing, panty sniffing sissy
boy. You know that all you're really good for is what you're doing
right now. Dressed like a cheap whore, kneeling on a dirty public
bathroom floor, your nose between your Mistresses' legs, happily
sniffing her hot, wet, soiled panties. Pull your little cock out, I
want to see what you have in there..."
Stephanie reached inside, and pulled her cock out. Her Mistress
started giggling,
"A perfectly average cock. Be sure that you'll never use that thing
again as long as I am your Mistress. You know that right? I've thought
about you all day long, I loved the promise of you; I made my panties
smell this good just for you. Now put that tiny thing away. I need to
pee, step back sissy boy."
Mistress Melissa wiggled her panty girdle to the floor and sat back on
the toilet. She leaned back, and slowly released her urine. Sissy
watched mesmerized as the pale yellow fluid ran down Mistress Melissa's
swollen pussy lips, curled under her ass and dripped slowly into the
bowl.
"You like watching your Mistress pee don't you?"
"Yes Mistress Melissa." "Good because whenever you are with me, you'll
be right where you are now."
She spun around and still holding the fluffy skirt up around her hips
looked back at Stephanie.
"You haven't earned what you think I'm going to make you do now. One
day I'll allow you to lick my lovely vagina, but right now, I want you
to beg me to do something else, something only a sissy like you would
want to do..."
Stephanie looked at her Mistresses full figured backside and slipped
further into her new role.
"Mistress Melissa, I know that I have yet to earn the right to service
your lovely vagina, but may I please instead enjoy the scent of your
glorious asshole? May I press my nose between your cheeks?" Mistress
sighed heartily, "Yes my sissy boy, you may smell my asshole, do not be
tempted to slip down and lick anywhere else... you may play with your
tiny cock, but DO NOT CUM."
Stephanie crawled closer and as Mistress Melissa spread her cheeks, the
sissy carefully placed her nose to her Mistresses musky hole. With her
new sissy firmly in her place in the world, Mistress Melissa released
her heavy cheeks and dropped her skirt over Stephanie's head.
It was dark and hot and steamy with her nose pressed between her
Mistresses cheeks, but the sissy boy had never, ever been happier! She
smelled the earthy musk of her Mistresses asshole, the sharp scent or
the urine she had so carefully trickled. She felt the cool tile under
her knees, her stockings against her smooth legs, her shoes tightly
bound to her feet, her heavy breasts tugging at her tight bra and most
importantly her now completely useless cock, throbbing in her panties.
She rubbed it in harsh little strokes. Her Mistress had said she loved
the sissy, and the sissy was in turn happily showing her devotion. She
remained under the skirt as Melissa began rocking back against her. She
wiggled and moved her nose, trying to get it deeper into her Mistresses
glorious asshole. The sissy would have remained there forever but
suddenly she heard the door open and felt a cool breeze behind her.
"May I enter Mistress?"
"Yes you may Tyler"
"Remove yourself sissy... slide back and watch."
Stephanie was dejected but she was also mesmerized as Tyler knelt
behind Melissa and began licking and sucking her asshole.
"As with you sissy boy, Tyler is not often allowed to lick or suck my
pussy and is almost never allowed to fuck me, though now with you in
the picture I may allow him to fuck my pussy and ass, but only to
provide you with something degrading to clean up. He has however earned
the right to lick, suck, and slide his tongue up my glorious asshole,
which as you can see, he enjoys as much as you. One of the things he
loves to do, is rub his little cock while he rims my glorious asshole,
right when he is about to cum, he begs me to let him shoot his cum
between my cheeks, I allow him this small pleasure only if he promises
to clean up the entire mess he makes."
Stephanie watched as Tyler began grunting and groaning as he stroked
his cock. He had slipped it out of his pants and the sissy could see
the pre-cum leaking from the tip.
"Mistress, Mistress may I?" "May I what Tyler?"
"May I cum between your ass cheeks?"
"Yes you may, ONLY if our new sissy promises to clean up your creamy
mess..."
Melissa looked over her shoulder just as Tyler did.
"I do, I do promise, I promise to lick and suck and swallow all of his
creamy sperm..."
Tyler stood up and an instant later was grunting as white strings of
thick cum spurted from his cock, despite his excitement he carefully
deposited each glob between Melissa's curvy ass cheeks. He gulped air
as he squeezed every last drop form his already softening penis.
"Please Mistress, may I clean you instead of the new sissy... please?
It's been weeks since you allowed me..."
"No back up, you brought her to me, and for that I am grateful, but you
spilled your cum on her last week, now as punishment, you must watch as
she enjoys all of your hard work... come sissy Stephanie."
The sissy scurried into place and brought her mouth between Melissa's
cheeks. The cum was hot and bitter and still stringy and lumpy it was
so fresh. She swirled her tongue around between her Mistresses cheeks,
subtly digging her tongue inside her. Her Mistress sighed and seemed to
enjoy each time the sissy's tongue slid up her ass. Each glob of sperm
caused Stephanie's mouth to tingle. Her saliva was running causing her
to gulp as she swallowed. She wished she could have tasted it directly
from Tyler's throbbing member, but her Mistress was using her to teach
him a lesson. The sissy knew that there would be other nights, and that
there would be ample occasions to suck Tyler's penis. A few minutes
later Stephanie believed she was done. Mistress Melissa stepped away,
adjusted her skirt and looked down at her. Again she lifted her chin
gently as she spoke.
"You have done very well. Though I enjoyed it, you did not ask me
permission to slide your tongue up my glorious asshole, therefore you
must be punished, but first clean up Tyler's sperm that you missed."
"I'm sorry Mistress Melissa, please forgive me, I'll never disobey you
again or do anything without asking! Please forgive me!"
"I will think about forgiving you, start now by cleaning that up..."
she said pointing to three thick globs of cum splattered on the tile
floor.
The sissy didn't hesitate; she leaned down and with an open mouth
lapped up the cool sperm off the dirty tiled floor.
With the grit from the dirty floor still in her mouth she looked up
with adoration at her Mistress.
Melissa leaned down and gathered up her soiled, soaked panty girdle.
She locked eyes with her new charge and carefully and deliberately
turned the panty girdle inside out.
"Look how creamy they are."
Stephanie could see that the white cotton crotch of the panty girdle
was soaked through. In addition she noticed the abundant streaks of
pussy cream.
"Open" Mistress Melissa said.
The sissy complied and Mistress Melissa carefully pushed the slippery
crotch of the panty girdle between Stephanie's lips, and then pulled
the panties tightly over her head. The dirty, sexy scent was everywhere
and it was only compounded by the ability to finally taste too! For the
second time that night the sissy thought she was as happy as she had
ever been!
Melissa rubbed the wet, soiled panties against Stephanie's face. "Sissy
boy, this is the only way you will taste my pussy until you prove your
dedication to me." She turned and started to walk out.
"Tyler, for tonight, as long as the sissy keeps the panties in her
mouth, you may do to her whatever you desire. Sissy, as your
punishment, you are now in Tyler's care. Do not forget that in my
absence his commands are mine. I will be away on business for two
weeks, when I come back I expect to get a glowing report."
Stephanie watched through the leg holes of the panties as her Mistress
walked out
Tyler began to laugh.
End of Chapter 2
My good friend Stacey has decided to 'retire' from the scene. I am
sorry to lose her, and will do what I can to replace her friendship.
With her gone I feel a hole that will not be filled quickly so I am not
sure how quickly I will get to Chapter 3. If you have any ideas, feel
free to e-mail them to me at: [email protected]
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