The Panty Thief
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He moved quietly through the living room- he had entered through the sliding door which to his surprise had been unlocked. He was proficient in jimmying any lock he came across but this was a cakewalk.
In the living room he found a small box of fine jewelry, some charms and a locket of pure gold. He valued the find at around a thousand and grinned, this was a good house after-all- despite the cat.
He found himself in a spare room that had some odd looking furniture in it. A couch that seemed too sloped to be comfortable to sit on and what looked like an X with straps on it. It kind of weirded him out, as well as how dark the room was with candles about. Regardless, he resumed his search.
When he opened the closet he blinked a few times in surprise. There was a full leather suit- slim, with matching, commanding boots on the ground below them. There were several chests in the closet and upon inspecting one his face went pale what was worse, the cat had stopped it’s incessant meowing.
Someone cleared their throat behind him.
Dropping his sack he turned ready to face the homeowner, his own face covered in a ski mask. In her hand was something bulky with two prods. He sized her up, she was smaller than him. He could take her.
“You looked better on your knees.” She said bluntly, eyeing him up as well. Her expression was one without concern. She had just found an intruder in her home, why wasn’t she scared?
She gestured at the bag on the floor, “You know, what’s in those chests are worth twenty times that jewelry. They’re priceless really. Especially in the right hands.”
She walked towards him into the closet, so close that he actually took a step back out of surprise. She opened a chest and pulled out a larger version of the thing in her hand, this one was shaped like a dagger. She turned towards him and tapped a simple button on it and sparks jumped into the air. His eyes grew wide with fear at it and his attention snapped back at her face. She meant business.
“Now, I can tell the cops that I made a mistake and my cat simply knocked over a vase, or you can get back down on your knees. You planned on spending the night at my house your way but well now.. now you’ll be spending it here my way.”
She waited with the electroshock in hand, hip cocked as he mentally processed what this woman meant. He was frightened at the thought of going to jail and further at the thought of being at this woman’s mercy. Despite this, Ian sank down to his knees, his eyes keeping trained on her face. The woman replaced the shank and pat his head twice curtly. It felt demeaning and almost rewarding at once. Almost.
“You may only address me as Miss. You will be respectful or you will receive punishment. You will be called a number of things, anything that tickles my fancy. Right now, you’ll be pet. Understood?”
“Yes…” he said, still lost on what he had gotten himself into. The glare she gave him had him shrink back as he corrected himself “y-yes M-miss.”. Another two short pats.
“Good boy. Now come along.”
She walked briskly past him and down the hallway. Ian was stunned. Once in the hallway himself he looked back towards the sliding door, to freedom, and the other direction towards what he could only imagine as her bedroom. She had left him to think for himself. Now was his chance!
Ian swallowed hard and walked into the darkness, towards his awaiting Miss. What in the world was he doing?
The room was simple yet stunning. The bed was large with pillars on each corner. The woman- Miss- stood at the foot of the bed, her arms crossed. Seeing her fully in the dim light he examined her. She had on a simple silk nightgown, one that clung to her body in all the right spots.
“Strip.”
Her finger started to slowly graze her pussylip just before his eyes. Her nails were shaped into a point and painted a deep, almost wine colored red. It contrasted beautifully against her flower, which she opened her petals for him with two fingers. But when he reached forward she pulled back just far enough to deny him.
“Stay.”
Was all she said as she caressed herself. She was intimate with her fingers and soon enough her lips glistened like a rosebud in the rain. He licked his lips. His cock ached. His eyes kept flickering from between her face. It was only when he had his tongue lolling out of his face like a dog towards her cunt did she speak again.
“Ask correctly.”
“May I, Miss?” He sputtered weakly. He licked his lips greedily and couldn’t stop the smile when she kissed her perfect lips to his ravenous ones. Ian thought that he might be in control here for a while with her tender flesh between his teeth but she sat down almost forcefully atop the man’s mouth.
Dutifully, he did everything he could to suckle and lick her slit. He tilted his head up to lap at her nub, his chin nearly piercing her folds. She let him tease her nub some before she smothered him once more.
MmmfffmmmffMsss”
Ian was gasping for air at this point while still trying to pleasure her. His loins ached with such force he thought he might simply explode by eating her out. But air. He needed to breathe. He was acutely aware o how wet his mask was, how soaked in her scent it had become as she facefucked him.
When her legs finally started quivering and she oozed cream onto his mouth did Miss finally allow him to breathe. He had nearly passed out from suffocation and he was delirious at that point when he saw her beautiful face again.
Even though he was lightheaded, he needed her more than he had ever needed anyone. He tried to reach down for his shaft to stroke himself, for any stimulation at all but he remembered his bonds.
“Mis-Miss.. ah.. Miss?”
She looked over her shoulder at him as she collected her nightgown, seemingly disinterested in him.
“Hm?”
“C-could you…” he looked down pleadingly at his cock, standing at full attention in need.
“Could I…”
He swallowed again, aware of his sweat mixing in with her wetness. He thrust his hips up in desperation.
“Pl-please..”
She laughed, a cool laugh that made his body ache and his heart sink.
“Did we not just learn how to ask nicely?”
“Pl-please Miss please can I fuck you?”
“Now.. that wasn’t nice was it? That wouldn’t get you what you want.”
He dropped his head on the pillow and let out a frustrated groan. How was he begging the person he was robbing to please him? He wanted her touch. No, he needed it.
“Please Miss may y-you fuck me? I need to feel you around my c-cock.” He begged, nearly in tears from both shame and desperation.
At last, she climbed back onto the bed, onto him. She let her pussy hover just above his yearning cock once more and he really was crying at this point.
Ian felt her hand at the top of his head, gripping his mask and slowly, ever so slowly did she free him of it. His face was bright red, his hair matted and a mess and there was no doubt about how red his eyes were. She hovered her lips just over his and whispered against them “What was that, my pet?”
He answered barely above a whisper “Please make love to me, Miss”
“No.”
He balked at her. The sheer level of frustration had him thrust up towards her, the head of his shaft hitting her lips that his tongue had penetrated not moments before.
Miss held just above his range, allowing him to fuck the air beneath her in a frenzy as he tortured and wore himself out.
When his movement subsided and he was out of breath she leaned down towards his ear and whispered, nipping his ear “Have we learned our lesson about asking permission yet?”
“Y-yes Miss” his voice broke.
Before he could ask her again Miss descended down around his aching cock, enveloping him within her petallike folds. She was warm, inviting and he nearly came inside her the moment her hips were resting against his.
The sigh she left in his ear was softer than music and he could barely focus between her face so close to his and her gentle claiming of his manhood.
“C-can I cum in you, pl-please?”
She smiled and increased her rhythm, and told him to ask again. His voice was even quieter, breathless as he asked again, and again until he was pleading without air for her permission.
She finally said yes.
Ian came, bucking up inside this stranger who so mesmerized him that his vision flickered and all energy left him. Her pussy pulsed around him, milking him for his seed. He laid limp as she dismounted him with grace and undid all of his binds. She returned his mask and his clothes to him and nodded at her door.
“You’re dismissed, cat thief. Think twice before entering without permission.”
Ian dressed on shaky legs, nodding at her and went to depart.
He paused at the door, looking at her longingly.
“Miss? M-might I be able to come back tonight?”
“You may. And bring ice.” She smiled wickedly at him, knowing he was wound tightly around her finger in a single night. -->
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