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Man Into Panties
By C.C.
From the Files of Roderick Masters, Ph.D.
Psychic Investigator
9/16/-- After months of hearing about the Gypsy Enchantress known as
Sula, I have at last managed to make an appointment with her and will
soon be able to check on her claims of supernatural thought-transference.
Reports have reached me that Sula (who, from all her accounts, is a very
attractive woman in her late twenties with jet-black wavy hair and vivid,
hypnotic green eyes) is able to make slaves of men by transferring their
conscious minds into inanimate objects, such as jewelry or pieces of
clothing. Once their conscious minds have been thus displaced, the bodies
of these men are left with no will and are easily dominated by the
powerful Sula.
Perhaps most remarkable is Sula's claim that the minds of her slaves are,
at some point, able to return to their bodies, but they choose not to,
preferring to remain trapped in whatever object Sula has put them.
Of course, such claims are sheer nonsense. If Sula has any powers at all
to rob men of their will, she probably does it with drugs or hypnosis.
The very idea that a man's mind, his awareness, thoughts and
feelings, can be taken from his body and placed in an inanimate object is
preposterous.
It must be.
"... Well, Doctor," sitting comfortably on an overstuffed couch in her
small, elegant apartment, Sula warned me, "I have told you of my powers
and of the risks to those who wish to see them demonstrated. Many men
have come to me, curious as your are now. None have ever left, except as
my willing slaves!"
I tried not to laugh in her face.
"Where are these 'slaves' now?" I asked smugly.
"Many places, many fates," Sula smiled softly. "The young, good-looking
ones, like yourself, I have kept for a while as sexual toys, then sold
them to perverse houses of pleasure or given them as gifts to my friends.
The wealthy ones--also like yourself--have signed over their fortunes to
me, then disappeared. Some, I turned into women, using herbs and potions,
and, they now work as maids or as exotic dancers. Their fates have but
one thing in common: all of them could have escaped; none did!"
Her intense manner was simply too much for me. I smiled in spite of
myself.
"Okay, Miss Sula," I said flippantly, "go ahead and show off your Mystic
Powers. Do your worst. If what you say is true, I'll kiss your ass!"
Instead of becoming angry, Sula only smiled wider."Yessss," she hissed,
fixing me with her penetrating stare. My gaze felt drawn to her glowing
green eyes, locked in by her uncanny power.
"Remember," she continued softly as I felt myself grow numb, "your mind
shall be taken from your body and placed in another object. But you can
always return. You yourself can bring your mind back into your body and
regain your will, so long as the object which contains your mind stays in
this apartment. If you let the object be carried away from here with your
mind still in it, you'll lose the ability to return and your body will
forever be a slave, while your consciousness remains trapped wherever I
put it. And now you feel dizzy. All is darkness about you as your mind
drifts in space. And now... and now... I think you will Kiss My Ass!"
All that she said was true. I felt the feeling leave my body. Everything
went black for a moment. I actually felt as if my mind were being lifted
from my body and drifting in space! And then...
I smelled the close intimacy of a woman's love-nest. Felt the warmth of
her buttocks against my face. The tickle of her pussy hairs flicking
across my chest. The soft caress of her thighs around me and the delicate
kiss of her nether lips all over my body. I was stimulated, excited. I
opened my eyes. I was...
My God! I was a pair of panties!
I saw things the way you see them in a dream, sometimes from your own
viewpoint (Sula's lovely skirt-covered rump and dark love-nest were all I
could see) sometimes from some all-seeing point of view (How odd to be
seeing my own body sitting passively on the floor while Sula stood above
me!) sometimes from both at once.
But at all times, I felt the exciting nearness of Sula's crotch. The soft
caress of her intimate flesh, seemingly sliding all over my body. And my
face. Yes, my face seemed to have been securely transferred to the seat
of those delicate, lacy red panties that now stretched across Sula's
superbly rounded ass.
She reached under her skirt now and stroked the front of the panties. It
felt like she was stroking my chest, teasing the nipples into erection.
There were two bows sewn into the sides of the panties, and as Sula toyed
with these, it felt like her fingers were playing with my ears. I even
heard the soft-but-loud rustle of her fingertips! Then, as Sulla ran a
damp finger up and down a strip of lace sewn to the front of the panties,
I immediately felt my cock surge with excitement!
"Not too much of that!" She raised her skirt and smiled down at her
pantied crotch. It felt as if she were looking me straight in the eye. "I
have some interesting plans for you, my little panty-plaything!"
Then she looked at my body, kneeling before her.
"Get that glassy look out of your eyes, Slave!" she snapped. "Try to look
intelligent, even though you no longer have any will! That's better. Now
strip!"
Fascinated, I watched myself--my body, that is--strip completely naked.
Sula ordered me to play with myself, and my body obeyed, stroking my cock
into erection, even though my mind couldn't feel it. How strange to be
watching my own body from inside a pair of panties!
"That's enough," Sula ordered, "I don't want you getting stains all over
my expensive rugs. No, your role here will be just the reverse... a
cleaning lady I think. Follow me into the bathroom. And crawl."
Of course, I could have put my mind back into my body right then,
regained my will and walked out of there. I almost did it, too. I
concentrated just a bit, and sure enough, felt my mind start to lift out
of the panties, free to drift back into my body. But my scientific
curiosity got the better of my good judgment, and I returned my mind to
the panties. Plenty of time to return to my body later, I thought, and
for now I felt the very pleasurable sensation of Sula's undulating rump
moving all over my face, chest and legs (At least that's how it felt!) as
she walked, hips swaying, into the bathroom.
"Inside, Slave!"
I sawherkickmybody in the rump.
"There's a list of instructions and equipment waiting for you. When
you've finished carrying out all your written orders, you may await my
summons!"
I wondered what instructions my enslaved body would read and obey in that
bathroom, but I couldn't project my dreamlike vision quite far enough to
see without leaving the panties, and I didn't want to do that quite yet.
Meanwhile, I had enough to think about as Sula returned to the living
room and sat down in an easy chair. I felt a gentle bouncing of her rump
on my face as she bent forward and began picking through my discarded
clothing.
"Since you've assumed the identity of a piece of my apparel," Sula
wiggled sensuously. "It's only fair that I avail myself of yours. Let's
see... checkbook, credit cards, wallet... this will all come in very
handy! Hmmm, there are some phone number here. I wonder If..."
Sula picked up the phone, then absent-mindedly began jiggling her foot,
causing her nylons to rustle together. It would normally have been just a
soft sound, but in my present panty-state, it was deafening! I could see
Sula dialing the phone, hear the sound of her voice, but I couldn't tell
who she was calling or what she was saying--it was maddening!
But Sula soon hung up. She lifted up the hem of her skirt and smiled down
at me, her panties.
"Company's coming, Sweet!" She stroked the lace front, and I felt her
fingers again, across my chest and cock--or so it felt. Lacking real male
organs, it was impossible for me to climax in that state, but I could
certainly feel sexual stimulation! I must make a note of this, I thought
in confusion as the erotic teasing continued. But how was I going to make
notes when I had no hands?
To add to my bewilderment, Sula now rose, bending sensuously, and said,
"Better clean this place up."
And she gathered up my clothing, walked across the room, and chucked it
all down an airshaft!
It had all happened so fast! One minute I was feeling the sensuous
slither of her shapely ass and soft pussy all over my face (or what felt
like my face) and the next, I was watching all my clothes disappear down
a chute to nowhere!
"Surprised honey?" Sula chuckled. "Well, don't worry. Now that you're
just a pair of panties, you needn't concern yourself with things like
male clothing. But just to set your mind at rest--your mind is still in
there, isn't it? I've given your former body a very charming costume.
Here, I'll show you!" She clapped her hands. "Slave, present yourself!"
Immediately, the bathroom door opened, and if I'd had a mouth, I would
have gasped in shock. For there I stood. I mean, there my body stood. But
it was so changed!
It was a smooth-skinned, big-breasted, nearly-nude cleaning lady. And it
was me!
It took me a little time, but as my radically-altered body scampered
about the apartment, obeying Sula's orders to dust and sweep, I finally
figured out what had happened. I mean, it wasn't easy to think clearly
with Sula's sexy ass pressing into my face all the time!
It must have been while my will-less body had been in the bathroom.
Obeying Sula's written instructions, I must have shaved all the hair off
my physique, glued realistic rubber breasts to my chest, and put makeup
on my face. My lips were now a wide cherry red. My eyes were blue-
shadowed, with long dark lashes. My features had been softened with
powder and rouge. And my feminine face was now crowned by a long, curly
blonde wig! Moreover, my cock and been taped back between my legs with
two-sided tape and covered with another blonde wig, this one cut into a
cute triangle shape, just like a woman's pussy!
But aside from the two wigs, my only clothing was a pair of tall, shiny
black leather high heels!
I watched my feminized form mincing about the apartment, bare breasts
bouncing realistically as her--my?--ass swished from side to side, and I
suddenly realized that I was now in quite a spot! Sure, I could return to
my body and take control again, but it wouldn't be much fun controlling a
nude body that looked like that! Not to mention trying to get back home
in such a state! The thought of being out on the street like that, all
feminized, with no money, no clothes, no keys to my home or car or
office... it would have sent chills up and down my spine, if I'd had a
spine!
"Starting to worry, little panties?" Sula lifted up her skirt and smiled
down at me again. "This isn't going to be quite as simple as you thought,
is it?" She rubbed her hands across her bottom, and in my altered state,
if felt as if she were pushing my face deeper into her ass.
"You know, I could just order my feminized slave to walk the block!" She
laughed wickedly. "Then you'd have no choice but to return your mind to
your body --or lose it forever! Think of how interesting it would be for
you if I locked the door as you went out and you were stuck outside like
that! But that would spoil the fun I have planned..."
Suddenly the door buzzer sounded.
"Answer that, Maid," Sula snapped. "Speak in a high feminine voice when
you do. And be sure to smile and curtsy."
Not knowing what was going to happen next, and afraid to guess, I watched
my feminized body parade, bare-breasted and bare-assed in high heels, to
the door. Watched in horrible fascination as the effeminate thing that
was now me opened the door and curtseyed, saying, "Do please come in,
Ma'am."
And in walked Leona, my tall, ripely-built black secretary!
Even if I hadn't been turned into a pair of panties, I would have been
struck speechless at the sight of Leona, the person I'd least expected to
see here! But she surveyed my feminized body calmly, taking special note
of my shaven legs and jiggling bosom, my made-up face and the silly sight
my body made, simpering nude before her.
"Sula, "Leona grinned, "I never thought anyone could do it! Even you!"
'Well," Sula smiled back, closing the door. "There's your proof! Your
former boss, now a ridiculous, feminized slave!"
"And he has no will of his own? He'll do whatever anyone tells him?"
Leona persisted.
"Oh, he could assert his will again, bring his mind back into his body,
if he wanted to," Sula sat down on the large couch. I felt her ass
pressing into my face again as she continued, "But I don't think he wants
to. Go ahead, try him!"
"With pleasure!" Leona's smile grew even wider as she turned to my
feminized body. "All right, Missy-Slave!" she snapped. "Fetch me a
rolled-up newspaper so's I can tan your pretty little bottom with it."
Astounded, I watched my body curtsy effeminately and chirp, "Yes
Mistress!"
I had barely recovered from my surprise by the time Leona started in,
lambasting my bare, upturned bottom. How odd it felt to see myself, my
own body, bending obediently forward so that my own secretary could more
easily spank me! I felt no pain, just an awful sense of embarrassment as
Leona chuckled and ordered me to touch my toes as she rained painful-
looking swats gleefully down on my smooth, round pratt!
Then, Sula crossed her legs again and stroked the lace front of her
panties. I once more felt a surge of sexual excitement and inhaled her
heady perfume, remembering that my conscious mind, my thoughts and
feelings, were still inside that flimsy scrap of underwear!
Well, I wasn't trapped there. I mean, I could have put my mind back into
my body... but as I heard Leona's fierce blows landing on my bared rump,
saw my brightly-glowing ass cheeks and my dainty, feminized appearance, I
realized that my body wasn't a very nice place to be right now! Better
stay here inside the panties, I thought....
"Well," Sula asked, when Leona had finished at last, "convinced?"
"You betcha, Baby," Leona leered. "Boy, am I ever glad we made this deal!
Since I usually do all the paperwork at the office, it'll be easy for me
to start milking his accounts. I'll have a fortune in no time."
"And I shall be able to order my feminized slave." Sula gestured over at
my silly-looking body, standing red-cheeked in a corner as she --I mean
I--I mean my body still bent forward, breasts swinging down, "to sign all
her other possessions over to me! First her clothing and furniture, I
think. Then her cars and bank accounts. Finally, her house and everything
else that once belonged to her former male self."
"And what will happen to her in the meantime?" Leona asked excitedly.
"Gradually, bit by bit, I shall make her more and more feminine," Sula
smiled, sensing my discomfort as I listened, wrapped around her loins,
"Using some rare potions, I shall make her grow real breasts, even as I
reduce the size of her male equipment. Soon, I shall teach her the subtle
arts of giving pleasure as a woman should. Deep hypnotic treatments will
make her forget she ever was a wealthy, virile male, trapping her
completely in her feminine identity. And when that happens, she'll be
sold to a buyer in Sweden who specializes in sexual oddities! Our Doctor
Roderick Masters will finish out his days as an exotic dancer and highly-
paid call girl."
"Oh Sula, how wicked!" Leona tittered with delight. "That will be one
fine punishment for the man who used to act so arrogant and superior to
me, just because I'm a black woman! How can I ever repay you?"
"Well." To my surprise, Sula began slowly unbuttoning her blouse. I felt
the heat rise in her groin, "All this talk has made me very excited. How
about another session... like the last one?"
"Oh Sula, Bay-Bee," Leona sighed, kicking off her shoes, "Sometimes I
swear you can read my mind!"
As I watched in amazement, the two women began to disrobe. So they were
lesbians! That must be why Leona had been so unwilling to let me seduce
her, giving in to my sexual demands only after I had threatened to fire
her and have her black-listed in the community. And she thought this was
the way she would punish me, by trapping my mind in a pair of panties
while Sula transformed my body into a cringing feminine sex object!
Well, I decided, these two vixens were in for quite a surprise! I could
put my mind back into my body any time I wanted. All I had to do was wait
for Leona to leave, take back control of my body, and take Sula by
surprise. It should be a simple matter to overpower her and force her to
return my money and keys. And I could "borrow" clothes from her to get
home in.
And then we'd see who laughed last!
But for now, I was entranced by the sight of these two magnificent women
preparing to make love. Leona practically ripped off her dress, revealing
the fact that she was wearing no underwear beneath it. The rich black
skin rippled over her ripe curves like some particularly delicious
chocolate sauce.
Sula, meanwhile, had stripped down to her panties, showing off her
incredibly smooth ivory skin and her own smaller but well-proportioned
charms. Breathing deeply, she ran her hands down the front of her panties
and wriggled her hips, causing me to feel new waves of sensuous thrill.
"Come to me!" she gasped, beckoning to Leona.
And the two women came together in a wild embrace, their breasts mashing
together as they intertwined their tongues, rubbing their pelvises
against each other (Oh! The indescribably erotic thrill of actually being
between two moist, heated pussies!)
In a trice, I felt myself sliding down Sula's legs as she pushed Leona
backwards on the couch and prepared to mount her. I felt myself hanging
by one of Sula's delicate ankles, her pretty toes just inches from what
felt like my face as she squirmed over Leona (Ah, the feel of my silk-
skin gliding over Leona's pouting nipples and shapely legs as Sula moved
above her!)
And then the two lesbians clinched together in passion. I saw their
bodies intertwine in a breathtaking kaleidoscope of black-and-white.
Heard the exciting sounds of tender moans and soft lapping. Breathed in
the inspiring atmosphere of women pleasuring one another. How thrilling
to be this close to it all!
A long while later, the two females slowly disentangled themselves,
sighing little sighs of satisfaction. Sula dropped me, her panties,
gently to the floor and put on a silken robe as Leona prepared to dress.
"Looks like I was in such a hurry I tore my dress!" Leona smiled. "Do you
have a long coat I can wear to get home in?"
"Of course I do, Darling!" Sula quickly brought a light raincoat from a
nearby closet. And as she watched my enslaved body help Leona into it,
she added, "And here, take these, too!"
And she handed her discarded panties--me! -- to the black woman.
I could scarcely believe that Sula would try anything as crude as this.
Of course, I knew that if the panties were taken out of the apartment
while my mind was still in them, I would be trapped like that, my
feelings, senses and thoughts imprisoned forever in a pair of silk
panties while Sula dominated and feminized my obedient body. And Leona
was obviously preparing to leave now. (Mmmm, the wondrous feel of being
drawn up her smooth legs and settling lightly across her huge buttocks!
The strong, intriguing odor of her sex!)
But Leona was talking now.
"I'll keep them as a special memento," she said happily. "I'll rinse them
out in my perfume tonight, then hang them to dry over the shower rod
while I lounge in the tub. Then tomorrow morning, I'll put them in a
scented drawer with my other special undies--you know, the really lacy,
delicate things. And I'll wear these darling panties..." She patted her
rump, and it was like having my nose pushed gently into her black
ass."... whenever I'm expecting a romantic evening with one of the girls!
Oh, thank you, Sula!"
"I assure you," Sula smiled wickedly, "I'll be tickled pink just thinking
of you wearing those panties! Bye now, Sweet."
The two women kissed again, and I knew that now it really was time to
leave the panties and get back into my own body. I concentrated, and once
again, felt my mind begin to lift free of the undies. And then
And then Leona softly broke wind.
The sudden acrid odor, overpowering this close, filled my senses. It was
as if I couldn't breathe! I felt like gagging, choking, coughing... if I
could only turn my head! But I had no head to turn, and it felt as if my
face were locked into that pungent ass! Things were spinning, growing
black around me.
I passed out.
It lasted only a few seconds. Soon, I felt myself return to
consciousness. Felt the rolling swish of Leona's hips as she strolled
down the corridor to the elevator.
Down the corridor? Oh good heavens! We were out of the apartment!
I tried desperately to lift my mind out of the panties. No use! Sula was
right, I was too far away now. Trapped!
Leona rang for the elevator and shifted on one foot as she waited. The
motion set her hips rolling and I could feel the sexy slither of her
rounded bottom cheeks, seeming to caress my face and chest. Two droplets
of moisture rolled from her still-warm pussy, and I could taste them,
strong and sharp.
And this, I thought, is what 'm going to experience from now on.
Once a proud, dominant man, I would forever more be reduced to a bit of
dainty feminine underwear, stretched across my Mistress' black ass and
cramped between her heated thighs. While my former body, now a slave to
Sula's whims, grew more and more feminine, eventually becoming a hall-
sexed "entertainer" for my lesbian owners.
Leona darted a mischievous hand beneath her coat, and I felt her fingers
on my lace front, like a teasing, tantalizing caress.
I had better get used to it.
thEnd!
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