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"It was nice talking with you," she said as she turned and left.
Yes, this was a good party, I had already talked to three women now. I
stepped over to a group of two women and a man. I stood just beside them
between the woman who was talking animatedly with the man and across
from the other woman who looked my type. Quiet, reserved, not too pretty
and not too plain. She looked at me and I nodded hello to her. We both
turned our attention to the on-going conversation.
"Dear, get me a Pinot Noir over there." I turned surprisedly to the
woman next to me. She stood an inch taller than me and was dressed in am
expensive wool skirt and designer blouse accessorized with well chosen
jewelery. I avoided such women because I never found success with them.
Indeed they seemed to avoid me as well.
I took her glass from her out-stretched hand and silently went to the
wine table. When I got back the man and the woman I had felt a chance
with were regrettably saying separate goodbyes to her. I handed her the
wine and she drained about a third of the glass in a quick series of
swallows. She handed the still wined glass back to me.
"Come. I'm dying to pee." I was mildly shocked by her frankness as she
led me to the bathroom. I stopped at the door to wait outside. Instead
she dragged me into it with her. "See that lock," she said pointing to
the doorknob, "it's broken. No way am I going risk being raped."
This was not that kind of party. I was puzzled.
"Stand with your back and heels against the door facing me and close
your eyes. Since I can see your face you better not peek or you WILL be
sorry." She accented the "will." I backed to the door and closed my
eyes. I listened to the sounds of a toilet lid, and the quiet slide of
nylon on nylon.
"Damn, don't you hate it when your panties get stuck on a heel? I'd take
them off but the stupid strap buckle is so small it takes me forever to
refasten it. Damn the panties are damp. I must have leaked a bit. It's
not my fault. I wanted to get here sooner. Fuck. No way am I going to
put these nice panties down on this floor." I was puzzled. Why the need
to remove the panties at all?
I still hadn't heard the sound of peeing. Then there were three high
heel clicks on the floor as she approached me.
"Open your mouth and hold these while I pee."
Without thinking I opened my mouth. My brain had fallen well behind my
excitement of being alone with this woman. By the time my it had warned
me it was too late. My mouth was stuffed with her pee dampened panties.
Three heel clicks back and finally the sound of peeing into a toilet. It
went on for a long time.
"Ohh, what a relief." She flushed and came back to me.
"You may open your eyes now. Girl, let me say that you are amazing. Now
don't speak, I am so savouring the moment."
Since I still had her panties stuffed into my mouth there was no danger
me speaking.
"Now listen very carefully. I intend to reward you here and now for your
unquestioning service." My penis felt her hand brush against it. "But
the reward will be much bigger if you are willing to delay
gratification. The choice is yours. We can kiss deeply and passionately
here for a full minute with your penis in my hand or ..."
She looked me in the eye and waited. My penis was already past hard
enough and getting harder still. My breathing quickened. My eyes had
widened. I so wanted it now. But my brain had finally caught up and was
screaming at me. NO idiot! Not now. Take the later! I stopped breathing.
I slowly nodded no. I exhaled a sigh of disappointment.
"Ohh, that's so good. I see that you are much smarter than your penis.
Now give me that wine while you fetch two of your business cards. I will
write an address and a time on one and give it back to you. You know
what that means right?"
I nodded yes. "Of course you do. Here's the deal. After I leave the
bathroom you will stay here for five minutes. With the panties in your
mouth. After five minutes you may take them out and put them in your
pocket. You are going to need them. See, when we meet next you will be
wearing them."
All the while during that speech she had been rubbing my now hard penis.
She undid my belt and pants and let them drop around my ankles. She
opened the door and left.
A WEEK LATER
A week later I was sitting on a sofa across from her. My hard penis was
trapped by the pink nylon panties.
"Have you ever worn a pair of panties before." I nodded no. "You seem to
enjoying the experience I see." There was, of course, no denying it. I
was surprised at my reaction when I first put them on. Now that I was
focused on the reality I blushed.
"Do you think of yourself as a normal man?" I nodded yes. "Do you think
it is normal for a man to put on a strange woman's panties and then come
over to her house? I want an answer not a nod. I want a full explanation
for your actions. Take your time. Think it through." I thought.
"No it's not normal. But normal people sometimes do things out of the
ordinary and still remain normal. In fact if they didn't they wouldn't
be normal, would they?" I smiled at my wit.
"I promised you more if you could wait. I can suck you off right now or
..."
"Or if I am willing to do something else normal men don't do then ..."
"Yes. Exactly."
I had never felt so alive. The woman was beautiful. The situation was
incredible. Fear had begun to creep into me. I so wanted to go on. But.
But. But... I knew that I must again accept without knowing what next
would come. I once again nodded accent.
"Say it."
"Yes I want to do something else no normal man does so I can have an
even more intimate moment with you."
She reached into her purse and pulled out a bra that matched the panties
I had on.
"You must wear the panties and the bra all day everyday until you come
back here on Wednesday."
WEDNESDAY
On Wednesday there was a party at her house. I had expected to be alone
with her. I was extremely self conscious. The bra and panties were not
visible. Yet I felt vulnerable. At one point a woman patted me on the
back. I had told a mildly upsetting story about myself and she was
consoling me. Had she felt the bra straps?
I was among the last of the party guests. Everyone was getting ready to
go. My hostess looked at me. "Would you be so kind as to stop by
tomorrow?" Fuck, fuck, fuck, another delay. And this time no little
intermediate reward. At least it was just till tomorrow.
I left the party with a small group of two women and another man. "Oh
you live in the neighborhood just past mine. Walk me home. It's not
far."
We chatted lightly. I began to fear that she would take a liking to me
and want to get intimate. I felt the bra and panties at each step. I had
to fight off my penis. At her house she politely shook hands and bade me
good night and thanked me for escorting her home. I was relieved and
disappointed.
I had never felt so not me as I did that evening. At every interaction
with other people I was conscious of my bra and panties. It was a kind
of discomfort I had never experienced. I wanted to be friendly but I had
this fear of discovery. It had either held me back or had distorted my
usual conversations. I wanted to be available to open up. Yet down that
path dwelt potential embarrassment.
THURSDAY
"How are you doing? You seemed reserved yesterday. You still think of
yourself as a normal man, don't you?"
"Oh yes, sure. It's not that. That's just a difference."
"Good. Here, go into the bathroom and put these on." She handed me a
pair of panty hose.
When I came out "she" was there. The woman I had walked home. In the
daylight now I realized I had seen her at the first party too. She was
the woman I had felt was my type. Funny how my focus on the forceful
woman and my over consciousness of wearing a bra and panties had
distracted me into not paying full attention and noticing her before.
Our hostess said, "Nobody's eaten right? In a bit lets go out to
dinner."
At dinner drinks had arrived. My new attraction and I had just ordered,
when suddenly our hostess jumped up, threw down a credit card and
exclaimed, "Oh god I forgot. I can just make it if I grab a cab. You two
enjoy yourselves on me. Tomorrow. Bye." And with that she sped out the
door. The waiter arrived note pen in hand.
"You seem so nice. My last two boyfriends were weirdos. It's so nice to
spend time with a regular guy. Sure sometimes I like edge but really
adrenaline is not my thing. Just give me ordinary plain vanilla."
We hit it off pretty nicely. I walked her home again. Luckily again she
did not invite me up. But we embraced for a short passionate kiss. Arms
around each other. Holding tight just below the shoulder blades. Did she
notice?
FRIDAY
I came over earlier. She was home. Alone. I handed her the panties, bra
and hose.
She slapped me hard. "Did you make a date?"
"Yes, not this weekend but the next."
"Then we have time to fulfill our obligations to each other."
"No. I don't want to be intimate with you anymore."
"Fine. As you wish. But you still owe me. I have invested effort in you
and I have set expectations for you. I am now disappointed. I really
felt we were hitting it off. I felt that you were excited by the scene
that I had begun to prepare. I sensed that you were well shy of what you
are capable of. You owe her nothing yet. Lets come to some kind of
conclusion to what we started. Are you really saying that I don't turn
you on? Are you really not interested in me. Not interested in getting
very close to me? Extremely close?"
As she said this last she was standing next to me. Her hands had begun
taking possession of my body. She was right. My disinterest was purely
intellectual. Sort of the right thing to do at one moment. But not this
moment. Again my penis was going in the opposite direction as my mind.
She removed my shirt. When I had begun to use my hands reciprocally she
grabbed my wrists and raised up my arms. Obeying her implied command I
left them in the air. Soon she had my pants off and was returning the
disarrayed panties back up my legs. Brushing my stiff penis.
And there I was standing naked save for my bra and panties before her.
My raging penis tenting the panties. Her hands had been doing more than
caressing the bra and panties. Much more.
It was all so exciting. I loved being possessed by her. I would do
anything at that moment,
"For the next four days I want you to be my personal love slave. What do
you think?" She had said this with her hands on my shoulders and her
mouth six inches from my own. Then four inches then two. Then our
tongues were inside each other.
"Hunh?" she asked as she withdrew her mouth from mine. "Then you can
leave and hook up with your new friend" This last said as her hand
firmly grasped my penis.
I was out of my mind with passion. "Yes. Yes."
"Yes, yes, what?"
"Yes four days of sexual personal slavery. Please. Please!"
With that she backed me against the wall. She lifted one arm and licked
my arm pit. She extended the arm up above my head against the wall and
quickly snapped something around my wrist.
"Good." She backed away from me, leaving me literally hanging.
"Ohhh, ohhh," I moaned. I really wanted to come; to orgasm. "Finish me,"
I begged.
As I reached my free hand to my penis to finish myself she grabbed it.
Again she got her mouth an inch from mine. I moaned for a kiss and
leaned into her. Instead she took my other arm and raised it over my
head and snapped something around it too.
Hanging I bucked my hips thrusting for some contact with something
anything. She had walked over to the ice bucket. She opened it and
grabbed some ice. She then clamped the ice over my penis. It was
delicious and cold at the same time. The shock was shrinking my penis
and awakening my brain. After fiddling with several different sized
pieces of plastic she finally found the Goldilocks one.
Fully mindfully present I assessed my current state. Bra-ed, pantied,
arms locked above my head to the wall, I was now locked into chastity.
"What the fuck," I screamed followed by a quick blinding flash of light.
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