Tina’s Panty Slave · Part 1 (1/2)
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I never considered myself an especially aggressive woman, but in the past few months I've discovered the joys of feminine domination by training my boyfriend to be my own personal maidservant!
Ronnie is the most servile, most submissive maid a girl could want. No order is too difficult; no whim too small for him to carry out immediately. He hangs on my every word, eager to obey my every command. He is my utter slave and he loves every second of it!
You see, Ronnie has a serious panty fetish, which I put to good use in controlling him. His lust for them seems to know no limit.
How desperately he craves perversion with my soiled panties. More than anything else he loves to sniff and lick my secretions out of them. It gets him so excited… you should see it!
Ronnie will endure any humiliation; submit to any degradation as long as he gets to lick my panties at the end of it. I make him earn the privilege dearly, believe me!
Ronnie wants to live with me and be my full-time maid, but I think having him underfoot all the time would cramp my style. After all, a girl has to have some privacy! Instead, I have him come in three times a week to clean the apartment and tend to any other chores I might have in mind for him. Weekends are reserved for entertaining.
On weeknights Ronnie appears at my door at the appointed time like clockwork. Not too early, not too late… right on time. Ronnie knows there are severe punishments for keeping his Mistress waiting or surprising me when he's not expected! I've only had to correct him once. Believe me, he was never late again!
The first thing I have Ronnie do is strip off his work clothes and kneel before his Mistress so I can inspect the lingerie he's wearing underneath. Whenever he is out of my sight Ronnie has standing orders to wear panties, a garter belt and stockings under his trousers.
I know wearing panties must make it difficult for Ronnie to concentrate on his work. He must get very excited as his cock slides back and forth inside his silky panties, but that's just the way I want it. It keeps his mind on his Mistress when I'm not around to keep an eye on him.
I would make Ronnie wear a TV training bra too, but it be difficult for him to deal normally with his clients with a pair of little titties peeking through his custom-tailored shirts. So in the interests of having him make more money to spend on me I have made this small concession.
Having Ronnie wear lingerie under his clothes serves another important function: it keeps him from getting ideas about screwing around with any of the beautiful women he works with.
There are many gorgeous young women who would love to attach themselves to a successful, rising executive like Ronnie.
Fortunately, I don't think there are many who'd get turned on if they knew that underneath that pinstriped Brooks Brothers suit Ronnie was wearing lingerie prettier and more expensive than theirs. Besides, he's so perverted that I dount having "Normal" sex with one of the office girls could satisfy him any more.
I have threatened to punish Ronnie unmercifully if I ever catch him without his frillies on, but I doubt I'll ever have to. For one thing I have long since thrown out all his male underwear. For another, he truly craves wearing ladies' lingerie!
Once I'm satisfied that his little dainties are in order, I thrust my spiked heel in Ronnie's face and order him to suck on the heel. This lets him know right away who's in control. He does so eagerly, lovingly moving my heel in and out of his mouth like he's sucking a cock.
Ronnie is so into it that I have him suck the other heel and lick the soles clean while he's at it. Then I have him put a nice high gloss on my patent leather tops with his tongue as he continues to grovel at my feet.
Once my shoes are gleaming I have Ronnie kneel at attention while I look at the big erection tenting out the front of his panties. I can't believe the little worm gets so excited just by slurping a little leather.
Now, I raise my skirt and let him gaze longingly at the soft, feminine panties, frilly garter belt and sheer seamed nylons I'm wearing underneath. Staring longingly at the object of his sick obsessions, I know Ronnie will do anything to earn the privilege of masturbation with his Mistess' panties.
I command him to gently remove my panties, glowering and scolding him against taking too long or fondling them without permission. I know when he gets them down about my knees he will get his first whiff of my womanhood, and it will excite him terribly.
Sometimes when I really want to make him crazy I have him remove my panties with his mouth. So much the better; slaves are more eager to serve when kept in a state of prolonged sexual arousal.
Ronnie gently slides my panties down around my ankles and I step out of them. Then I have him hand them to me and I place them to one side, within Ronnie's field of vision to provide incentive for the sniveling slave to please his Mistress.
Then, I snap my fingers and Ronnie has permission to service his Mistress orally. He sucks and laps eagerly at my excited pussy as he slowly brings me to a sexual frenzy with his loving mouth. It took as lot of training to get Ronnie to learn how to do it right, but it's worth is as he gives the best head I've ever had. He is the only man I know who really knows how to do it right!
Ronnie is gentle and loving and endlessly attentive, though I would never, ever tell him so. It would be bad for discipline to have a slave with a swelled head! As far as he's concerned he's a useless, clumsy little shit who can't do anything right! He has to make me cum to the point where I can hardly stand to get credit for a merely "adequate" job.
I continue to straddle Ronnie's face as I use him for a human stool. I roughly grind my sex into his face and try to smother him with it. It gives him perspective on what it must be like to be a pair of his Mistress' panties he so desperately craves. Besides, he's supposed to be satisfying his Mistress, not breathing!
Ronnie wildly sucks and laps at my drooling slit until I'm teetering on the edge of bliss. He always seems to know instinctively when I'm about to let loose, and he takes his finger, totally saturated with my juices, and slides it sharply into my asshole. Then he gently circles the inside of my sphincter and I explode in a delicious climax!
My body goes limp with exhaustion from such intense pleasure. After that, I turn around and command Ronnie to clean my asshole. He eagerly slips his tongue between my buttocks and darts it in and out of me. He licks my puckered asshole until I can hear his tongue squeaking between the perfectly cleaned cheeks.
By the huge hard-on in his panties I can see that Ronnie enjoys attending his Mistress. But no matter how incredibly hot he makes me or how excited he gets he is NEVER, EVER allowed to fuck me. I would never allow him to defile me with that disgusting organ of his, though I'm sure he dreams about it. Besides, it wouldn't do at all to be screwing the domestic help!
When I really need to be fucked I have Ronnie service me with a nice, big dildo… or I get a real man to do it! I get a macho guy to plow my pussy while I make Ronnie kneel at the foot of the bed and watch while I tell him what a sniveling sissy he is.
Once Ronnie's oral servitude is finished, he once again kneels at my feet, awaiting my orders. I reach over to the table and pick up the panties I'd worn to work today.
I hold them open between my hands and admire the expensive material and the quality construction. I wear only the most expensive premium lingerie. Being involved with a fetishist has really raised my standards. Besides, I make him buy it for me! My days of wearing $3.98 Rainbow Shop panties are over.
Meanwhile, Ronnie is already practically drooling and throbbing inside his own pretty panties as I contemplate the ones in my hand. Then, I wickedly dangle them in his face, allowing the faintly damp crotch to drape over his flaring nostrils so he can get a good whiff.
"Does Maid Ronnie want to lick Mistress' panties? Well, do you?"
"Oh yesss Mistressssss," he hisses. "Please Mistress, let me have your pretty panties! Please let me lick them! Please Mistress, I'll do anything! Let me lick the precious panties Mistress! Please let me!"
But no matter how much he grovels or begs Ronnie knows full well there will be no panty licking for him unless he obeys my orders to my complete satisfaction! Panty privileges are only granted if and when he performs in the most exemplary fashion.
Now that he has finished groveling, I clap my hands in dismissal. That means Ronnie will retire to his room and put himself together while I go and slip into something more comfortable.
Ronnie's room used to be a separate bedroom in my apartment but he has gradually taken it over until now it's fully devoted to his female persona.
Ronnie has a closetful of lovely outfits: Maids uniforms, dresses and seperates as well as an assortment of kinky costumes made of leather, rubber and PVC. He has a remarkable collection of erotic footwear surpassed only by my own.
But what's really remarkable is Ronnie's collection of lovely lingerie; a wardrobe any two normal women would be proud to own. Ronnie has two dressers for his lingerie: brassieres, camisoles, tap panties, slips, petticoats, garter belts. stockings, anklets, and every conceivable item of feminine undergarment.
In addition, he has an expensive collection of foundations: briefers, panty girdles, waist cinchers, bustiers, corselettes and control panties. Not to mention a very expensive assortment of old-fashioned corsetry for the wasp- waisted look.
Ronnie's foundations have deliberately been bought two sizes too small for him for maximum effectiveness. After all, his silly male physiology needs all the help it can get to achieve a girlish figure! For this reason I buy him the tightest-fitting foundations possible.
These garments won't fit him if he gains even a pound or two. I find it amusing and ironic that Ronnie must keep on a strict diet in order to fit into slimming undergarments designed for women who can't!
But the crowning glory of Ronnie's little retreat is his exquisite collection of pretty panties. He owns literally hundreds. So many, in fact, that he has a dresser devoted strictly to them. It's a huge chest with a dozen drawers and there still isn't room for them all!
Ronnie has panties of every description. Briefs, bikinis, hi-cuts, hipsters, light control, and thongs. Each is adorned with expensive, elaborate lace or extensive ruffles. They range in quality from off-the-rack brand names to imported delicacies to custom-made frillies conceived by our own wicked imaginations.
Lace, silk, nylon, spandex, rayon, leather, rubber, latex, PVC; Ronnie's panties are made of every material except one: cotton. More than anything Ronnie hates cotton panties, probably because they remind him of those boring BVDs he had to wear for so many years.
One drawer is completely devoted to big, frilly sissypants for his maids' outfits. Another for erotic specialty panties like crotchless or dildo pants. I could go on for hours about Ronnie's panty collection. It is truly remarkable but once again, mine is even better!
Ronnie enters the center of his feminine world and takes off his worn lingerie. He showers and removes all the stubble from his face and body with depilitories. Then he dries off and gets into his lovely lingerie.
Ronnie takes much too long to decide what to wear, so I've adopted the practice of laying out the outfit I want him to wear on his bed. Besides saving time it communicates to my slave what kind of mood his Mistress is in.
He takes the garter belt off the bed and fastens it around his waist. Then he slips gingerly into his seamed black fishnets, being careful not to get a pull in them. He picks up his maid's panties and fondles the deep white ruffles in his fingers. Then he remembers his Mistress is waiting and slips them on.
Next, Ronnie struggles to get into the stiff corset I've laid out for him. He looks so awkward and silly contorting himself to get it on. Some days when I need a good laugh I'll go in and watch him struggle with it.
The Merry Widow corset I have out for him today has push-up cups to enhance his cleavage. He slips in his breast prostheses, which are specially matched to his skin tone. When he gets him in place they are weighted and matched so perfectly it is impossible for the untrained eye to tell they aren't his own.
Next comes the Maid's uniform. He'll wear a black satin uniform that is suitable for everyday use. Naturally, he owns a dozen of them in different styles as well as more elaborate white and pink ones for special occasions.
This particualar uniform is elaborately adorned with stiff white ruffles, big puffy shoulders and sleeves that flare out into big white ruffles at the cuffs. Ths skirt is very short, only to mid-thigh. It's adorned with three tiers of big white ruffles and a frilly white apron.
Under the miniskirt is made full with stiff white crinoline petticoats to hold it out full. The skirt is slit in the back to off the lovely white ruffles of the sissypants on his behind. Overall, the effect is that the skirt hides nothing, as the petticoats hold the skirt out practically vertically.
Ronnie is now ready for his makeup and wig. Though he has longish hair that can be restyled for a feminine effect, lately I have taken to making Ronnie wear big, elaborate wigs for a different look.
Ronnie then puts on his makeup. Under my expert tutelege Ronnie has learned to put his face on in a reasonable amount of time. Overall, it takes Ronnie about 45 minutes to put himself together properly; better than most women!
Then, the final touch: a pair of towering six-inch black patent heels. Ronnie slips them on and teeters out the door, struggling to get his balance.
Ronnie gives himself one last look in the full-length mirror, clearly delighted with himself. The macho, hard-driving executive has been transformed into Fifi the French Maid! Painted, perfumed and corseted as he is, he is quite convincing as a woman.
Once transformed, Ronnie returns and kneels at my feet, awaiting my further orders. As usual, he has a raging erection tenting out the front of his frilly panties.
Now it's time for Ronnie to really get to work. He brings me a nice dry Martini, just the way I like it. Then he vacuums and dusts while I relax and watch the soap operas he's taped for me on the VCR. Hey, even career women need diversion. Besides, it makes for "female bonding" at work.
I find soaps endlessly amusing because the heroines always seem to be whining about problems with their men. If they're not out screwing around they're too busy working and backstabbing each other. The solution to me is clear. They should do what I did – mold their men into obedient little sissies.
You have to understand the psychology of the situation. You take your man's deepest, most secret sexual desire and us it to enslave him. You'd be amazed how many aggressive, macho guys secretly want to submit themselves to a dominant woman.
You see, Ronnie is not an unwilling captive by any means. He is a slave to his fetishes, and I simply exploit these desires to ensure his obedience. Dear Reader, do you think Ronnie is humiliated by such unrelenting degradation? He loves every second of it! He lives for it; would be hopelessly miserable without it.
How grateful he is to his Mistress for allowing his heretofore secret fantasies to come alive! How well he loves to be permitted to mince around my apartment in his high heels and satin lingerie. How he craves punishment and degradation at the hands of his Mistress! How he longs to serve me in his frilly little maid's uniform!
I think the world would be a much better place if all men were subjugated to women. They would be so busy serving their Mistresses and admiring how pretty they are in the mirror that they would lose all interest in things like power and money and warfare.
These thoughts amuse me as I watch Ronnie bend over to clean the cat litter. His frilly panties are in full view as he shovels out the droppings. I smile to myself and know I've got it made.
You should see Ronnie at work; he's a completely different person there! So demanding… so in charge! His underlings are positively terrified of him! He barks orders at them and they fall all over each other scurrying to carry them out.
He's positively unmerciful to his secretary! The poor girl really has my sympathy. He screams at her when things go wrong, even when they're not her fault. I try to be sympathetic, though. Sometimes I want to tell her the secret to controlling him: put a pair of your worn panties on his desk and he'll do anything you want, dearie!
I wonder what they would all say if they could see their Boss groveling in his little Maid's uniform. What would they think if they saw him whimpering at my feet as my abject slave?
Sometimes I'm tempted to leave a few of my many revealing Polaroids and videos around the office. Whenever Ronnie displays any insolence I threaten him with a mailing. Sometimes a Mistress has to get tough to keep her slave in line.
Impulsive girl that I am, I change panties anytime I feel the urge. I simply take them off and toss them across the room. Without a word Ronnie is off like a shot after them, practically drooling. He retrieves them and goes into my room to fetch me a fresh pair.
Then, Ronnie will go to the laundry room to deposit my worn panties into the hamper. I admonish the sniveling little worm not to sniff or fondle them, but I know he will. The perverted little darling simply can't help himself!
To be truthful, I don't mind because Ronnie's uncontrollable lust for my smelly undies keeps him obedient to me. When he's handling my soiled panties he can't refrain from playing with himself. He's a compulsive masturbator; a real wanker. Sometimes I peek and watch him bring himself off when he thinks I'm not looking.
Ronnie falls to his knees and holds my worn panties stretched out before his face. He's practically drooling as he holds the moist crotch to his face and takes a long, loving sniff of my womanhood.
He has had a huge erection from the moment he picked the panties up, and now he removes it from his frilly Maid's panties. He looks so adorable kneeling there in his frilly uniform with his big cock hanging out.
Then, Ronnie takes my panties and pulls them over his head, with the crotch directly over his flaring nostrils. He puts his hand around his cock and begins slowly stroking back and forth. He lets out a little moan as he slides his hand gently over his cock.
Ronnie gradually begins pulling his prick faster and faster until he's jerking off for all he's worth. "Mmmmm, panties…" he'll whimper under his breath, "panties… mmmmm, pannnntieeees… pannnnteeeeeees!" Even the word excites him as he repeats it like a mantra.
Then with a gasp, Ronnie explodes all over his hands, being very careful not to get any telltale spots on his Mistress' expensive panties. I must inspect the worn undies in the hamper constantly and Ronnie will be a very sorry slave indeed if I find any of his filthy semen on my panties. He has his own frilly undies for that!
I know some Mistresses employ chastity devices to prevent their slaves from masturbating or even having an erection without permission. I do in fact use them selectively, but my philosophy is different from theirs.
I prefer to have the slave become so addicted to his lingerie orgasms he cannot live without them. And he knows full well his Mistress is the only one who will allow him to indulge such disgusting desires!
Ronnie returns with my clean panties, trying not to look as if he's just jerked off with my soiled panties. If I'm in a good mood I don't even ask him what took him so long when he returns.
When Ronnie thinks he's finished cleaning he returns and hands me my white glove. I try and catch him by running over surfaces I think I may have missed. He will continue to clean until I am satisfied the apartment is positively spotless.
Besides cleaning my apartment and cooking me dinner, Ronnie's duties also include doing my laundry. Naturally, for a perverted little panty sniffer like him, it is his favorite chore. But as always he must earn his panty playtime.
I have a huge assortment of hand-washable cotton and silk outfits that I would never own if I had to wash them myself. But they're cool and comfortable during the summer, and my slave washes them for me anyway, so why not?
Some of the other women at work have complimented me, saying that I must spend all my free time doing hand washing. I sweetly smile and tell them it's no trouble at all.
Ronnie starts by sorting all the laundry. He does all the machine washables first and gets them out of the way. Then he lovingly hand-washes my dresses and lingerie. My panties are in a seperate pile on the floor to give him extra motavation.
Ronnie lovingly launders my dresses and blouses, jealously holding them to his chest to see how they'd look on him. He does a marvelous job eliminating all the stains and discolorations. He really is a capable laundress.
Then, he washes my slips, petticoats, camis, teddies and all my unmentionables. He is practically drooling as he fondles each lacy, delicate item with great delight. He holds them to his face and smells the perfume of his beloved Mistress. He lets out a deep sigh. Ah, such devotion!
Only when all the other laundry is folded and put away may Ronnie petition his Mistress for permission to launder her panties. He kneels before the huge pile of worn panties on the floor. I then cuff his hands behind his back because the little shit cannot be trusted not to play with himself.
I pick a pair of my panties off the pile and dangle them in his face. I ask him sneeringly, "Does Maid Ronnie want to wash Mistress' panties?"
"Yes, please Mistress," he whimpers. Faced with the object of his sick desires his cock throbs in his black frillies. He is panting; totally consumed by his passion for panties! He's so pathetic looking as he kneels there blubbering in his little Maid's uniform. I snap a few Polaroids and throw them on the floor in front of him so he can see how silly he looks.
But Ronnie could care less how degraded he is! He needs my panties, and he'll do anything to get them. He kneels, eager to hear my command.
"Please Mistress," he whines. "I've been a devoted little sissy slut Maid for you. I've cleaned your apartment, done all your laundry, cooked your dinner and serviced your beautiful orifaces. Please Mistress, I beg you! Let me lick your panties! Please Mistress! Please…"
The soft-hearted Mistress is not unmoved by the pleas of her groveling slave. But more often than not I deny Ronnie panty privileges. Instead, I send him home with a bad case of blue balls. This way he can contemplate what he did wrong as he masturbates at home. Though Ronnie has strict orders not to touch himself without permission, I'm not naive enough to think he doesn't.
I have literally hundreds of panties Ronnie bought me and even though I change them several times a day it takes a few weeks before I run out completely. Ronnie's anticipation grows as the pile of soiled panties grows higher every day.
Finally, I'm down to my last pair or two and I know it's time for Ronnie to wash my undies. Of course, this means he has to "pre-treat" each and every one with his tongue.
This time I'm absolutely down to my last pair of panties and I decide to indulge my little sissy maid. Ronnie's been obedient and has performed somewhat satifactorily. After all, you cannot motivate a slave by punishment all the time; you have to reward him occasionally. And this is the greatest reward Ronnie can imagine!
The ritual begins and I have Ronnie kneel at attention. Then I will take pair after pair of my soiled panties and place them over his face.
Ronnie licks up all my excretions with equal delight. Pussy juices, piss, shit streaks, even period stains are lovingly lapped up with enthusiasm and delight. The filthier they are the better he likes them!
I can see the outline of his tongue begin lapping the panties just the way I've taught him. Ronnie begins licking my panties at the center of the crotch and slowly works his tongue in a circular motion towards the edges. He is so excited and enthusiastic I sometimes think he'll wear the crotches out of my panties with his tongue.
After placing two or three dozen of my panties over his face to lick, Ronnie is so excited his body begins to convulse. He trembles and strains at his handcuffs as his poor, tortured member throbs back and forth inside his panties. I know I have excited my helpless sissy slave as much as I can.
Sometimes when Ronnie reaches this point he'll go off inside his panties without ever having touched himself; just from squirming around inside his silky frillies and the scent of my filthy worn undies is enough to make him come.
Tina’s Panty Slave · Part 1 (1/2)
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