Tina’s Panty Slave · Part 2

Tina’s Panty Slave · Part 2 (2/2)
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But this time I'm feeling generous and uncuff Ronnie's hands.

"They're all yours, you disgusting little panty sniffer. Go play with the pretty panties if you must, but if you get one drop of your filthy scum on them I swear I'll whip your teeny little peanut dick into chopmeat!"

"Oh, thank you, thank you Mistress," he whimpers as he throws himself bodily onto the panty pile. I've never seen a man more sexually excited than Ronnie is in the panty pile. He sniffs and fondles and masturbates wildly with my worn underwear!

He's so hot, totally lost in his sick fetish for my panties. They are the center of his sexual universe, along with his demanding Mistress, that is! I really ought to videotape him sometime so I can let him see how silly and disgusting he is. Not that it would ever stop him from wanting my undies!

I smile to myself at my inventiveness. Most women would look at such a pile of their worn underwear and see a chore they'd have to perform. Not me. I see the key to my boyfriend's (if the sniveling sissy can be called that) abject obedience. This is what he needs; this is what he endures all the humiliation and drudgery for – these infrequent, intimate moments with my worn underwear!

He humps and grinds and wanks and yanks until he is at the brink of orgasm. Once again I hear the familiar whimpering.

"Pantieeessss… Pantieeeees… Oooooh MISTRESSSSSS YESSSSSS! Mmmmmm… Ohhh Mistresssss! Pantieeeees… Pannnnntiieeees! OH! PANNNNNNNNNTEEEEEEES!!!"

Knowing he is about to come, Ronnie tosses my panties to one side and blasts his semen all over his own ruffled Maid's panties. The white come contrasts against the black material of his panties, and drips between the ruffles.

When he is finished coming I reassert myself. I have him remove my shoe and thank his Mistress for granting him panty privileges. The next thing Ronnie must do is take off his expensive Maid's panties and remove every last trace of his filthy male juices from them with his tongue. I make him lick up his own come after every orgasm. It gives the little darling an opportunity to develop a taste for sperm.

He may now suck on my toes for a while and thank me for letting him have his disgusting way with my lingerie. He does so with the greatest relish. If I need a pedicure and my toenails painted he does that too. He has gotten quite competent from all the practice he's given.

Some of my favorite activities with Ronnie involve our occasional shopping sprees. Every so often I become bored with my wardrobe and decide it's time to buy some new clothes.

I have Ronnie fetch the car and meet me out in front of the building. In addition to being my maid and domestic slave, Ronnie is also my chauffeur.

We usually drive to Garden City or Saddle River where the luxury shopping is. Fifth Avenue has so much traffic we rarely shop there. We go to all the chic, expensive stores. Ronnie will always walk five paces in back of his Mistress like a good servant should.

Many times we'll go on a lingerie hunt. I'll enter the many lingerie stores I frequent and always get a big hello from the salesgirls. They know I'll always make a nice purchase; I invariably walk out with a few hundred dollars'worth of underwear.

I walk through the racks and pick any item that may suit my fancy, handing them to Ronnie as he follows me around. He then dutifully brings them to the cashier's counter for me. I never have to carry anything.

I grab anything I like – after all, HE'S paying for it! And what a lucky sissy he is to be allowed the privilege of purchasing his Mistress' intimate apparel for her. I grab bras, bustiers, teddies, camisoles, slips and of course lots and lots of panties.

Many times the propriatress will put aside specialty items they think I'll like. As the "straight" world catches up with the fetish underground more PVC, leather and rubber items are appearing on the mainstream lingerie market.

If we're buying lingerie for Ronnie I tell the saleladies in no uncertain terms they are for him. Ronnie blushes and they cheerfully show him all the latest styles in the larger sizes. "Oh, these will look LOVELY on you dear," they'll coo as they hold a new teddy or custom corset up to Ronnie's chest to see how they'll look.

When we are through shopping the salesgirls will ring up the total, and I always am a little surprised at how much I spend on lingerie. But Ronnie will dutifully produce his Gold charge cards with nary a peep. Truth is, he can well afford it with the money he has!

One thing that used to annoy me immensely was how Ronnie would behave himself when we went lingerie shopping. He would always get a big rod in his pants from fondling all the lacy undies.

It made me furious! I did not want these women to see that my slave's genitals were not under my control at all times! After all, I am a Mistress; a role model for other women. I have to set an example when it comes to handling men.

Eventually I solved the problem by designing a special chastity device for my slave. It is a modified pair of latex dildo pants with a hole and sheath in the front. I had the stock dildo removed and a larger one put in; about the size of a real cock. As his asshole stretches I can have larger ones installed.

The front of the latex panties has a tiny hole three-quarters of an inch in diameter to put his cock through. Ronnie has to take a cold bath to make his pecker small enough to fit through it. The hole leads his penis into a latex sheath just big enough to fit his cock when it's that small.

When Ronnie gets excited while wearing the chastity panties his cock is strangled at the base by the small hole, and contained by the latex sheath. It is very painful for him as the blood gorges his penis but has no room to expand his tortured appendage.

Now when we go lingerie shopping I can watch Ronnie as he fondles the new undies I'm buying with great delight. Suddenly he will grimace in pain, and I will smile to myself in the knowledge that my slave's genitals are under control. They are the property of his Mistress and he will do with them as he is told!

I used to allow Ronnie to accompany me on my shopping sprees in his male attire, but under my stern tutelege he has become much more feminine and passable. Recently I decided I would command Ronnie to shop with his Mistress in drag from now on.

At first the little slut actually refused to go! I had to beat him unmercifully with the bamboo cane to convince him going to the mall and possibly being "read" was the least of the many unpleasant things that could happen to him if he persisted in his blatant disobedience!

Having already prepared for Ronnie's first sojourn out of the closet, he went into his room and found a red minidress, black fishnets and a towering pair of six-inch red patent heels. To make the dressing more pleasant, I also laid out a pair of deliciously sheer red lace panties, a red gaff, and a strapless red lace bra complete with a new pair of breast forms.

Once Ronnie donned the garments I ordered him to my vanity table and personally groomed his wig and did his makeup. I then allowed him to look in the mirror. There before Ronnie in the mirror was a creature far more feminine and passable than he'd ever have dreamed possible!

Truly, here was the woman who lived inside Ronnie; a painted slut in a red minidress that barely covered his pantied ass. He puckered his red lips and did a slow, seductive turn for himself. I could see he was really taken with himself, getting psyched up to go out as I knew he would!

Finally, I handed Ronnie the car keys and told him to fetch the car from the parking garage. Ronnie sighed deeply and ventured out into the apartment door into hallway. As he passed the threshold for the first time I giggled to myself as I thought, "That's one small step for man; one giant leap for woman."

I took my sweet time getting ready to go out, wanting to make Ronnie sweat downstairs. When I reached the front door he was giggling with the doorman, who obviously had no idea the pretty woman flashing her thighs at him was really my boyfriend! Ronnie was eating it up and I had to curtly suggest he pull the car up.

I was going to parade him down Fifth Avenue but I decided to have him drive way out to Kings Plaza, in Brooklyn way off the beaten path. We'd been on lingerie shopping sprees there before.

Ronnie was fine until we parked the car and got to the Mall entrance. Suddenly he broke out into a cold sweat, terrified! He began to panic, blubbering that he wanted to go home. He begged me to let him get back in the car; whimpered that he was afraid that someone from work might see him there.

Finally I'd had enough of his sniveling. I slapped him sharply across the face. "Slut," I hissed at him through clenched teeth. "If you don't get in there right now you can walk home, and you can consider yourself dismissed as my slave. That means no more maid service, no more lingerie and no more panties, either."

Ronnie looked at me, dumbfounded. He knew what was on the line. He opened the door and entered the Mall.

I had Ronnie walk three steps in front of me as I coached him on his walking and his demeanor. All eyes were upon him as he sashayed on the tettering spike heels, trying vainly to keep his skirt down. He was clearly very uptight.

As luck would have it, no sooner did Ronnie turn the corner than two young girls of perhaps nineteen or twenty happened by in the opposite direction. I recognized them as secretaries from his company, and so did Ronnie. Ronnie looked over his shoulder at me and held his breath.

Thw two girls looked Ronnie up and down, then made full eye contact with him. For a moment I was afraid they'd "made" him. Ronnie looked terrified; I thought he might lose it and give himself away. Fortunately, he kept his cool.

They walked by without any recogintion as one gum-snapping bimbo said to the other, "dressin' like dat inna Mall. Whatta hoo-ah!" Ronnie smiled, the danger was clearly past since these girls knew him pretty well at work.

Having passed that test, Ronnie became much more confident. He sashayed and wiggled his tight little butt for me, and even began enjoying the crude catcalls of the guido boys hanging out at the Orange Julius.

We went into the lingerie shop, where the girls there were totally surprised but delighted when I told them. They could scarcely believe the girl with me had been the gentleman who'd been with me the last time I was there. Ronnie smiled and even blushed a little as the salesgirls complimented him how pretty and convincing he was.

As a reward to Ronnie for "breaking the barrier," I picked out lots of luscious new lingerie for him! I started fishing bras, panties, camisoles, teddies, slips and garter belts off the racks and handed them to my little sissy.

After ringing up nearly $1000. worth of lacy unmentionables, we were ready to leave. One of the salesgirls approached me and told me she was training her husband as a TV slave, and could I give her some pointers. I took her number and told her I'd invite her over to the apartment soon.

Ronnie was delighted with all the attention and compliments he received as I marched him from store to store, buying him dresses, shoes, makeup and lots of luscious undies. By the end of the afternoon we could hardly fit all our purchases into the car. We'd gone through several thousand dollars, but it was well worth it. Ronnie now had a wardrobe for his new role as a woman in the "outside world."

Weekends are always hectic around the apartment as I do a lot of entertaining. I invited various friends and selective business associates to come for dinner and merriment. For most women this would be a bother but it's really very easy whan you have a slave to do all the work! This way I have time to be a gracious hostess. Usually I only invite my women friends to these affairs so we can have female bonding and "girl talk."

Most of the times I have either "afternoon teas" with three or four close friends or larger dinner parties of eight. Naturally, Ronnie is expected to make my guests feel right at home. He has intsructions that whenever a woman is a guest in the apartment, he is to serve as her slave and obey her as he would his Mistress. That is, of course, unless our orders are conflicting. He is to extend himself completely for the pleasure and amusement of my guests!

I have an afternoon tea and sissy Ronnie greets the ladies at the door dressed in his little black and white Daytime uniform. He greets the ladies with a little curtsey and takes their coats. Then he will show them inside.

We relax and chat while Ronnie brings us finger sandwiches and tea. It is so pleasant and relaxing sitting around and catching up on the latest gossip while Ronnie waits on us hand and foot. When he is not actually getting things from the kitchen Ronnie will kneel in the corner. Usually he doesn't do this very long as we keep him hopping.

Charlotte, Risa and Kimberly are having tea with me today. Charlotte is a professional domintrix who was very helpful to me in training Ronnie. When I began I knew virtually nothing about it, though that seems so unlikely to me now. Kimberly and Risa are clients of mine from work, Risa has visited us many times but Kimberly is here for the first time.

Whenever I have new guests I enjoy showing how I have absolute power over my slave. I stand before my guests and Ronnie kneels before me. "Lick my shoes slave," I hiss at him and he eagerly begins lapping at the toe of my black patent pumps.

Then when I get bored with that I turn around and order, "now slave, my ass needs licking. Get to work!" Ronnie quickly pulls down my panties. He buries his face between my buttocks and begins darting his tongue in and out of my little pink hole. Kimberly laughs, "So obedient, Nancy. I wish I could control my husband like that!"

"Wait," I smile. "You haven't seen anything yet!" Then I dangle a nice damp pair of panties in Ronnie's face as he kneels whimpering before me. "Does Ronnie want to lick Mistress' filthy panties. Speak up slut, tell my friends how much you want it!"

"Oh yes Mistress," he blubbers. Ronnie knows this is his cue to recite.

"Yes Mistress, I want to lick your panties clean. I want to lap your delicous vaginal secretions and suck your luscious piss out of them. I want to lick every last bit of your lovely shit streaks and period stains out of them Mistress! I know I am just a perverted little sissy maid and completely unworthy, but I beg Mistress to bestow the sublime privilege of laundering her panties with my face!"

"Present your bottom for discipline, slut." Ronnie dutifully prostrates himself and lifts his petticoats, exposing his frilly pantied ass to my guests and myself. I choose a cane from the rack and begin whacking him across the buttocks. As the impact of each whack fills the room he replies with "thank you Mistress I deserve another." Charlotte and Risa laugh out loud, while Kimberly can only sit there agape.

Later, Ronnie is kneeling in the corner, holding his skirts up high so we can see his little ruffled panties. He is being punished for not bringing more buscuits quickly enough. Charlotte claps her hands and says, "come here, Ronnie."

Ronnie comes before Charlotte and prostrates himself low to the ground. In his best high-pitched voice he says, "yes, Mistress Charlotte, how may I serve you?"

"Ronnie, you may attend me now. Would you like that?"

"Oh yes, Mistress Charlotte. It is always enjoyable to serve you any way you like, Mistress."

"Very well then, you may proceed." Charlotte sits forward and spreads her knees apart. Then she says to Kimberly and Risa, "watch this."

Ronnie kneels down between Charlotte's knees and reaches up her skirt. Charlotte picks herself up while Ronnie slides her panties off. "Pay attention to me and not the panties, you slut," she warns. Ronnie slides her panties past her ankles and lovingly places them to one side.

Then without another word Ronnie puts his head under Charlotte's skirt and buries it in her pussy. We can hear the slurping noises of his eager tongue while he begins pleasuring her. The other two women look on in shock and I cannot supress a giggle. "See," says Charlotte. "Who needs vibrators when you have a slave to give you head?"

Kimberly is still a little shocked but Risa lights up at the prospect. "Charlotte, will he do anything he's told? Will he lick my ass if I order him to?"

"Honey," quips Charlotte, "he'll lick your ass and eat your shit too if he's ordered to! He has no choice in the matter… he's a slave!"

Charlotte acts very calm and nonchalant as Ronnie continues sucking her pussy. I know she's enjoying it, however, because beads of sweat are beginning to appear at her temples. Finally, she begins breathing heavy…

She holds her breath for just a second and then releases herself with a big heave. "Ahhhhh," she says. "I needed that."

Ronnie fetches a washcloth and cleans Charlotte up a little, then replaces her panties. Then he kneels before her. "Slave Ronnie hopes Mistress Charlotte found her services satisfactory."

"Yes, merely adequate," she deadpans. Which means he did an excellent job. But Mistress Charlotte knows well that it is never proper to compliment a slave too much. It gives them a swelled head.

"Very amusing," says Risa. "Excuse me, I have to pee." Ronnie gets up off his knees and heads for the bathroom, where he kneels beside the toilet. This is a regular part of Ronnie's duties. Whenever I have company all the toilet paper is put away, as Ronnie her standing orders to attend to them with his tongue.

He kneels between their legs and stares intently as the guest relieves herself on the bowl. Then, he will lick them between their legs until they're clean.

If a guest so chooses, she may bypass the toilet altogether and use Ronnie to releive herself. I have several friends who enjoy toilet games, especially when Ronnie is the toilet!

Risa is especially into making Ronnie serve her in this manner. Instead of squatting on the toilet, she will straddle Ronnie's face and releieve herself directly into his mouth. Ronnie has to swallow her hot, steaming nectar very quickly to keep from gagging.

Ronnie knows he will be severely punished if he allows so much as a drop of Risa's urine to foul my perfctly clean bathroom floor! I make Ronnie get on his knees and scrub between the tiles with a timy wire brush so all the grout is brilliant white. He knows better than to allow any piss to stain it!

Risa uses "The Mask," a dastardly device that is locked behind Ronnie's head. It is a wide funnel with a hose that runs into a mouthpiece, a dildo-shaped gag with a hose through it. Risa uses it to ensure that Ronnie takes in every drop of her hot, steaming piss. Let me tell you about the incident that prompted Risa to devise it:

One night Risa was relieving herself into Ronnie's mouth when Ronnie began to gag and coughed her piss all over the floor. It was a disgraceful mess, and I was furious! I was so angry I couldn't think of a punishment severe enough for the incompetent little slut! Fortunately, Risa had a splendidly wicked idea.

Ronnie was ordered to strip off his uniform and lingerie. He was then commanded to don a pair of plain white cotton briefs, which for him is punishment in itself. He truly hates cotton panties! Then, his hands were cuffed behind his back and he was led to the bathtub. Risa commanded him to prostrate himself face down.

Risa handed me the whip and I raised some pretty welts on his behind as he remained prostrate in the tub. Meanwhile, Risa was filling a huge enema bag with scalding hot, soapy water. Then, she pulled the crotch of his panties to one side and slid the enema nozzle up his ass.

It took quite some time but eventually Ronnie was able to take the contents of the two-quart enema bag inside him. Once he did, Risa shoved a huge butt plug into him and told him not to move.

Suddenly the plug pops out of Ronnie's ass and he lets loose with a flood of shit and enema juice, completely soaking his panties. It dribbles down his legs and into the tub, where it runs until it reaches his face, still down against the bottom of the tub.

Then, Risa orders Ronnie to remove his fouled panties and hand them to her. She holds them right up against his face and mocks, "So, you like to lick panties clean, do you? Well, let's see how you enjoy these!"

With that, Risa pulls them over his face and starts whipping Ronnie's cock while he sucks his own shit out the filthy panties. I can hear him sobbing from the stench and the humiliation while he slurps on them. I take a few Polaroids for later use; if he is insubordinate I can threaten him with this punishment again.

At another session I had two Mistresses over with their slaves. Mistress Denique and Mistress Kay came over with their two favorite sissy maids and we decided to have them play together for our amusement. Denique's slave Sally was slender and petite, while Kay's slave Georgette was tall and statuesque.

Both the sissy slaves were darling in their frilly black French Maid uniforms. They were impeccably made up and coiffed; their nails polished to perfection. Both wore panties that let rows and rows of white ruffles peek out from underneath their petticoats.

Ronnie was instructed to wear his pink satin uniform for special occasions. It was also elaborately ruffled with a pair of frilly sissypants underneath. His hands were cuffed behind his backand he knelt before us, flanked on either side by the other two sissy maids.

I stood up and walked over to Ronnie. "Now Darling, we have been training you in total femininity, have we not?… And I daresay we've done quite a good job, too. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Oh YES Mistress," replied Ronnie enthusiastically. "I do so adore how Mistress has made me into the sissy slut I am."

"Very good," I said. "Tonight we are going to allow you the total feminine experience of accomidating some real cock. Sally and Georgette, drop your panties and show Ronnie your little secrets."

The two maids stood up and obediently lowered their frilly undies around their ankles, exposing their genitals which were bound with nasty-looking leather chastity devices. The dastardly retainer was padlocked, and the leather straps that secured them dug painfully into the soft white flesh of the hapless sissies.

"As you can see, our two Darlings have been quite well bound indeed. They have not been allowed so much as an erection in weeks. I do wonder what would happen if we were to free them within such close proximity of a lovely, feminine creature like yourself."

Mistress Kay and Mistress Denique took their keys and unlocked their slaves. With their panties still around their ankles their penises jumped to erection as if they had been inflated with helium! "You may have your way with the little slut girls, and you had better entertain us or it'll be lashes for all of you!"

The two maids were maddened with lust, and they threw themselves at Ronnie. Georgette began greasing her huge rod with K-Y while Sally forced her gorged member down Ronnie's throat.

Ronnie winced as Georgette pentrated her sphincter, but soon began undulating to the rhythm of her fucking. The many hours of training with dildoes had loosened her up and prepared her for taking a real cock.

The three maids collapsed to the floor in a heap of pleasure, the two maids using Ronnie for their pleasure at either end! Mistress Kay videotaped while Mistress Denique watched intently.

Ronnie was being used and penetrated so brutally, and I was thrilling to every second of this, his ultimate humiliation.

Suddenly to my surprise, Ronnie began to speak. "Mmmmm, yess," he whimpered. "Please!" he gasped, "fuck me! Fuck my face! Fuck my ass! Use me for your pleasure. Mmm, I'm your slut! Fuck…"

With that, Sally shoved her cock back into Ronnie's mouth and began fucking it with remnewed vigor. Georgette rammed her dick in to the hilt, with Ronnie gasping in equal parts pleasure and pain. The two maids rammed their dicks inside my slave again and again and again until they collapsed spent, leaving Ronnie in a heap on the floor with their semen oozing out his mouth and ass.

Then, I uncuffed Ronnie hands and ordered him to clean my shoes and thank me. He crawled to me on all fours and began licking my shoes. "Thank you Mistress," he whispered. "I am so happy to be used like the slut I am for your entertainment. I live to serve you, Mistress."

Mistress Kay and Misress Denique could not help but look on approvingly at such naked devotion. At that moment I knew that Ronnie was utterly enslaved; that his free will no longer existed. At that moment I knew that his body and his mind had been completely, willingly & utterly surrendered to me, his Mistress.

Tina’s Panty Slave · Part 2 (2/2)
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