"Show panty," "Feets please," were the most common insistent demands of the anonymous guests and members alike many requesting to be enslaved.
I guess I am an attractive Dutch girl, at least guys seem to think so, from Eindhoven in the south of Holland, slim with long limbs and at one meter eighty centimeters I am rather tall but not unusually so for my country. As a youth I had taken part in many swimming competitions that had left me with broad hips and shoulders and a fit athletic appearance.
During my university days I really enjoyed the eternal attentions of guys hitting on me and I could say I developed an addiction for sex having many partners, sometimes several guys in the same period and even a threesome with a couple of guys on more than one occasion. Apart from the steamy sex I enjoyed, the other memory of the period was that I was forever shopping for underwear. My panties, socks and nylon hosiery were forever disappearing, rarely could a guy resist pocketing some crusty item, a stinky souvenir of having fucked me.
The night I turned twenty-six years of age I met Max. He was a big guy that easily eclipsed my own height and was fair skinned and fair haired as I was myself. I soon discovered he had abandoned a promising career as a ski instructor due to injury turning instead to becoming a web page designer. For me it was love at first sight.
Max was as happy being submissive in bed as he loved to be dominant and the sex was great not only, but he didn't object to my cam girl work that I was still busy with at that time. He would often accompany me in my room, staying out of sight of the cameras and was great company during those quiet hours when I would have otherwise have been rather bored.
We moved into an apartment in central Amsterdam with two large bedrooms and a third room which we used as a study. Max was earning a decent wage, but my own income was rather fragile and unreliable and I decided to take a holiday, some free time to contemplate my future. Max would stay at home, having much work to keep him occupied and hold the fort until I returned a month later.
I spent a delightful autumnal break in Naples staying with a couple, Marta and Caesar, who had listed their apartment on an online bed and breakfast site. Caesar was an engineer that regularly traveled throughout Europe, spending some time away for each of the weeks I was staying there. I soon noticed that he was messing with my bits and bobs. Whenever he was in residence the contents of my panty drawer and that of my laundry basket were always unlike the way I had left them. I suppose an attractive blond haired woman in a southern port might expect no less, but by the end of the vacation I was short of two pairs of really expensive lacy white cotton panties and a pair of floral patterned white nylon knee-hi socks. Caesar was a good looking guy and I couldn't help imagining him playing with them. My only compensation for my loss.
I was reminded of my university days and how my underwear was regularly poached leaving me to replace them from my meagre grant. I decided it was time to take advantage of a guy's desire to have my stuff and I began to hatch a plan.
It was when I returned home after my holiday that I took the very first opportunity to tell Max about my potential career change. That he had missed a whole month having his big fat cock between my stinky nylon soles and having my fragrant pantied ass perched on his nose, I knew he would be affable to my desires and willing to listen to my ideas.
"I've missed you so Fem," he said as he held my buttocks through my thin dress and pressed his big stiff cock into my midriff.
"Oh no you don't," I told him when he tried to raise the hem of my dress, longing to discover the little panties he knew I would be wearing under the luxury soft tan pantyhose I had purchased in Italy.
"I have something to tell you, so sit down," I said, pushing him back into a comfortable armchair opposite the one that I then occupied. Dipping my glossy red four-inch heels and hanging them seductively from my toes before allowing them to drop, one after the other, with an evocative thud onto the wooden floor, guaranteed Max's undivided attention.
"Sexy hose," said Max feasting his eyes on my toes, which I flexed inside their nylon encasement reminding him of how he loved me to tickle-tease his balls with them and knowing that their aroma would more readily diffuse into the air and find its way into his hungry nostrils. I noticed that his cock was already stiff in his suit pants.
I wasted no time telling him what was on my mind.
"I've had enough of the camgirl scene, whilst I was away, I had a great idea for earning money from home. I need you to build me a website with e-commerce facility. Listen to this. Young and discreet Nordic blond mistress requests house guests for pantyhose and panty enslavement, cross-dressing and foot fetishism a specialty, that largely explains the theme. There are loads of puppy boys flying around on business who would appreciate submitting to my demands," I explained to Max.
"Obviously, when I have a house guest you would have to stay out of the way, but you can be a peeping Tom and watch the action using a hidden cam and not only enjoy seeing your girlfriend dominating the guests, but could keep an eye out just in case some nutter gets out of hand," I added.
"Not sure," said Max doubtfully with his cock further enlarging in his pants.
"You say you don't know, but your cock says you like the idea. Penis don't bluff, it got no poker face," I reminded him.
"I suppose we could give it a try," he relented being unable to deny that he had three legs to stand on.
"Like, bed and breakfast with the laundry thrown in," Max suggested.
"I like what you're saying," I credited Max.
"Furthermore, it would make sense to offer accommodation for one night only, with no return within a period of one month, they can always come back if they enjoy themselves, what do you think?" asked Max.
"Good idea love, I'll probably need some time between guests to recover and to give you a bit of TLC too. How long would it take to have a site up and running?" I asked him.
"It's easy but we would need some pictures to entice the clients, we are effectively waiting for those, furthermore you'll have to supply the text," Max informed me.
The day was bright and hazy and the light in the room was diffuse and perfect for making some images so I responded by saying,
"No time like the present."
I left him sitting in his chair and went to our bedroom coming back with a large handful of appropriate underwear that we could model to illustrate just the kind of treatment my house guests might indulge.
"What do I get out of this, Fem?" said Max cynically.
"Come on lover, don't try to pretend that your balls aren't bursting, I know what happens when a guy's nostrils start to fill with the pheromones of a woman that he has been missing, do you want to blow your load or don't you?" I teased him.
"Tell me what to do," he relented.
"To begin with I need you to help me make some photos of me in my sexiest lingerie and then we can see about some photos of nylon foot play and of course some naughty nylon smothering. We can always develop the site as time progresses, but that would do for now," I answered.
"Kit off Max baby," I suggested knowing that he wouldn't resist.
Some hours later I pushed his pantied arse with my nylon foot and sent a ball-drained and exhausted Max off to the bathroom to shower.
Meanwhile, I began to transfer the explicit photos to my laptop and was busy editing them when Max returned to the room. For the homepage I chose an image of neutral colours, one which would not distract from the other information layered upon it. The image showed Max's fat rigid eighteen centimetres standing vertically to attention with his swollen scrota surrounded by his fair pubic hair. The entire package visible behind the central seam of the translucent panty of a pair of natural toned seven denier pantyhose with an unlined gusset.
There were three other pantyhose images which I favoured and exploited the colour choices of hosiery that were usually requested from my experience on the cam site. Namely ivory white, natural shades and opaque black.
Gimpy pictures with an unidentifiable Max wearing pantyhose over his head and further adorned with several pairs of my skimpiest, most frothy delicate knickers would serve me well. They would convey my intention to humiliate and control my house guests.
The guest accommodation would be offered at a price appropriate for the quality of the residence. It would effectively be a bit of a lost-leader given the pleasures I intended to impart. I was certain that I could make far more than the accommodation fee because numerous times the guests in my private room on the cam site had been inconsolable when I had to inform them that my lingerie was not for sale. Something that was prohibited on the cam site, but in the privacy of my own home could be encouraged. A little stinky souvenir of an unforgettable stay with a delectable humiliatrix in Amsterdam.
During the following week whilst Max worked on the website I was busy readying our bedroom for fun and fetishistic frolic. I could develop this gimpy gymnasium of special equipment as time went by but for the moment I assembled a medium sized bed in the middle of our room which would serve as a place for the guest to sleep. I moved my own bed to the other side of the room and arranged my office desk beneath the window. Several video cams were arranged discreetly in the room to capture the action from various aspects.
*
Sitting at home with his wife one Saturday afternoon in Edinburgh Mervin's mouth was watering. His wife was sitting there in sexless slouch gear. She was really dull between the sheets and even hated his passion for her feet, permitting nothing but naked sex in the missionary position. She chastised him verbally when he even so much as looked at a picture of a model in a fashion magazine. Although he had never been unfaithful to her he had spent the few years since their marriage fantasising about all the dirty things that he longed a saucily dressed dominant Mistress to do to him.
He was planning a business trip to Amsterdam and had inadvertently opened a link to Fem's site. He made a mental note of the address not daring to bookmark the page because his wife was forever checking his mobile and computer for signs of what she would regard as infidelity.
The following Sunday morning his wife went out shopping. She usually met up with her mates and spent the whole day out of doors. Mervin waited for the door to close behind her and then immediately opened the page. He marveled at the home page image and soon found a small profile pic of Fem with her blonde hair in pigtails arranged around the crown of her head and details of her profile that revealed that she was twenty-six years of age. She was a handful of years younger than him and at one metre eighty centimetres was taller than him.
He continued to read.
English speaking mistress, dirty talking, joi, panty play, nylon encasement, role-playing host, cock and ball bondage, toe tuition, smothering, gagging, gimping, humiliation a specialty. Mervin found it difficult to associate her lovely young face with the claims she was making, but he was more than willing to find out.
Mervin began to browse the pictures. He loved the one showing a woman's toes clad in skin colored hose gripping either side beneath the head of a large fat erect cock. Another showing a huge nylon hooded guy dressed in stockings and a garter belt being led by means of a tether of pantyhose tied around his balls. He gasped to see the next image, some guy with tan pantyhose pulled over his head. A tiny pink thong was arranged over the hose such that the gusset was precisely covering the guy's nose. The icing on the cake was the white stocking toe that hung from his mouth as though his tongue was hanging out. Mervin's own tongue was indeed hanging out and his mouth was dry.
Scrolling to the next picture he gripped his shaft tightly through his trousers when he saw a woman's dainty feet clad in coffee coloured RHT stockings with her soles turned upward displaying a dark Havana heel and soles which had been adorned with a huge load of some guy's viscous sperm-rich cum.
"If only my wife would do these things to me, let me squirt on her toes in such a dirty manner," Mervin thought to himself and without any more hesitation, he looked to see if there was an available vacancy at Fem's place during his short stay on business in Amsterdam.
"Bingo," he exclaimed loudly when he saw that Fem's room would be available to hire during his business trip. There were two formalities to be satisfied. He had to send a colour copy of his passport page details and supply a recent full frontal colour photograph of himself dressed in girly panties and a black garter belt with black stockings. Not only, but he was to take a crimson red lipstick and scrawl in large letters his full name across his pecs and 'I'm a dirty panty slut' across his midriff.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, bastard" thought Mervin knowing that his wife had no such items that he could borrow. Only those detestable knickers that imitated a man's underwear designed by some so-called fashion guru. She wouldn't even consider wearing nylon panties or hosiery insisting the synthetic material made her sweat profusely. The very reason why a guy loves to pull such items from the laundry basket and savour the trapped stench.
Mervin's head went into overdrive and then he thought about the sexy lesbian Catherine that lived directly above them. He often admired her on the stair elegantly dressed in her smart suits and black hose and they had exchanged greetings several times. He had often heard her moaning through the ceiling of their bedroom. He brainstormed. What if he made up a story that there was water staining in their bedroom, perhaps he could convince his upstairs neighbor that he needed to check for leaks in her flat above. It was a long shot, particularly as she had a flatmate but his feverish desperation was leading him to risk anything.
"Act now," he thought to himself, "or I could lose the opportunity of a lifetime."
Mervin took a couple of spanners from his toolbox as props to support his story. He put on a pair of overalls for effect and filled a small bottle with water and put it in his overall pocket and headed directly to the flat above and rang the doorbell. So far so good. Catherine answered the door in her dressing gown and fluffy pink mules.
"Sorry to bother you Cath but there's a stain growing on our bedroom ceiling, I was wondering if I could take a look to see if any of your radiators might be leaking?" he asked politely.
"Oh really, dear me, yes, sure, help yourself I'm just off for a shower," Cath said cooperatively.
"Mind if I just nip in there for a sec, the leak, if there is one, will either be in there or the room next door," Mervin said, referring to the bathroom and not intending to admit that he knew that she slept next door. His mind had worked so frantically that he had already considered the possible locations for Cath's sexy bits and bobs. Namely, the panty drawer and the laundry basket, the latter was always either in one or the other of those rooms he desperately wished to be granted permission to enter.
"Sure, no prob, try to be quiet about it, the lazy bastard, Mark is still sleeping," replied Cath.
Mervin would find an excuse to close the bathroom door if necessary, but in the first instance, he entered the bathroom and dropped to his knees and began to investigate the various appliances for leaks. There was no laundry basket, it had to be next door with her panty drawer. As Mervin was finishing his inspection Cath's legs appeared in the doorway, a toweling robe reaching down to her knees and her lovely toes with crimson red nails peeping from the front of her pink fluffy mules. Mervin stood up to address her, a semi growing behind his overall.
Penis has no poker face and don't think neither.
"Can't immediately see anything wrong in there, mind if I take a look next door?" Mervin asked innocently.
"Help yourself, but I'm busting if you don't mind," Cath said as she swapped places with Mervin and closed the door behind her. Immediately he heard her piddle hitting the pan as he dawdled in the corridor to exam the copper tails on either side of the radiator. He wondered about the panties that might be clinging around her knees as she sat on the toilet seat.
Mervin heard the shower running and felt dizzy knowing the coast was clear. He entered Cath's bedroom and pushed the door to without closing it. He took the water bottle from his pocket and immediately emptied it around the copper tail on one side of the radiator soaking a small circle of the carpet surrounding the pipe. His alibi was in place. Mervin went straight to a chest of drawers and opened the top drawer on the right. He had guessed correctly, it was full of knickers he took one of several pairs of large white silky elastic vintage bloomers that would suit his needs perfectly. He scored again with the second drawer it was full of black pantyhose and among them, he couldn't believe his luck, there was a heaven-sent black garter belt which he quickly thrust into his pocket with Cath's knickers. Sadly, there was not a stocking in sight. Seconds later he tipped the entire contents of a wicker laundry bin on the floor. He rummaged through the froth of lesbian laundry.
"These will do," thought Mervin selecting one of several pairs of opaque black pantyhose which he stuffed into a second pocket and returned the laundry to the basket. Mervin was just about to leave the room when he remembered the need for crimson lipstick. On the dressing table were several lipsticks all in shades of pink. He took a crimson red nail varnish as a compromise.
Approaching the bathroom, he heard the shower stop running and quietly called through the door,
"Cath, the radiator was leaking next door, the nut needed a turn, I've sorted it out," Mervin informed her.
"Okay, thanks for that, sorry about your ceiling," called Cath.
"No problem caught it just in the nick of time, see you," called Mervin through the bathroom door before letting himself out of the flat.
*
Mervin had a tough time removing the nail varnish letters from his chest, but he had completed the requirements and the passport copy and the explicit image had been sent. The lesbian's panties and dismembered pantyhose lay at his feet and he picked up the silky white bloomers and held them between his hands marveling at their elasticity and how they had delightfully revealed the outline of his engorged cock and balls. Mervin pulled them over his head and extended his tongue to touch the silky cloth imagining that there was a sloppy gash beyond them. He took one stocking leg that he had cut from the pantyhose and bound his shaft and balls with it. Thrusting his hand inside the other leg, he turned it inside out and was delighted to see the traces of white skin cells of his neighbour's toes littering the reinforced mesh. He held the toe to his nose and took a deep sniff and then another. If that wasn't enough, he grabbed the exiled panty of her dismembered pantyhose and held the gusset to his nose. Pea and lesbian coosh infused his brain.
His cock had been stiff since his wife left the house, but having seen the images on Fem's site and having journeyed rapidly through his lesbian neighbours intimate treasure he was now utterly fit to burst and precum was running from the tip of his undersized cock. In the nick of time he held the salty dismembered panty gusset over his cock head and gasped as his watery mess infused the opaque weave of the neighbour's garment.
Then a wave of guilt hit him, there he was with his neighbours silky bloomers remaining on his head, would she miss her stuff, maybe not the pantyhose after all there were many similar pairs, but the panties were really well worn, the crotch somewhat ragged, probably a favourite pair. And what about the nail varnish. He knew there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't return the items. Well, at least he had a little reminder of his sexy neighbor, but where to stash them, his wife must never discover them.
Mervin checked his laptop and was enthralled to see he had a message waiting for him on Fem's site.
"Fem welcomes you on the date as requested. I look forward to having you under my thumb and beneath my naughty little piggies!"
Mervin checked the rest of the details of the site, noting the check in and out times.
Mervin deleted the contents of his history folder for that day before checking out some innocuous sites to replace them, his alibi showing how he had spent his time whilst the wife was away. He mused about how strictly his wife controlled his life while thinking that he was now making himself available to be controlled by another woman just across the sea. The difference between the puritanical and the downright dirty was something he could not wait to realise.
*
I awoke quite late that morning, Max had already risen. I could smell the trace of his manly sweat still within the bed, but I couldn't dwell upon it, this was my big day. I was expecting a certain Mervin from Edinburgh, my first guest for my new venture. I had no intention of showering and slipped into the white bra that matched the silky white panties that I had slept in. The sheer pantyhose that I had worn the previous day were lying beside the bed and I picked them up and sniffed at the tan nylon of the toes and the weave in the crotch area. They were really rather ripe just like a guy likes them to be so I pulled them on above my panties before wrapping my dressing gown about myself.
"So there you are, how's you today?" I said to Max, who was working at his digital work station in the spare bedroom.
"Horny," was all he said in a rather moody manner.
He was expressing his dissatisfaction since the night before I had repeatedly rejected his moves to rumble my bones and had even refused to wank him off despite his very obvious need. I had told him that I needed to remain as horny as hell, then I could play the role of a dirty mistress with more vigour when I forced Mervin to succumb to the humiliating role play I had in store for him.
I had lunch alone and then went to my room to begin preparing for Mervin's visit. There was a paper grocery bag in the bottom of the wardrobe filled with numerous pairs of used pantyhose and I grabbed it and tipped the contents onto my bed. Max had a thing for being my nylon gimp and he loved the various natural shades of hose that comprised this collection. The majority of them were knotted from our previous games and I sat down and begin to tease open the knotted hose so that they could be effectively used again. There was a single pair of garter hose which Max loved to wear and I took them to him, opening the door to the spare bedroom and throwing them to him.
"He'll be here soon, put them on, they'll get you in the mood," I told him and left him to his work.
When I returned to see him an hour or so later I asked him,
"Shall I start you off," I said and wrapped my hand around his shaft standing magnificently and framed by the scalloped hem of the crotch-less tan pantyhose I had tossed to him earlier. I kissed him and said,
"I have to go, he'll be here soon and remember I want that cum, don't you dare spill a drop," and reminded him that it was my cock that I was gripping tightly and that it had been my pheromones that had led to the load backed up in his balls and their cargo was earmarked for me,
"If you hadn't spent the previous night gagging on my pheromone they wouldn't be half that bloated so be a good boy and do as I say," I told him looking into his eyes to underpin the gravity of my demand. I saw the futility expressed in his eyes.
"Where's that little cage, then? Oh, I remember," and then I recalled something special sitting in our laundry basket so I went to collect those items from our room.
"You know you like it Max," I said when I returned. "Why fight"?
I brushed his arms aside and guided the translucent cock ring of the chastity device down his shaft. He hissed as I pinched the skin of his scrotal skin between my fingernails and hauled one after the other of his big swollen balls through the plastic orifice. I looked at him, he knew what was coming next as I took the ribbed chastity cage and began to stuff his semi inside it.
"Do you want to lock yourself up or shall I Max?" I asked him and then without waiting for him to reply I snapped the chastity components together and locked them with the key.
"Bet you'd like this teasing your glans wouldn't you Max," I said as I extended my tongue and placed the key on it before retracting it inside my mouth. Stashing the key under my tongue I stuck out my tongue again and wriggled it's tip seductively between my lips.
I moved my tongue towards his eyeball and licked Max's eyelid.
"You'll like these, remember the last time I wore them just for you?" I said holding a pair of panties in front of his wide eyes and inflamed nostrils.
Max's caged cock jerked of its own accord as he remembered having pulled the gusset of those panties aside from my pussy some days before. I had whined and bleated and cursed him with every thrust of his enraged bell-end as it rhythmically penetrated my inflamed labia. Finally, he had lost the plot and shot his lot into my hungry cunt.
Max was thinking how they had blissfully slept following their overwhelming sexual and emotional contortions and how after they had awoken he had watched Fem strip her knickers with their soggy crotch and dumped them in the laundry basket.
I arranged the opaque pink panties between my hands and then pulled them over Max's face, revealing the printed logo on the front panty panel of a saucy iced cupcake in a bun wrapper with a cherry on top which I arranged squarely over his chin. The gusset was above his nose and Max peeked pathetically through the leg openings.
"Tasty eh Honey? Sniff and enjoy," I teased seeing his eyeballs roll in their sockets as he was intoxicated by the potent aromas of our shared ecstasy.
"You do look silly," I said and then left him with his impotence.
Max looked at the large screen in front of him as Fem entered their bedroom. He watched her dressing gown as it fell around her ankles leaving her in her tan pantyhose beneath which she was wearing silky white sheer nylon bikini panties. He knew them intimately, Fem had milked him into the soft fabric on numerous occasions, they were a favourite of his as indeed was the silky matching bra. He remembered the last time Fem had sucked him off whilst she moulded her beautiful titties in those silky cups around his thrusting shaft.
Max saw that Fem was buttoning a white short sleeved blouse as she walked over to a chest of drawers and extracted a little white cotton bundle before heading to the wardrobe and collecting a hanger with her grey office suit. She sat down on the bed and pulled the little girly white cotton ankle socks over her pantyhosed toes before standing and zipping herself into the pencil grey skirt and slipping on the matching jacket. Finally, she slipped her cotton toes into a pair of fuschia pink trainers before sitting at her dressing table and applying her makeup.
"Everything okay love. I'm a dirty office worker, a slutty secretary, maybe a kinky counselor or a psycho psychotherapist, ticks a few boxes, what do you think. What am I for you right now?" she asked Max rhetorically. Her face filled the screen in front of Max, her beautiful long blond hair plaited and coiled on her crown, he generous lips painted crimson red and her long natural eye lashes highlighted with dark mascara. She could neither see or hear him sitting there, but she could imagine.
*
When Mervin woke up that morning following his arrival at the apartment of Fem he found himself staring at the ceiling through transparent mesh. He was aware that his mouth was full and that he was unable to move. He was encased entirely in tan pantyhose of various shades and his arms were bound to his sides and his legs were bound tightly together by several pantyhose cords of similar shade. He looked down at his mummified body and saw that one of his shrunken vacated balls was hanging out of a dainty red floral thong, his cock had hibernated.
His mind was vague, but he remembered having refreshments, coffee and several chocolate brownies which Fem had finally admitted she had baked with hash oil. He was alone and frightened. Eventually he recalled the manner in which he had been persuaded to lose his lot.
The sun was rising when I went to look in on Max. He had fallen asleep in his chastity cage and pantyhose so I awoke him so that we could watch together the highlights of the previous evening's antics. We saw Mervin prostrate on his bed, struggling vigourously, presumably testing his bindings before realising he was helpless.
At that moment I stopped the video I had been recording and with a small window open so we could keep an eye on Mervin in real time, I began to play the recording of Mervin's utter humiliation at the hands of his nylon mistress, yours truly.
We listened and watched, "If you cum through my hose you'll pay with your nose," I said to Mervin as I stroked his tiny shaft from root to tip with a single finger with its blood red nail. He was grunting pathetically.
Then Mervin's cock head was visible beyond the waistband of tan pantyhose and I was rubbing his bell-end between my thumb and index finger, he was still grunting.
"I like wanking the end," I spoke directly in his ear through the pantyhose covering Mervin's head.
I wound the movie back and Max and I watched Mervin who was on his knees and naked except for a pair of coffee coloured pantyhose over his head, the white cotton gusset liner obscured his mouth from sight. His tiny shaft and balls were tethered with the leg of an opaque pair of black pantyhose. His balls were separated like two pink eggs looking fit to burst. The other leg of the hose was tied around his neck in such a manner that he was obliged to stoop. It was apparent that otherwise the nylon tether would pull at his balls causing him great discomfort. The toes of the hose, three in all, were tucked beneath his nylon hood and finished in his mouth.
"Those nylon toes were really stinky and crusty and that gusset on his nose was pure cheese, I think you'd like to know," I said for Max's benefit.
"I want to show you my new pair of tights, you love pink don't you?" I asked while forcing Mervin's inflamed nostrils against my blond bush underneath a pair of opaque pink footless dance hose. Each time I forced him to confront my bush he shuddered, presumably from the pain of the stretched hose dragging at his balls.
"I was still wearing my stinky white silky panties underneath, you can imagine what that was doing to him," I said for Max's added enjoyment.
"You can huff and you can puff and I'll blow your cock off," I told Mervin and then I was blowing warm air over his bell-end as I twisted his tethered balls cruelly and gripped the shaft tightly in my hand. "Pervy Mervy wants to cum?" I teased. His grunting was answer enough.
The movie wound back and I was dressed in my smart grey office suit and was helping Mervin step into a pair of tan pantyhose.
"I stuffed his mouth with cunny crusted panties within moments of his arrival," I informed Max to keep him updated with the events unfolding on the screen in front of us. I added,
"Mervin could listen to me, his own demands simply didn't interest me."
We continued to view the movie.
"Do they make your mouth water, tell me how badly you want to come," I insisted whilst Mervin stood their grunting.
"Pantyhose will smooth that penis away, hold it hard and firm against your belly, oh what a silly billy just look at you," I teased. The seamed pantyhose were back to front and the reinforced heel and toe sat above Mervin's feet and the seam ran up his legs and over his knees. I was adjusting the seams taking all the time in the world.
"Oh my goodness, you're already hard and I haven't even begun to touch you yet, I'm surprised you didn't come in your pants," I mocked.
"So how did it end?" Max asked me explaining that despite the show he had finally fallen asleep before the climax.
"There you go," I said and fast forwarded the movie.
Mervin was laying on the bed and now mummified in natural shades of pantyhose. I was embellishing his helplessness tying cords of pantyhose around him. One of my fuschia coloured trainers was now sitting with the opening over Mervin's nose and was held in place with a knotted pantyhose. His tiny erect cock was free of his pantyhosed groin and was sleeved by one of my little white cotton ankle socks.
"Sniff, pervy Mervy, sniff it, I want to hear you sniff, louder, sniff it," I insisted.
"You like to sniff my stinky trainers don't you? I've run many a sweaty race with them, you love to sniff them don't you Mervin?" I taunted him.
Mervin could only grunt.
I was pulling at the tip of his cock inside the soft cotton of my ankle sock with a thumb and forefinger gripping his glans.
"Oh, you naughty little panty perv, that little damp spot in the toe tells me you're all hot and bothered, I think you want to make your pathetic little mess in the tip of my salty sock don't you Pervy Mervy," I teased him.
Mervin was grunting and was thrusting his hips, and with each thrust my hand was moving in synchrony with his impulses, his thrusting became even more exaggerated.
"By then he was fucking dying to shoot, it was such a fantastic sensation of power to frustrate him like that, there was nothing he could do get any decent friction on his cock," Fem said to Max as they continued to look at the movie.
"You want to squirt your inadequate pathetic girly mess in the toe of my little white girly cotton ankle sock don't you panty perv," I continued.
Then the whole of Mervin's mummified body began to visibly spasm, a rhythmic wave beginning at his toes and travelling through the entire length of his body and it seemed to signal his imminent ejaculation as I gripped and twisted his balls.
"Make your mess for Mistress Fem," I said. Fill my salty sock with your girly squirt."
Mervin's grunt became staccato with his pelvis suspended above the bed. His immediate collapse back onto the bed indicated he had shot his lot into the cotton sock.
"Good boy, that's a good boy, cum for your Mistress Fem," I encouraged him.
"I thought I told you to fill it, that's hardly enough to wet the tip, what a pathetic little loser you are Mervin," I said angrily.
I left the sock in place and pulled the waistband of his pantyhose up and over the mess.
"Well, you can just stay like that and think about what a dirty little pervert you are, you naughty boy," I said in a scornful tone.
I was untethering my trainer from his face as I said to him,
"On second thoughts you can just clean up your filthy mess," as I reached for the cotton sock beneath his hose and exposing his mouth beneath his nylon hood I shoved the abused garment into his mouth.
"Fuck me," Max exclaimed loudly. "You sure showed him what for their love."
I paused the movie and said to Max. "Stay where you are, I haven't finished with him yet."
I went to prepare some breakfast for Max and collected the chastity key from the sugar bowl where I had left it. Then I went to him in the spare bedroom and as we watched the re-run of Mervin's capitulation Max ate his toast and cheese and ham. His cock was bulging through the ribs of the chastity cage and my only concession to releasing him was to occasionally extend my tongue and show him the key on the tip of my tongue.
Max rejuvenated and energised by his breakfast decided his time had come and stood, grabbing me by my shoulders and lifting me from the floor he threw me onto the bed. He pulled the pink trainers from my toes and held them to his nose before throwing them over his shoulders. He then began with my feet, snorting my sweaty toes, one sock on and one sock off, enjoying the sensations of cotton on the one foot and nylon hose of the other and chewing on my toes. Leaning over me he thrust his muscular tongue between my lips, my clenched teeth barricading its entry.
"You're a fucking dirty fucking bitch and I love you for it, think you can stop me?" Max asked me as our eyes locked intently together. He pinched my nostrils closed and waited until I opened my mouth to gasp for air. He thrust his searching tongue into it. Soon he found the chastity key beneath my tongue and forced it out over my lower lip.
"Look what I got bitch, what you gonna do about it," Max taunted me. I didn't want to do anything about it, I wanted him to fuck me bandy so I smiled and answered,
"Not going to do a thing, I'll leave it to you baby," but then I made an attempt to swipe the key from his hands. He read my mind and easily swerved my playful effort.
He had no sooner removed the chastity device before he was frantically shredding the gusset of my hose with his powerful hands. He dragged the silky stinky white gusset of my knickers from my swollen gash and started to nibble at my labia and poked his tongue into my gushing grotto. He licked and chewed and sucked and I grabbed his hair and dragged his face into my gash.
He applied a big load of gob onto his raging blue bell-end and without ceremony and with a single stroke stuck it so far up me that I gasped as I felt it strike my cervix.
"Like that do you bitch," was all he said as he began to extract his bell-end to the rim of my hole before thrusting it back home.
"Fuck me, you fucker, fuck me 'till I fart," I begged after which words abandoned me and my refrain become bestial as I bleated and screamed and whined with each of his powerful thrusts.
The sensation began in my stocking toes, feeling hot and tingly and creeping up my legs wrapped around Max's back. My pelvis began its spastic twitching and butterflies were fluttering in my tube. My whole musculature felt engorged and I collapsed with uncontrollable pleasure as Max's milk began pulsing inside me. He collapsed on top of me and we lay inert. We fell asleep.
I was awoken by the sound of Mervin's urgent staccato grunts which were so loud and insistent that they could be heard all the way from the other room. I had to extract myself from under Max's sleeping body to go and find what all the fuss was about.
"What's up with you loser," I asked arriving beside Mervin's bed and I forced my fingers through the mesh of hose and into his mouth and extracted the cotton sock leaving it in the hose heaped on his nose.
"The time, what time is it please Mistress Fem, I can't be late for my appointment?" Mervin asked in a whimpering tone.
"Plenty of time, in fact, it's breakfast o' clock," I told him and straddled his chest and looking into his eyes, I pulled my soggy knicker gusset aside and planted my discharging gash slap bang over his mouth.
"My boyfriend just shagged me senseless, I'm full of his copious manly mess, I want to hear you suck and slurp and swallow," I told him.
Mervin tried to disengage my gash from his mouth, but with his panyhosed head firmly clamped between my thighs, his effort was in vain and as he had to struggle for air he had no choice but to imbibe the cocktail of juices dripping from my run-ragged cunt.
"Well, breakfast is included," I cruelly reminded him.
I clambered from him and he began to spout as I began to extract him from his pantyhose bonds.
"You didn't say you had a boyfriend," he whimpered.
"Well, you didn't ask and anyway, he has really enjoyed watching what I did to you, his man's cock has never been bigger and believe me, it's big, big and fat, puts that little girly one of yours to shame and for my part I loved that you gave me control of your pathetic little cock.
I left Mervin in a single pair of pantyhose with the red floral thong beneath.
"Keep those on beneath your work clothes, you know you want to," I said.
"Can I keep this, please," Mervin asked, holding the white cotton sock in the palm of his hand, the one that I had forced him to suck on. I want the other one too, the one that smells of your feet, and pretty please may I have those pantyhose too, I want to remember the scent of your demanding toes Mistress Fem.
"You paying cash? Let's say five hundred euros for the lot and don't argue otherwise we'll put your humiliating ordeal online and make you famous and you wouldn't want that, would you now?" I asked him.
Shortly afterward I saw Mervin to the door.
"I'd like to come again," said Mervin humbly.
"I'd love to have you, don't forget to leave me a review," I said and closing the door behind him I went to show Max my winnings.
No comments:
Post a Comment