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Subject: "Playing Dress Up" (F/M)
From: bookbabe@bigfoot.com (Michele )
Date: Fri, 19 Mar 1999 04:33:38 GMT

Playing Dress Up

copyright Michele 1999. Do not repost or archive without permission of the author.

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This morning you wore my panties to work.

First, though, I shaved your legs, thighs and pubic area, so that your skin was soft, warm, and exposed. I wanted nothing to get in the way of the silk as it rubbed against your skin.

How did you feel- ashamed? excited? A bit of both, probably. You didn't talk much as you slid the panties up your legs, but I saw the way your throat nervously worked, and I smiled at your swelling cock.

You looked so fine. So beautiful. Your erection pushed at the sheer, lilac-tinted silk, and I could see your glans through the lace inset, see the shiny beads of pre-cum staining my panties.

For a few moments you rubbed your cock through the silk, and your eyes were so bright, your smile so wide, even while you flushed red with shame. Do you like wearing women's clothes, Toby? Perhaps the next time I will dress you in my skirt, slide silk nylons up your legs and attach them to garter belts.

Maybe I will perfume you. Thicken your eyelashes with mascara. Paint your lips. We need to go shopping for a wig, I think. Soon.

At my bidding you turned around and spread your legs, so that the muscles in your thighs were pulled taut, and the round globes of your ass jutted against the panties you wore. Standing behind you, I rubbed my breasts against your back, ground my cunt against your ass. The silk felt good against my untrimmed bush.

I slipped my hands inside the panties you wore, squeezing your cock, cupping your balls. "You'll be a good boy today, hmmmn? No touching yourself unless I tell you. No taking off those panties."

"Yes, Michele," you whispered, your throat tight.

"Won't it be awful when you have to piss today?" I teased. "What if someone you work with sees the panties when you're at the urinal?"

"Oh, god, Michele." Your cock was very hard beneath my hand as I stroked.

"And take the plug with you today, sweetheart. The big one."

Your cock jerked against my hand, and I pinched your glans between thumb and forefinger.

"I'll phone you when I want you to put it up your ass. You'll do it in your office, okay? And no locking the door. Maybe your assistant will walk in at the wrong time. Wouldn't that be embarrassing?"

Your hips were rocking into my hand, back and forth, as I talked.

"How would you ever face her again if she saw you bent over, trying to stick a butt plug up your ass? Maybe I'll phone her while you're driving to work, ask her to watch."

My hand worked faster, pumped you harder.

"And you'll wear that plug and my panties while you make your presentation today, Toby. You'll be standing in a room full of your peers and your boss, your cock rubbing against my panties, your ass stretched wide with your plug."

With my free hand I reached around and grabbed one of your nipples, twisting it hard and holding it.

"Should we take a picture before you go to work, sweetheart? Would you like that- a photo of you wearing my panties?"

Groaning loudly and nodding your head, you came against my hand, your semen spurting strongly. I took care to spread the warm mess against your belly and the inside of the panties. I wanted the panties sticky against your skin.

My hand continued to work your cock, now grown sensitive and sore after your orgasm. You moaned in complaint. "You shouldn't have cum, Toby. I didn't give you permission."

A false note of exasperation entered my voice. "Look what you've done to my panties. You'll pay for that mistake tonight, honey. Spend a lot of time on your knees, servicing me."

I squeezed harder. "And a long session with the paddle, hmmn? And the crop?"

You hissed against the pain, but nodded, and I gave your cock a final squeeze. "Yes, Michele," you gasped. "That's what I want."

"I'll be merciless, you know. You'll have some lovely marks to hide from the boys at the gym."

Again you nodded.

"Turn around, Toby. It's time you finished dressing. I wouldn't want you to be late for work."

As you walked toward your closet, I added," but first, get the camera."

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