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From: adietrech@aol.com (A Dietrech)
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Subject: Story: Nancy's Panty Slave 1/3 (TG, femdom)
Date: 3 Dec 1994 09:25:09 -0500
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                       NANCY'S PANTY SLAVE

I never considered myself an especially aggressive woman, but in
the past few months I've discovered the joys of feminine domina-
tion 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 Mis-
tress 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 outer 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 diffi-
cult 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 screw-
ing 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 don't think 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 women's 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 Mistress' 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 sissy 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 slut 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 cunt 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 breath-
ing!

Ronnie wildly sucks and laps at my drooling slit until I'm
teetering on the edge of bliss. He always seems to know instinc-
tively 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 puckering 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 togeth-
er 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 closetfull of lovely outfits: Maids uniforms,
dresses and separates 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 exqui-
site 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 depilatories. 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 particular uniform is elaborately adorned with stiff white
ruffles, big puffy shoulders and sleeves that flare out into big
white ruffles at the cuffs. The 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 tutelage 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.