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Pantie Thief - the humiliation of paul

 

Templehelper Tue Apr 20 20:11:06 2004
   Perhaps it begins when expectant mothers wear silk upon their bodies and the growing child discovers the loving universe which is the womb of the mother. The little boy of silkened womb would surely become a pantie thief. The smells of the feminine would call to him as the comfort of those first months. The maturing sexual mind would follow the natural drives which are born of his early environment. The Ladies would cover their sex with silk panties and then leave their panties blowing in the wind. His heightened senses could detect the subtle scent of a lady and the objects worn around the Females sex would call to him. The scent of panties, so carelessly abandoned by the Ladies of the neighbourhood, more than the little thief in the night could resist. Sneaking through the damp, cold night was nearly as thrilling as the next conversation with the pantie-less Lady. The joy of stretching a tiny pair over his little package was positively a religious experience, and to share this with a Lady without Her knowledge, this was his little heaven. Of the spring, during the May day celebrations, he would come to be selected as page boy to serve the May Queen, and Her Ladies in waiting. All the girls and Ladies of the village would be there to watch, to view his submission to the May Queen. He would bring Her crown on a cushion and kneel while presenting it to Her. So it was that he set out in service of Women, in love of Their scent, in submission to Their dominance.
suzuya51 Tue Jun 1 22:56:07 2004
   The May Queen! Deidre Owen, at least 19 years old, ah, all others fell into insignifcance. She obsessed his every moment. He could not get over Her regal beauty, Her quiet smile, directed at him as he knelt, Her page boy, but in real supplication as before a Goddess, his eyes downcast, stealing a glance at Her dark tresses, and lovely, shiny nylon-clad ankles peeking beneath Her green satin gown and voluminous petticoat, framing Her ankles as if in rose petals.

He had a number of panties from other Ladies that he had deftly, thrillingly purloined from the laundry line and from Their dresser drawers when over for tea with Mother, taking a 'nap' upstairs. Ah the thrill, but Deidre which meant dark in Welsh, to whom he had served on bended knee at the old Celtic May celebration, She was a real Goddess! Dark thoughts drifted through his mind, the ceremonies thin reminders of darker times, of Druids and human sacrifices dangling from sacred Oak trees in misty groves, of white clad Priestesses taking part in arcane ceremonies. He shivered in anticipation and plotted his next course.

How had this started, he mused? He recalled Anya, the stunning Swedish exchange student and his older brother's Girl. How She used to sunbathe in the nude on the roof when She stayed with them, how he had stolen looks from a nearby tree, well hidden or so he thought. How lovely, blonde hair, all over! She had always been amused by him and playfully kissed him and affectionately tousled his hair, and gave him long hugs, exclaiming how cute he was in that wonderful accent! He was no more than a puppy to her, How She used to laugh at him when he'd redden in embarrassment!

Her scent was overpowering, so natural, with a little perfume. One day, when they were alone, She took him aside and playfully admonished him for spying on Her while sunbathing, as he flushed with embarrassment. She hugged him and told him to mind his manners or She'd see to it he got a spanking, but laughed and told him it would be 'our little secret.'

He burned with humiliation which led to a strange desire to get closer to Her. One day, alone in the house, he snuck into Her room and spied a number of pairs of panties hanging by the open window to dry. He couldn't help himself and went in and smelled each one, caressing the soft nylon and lace, the wonderful mixed smell of soap, perfume, and a smell he couldn't quite identify, but it sent shivers through him and his little package got all erect, as it did when She playfully hugged him, faint traces on the cotton padding, faint stains. It smelled and felt delicious! He suddenly, impulsively, opened Her drawer and fondled numerous panties and thrilling with pleasure, he took one pair...surely She wouldn't miss just one? He put his treasure in his pants and sauntered into his room, locking the door.

He had played with himself many times, but the soft nylon, the faint, lovely odor, the sense that these were Her's was overpowering, he placed them on his head, nose to the pad, and played until he exploded with a shattering orgasim! He had never experienced such a rush before! After drying off, he couldn't help slipping them on, a little tight, but the soft caress of the slinky nylon and the frilly lace and ruffles aroused him all over again. He wore them all day, as much as he dared, under his clothes, feeling wonderful, triumphant, his package erect yet held closely by Her tight panties as if She her holding it! There was nothing like it and he began to pursue his career, like some dark Highwayman or expert burgler, a master criminal!

But how to get close to Deidre?

 

suzuya51 Wed Jun 2 22:01:13 2004
   Deidre's Mother was a dressmaker and ran a small yet fashionable dress shop in the village, the Briallen Gwener (Primrose Venus). She was divorced. Deidre (he learned that She spelled Her name reversing the ie to be more modern) also had a younger sister, Gwenda (white and good in Welsh) closer to his age. How to get into their confidence?

He began discreetly following Deidre's Mother, to learn Her movements so that he could find a way to 'help' Her and thereby win Her approval and perhaps gain access to the house. One day he found Her struggling with groceries and offered to help carry them, which delighted Deidre's Mother. He helped Her carry them to the house and to put them away. Deidre walked in and smiled in recognition, 'You...... are my page boy! Well, aren't you sweet then?' he blushed as She laughed, playfully commanding him to kneel before his Queen! Flushed, he kneeled as She proffered Her hand for him to kiss, and he gently took it, quivering and lightly kissed it. He broke out in goosflesh. Deidre explained about the May pageant to Her somewhat puzzeled Mother. he gallantly said that he had nothing really to do this summer and could he help them in some way?

Deidre and her Mother looked at each other for a moment as they thought about it...and then Her Mother hesitantly suggested, could he help clean house and help Her with Her dressmaking? paul couldn't believe his ears...She also offered to pay him a small sum, to which he replied that he didn't want any money. However the Mother insisted and Deidre smiled at him and tousled his hair, then pinched his cheeks, exclaiming what a sweet boy he was! In spite of his craven desire to steal some of Her panites, he couldn't help feeling a wave of real affection...his Goddess had touched him, however playfully, and he felt a momentary wave of shame at his desire to steal from Her.

he showed up at the house two days later, daringly wearing a pair of Anya's panties, and was promptly put to work by the Mother. There was no sign of Deidre or Gwenda. he did have an opportunity to peek into Deidre's room, however. How wonderful, just as he expected, a lovely room with an old four-poster canopy bed, frilly curtains, a small doll collection, and the inevitable posters of the new pop star of 1958, Cliff Richard and then one of Elvis and of all things, the Goons. A stack of 45's with Cliff Richard's new hit 'High Class Baby' on top. Hmmm...she was a bit hip then....wonderful!

She was rather careless, leaving a pair of nylons that had been quickly removed, draped inside-out, sensuously on her bed, the marks of the garter tabs clearly seen on the welts! Her pert, full multi-coloured petticoats tantalizingly peeked out of Her closet, her many shoes on a rack. He bent down and sniffed Her nylons..ah, that wonderful smell of Her feet! he looked in vain for a damaged pair in her waste basket. Suddenly the temptation became too much and he quickly checked her drawers....the top drawer held a marvelous collection of very frilly and amazingly sheer nylon and some girlish cotton panties. One, a lovely two-ply of sheer black lace with a sheer red nylon inside was too much but he daren't steal one so unique. he satisfied himself with a non-descript white nylon with lace inserts, much like the others and quickly stuffed it down his pants, shaking with desire and fear as Her Mother called from downstairs and was he finshed with the loo yet?! Redfaced he hurried back downstairs, hoping the purloined panties didn't show in an unsightly bulge.

he finished cleaning and the Mother beamed at him, and asked him if he would come by the shop on Monday? he was delighted and readily agreed. he took his treasure home and quickly stripped to all but Anya's panties and flung himself with fierce joy onto the bed and draped Deidre's panty over his head, nose to the pad. How delicious...he revelled in Her lovely, intoxicating perfume and yes, Her faint bouquet ...he examined them and found the slight stain in the pad......dare he? Playing with them, he felt an overpowering desire, as he played with himself with the other hand in Anya's panties...this was his Goddess...he would worship Her.....

he removed Her panty from his head, his heart thumping with desire, and turned them inside out. he lovingly fondled them, sniffing the scent, and reverently, he put the pad slowly in his mouth and let the stain touch his tongue, as an act of worship, and closed his mouth around it, draping the rest over his face, her scent and now acrid taste overwhelmed him and he came immediately, letting the boyish jism pump carelessly into Anya's panties and soak his thighs. He didn't care, he was in love with his Goddess. he had reached a new level of ecstasy, undreamed of before. To taste the sacred nectar, even in this clean panty!.......this, this was heaven! But Monday, he would work in the dress shop and who could tell..She might be there?! he would definitely wear Her sacred panties....yes......definitely..an act of worship.


 

suzuya51 Thu Jun 3 17:20:26 2004
   he was on pins and needles all weekend, wearing another pair of Anya's panties and told his older brother that he didn't feel much like football on the green. The brother looked at him with concern and remarked that he was a little concerned, that lads shouldn't be mooning about the house all day, wasn't healthy. Da would have wanted him to get out more, play with the other lads in the village.

his father had died a few years back, but left them with a very good settlement that enabled them to live in fine style. In fact, they were due to holiday in Torquay again this year in one week's time. he had to play this one very cool, so he mentioned his 'job.' Brother nodded and allowed it to be a good thing to be earning and not lounging about. paul mentioned that if he could manage it, would it be allright to stay with Mrs. Owen, and keep his job? he could use the money.

his brother scratched his chin and nodded, saying he'd take it up with Ma, noting how good it would be for him to be on his own a bit, even at so young an age. Mrs. Owen was a fine Lady! Then he grinned slyly at paul and asked: 'You wouldn't be fancying Gwenda then, would you? Its time you be taking an interest in girls!. Aye, but isn't Deidre a peach though?' paul flushed as his brother looked at him suspiciously. 'Lets see then, leave me to talk to Ma!'

Unknown to paul, his brother took it up with their Mother, who, after some hesitation, finally agreed, if Mrs. Owen would look after her son. She did a lot of business at Mrs. Owen's dress shop, and knew the cheerful, somewhat plump yet handsome woman to be sober, sound and responsible.

She called on Mrs. Owen and brought up paul's rather sudden sense of reponsibility and would she consider letting him stay a month with them, then, for his own good and keep his job? Mrs. Owen beamed with pleasure and mused at how thoughtful paul was to give up the annual seaside holiday to work so hard for her! Mrs. Owen readily agreed, and they had tea and a nice chat. Mrs. Owen assured paul's Mother that he'd be kept very busy and out of trouble. paul's Mother said that he was a good lad, but she never spared the rod and asked Mrs. Owen to keep a sharp eye on him and feel free to thrash him properly if he got out of line. 'You've never had a son, only lovely lassies. Aye, lads require a firm hand, they do, so please take my advice!' Mrs. Owen smiled and nodded. his Mother informed paul of the decision and he was very happy!

At last Monday rolled around and paul daringly donned Deidre's panties under his clothing and arrived at the shop quite early, and anxiously waited for Mrs. Owen. She arrived on time and very business-like, hustled paul inside and put him to work. To his chagrin, She made him first wash the windows! Besides the two large picture windows with dressed mannikins there was the diamond-paned glass of the side windows and door of the stone cottage-like building. His feet were killing him. She clucked at him for wearing sneakers. Hard shoes only for a long day's standing would serve. he was then put to sweep and scrub the floors. Hmmm..this was not what he had imagined!

he spent the rest of the week checking sizes and organizing the dresses, checking each one to make sure the proper size was in the proper place, which was difficult as the tags invariably were deep inside the dress. he also had to re-hang all the clothing that was strewn abot the dressing rooms. he looked longingly at the lucious, stiff crinoline petticoats all in a rack, flaring out into the aisle, and longed to peek into the lingerie drawers where the lovely panties and nylons were kept. The corsets and suspender belts hung nearby, and he was dying to caress them. Deidre showed up only once or twice to his disapointment, but he loved handling the dresses, while Mrs. Owen was hard at work sewing and altering for Her customers, who nodded approvingly at paul's sober attitude.

Above all, he enjoyed the careless way the Women customers went about the store, dresses unzipped, sometimes only in petticoat and bra...especially the 'torpedo' bras popular then. They ignored him completely, and didn't trouble with modesty. he assumed that since he was so young......They didn't care...all the better! His package was often erect, and thankfully, Deidre's panty snugged it up tight.

Each night that week, he'd go home and lovingly fondle his collection, wearing Deidre's panties. he was flushed with excitment at the thought of actually STAYING in Her house!!! Where would he sleep? Could he steal into Her room at night, and kneel by her bedside to worship Her? His fantasies ran wild and unchecked; Mid-summer festival was in a few weeks, and he imagined Her as a Priestess and him, a lowly offering, being led to the sacred grove, the Girls of the village in a circle dressed in long white robes, flowers in their hair, and Deidre, the Priestess, naked above the waste, leading him, hands bound behind his back, gagged with Her panties to that sacred Oak tree and a noose made of a silken rope woven from the long tresses of the Girls that She tenderly placed around his neck.............. At that point he almost came, but he would hold it, for Her...until.....until........

 

suzuya51 Fri Sep 24 21:21:53 2004
   paul moved into Mrs. Owen's that Sunday, carefully packing his 'collection' of over 20 panties, and wearing Deidre's as well. It became a matter of course to wear one of his panties and he managed to wash them in the sink and hang them to dry in his room, they dried fast as he toweled them....but how in Mrs. Owens? he was given the spare room next to Gwenda's, who was then next to Deidre's. It was Deidre's old room with a small Girl's white four-poster canopy bed and frilly curtains, lacy pillows and some of Her old dolls. He carefully stashed his collection in an old chest under the bed.

They had supper downstairs, dressed informally, but Deidre in her boufant skirts, and Gwenda who was casting paul surreptitious looks, liked to wear very sheer organdie girl's dresses and white socks with low-heeled shoes. Her lacy pettislip was visible beneath the frilly, buttoned dress with puffed sleeves and lots of bows. Well, well, looks like She fancies me a bit, thought paul. She was very pretty, in a Girlish sort of way, but at 13, his own age, that didn't really attract him.

he spent a restless night suppressing the delicious desire to tiptoe to Deidre's room, sleeping in Her panties again.
Monday morning, he went with Mrs. Owen and her daughters to the shop. Mrs. Owen said that She had a real backlog of dresses to hem for the mid-Summer festival, and everyone needed to help out. "Paul......I need you to be a dear, and, well, how do I say this? I need you and Gwenda to help Me by wearing a number of the dresses so I cand Deidre can hem them." paul was taken aback......before he could say anything Deidre clapped Her hands with delight and said since he was so cute as a page boy, he'd be a darling in a dress! "Let's dress him up!!!" She said.

Mortified, knowing he was wearing Her panties, he grew red, which only increased Her delight. She laughed and gleefully selected a very full Girl's pettislip muttering to herself that that would be about right for him, and then, to his horror, selected some plain nylon panties, Girl's socks and shoes...and as an afterthought, a training bra... delighted She said She could stuff it with tissue! Mrs. Owen looked sceptical and said that would be going too far, but Deidre said nonsense, why She'd fix him up in a wig and makeup....it would be such fun!!

paul was pushed reluctantly into a dressing room and handed the girl's clothing, while Deidre and Gwenda giggled outside the curtains. Nervous that he'd be discovered with Her panties on, he quickly shucked his clothes and like lightening he donned the girl's panties over Hers, didn't quite cover them, then pulled the pettislip over his head, trying to find the hole in the mess of stiff crinoline skirts, and finally it dropped over his head, the soft lace-trimmed nylon top felt cool and soft on his boy's nipples. Deidre yanked open the curtain, grinning with delight. "How fetching you look, dear!" She said with a somewhat ironic look, as if She were quietly angry. "Let me help you into this bra!" She lowered the straps and fastened the cotton bra around his chest and tightened it, and stuffed soft tissue into the small cups. Then She sat him down and placed the socks and fastened the shiny girl's shoes. paul burned with humiliation and yet delight that She was touching him! She fastened the blond wig on his hair and gave him a satisfied look. She carefully made up his eyes then took bright red lipstick and generously painted his lips, ordering him to make a kiss so it would take. "We shall call you Paulette from now on!" She said clapping her hands. "Come, look at Paulette, our cousin from Lindisfarne!!" She laughed with delight as She led 'Paulette' out to Her Mom and Gwenda, who admitted he did look like a Girl, if you didn't look too close.

paul burned with humiliation and his face was mottled red, he wanted to hide. "Do i.....have to be out here?" "No, you stay in the sewing room all day..you can't pass that well!" said Mrs. Owen laughing. his package was fully erect and the swishing of the stiff petticoat on his bare legs was so sensuous! Here was a new thrill! Fully clad! Somehow the sticky lipstick and wig made it even more erotic. "Don't you go falling in love with yourself!" smiled Mrs. Owen. "Here, we've a lot of work to do!"

Mrs. Owen and Deidre pulled dress after dress over his head armed with a mouthfull of pins, taking up each hem so it would be even, as he stood patiently, side by side with Gwenda, who smiled at him with from time to time. "You HAVE to wear a petticoat, dear," Mrs Owen explained, "or the dress won't hang properly." paul was so tired by lunch time from standing, he plunked down, exhausted, on a chair, his legs splayed out and petticoat blatantly exposed. "Now, that's no way for a young lady to sit!" admonished Deidre playfully. "Now get up and sit down again GRACEFULLY, keep your knees together, spreading your skirt carefully so you don't show too much of your petticoat, like this.." She said, demonstrating. paul was breathless at her grace. he tried to copy, and the petticoat flipped up in front of him. "No, no!" clucked Deidre. "Try fluffing out your petti as you sit down, so it goes down level, its too stiff and short....your bum will be directly on the chair!" he tried it and it felt better, but the chair was cold to his pantied bottom.

"Comfortable?" Deidre asked him suddenly seriously. "Y...ye..yes, Deidre...it feels pretty good." "I should hope so!!" She said, looking suddenly angry. Quietly, she angrily whispered to him as he felt he would faint dead away.... "You dirty little beast! Wearing MY panties!!! I ought to tell your Mam! How DARE you...I don't know what to think!!! I saw them throught the curtain..I've been missing a pair for some time now and I know what you've been doing from Anya, spying on Her naked!!!!" he felt like crawling into a hole to die.......... "Sneeking around my house, I'll wager, you little rotter! What else have you been up to, hey?! What have you to say for yourself??........" She glared at him, but a ghost of a smile played over her face, framed by her beautiful black hair. She put Her finger to his lips. "Don't say anything.........we'll talk later, but they'll be the devil to pay, you can bet on that. Maybe I'll keep it a secret...maybe....but you have a lot to make up for! Meanwhile I'm going to have some fun with you and you're going to do anything I say, right? Burning with shame, that cold feeling that his life was over, he grasped at that one ray of hope and nodded, looking down. "There, there," She said with some sympathy, stroking his wig, "I must say, I rather like you as Paulette.......and I think you'll make a very nice Girl!" she said as she smiled.

 

suzuya51 Fri Sep 24 22:06:49 2004
   paul was mortified as Deidre told him to hurry up and eat so they could get back to work. he was dying inside at the thought that she loathed him, but she was all smiles and business-like the rest of the afternoon. Dead tired, trying to get Her to look at him, to somehow appologize, still having to keep quiet about it, that cold, hopeless feeling that he no longer measured up to Her, his Goddess, was displeased and hated him!!!

The day was finally over as they packed up. Deidre laughed and insisted they keep him dressed up! "Well," Mrs. Owen said, "may as well. If we hurry, no one will notice." shaking her head. Deidre selected a couple of dresses and a soft organdy petticoat as they locked up. Dinner was quiet as paul sat still in his outfit he wore all day. Gwenda kept giggling at him to his continued embarrassment, but nothing to his dread of being alone with Deidre, who said that how well ehaved he was in Girl's clothes.

At bedtime, Deidre came into his room with an old green nylon nightdress, saying that he's best wear this to bed and to come with Her to take off his makeup. She was very serious as She showed him how to scrub it off and use cold cream. After he bathed and dressed in the negligee with it's matching panty, he slunk into his room like going to an execution. Deidre was sitting on the bed in Her nightgown and matching robe, a semi-sheer black, shiny nylon with lace trim. She patted the bed beside her for him to sit down. Looking at him with some concern, she said "Paul, you've been very sweet, but I wonder if it wasn't all some game you were playing to get to Me?" She put Her finger under his chin to raise his downcast head. "Look at me, paul..I know you have a crush on me, don't deny it!" he nodded, his eyes downcast with shame. "It's not unusual for lads to have a crush on an older Girl or Teacher.....but I'm worried that you'll become what we call a pervert. Honestly, stealing MY panties, you little beast!!! I don't want to know what you do with them...and I don't want them back either................" She looked straight into his eyes.. "Have you done this before? There is a rumor around that there is a panty thief.......be honest." he felt like dying. "I think you are the one...tell me because I'll search your house since I have the key and here until I find something....I promise I won't be angry.

Dying inside, with deep black despair...trembling..he choked out "Ye....yes.... Deidre." "Well, where are they?" She demanded. He reached under the bed and pulled out the chest with his collection.......... She opened it and was shocked and briefly put her hand to her forehead with a sigh of despair: "Oh paul!!! How COULD you? How...how did you? paul was in such black despair and humiliation, a cold fog pervading his senses, that he didn't care if he lived or died. Her faint, familiar scent, the smell of her soft hair and a touch of perfume got through his fogged senses and he became erect. She hugged him and stroked his hair.. "What are we going to do with you?............................. Hmmmm I should make you give back each one in person..." She said with mock seriousness............

 

suzuya51 Mon Oct 25 18:18:19 2004
   The horror of that idea made paul break out into a cold sweat. Yet it was delicious dressed in the soft nylon nightgown, tenderly hugged by his Goddess at long last, yet the fear and shame of being found out still left him in a void of black despair. "I shall have to tell the others you know," Deidre said, "and you will have to be severely punished, unless you want me to tell your Mum?" The idea of his Mother finding out terrified him, nobody was more severe than Her. "N..no PLEASE don't tell Her, i'll do ANYTHING, anything you want to make up for it, " paul said. Deidre smiled wickedly, "Yes......yes you will you horrid little beast," Deidre said and kissed him tenderly.

"Right!" She said, all business, "can't let you run about the house, now can we? How can I trust you? What about Gwenda?" She thought a moment and said She'd be right back and for him to go to the loo..NOW! She came back in the room with some old nylon stockings and a pair of her panties. "Right...from now on, you'll be bound in bed when no one is watching," She said with an evil smile, "Can't have you pinching underwear and doing your beastly things now can we?" She made him hold out his arms and bound each of them with the soft nylons, tying them tightly on his wrists but leaving a long tether to each the four posts of the bed, so that he could scratch his nose and turn a little but not untie himself. She grinned wickedly and said that since he was so fond of women's panties, he could just really enjoy them as a gag? She delicately folded her obviously used nylon panty, so that the cotton gusset, with its fresh stains was on the outside. She bade him open his mouth wide as his eyes widened in horror and stuffed the panty so that he couldn't help not tasting her juice, and bound another nylon tightly around his mouth to hold it in place.

paul was in agony and ecstasy, never having tasted a panty's juices this fresh before, the panty was still warm from her body, the perfume of her body was intoxicating, but the taste was awful yet stimulating, the shame, the agony of the gag, the humiliation was too much. his packet was rockhard, much to Deidre's amusement. "There," She said sternly but with a smile, "That should keep you busy and out of trouble, what? I daresay you won't get much sleep, but this is how it will be from now on! Night night!" She smiled and closed the door. paul wanted desperately to come but his erect package was loosely carressed by the soft, feather-light nightgown, delicious but not enough to make him come, which, would be a disaster anyway, bound as he was. he lay in a sweat of agony and shame for what seemed like hours, drifting off into erotic, confused dreams, waking, sleeping, his cock sore from being erect.

 

suzuya51 Wed Oct 27 21:01:04 2004
   paul awoke with the morning sun, his back aching, longing to turn on his side, his cock erect, sore and needing desperately to pee. The carress of the nylon stimulated his bladder as well. The sopping panty still jamming his mouth, having swallowed the lovely juice of his Goddess all night, it was a strange sensation of desire and disgust, yet it was delicious all the same.

Deidre waltzed in and untied him, allowing him to race to the loo, and admonishing him to wash the panty thoroughly. She bade him shower and get ready for the day. he was terrified of what Mrs. Owen and Gwenda would think of him when Deidre told them about the panties, but he daren't bring it up.

Deidre was cheerful and smiling and dressed him this time in the usual Girl's nylon net pettislip with soft nylon bodice with lace trim and lacy net skirts below, the training bra and Her panties, but this time She put a suspender belt and hooked lovely nylons, a bit big for him, but they felt wonderful to him. She said that She'd teach him to walk in high heels, and provided a pair of Gwenda's patent leather heels with ankle straps. They felt delicious but very uncomfortable when he stood up, wobbling, the balls of his feet hurting already. She slipped the organdie Girl's frock over his head, and sat him down to make up his face and put on the wig for the day. "You're going to have to learn to do this yourself, and many other things. I discussed this with Mother, and She agreed to give me complete authority over you...I won't tell Gwenda about your panty collection..She does rather fancy you, you know...I don't know if I approve." paul listened carefully.
"paul," Deidre said as She sat down next to him on the vanity, She held his hands tenderly, "Look at me..." She said with a penetrating gaze, "I want you to know that I really care for you, and love you very much, however much of a beast you've been. I want you to become a good man, be worthy of My love, but it will be a hard road. The only way I know to maybe break you of this horrid behavior is to make you dress as a Girl at all times, feel shame and humiliation, suffer severe punishment, so that you will no longer desire a Woman's clothes, but take you place as a real man, not a filthy pervert. I've given this a lot of thought, and, unless you want Me to tell your family, it is the only way, do you understand?" paul listened with mounting horror, yet with a strange sense of desire.....his Goddess cared for him!! he smiled secretly... "PAUL!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" She asked loudly. "Y..ye...yes..Deidre." he answered.

Deidre hugged him and kissed his forehead tenderly. "Just know that it's for your own good....like basic training turns boys into soldiers, so we'll turn you into a man, see?" She said brightly. paul meekly asked "Do i have to be gagged..." "Now," She said with sudden severity, "there will be no talking unless I ask you something, and the only thing I expect to hear from you is "Yes, Deidre." She kissed him again and stroked his wig. "You will instantly obey me in all things, with no questions. Any mistakes you make will be severly punished. I shall keep a little book and note down your transgressions.." She said with a mischievous smile. "There is no appeal. I've also decided that you shall give back the panties one by one and appologize in person, after I've talked to the each Lady first that is," She said with an evil smile, stroking his forehead.

 

suzuya51 Thu Oct 28 20:53:22 2004
   paul was horrified by the idea and his eyes widened in shock. Deidre smiled sweetly, "Well, I'll speak to each Lady first to see if they can be discreet, no sense in totally ruining your reputation...after all, I'm giving you a chance to redeem yourself," She said as she stroked his head with affection.

A strange sense of power was growing in Deidre and She found it delicious. She enjoyed being fussed over as May Queen, and got a slight shiver of satisfaction as they all kneeled before Her. But this was different, although hardly more than a boy, his adoration of Her was total, and She had gotten over Her initial revulsion, and found it rather endearing, that he admired Her so much, that he was wearing Her panties, and thereby vicariously making love to Her. It was even more thrilling to have complete control over him. Stuffing her still-warm panties in his mouth as a gag was intoxicating, knowing that he would suck her most initmate nectar, become Her personal slave, for Her amusement, sent shivers up and down Her spine...how delicious! She couldn't cross the line with him, of course, but knowing that She had total control of his life and sex for now, was wonderful, especially that She would make him face some of the Ladies that he robbed and appologize, further humiliating him, but She knew that for all that, She really felt a strange affection for him, as if She were going to open the world to him.

Comming out of Her reverie, She excused Herself for a moment and came in with a large, wooden paddle with holes in it, and laid down more ground rules as she tapped it on her palm, paul's eyes widening even further: "paul, I've decided that you will be punished at My pleasure, starting every Sunday after Church for now. Your offences will be punished as follows, for now:

Any mistake in grooming, two strokes; any un-lady-like deportment, that is failure to curtsie, to not downcast your eyes, expose your knees or petticoat, three strokes; any sign of disrespect or cheek, five strokes; any damage to clothing, including (she smiled evily) runs in your stockings or in mine, five strokes; and if ANY of My clothing or Gwenda's is out of place, torn, not folded properly, five strokes, and i don't need to tell you that any playing with yourself or indulging in any of your beastliness, well, at least 20 strokes.

So you can see that they can add up fast. I'll also expect you to confess any bad thoughts to Me, because we need to talk about this..and don't try to hide it, I'll know. I want you to understand that this is for your own good, and that I really do carre for you, paul, dear," She said, again holding his chin and then She kissed him tenderly on the forehead as a real feeling of affection surged within Her and She became wet at the thought of the punishment that She would mete out.

 

suzuya51 Sun Nov 7 09:26:40 2004
   She got paul dressed, one of her old nylon panties, pink with ruffles, suspender belt and nylons, one of her old Girl's organdie dresses with a modest buttoned top and prim collar that came above the knees, his Girl's petti-slip and training bra, but she added a real crinoline petticoat under that to give him a real bouffant look. She was delighted! "I like you in really full skirts," She said with a smile as She made him up and fixed his wig in place, like an attentive Mother. She slipped on a pair of Her old high heels, only 2 inches. "There!" She said smiling, "Get up and turn for me!" paul felt very embarrassed and yet the slinky nylons swishing on his stiff petticoat was delicious. "From now on," She admonished seriously, "You will curtsie.....like this," She demonstrated, "Whenever I or any other Woman addresses you, keep your eyes downcast, and NO TALKING unless I ask you....understood?" paul tried to curtsie, wobbling on the high heels but was clumsy. "Hmmmm...you had better learn fast!" She admonished. "And keep your seams straight!" "Y..y..yes, Deidre," paul said humbly. She glared at him.. "Did I ask you to speak?!" paul shook his head. "Right, young Lady, bend over and hold onto the bedpost!" paul did as he was told. Deidre pulled up his dress and pettis and while holding them, thwacked him hard on his pantied bottom with the vicious paddle. paul had never felt anything so painful....he felt it in his nose and moaned involuntarily, his backside burned with only two heavy strokes.

"Right," She said, "That was only a love tap, dear," She said with sudden tenderness, and ran Her fingers on his exposed bottom playfully, while She felt very wet and sensuous, "paul, we have a long road to travel and it will be extremely painful, but at the end, you will be a real man, someone I can be proud of." paul felt a wave of affection for his Goddess...he would try to measure up, but wisely kept his mouth closed. "You have to be broken first, my love," She said with real affection. She felt things she had only dreamed about in her fantasies. Men adored Her, it was true, but She knew that they only wanted one thing and would say anything....Her eyes moistened at how She had been betrayed by Richard, whom She had so admired since She was a Girl. She drew paul to Her and hugged him with tenderness and stroked his head. "Come, let's get to work!"

he ate breakfast silently, eyes downcast, feeling very embarrassed , Gwenda suppressing Girlish giggles and Mrs. Owen beamed at him, "Deidre, you've made him look so pretty!" paul was beet-red. "Paulette will be a very good Girl, won't you, Paulette?" Deidre said to him. "Y...yes, Deidre." he said hesitantly. She smiled.

They walked to the shop, paul terrified that he would be recognized, but he only got a few approving glances from some Women shoppers going to market. One remarked, "What a pretty thing!" paul burned with humiliation.

In the backroom, he and Gwenda spent a tiring day as dress-dummies, and he worked after closing time to re-stock and re-hang all the dresses and shoes. his feet were killing him from the high-heeled shoes he wore all day, and he was tired. he sat down carelessly and was immediately admonished by Deidre. "Tut, tut," She said, "you know better than that...hmmmm...un-Ladylike deportment, three strokes, carelessly exposing your petticoat, three strokes!" She said evenly as She joted the offenses down in Her book. Deidre was pleased, however, "You did very well, Paulette overall..but your seams are no longer straight...that won't do." She noted that down in the book..two more strokes!" She said with a sly grin. paul was horrified. Deidre felt all a-quiver in anticipation.

 

suzuya51 Sun Nov 7 18:47:15 2004
   Home and to a silent dinner, then paul had cleaning duties, then a bath and to bed in the same diaphanous green nylon nightgown with its soft panty. Deidre bound him in bed again and Her panty that She had worn all day was folded so the moist cotten gusset was outside and it was gently stuffed in paul's mouth and tied in place with another old nylon. "In another month we'll have the Mid-Summer's Festival and Me and my Friends are going to need you. You've heard of the Order of Celtic Women? No?" She asked rhetorically, "Each year we single out one male, for reasons of Our own and he participates in Our secret rituals..." She said with a soft, distant look. "I plan to request that you fill the part this year." She said with a sly smile. paul looked at Her with a worried face... "Don't worry my dear...its a beautiful thing..as I said, you have a lot to answer for. Tomorrow, you tell me the names of the Ladies from whom you stole and we can start your penance. Night, night."

After work and dinner, Deidre and paul repaired upstairs to Her room. "Now paul," She said seriously...go and get your panties and let's talk!" paul meekly went and retrieved the chest and brought it to Deidre. "Begin sorting them and tell me who they belong to!" She demanded. paul, worried and nervous, was on his knees, being careful not to expose his two pettis. he reverently took out each panty. he found Anya's first. "Anya," he said evenly. Deidre's face registered momentary shock... "you ARE a dirty little beast, aren't you?" paul sighed and continued. "This one is Mrs. Redford's, this one is Miss Jone's.. " "Miss Jones?!" Deidre said. "Catherine Jones?! My friend?!...well...how would you know?" paul was momentarily horrified..." We'll start with Her!" Deidre said with satisfaction. "I'll have Her over for tea on Sunday, so She can witness your well-deserved punishment!" She said with a evil grin. Deidre felt wet again at the thought of paul's mortification and his punishment." he was already up to 25 strokes and they had two more days to go. If two felt so bad, how would 25 or 30 hard whacks with the paddle feel? She mused with a grin.

 

suzuya51 Tue Nov 9 22:06:09 2004
   paul had forgotten to whom some of the panties belonged, but he identified most of them, Deidre registering shock from whom he had purloined them! In particular, more than one of Her friends and worse, Mrs. Gwynn, the head of their order!
She was somewhat plump, 40-ish with a stern yet beautiful face that men found irresistable. She lived in the what had once been the manor house for the town. "paul, how did you.....manage to steal that one?" Deidre asked in amazment.
"Deidre, well.....when my Mother was invited for tea, She brought me and i made like i was tired and Mrs. Gwynn sent me to Her room to take a nap, so......" Shocked, Deidre said "paul! Have you NO shame?.......Odd though," Deidre mused, "Mrs. Gwynn mentioned that You had stolen Her panty.....and She was not at all put out...She even smiled and called you a little devil. I found it hard to believe...that's why I suspected you and when I saw you behind the curtain....." Deidre looked angry "paul, what a mess you've made of things....well............you'll do your penance..." She hugged him, and tied and gagged him again with Her panty for the night as usual.

paul began to look forward to the panty gag, still warm and moist from His Goddess's divine gate. It was sweet misery, the acrid, almost foul taste along with Her intoxicating perfume left him hard as a rock all night. he had no release since She had first discoverd his secret, over four days and he ached to spill his seed, the soft nylon teasing him all night. But there was nothing more intimate than swallowing the moistness of Her panty. This was hell, this was paradise!

Sunday rolled around, after a tiring week in high-heels, and more notes in Deidre's dreaded black book. They went to Church, paul wearing a particularly elaborate organdie frock, modest white socks and prim Mary Jane shoes with veil and the vicar smiled when Deidre introduced Her 'cousin' Paulette on leaving the church.

paul dreaded the meeting with Catherine, who arrived shortly after lunch. Even prettier than Deidre, She was wearing a shiny yellow boufant silk tea-length dress. Deidre was in the new pencil-skirt, and looked very trim, sitting with her nylon-clad legs primly crossed with elegant pumps. paul curtsied when introduced to Catherine, keeping his eyes downcast, not saying a word. Catherine smiled and said what a pretty Girl he made. After tea, Gwenda went with Her Mother to the park to leave Deidre alone to deal with paul. Catherine, who knew what happened, nevertheless expressed shock and horror and called paul a dirty little thief and filthy pervert, glaring with anger, as Deidre had instructed Her. Catherine was looking forward to the punishment.

They went up to Deidre's bedroom, and paul took Catherine's panty from the chest, and holding it in front of him, he got on his knees, kneeling carefully so he didn't expose his petticoat, and bowing his head, appologized profusely, explaining how he had stolen it from the laundry line and what he did with it, which really did shock Catherine. It hadn't dawned on Her just what he had done with Her panty and she was really disgusted. paul was truely mortified and was beet-red with embarrassment, trembling.

Deidre bade paul remove his veil, dress and petticoat, and he was careful to fold them neatly, lest more strokes be added to his sentence. Deidre removed her dress and stood in a full nylon slip with lace trim... "I don't want to wrinkle it....and Kate, I suggest you do the same. It would be a shame to wrinkle that gorgeous gown!" She said with an evil grin. She felt an orgasm comming on and got wet again in anticipation. Catherine removed Her silk dress as Deidre suggested. paul carefully hung up both garments. Catherine looked divine in a lacy white corset and full crinoline petticoat, contrasting with Her jet-black shoulder-length hair.

Deidre bound paul, who was in socks, panty and bra, his hands tightly behind him until and his feet together with more old nylons. She then removed the panty She was wearing and bound it in his mouth, winking at Catherine, who was quite shocked. "Deidre, what ARE You doing?" Deidre smiled and explained paul's penance and how she hoped that having to taste it all the time would so disgust him it would condition him against it.. "Remember Pavlov? she said. Catherine nodded, still shocked.

Deidre sat on the bed with Catherine next to her. "Kate, will you be so kind as to hold paul's head?" She said with exaggerated politeness. "Certainly!" said Catherine with some amusement. Deidre made paul lie face down on Her lap, positioning his now-erect penis between her legs, Catherine held his head in Her lap.

In his sickest fantasies, paul had never vizualized this. It was beautiful, Catherine tenderly holding his face down in Her lovely, scratchy crinoline, the warmth of Her hands, Her soft scent, the smell of Woman, and his Goddess, Her slinky nylon slip rubbing his panty-clad penis, the warmth of Her thighs, Her perfume, his vulnerability, the anticipation of the terrible, unbearable pain to come as she tapped the vicious paddle on Her palm before beginning.