Panties @ MindSay

If you'd ask me before I posted that last survey, I would have said that the number of people who would have some sort of deep-seated urge to hear about me in women's clothes was exactly zero.  But noooooo...an entire chapter of the Young Maniacs shows up....

 

It involved wearing my first wife's hot-pink nylon panties for luck...and discovering the hard way that nylon panties exert less friction upon one's pants than my usual cotton undies...and that said pants can then decide to head south abruptly, exposing the top of one's ass encased in nice hot-pink nylon panties for the entire freaking universe to see...and then resulting in what can only be described as a very slow, careful, shuffling walk to the car, which I had unwisely parked approximately 38 miles away.  And then my first wife, who had thought it was so sweet at the time, laughed at me when I told her afterwards....

 

Luck, dammit!  I did it for luck!  Get your minds out of the gutter, you maniacs!

He was quiet in the car and didn’t reach for her hand like he usually did. She noticed when he was confused, he was quiet, withdrawn and waited to see how things stood. She felt him, scoot where she was closer to him, he looked out her window, watching her actually, and when he ‘got comfortable’ and got where he could inhale the perfume on her neck she, smiled and let our her breath. He was getting desperate for attention and she almost laughed out loud.

 

“Kiss my neck” She said with a bit of mock-authority. He did without hesitation, and not just a peck, but for moments with his lips softly against her flesh.  She would never be able to confess to him, feeling him ‘desire’ her, taste her flesh, was one, of her weaknesses with him. She caught his scent in her breath, the second strike  . . . feeling his flesh, or tasting him, and she’d be on her back, or her knees.

 

He took the opportunity, kissed her throat as she lifted her chin and his arm slid around her waist and tightened.  She put her hand to his face and kissed him, giving up on ever wearing lipstick around him.

 

“I love my presents My Love.”  She whispered it so he would not have to ask. She had some control and thought she’d better use it, while she had it.  He tightened his arm again and kissed her again, softly and she didn’t sense any tenseness. A kiss was all he needed, and she laughed again at her Knight.  But his desire burned now in her and she turned her smile to him.

 

“If you want me, take me. I feel like I’m wearing so many clothes!” She laughed and he held her close, content for the moment. She understood a bit more, about him, about her own influence on him and snuggled close. He put his hand between her thighs, she sighed at his desire and immediately opened her legs and ached as his fingers stroked her thighs. He ran his fingers between her thighs, put his head against hers and she felt him relax, more himself.  He was protective of her, she’d scared him and he was making sure nothing was wrong, but he wasn’t talking, or asking. Another piece of the puzzle.

 

“Tell me about the auction”  She turned where she was still in his arms and she could look at him. He started to move one arm, but she held it around her. “What would have happened?”

“You would have taken off your robe and been taken, from me right then. For the next three days, you would have been made available to anyone who wanted you, to instill your sense of submission. You’d always be nude and open. You would have served the potential buyers as they saw fit. Your picture would have been taken and placed in the catalog. The final night you would have been placed on a pedestal, sold to the highest bidder, collared and taken.

“For two years?”  She asked

“Yes.”

“You bought me without bidding?”

“Yes.”

“Just like that?”

“Yes. I thought you wanted, me.”  There was the question she knew had been hurting him.

“You possessed me during the display. It was an instinct. I was cumming, my heart ached at the thought of you leaving me. You held me and my world wasn’t empty, and then it would have been.  I panicked, said my safe word and begged the Gods IF you’d  . . . . “catch me”. I wanted you so much.”

“I wanted you too.” He whispered and his eyes searched hers. She knew she had to reassure him, take control.

“And still . . . I do, still.”  She whispered. He started to speak and she put her finger to his lips and looked him in the eyes.  “My Love, sometimes you overwhelm me. I love giving myself to you, and I need to be able to always give you something in return. I feel helpless and without a way to return your love, and I get a little lost.”

“I give you things all the time.” He said.

“You ‘buy’ me things and I adore why you do. I can live with that and I love being spoiled. But you give from your heart and it should be returned from the heart, and I do. I just feel like there’s nothing for me to give you that I have left to give, that you already possess from me or own. I adore being ‘owned’ by you, ‘possessed’ by you.”

 

He was quiet and she searched his face. He was still listening, and she didn’t feel any distance between them. He was still holding her. Not knowing what else to do, she tilted her head and kissed him. He exhaled and relaxed immediately and she felt her hearts warmth and the demon-fear sent far away.  Before he could speak again, she did.

 

“I would have stripped, sucked, fucked and probably a lot worse as I went through the auction. I was confident I could handle the sex, and I still, desperately, want to go as far out on that edge as you, My Master, will take us. But I would have spread my legs for all, but after the act, I’d take my pleasure and retire until I was fucked again, by whomever. I would have had my heart, it would have been fucking, service and pleasure and it would not have been heartache, failure, goddamn fear and hopelessness, or abuse. To have all of it, otherwise, you have to love someone and they take that away when you . . . “  

 

Her voice trailed off and she looked away, then regained her composure and kissed him again. He looked at her, wisely saying nothing, letting the moment stretch.

 

“I wasn’t prepared for the affection, for the love. I wasn’t wanting love and feeling it given, afraid you or anyone will steal it back, has been too much. I wasn’t prepared to love anyone. The sex, the sucking and fucking I could do and it would be a good job, pleasure and I would own it.”

 

“The other night you didn’t fuck me, you made love to me. You fuck me as hard as you want, then you bathe me, inspect me to make sure I’m not hurt, feed me bites, or sips of wine. It’s lovely, it’s that make up chest, the way you described me to another woman. I wasn't prepared for the love, or, for loving back.”

 

He continued to look at her, listening. She had prepared herself for a rebuttal or an argument, but he didn’t and she relaxed and then took her confidence and her power. He had not released her and she needed him not to, now particularly.

 

“My Pet. Listen to me.” He held her, his voice was calm, with authority, but softly with compassion and affection. She was a bit confused seeking signals and signs and tried to breathe easily. “I want you to always tell me everything. I don’t always figure things out.” She was expecting a long conversation, something. But that’s all he said, then kissed her and slid his hands between her legs and his fingers rubbed against her lips through her panties and tickled her.

 

She laughed and squealed when he tickled her thighs. She’d gotten to say what she wanted to finally say, he’d taken it well and she shut the door on the demon.

“Honey?”  She snuggled closer and he looked at her. “You need to feed your pet. I’m so hungry and you’re not figuring it out” He tickled her again and and pinched her,  she squealed and shut her thighs tightly around her hand.

 

Luis. You feel like sushi? She nodded and smiled. Take us to Kenji’s. You want some fish? He liked giving commands she thought, and was good at it. Authority you enjoyed obeying. In the next moment she found the time she was looking for.

 

“Honey?  What happened to my old place, everything? I just walked out, never looked back. And the auction? What about?”

 

He was confident, secure and nonplussed at the question and her confidence soared in him in an instant, and she thought for a moment and found no fear and saw none in him. “I took care of it. The apartment was settled, your things packed and stored. There was no sign of anyone else there.  Everything is settled. I have the key for when you asked. As far as the auction, you have an account for your part of it. Technically for your protection there’s a few papers for you to sign. On the other hand I’ve been selfish and for the past month I’ve not been able to stand having you out of my sight. I’ll take you to your things, just say.

 

She felt the warmth soak through her and the decision she feared wasn’t a decision after all. He didn’t raise his voice, he didn’t make excuses, and he wanted her, here and now and she sensed that she could do anything, ask anything and he’d do it, and, so would she. She looked at him and as long as she held his gaze he returned it. 

 

In her eyes right now, he was lovely and she remembered the night. Her pussy was dripping, the shame, his touch and scent, made her cum, she couldn’t breathe and she was desperate to keep ‘him’.  He didn’t look like what she wanted, he didn’t act like she thought he should, he was thick and strong, not lean and lithe. He wasn’t the guy she imagined or gave herself to, but he was lovely and he made her sore and ache, and laugh. And she sensed even if she turned away now, he’d always be in her life. But he didn’t fit the image. But he fit her, filled her.

 

“Do you remember the movie, “A Moment In Time”?”  She smiled and scooted closer, trying to snuggle.

“More or less”  He said. He was relaxed now she saw. She was obviously his new fuck toy and would be on her knees if he snapped his fingers. She relived fucking him, the taste of him, before she said anything.

 

“A man falls in love with a woman from a picture a hundred years ago, a couple of lifetimes ago, and is transported to her time and they fall in love for real.  They get their picture taken together, things are fine and they’re in love. I’ve been transported to another time, here with you, my love, my master. You must be my master. You need to understand that about us.”

 

“Okay. But I don’t get the movie”  He drew her close and put his hand on her tummy and she felt the heat between her legs.

 

“At the end of the movie, he’s happy and content, and so very much in love. He puts his hand in his pocket, one day, she's waiting for him to come to her, and pulls out a penny. The penny has the date of his time on it. In the next moment he is back where he came from, alone, without the love of his life and trapped, taken away from her.  He looks at the picture of her and there he is, a hundred years ago, next to his dear love.  And he’s trapped, she’s gone.”

 

“Those papers to sign, my old things are like that. If I touch them, or see them or have them. I’m afraid they’ll “break the spell” you’ve put us under, put me under. My old life will come back and I’ll lose you. There’s a lot I don’t know and a lot I haven’t said, but I know  I don’t want to lose you and I’m afraid of losing you.  Take care of those things, invest my money for me, and I trust you, not papers I sign. Do you understand what I’m saying? You’re my master, you own me and I’m where I want to be, for as long as you want me, and I don’t want to be reminded of that other moment in time.”

 

She laughed and there were tears in her eyes.
”What?”  He smiled at her and they both relaxed and Luis pulled into Kenji’s.

“I wanted to say all of that for you, to give you something from me, but when I wasn’t wearing so many clothes!”

She watched as he spread her robe open. He held her eyes for a moment then raised her gown to her waist and slid his fingers under the elastic of her panties.  A moment later he pulled her panties down to her knees. Her pulse surged and she tested the knot around her wrists again as she felt the cool air and the warmth of the fire on her thighs. She tried to spread her legs, and felt her panties tighten around her knees.

 

Kneeling next to her, he leaned over her hips and softly, barely kissed her tummy and then two kisses lower, stopping short.  She moaned softly and rocked her hips, and tried to spread her legs again. He softly raised her gown again, draping it above her breasts. Her nipples were small, dark and hard, and he softly kissed one, sucked gently on it, kissed the other and made a circle around with his tongue. She arched her back to feed him and he kept his mouth just beyond her.  She moaned again, and started to speak. He put his fingertip to her lips to quiet her and she puckered her lips to kiss it, but he withdrew it.

 

He’d posed her, lying on her side, a pillow wedged behind her, her head resting on another. She was exposed, nude, helpless with her hands and legs bound.  She blushed, her tummy and hips aching for his touch, his kiss and he only rewarded her with his eyes. Catching her gaze and then, as she watched, he looked at her breasts, her hips and between her thighs.

 

He leaned close to her face and she raised her head for a kiss. He was so close that she was breathing the air he exhaled, then, he reached and took her hair and draped it over her shoulders, completing the pose.  He laid very close along side her, not quite touching her. She tried to get closer. He leaned over and kissed her neck and felt her let out a breath, raise her head and kiss his.  She felt his fingertips, softly touch her tummy and slowly move downward. She tried again to spread her legs more, then brushed her nipples against his chest and buried her face against his neck.

 

He softly, lightly touched her thighs and her lips but did not penetrate her. He whispered how wet she was and she whimpered again and moved her nipples against his chest. He rolled away from her, petted her lips briefly and then took his fingers away. She softly struggled and whispered. He took the same hand and softly stroked her cheek, she whispered again, then silenced as he kissed her, softly, but for a long time. He looked at her pretty face again, the contour of her eyes, and brushed away tears from her cheek then kissed her again. She pressed her kiss to his, tilting her head. He whispered a question to her.

“yes, my love” She answered.

 

She took a deep breath as she felt the palm of his hand slide between her thighs. She first closed her thighs around his hand, but then tried to spread her legs again and push her hips.   She gasped as he spread her lips wide, felt deeply and began massaging her clit. She arched her back, and moaned loudly. As he whispered to her how wet she was and pushed his fingers deeper into her, she felt a wave of heat as she blushed and then came. He moved his fingers faster, pressed hard on her clit and she shuddered again and scooted next to him, resting her face against his shoulder and breathing his scent.

 

She couldn’t move her hands, or spread her legs for him, so she rocked her hips as his fingers explored and found the spot deep inside her. She shuddered again and he kissed the tears from her cheeks, and he withdrew his fingers, and held the palm of his hand against her lips. She kissed his chest and whispered again. She opened her eyes to see him looking at her. Feeling his fingers searching for her clit again, the sweet sting as his fingers penetrated her anus, she smiled and caught her breath, tilting her head for his kiss, then arching her back, feeling him putting pressure on her nipple with his mouth, the tiniest bite.

It was quiet in the car and she liked that he could just sit silently, small  talk wasn't necessary. He would reach and hold her hand, look over into her eyes, but say nothing. Then, just when she thought it was safe, kisses!  She hadn't made-out since, when? His kisses were like fucking,  like oral sex and her mouth was pussy and she was taken by it.  Like now. 

 

He began by putting a finger between her tummy and the elastic of the sweat shorts. She uncrossed her legs and spread them a little, looking forward to a little attention. He pulled the waistband back and looked down the shorts, and held his stare.  She felt so dumb sitting there, in a car with him looking down her pants. She spread her legs giving him a good look, and, an 'open' invitation. Her clit was reading her mind. He still held her shorts open and silently  looked.   She started to giggle and feel absurd and finally slapped his hand and crossed her legs.  He broke the ice and made her laugh,  then he turned her towards him and across his lap where she was facing him and kissed her,  holding her tightly till she moaned.  Luis put the partition up, and shortly they heard Cuban music coming from up front.

 

"What's the matter, my pet?"

"I'm  happy, I'm scared, terrified about leaving how happy we were. I was safe locked up with you. It's only been a  few days, but my life has changed.  It could have been a  mistake. You might not have come along.  What if?"

"Well? What IF I never found  you, or you didn't come to me like you did? What if? You said your safe word. I thought you were saying you wanted me"

"  I do and I was afraid, and I saw you and I,  just went. We'd be missing each other, and we wouldn't know who."

"I think so too. I'm not going to let you out of my sight. We're going to enjoy today and get you everything. But underwear.  You don't  need underwear do you?"

"Don't seem to"  She was wiping tears, but she was laughing. He noticed she was holding so tightly to his hand her fingers were white.

"Let me say this, okay?  I don't want you to go. I want you home,  with me. I  want to hear you say 'us' and 'we'. "

"Okay. 'We' need panties  and stuff, and make-up"  She laughed again and fought the tears.

"I went to all that trouble for you. With that closet"

"CLOSET? I have a CLOSET? How big is  MY closet? Does it have a shoe rack? You  DO want me to stay!  You didn't tell me I had MY closet."  She became animated and teased him, shaking off the wave of anxiety that  had set in.

"Lover?"

"What?"

"lover. i need a tight leash, for awhile. you understand?"

"Yes My Pet.  Now is a good time to tell you your first rule.  I own you remember"

"Actually, I like the sound  of that, oh, but what is the rule?"

"Never, EVER!!!"

"yes?"

"NEVER EVER, cover those few freckles with make-up. I love those freckles"

"yes"
"Yes, what?"

"My love. Yes-My-Love"

 

Does it make me less of a woman if I don't want to spend $58 on a three pack of panties?