First Class Submission
Mistress messaged to inform him that the panties had been posted
His grubby little thoughts had got the better of him again. He couldn’t resist reaching out to her, a woman whose face and body he had idolised for some time. Something about her face, a smile and eyes that shone through the ether of the internet, stole his heart.
It was her post about her ‘little foot boy’ that made him think that he might just ask her for the thing he so often craved. He could tell that she knew what it was to dominate a creature whose submissive tendencies could be exploited.
He wanted to ask her for her worn panties. Indulging this peccadillo was on his mind as he wrote, respectfully…. “Mistress, can I buy a pair of your panties?”
He didn’t know how she would react. Would she ignore him or would she take this opportunity to sell something so incredibly personal?
Stephen waited for a reply. Excitedly, he kept an eye on his inbox. Moments passed and then the ping of a reply set him to looking. Stephen did a lot of looking. So many nights looking and stroking, pleasuring himself. He didn’t always seek permission but today, he hoped that Mistress would take control.
She asked him what sort of panties he might like. Stephen replied that he would like whatever Mistress would allow him to wear. She replied to say, ‘You will have the ones I’m wearing today.’
He typed his reply, ‘Yes Mistress, thank you, Mistress’
“When you get them, you will spend some time sniffing them and then, you will wear them all day. Oh and you’ll wear a cock cage, just to make sure you don’t have too much pleasure while you wear my panties.”
Stephen sent the payment he’d been asked to suggest and the deal was struck.
He waited as patiently as he could. The postman would bring something he would treasure and something that would make him honour her.
Mistress messaged to inform him that the panties had been posted. ‘I’ve sent you full-back tie-sided panties that can adjusted to fit you,’ she wrote. She laughed to herself as she pictured him tightening the bows.
Stephen’s imagination began to paint a picture of what he might get. He wondered what colour they would be, what sort of fabric they were made of, and just how they might smell.
Mistress smiled as she read his Thank you, imagining his arousal and enjoying his willingness to comply.
He would have to wait a couple of days and hopefully the precious, pretty, personalised panties would be with him. Till then, he’d enjoy the memory of a sense of submission that he had experienced in making the request and sending the money.
Later that week, the postman pushed a package through his door. Stephen picked it up from the hall floor and examined the small parcel. Packaged in white paper, with a first-class stamp, the parcel felt soft to the touch. After what had seemed like such a long time, he couldn’t wait to open it. Hurriedly, his fingers rubbed the paper and picked at the paper to lift the flap.
Inside, was a small sealed plastic bag and in the bag he found tissue paper, sealed with a little sticky tape. Tearing off the tape carefully, inside was a pair of wickedly brief, purple, tie-sided full-back panties. The ties had bows that complimented the lace embroidered floral front. The flowers were pink and decorated the front beautifully.
Stephen climbed the stairs and layed down on the bed. He took the gusset of the panties to his nose and inhaled, enjoying the delicate musky, sweet aroma of Mistress. Quickly aroused, he took off his jeans and boy pants and settled back down to enjoy sniffing. He’d enjoyed himself in this way so many times, borrowing knickers from laundry baskets or buying them and masturbating as he sniffed. But this time, he has been told to wear them and he had better do as Mistress had ordered before his sissy cock got any attention.
Standing up, Stephen found his cock cage and slid his thing into the cold metal device. Stepping into her panties, he tugged them up over his cock cage and bottom. Looking at himself in the mirror, he enjoyed the sight of the pretty bows over his cool white thighs and he savoured the sight of the bulge behind the shocking pink flowers.
He could feel himself straining against the metal as his cock began to leak precum onto the fabric. She had said “Don’t enjoy yourself too much,” but this was something he could savour all day. He would do as he was told and wear them under his jeans, as he worked.
Stephen stood in his jeans, pulling them up over the bulge in his panties and fastened them at the waist.
All day, as he moved around, he could feel the cold metal against his skin; His cock constrained by steel and his skin against the pretty panties. During visits to the toilet, he would take down his jeans and look again at the pretty package around his cock. He longed to sniff the panties again and play with himself, but the cage was there to stay and he had to work.
The sense of obedient submission he felt had his head in a blissful space. He saw himself as a ‘mucky deviant’ who deserved to pay Mistress for his perverse desires.
At the end of the day, Stephen reached for his phone and sent Mistress a message.
‘Dear Mistress, thank you for letting me spend a day in your panties.’
Mistress smiled to herself as she read his thank you.
‘What a silly sissy,’ she thought.
