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Title: Submissive Panty Slut
How I Became a Submissive Panty Slut
Working as a project manager for a large construction company I come into constant contact with a lot of men with a machoman-Billy-bad-ass attitude. Maybe some of that attitude having rubbed off on me is part of the reason that I failed to appreciate my SO and began to take her for granted. Somewhere I had lost sight of my respect for her as an individual and as a woman. Our life together had fallen into a rather stale and mundane state. I would return home from work after stopping off for a couple of beers with the guys, drop my dirty laundry, shower, and then sit down awaiting dinner. After eating and slight conversation it was back to whatever sports show I could find to go with another beer or two and then to bed. On nights when I felt like having sex, it was pretty much all me and nothing for her. I had her perform a bit of oral on me, spend a few minutes in the
She had a conversation with her best friend about our situation over coffee one morning and apparently the two of them spent the next several days planning how she was to deal with the predicament. Little did I know that along with an education there was also a price to be paid. And so, she approached me with a proposal for an agreement. We were to agree that we would have sex one night and do anything that I wanted. On another night, it would be her turn to be in charge and I would be relegated to obey her every command and honor her wishes without question or complaint. OK, I thought. This will be fun to try and what can she come up with that I don
My night went as per usual with the same old worn out routine. I had my pleasure, she had her frustration, and we went to sleep. I really didn
I was waiting in the bedroom, sitting in a chair, drinking a beer and watching a game. She sauntered into the room wearing a robe, and walked over to the TV to turn it off. Before I could object she opened the robe to reveal that she was wearing a totally sexy outfit of matching red lace bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. She looked H-O-T. As I reached out to touch her she pulled away and slapped my face. She said that I was not to touch unless she had given me permission and that she was the Mistress and I was her slave. No disobedience would be tolerated nor would it go unpunished. With another slap across the face she ordered me to strip and get on my knees. She said that I was to undergo serious training and behavior modification education and learn a new respect for her and women in general. The games had just begun.
She grabbed a handful of my hair and held my head close to her crotch. She had always maintained her natural pubic hair in the past but now it was trimmed and cut into a heart shape. She knew that I had always possessed an innate fear of things
I fell onto my stomach on the bed when she removed the dildo and tried to recoup my senses but I was ordered back up onto all fours again. I heard the rustle of a plastic wrapper and looked around to see her preparing to insert a tampon in me. My objection was duly noted but again I was reminded who was in control with a swift and hard slap on the butt. I tried to tell her that she couldn
Once I was on my feet she presented me with a pair of bright pink nylon panties with instructions to put them on. When I declared that I couldn
Forcing me into the bathroom to lay in the tub brought my curiosity to new heights. What more could she possibly do to me? Here I am with four tampons up my butt, wearing three pairs of panties and nine pairs of nylons
When we walked (I wasn
Breathing hard and nearly unable to stand my reward of being able to clean up was granted. She advised me that I had done well and that my reaching a climax was her insurance that I would not be interested in asking for sex with her tonight. Put the dirty clothes in the trash can, clean the tub, rinse the bucket, and leave the tampons in until the morning were her instructions as she left the bathroom. I had learned not to disobey.
My attitude and actions have changed. We have opened new lines of communication and I have gained a great deal of respect for the woman who fought desperately to salvage our relationship. Our once lost happiness was brought back by her diligent efforts, patience, and training skills. And by the way, about once a week I find myself in the most unusual predicaments!
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