Enforced Feminisation by Mistress Madame C

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Enforced Feminisation by Mistress Madame CMichael had worked as my general handyman around the house for at least ten years. He was a quiet soul, softly spoken, very much old school and so,so incredibly polite. I had never ever let him know of my passion for alternative kinky play, I didn’t think he needed to know however, certain items in the laundry room must of caught his attention at some time over the years he had worked for me..but, dear Michael, the polite gentleman that he was, had never ever said a word…he just carried on with his duties.Until…….Last week I called on his services to repair a leaking pipe from the boiler that is housed in the laundry room. The days prior to his visit had been particularly busy with maid and slave training and a need for me to wear various items of silky, provocative underwear and seamed stockings. All my personal underwear items had been washed by Angelica and were hanging to the side of the boiler drying, below was an array of panties waiting to be dutifully washed by hand in a small brown wicker basket.Michael arrived at 9am,and set about his duties in the laundry room,supposedly trying to fix the leak. At 10am I made coffee and went to tell him it was on the kitchen table. The laundry room door was closed and he did not respond to my voice. I opened the door and popped my head around the corner. Michael jumped up from a crouching position in front of the small wicker basket which was home for my used worn panties. His face was flushed as he span around to look at me, his eyes wide as he gasped with shock, embarrassment and panic at not knowing what to say. As I stared at him not saying a single word ,I noticed his hands were behind his back, like a naughty c***d caught stealing sweets from a sweet shop!. My naturally dominant, teasing nature kicked into action as I walked up to him as closely as I could, he could feel my breath against his face and I looked him in the eyes and demanded he give me whatever he had behind his back. He stammered stuttered and muttered something about a screwdriver…..his voice raised an octave as I slide my hand down his work bahis şirketleri shirt over his blue jeans and stopped at the bulge that was protruding beneath my fingers. I suggested he show me what he had else I would undo his jean buttons and expose what I had found at the front of him! His cock pulsed against my hand and grew in size as I repeated what I had just said. I was losing patience with Michael- I wanted to see what this naughty man had in his hands! I slapped his face and demanded he show me right NOW! He gasped with shock and surprise at what I had just done-but it got the reaction I wanted;Michael drew his right hand slowly around to me-unclenching his fingers a pair of my black lacy worn panties slowly unfolded themselves, almost coming to life as they were given freedom from his hot sweaty hands and fell on the floor. I ordered him to pick them up and tell me what he had been doing in my used panty basket. He had no answer to give me –only silent submissive looks-like a scolded puppy dog.He clumsily fell to the floor, his big rough hands picking up the delicate soft silky lacy panties and offering them to me as if they were a peace offering-a gift to silence me and end his humiliation! I took them from him waving them in front of his nose, and then rubbing them over the bulge in his jeans. His breathing became heavy, and lots of apologies, stutters and mutterings about getting back to work came tumbling from his dry nervous lips-his words fell on deaf ears!I ordered Michael into the conservatory making him stand on the kitchen table. If Michael was going to sniff, play with and possibly steal my beautiful panties he would be humiliated-at a level that I found acceptable as punishment. After several attempts at telling me he was NOT doing that he eventually did as he was told. I then told him to strip – I wanted him naked on the kitchen table so I could have him as a plaything-and object of amusement, and object of humiliation and an object to be used. He fumbled at his shirt buttons, then his fly buttons and eventually managed to remove everything without falling off the table. mobilbahis giriş I took all of his clothes and put them in a bin liner-I’d give them back when I decided he should have them. I made him put his shoulders back, hands on head and to spread his legs. I walked around the table studying his naked body….he had a huge swollen cock that stood proud of his body…I dangled my used panties of the end of it-instructing him NOT to let them drop. I also informed him that Jane and Angelica could look directly in from the Studio next door and see the compromising position he was in! Whilst his cock bounced up and down at that thought Michael did attempt to get down,causing my panties to come tumbling to the ground. My hand swiftly cut through the air landing on the back of his naked thigh-smack-the sound resonated through the conservatory. I told him to get back up or he would lose his position as handy man in my house. Michael stood upright like a soldier on parade-like an obedient c***d hat had been scolded….as he did so I reached for my panties that looked so forlorn on the floor and handed them to Michael-I told him tout them on and I was also going to call Jane and Angelica to watch from the studio what was happening. With a red face and a red mark on his leg his attempted to put the panties on…falling awkwardly from the table and landing on the floor with one leg and his cock in the black panties-I told him to get up ,put the panties on properly and to wait in the corner of the conservatory. If he was going to sniff and steal my panties –he was to wear them and feel them against his hard swollen cock as he walked around my house, and he was also to experience a very red sore hot bottom!. I dragged a big chair into the centre of the room and sat myself down-pulling my skirt above my stocking tops so they were fully on display. I reached for my phone in my pocket and called Angelica and Jane to join me in the conservatory. Meanwhile I called Michael over to my side…he was to be punished. Obediently, yet tentatively he walked over to me-his big hard cock peeping out mobilbahis güvenilir mi of my panties I had made him wear. His eyes were focused on my stocking tops as he stood by my side-his cock repeatedly pulsating as I slipped my fingers into the top of the panties and pulled them down-his big erect cock fell out-making him gasp as he was totally exposed in front of me. All of a sudden the door opened and Angelica and Jane walked in- they were shocked, bewildered and amused at Michaels predicament-I told them what had happened and that I was going to punish him..and they could join in. I told Michael to squeeze his cock in between my stocking tops and to fall over my knew-he was to be spanked. I felt the weight of his body fall over me and him adjust himself so I could clasp his swollen cock firmly in between my thighs as he was to be punished. What a sight! A grown man wearing my used panties over my knee with Jane and Angelica present. We all looked at each other with a wry smile-Jane walked up to his head and straddled his head with her thighs and flipped her skirt over his head so we couldn’t see it. Angelica went to the back of him and held his legs tightly at ankle level-her pretty red nails gently pushing into his white flesh as she did so. I told him this was what happened to naughty boys who stole used silky underwear, who rubbed used silky underwear against their cocks and who sniffed at the gusset of used worn silky panties wanting to play with what had been wearing them! With that I delivered a set of 12 hand spanks on his naked bare white bottom-he jerked at the impact and said something-what I don’t quite know what it was as his head was under Jane’s skirt squashed between her stockinged thighs-just as his cock was, in between my thighs squashed and prevented from wriggling and squirming. And so the spanking continued on his reddening bare bottom…again and again with Angelica counting…..98.99.100……By the time Michael was made to stand, his bottom was hot red and stinging –he was made to stand in from of us-each in turn to be inspected. He looked humiliated, flushed and very subservient.I sent him back to the laundry room still wearing only my used panties. I told him to continue with his work-naked-only wearing my used panties, and at lunch time I would come and get him and show him what we do to naughty boys at lunchtime when all my girlfriends come around!.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Bir cevap yazın

E-posta hesabınız yayımlanmayacak. Gerekli alanlar * ile işaretlenmişlerdir