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Panty Shopping
  • Author - Excalibur  
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  • Site Rank - 1089 of 2548
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  • Story Codes - F-m, reluctant, bondage, cross-dressing, humiliation, non-fiction, predicament, spanking, tricked
  • Post Date - 11/30/2012
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Author's Note: Again, another true story from us.

NOTE: This was actually written by me, Cindy, but I decided to write it from his viewpoint. More amusing that way, if you know what I mean. I'll also note this scenario DID require a little bit of setup - but it was quick and easy. The store manager, Katie, is a friend of a friend, and I got it all put together with a simple phone call.

My little imp Cindy. We 'dare' each other to do different things - sometimes from slips of paper in a jar, and sometimes just on the spur of the moment. She may just lean over and whisper in my ear, "dare me!" - and every once in awhile she will dare me on the spur of the moment. Two days ago on Saturday was one of those times.

To explain, we have started to play "Truth or Dare" - well, the Dare part anyway. We each have a jar, his and hers if you will, that started out with 30 slips of paper per jar, each with a different dare on it. I put 15 in her jar with dares for her to do and 15 in my own with dares for me to do, and she put 15 in my jar with dares for me and 15 in hers with dares for her. We alternate jars - every other Saturday night (or whenever the mood strikes us) one of us picks out a slip and we do the dare listed on the slip. I chose the first Saturday from my jar, 2 weeks later she chose one from her jar, etc. Since Cindy is a lot more prone to being the sub (although she is starting to get into being in control - I just am not sure if me being submissive to her is because she likes it, or because she knows how much it pleases me. I don't think she knows yet, either) she has started 'volunteering' for extra duty by flat out asking me to go get her jar so she can pick something, or when we're out and about she'll just look at me with that impish little grin and whisper in my ear, "DARE me!" She has also handed me my jar on the spur of the moment and demanded I strip for her and then say, "I dare you!" and I pick a slip of paper out of my jar.

We had gone to the mall to pick up a few things we needed, and decided just to stroll around and window shop for awhile. She liked one particular suit for me in a window, and I commented on a couple of dresses and some shoes we saw. Cindy was carrying her big purse - which she rarely uses but I really didn't give it a second thought. Until later. The little imp had planned on doing this before we even left the house!

As we walked by a women's lingerie store (one of the major chains - I won't mention the name as I don't want the manager to get into hot water should the district manager or someone in their corporate office see this) she said, "Let's go in!"

She seemed to be particularly interested in 2 things - sexy little panties and thigh high stockings. As we were looking them over, a sales girl came over and asked if we needed any help.

"Yes, we do. I need you to help pick put some pretty little panties for him to wear for me. What do you think he would look good in?" Cindy asked with a grin.

The sales gal was a little taken aback, but then smiled a big smile and began picking a few pairs out. "We'll need about a dozen pairs since he will be wearing them every day for me under his clothes".

The sales girl smiled again and she and Cindy were bantering back and forth, picking out the skimpiest, most see through thongs they had - all of course with me in mind. I was totally left out of the conversation.

When they had finished making their selections, they moved over to the rack of stay-up thigh high stockings and picked out 3 pairs - again with Cindy letting her know that they were for me to wear.

When we finally got to the register, she whispered to me "I dare you!" Cindy then asked the sales girl, "We'll pay for these of course, but is there somewhere here where I can have him try them on for us?"

"For US?" the sales girl asked with a giggle.

"Of course for us, silly - own up to it already, girl! You'd love to see him model them too, right?"

"That would be VERY amusing, but sorry to say we don't have a dressing room in this store."

Cindy was right on top of it, "Well then, how about the stock room back there? I don't guess anyone can see in there from the store."

"But won't he be, um, a little embarrassed?" she asked with a giggle.

"Embarrassed? Oh no. He'll be completely humiliated! But that's part of our fun now, isn't it!"

Let me back up a moment here and tell you that on Thursday, two days before, I had lost a little bet to Cindy and to 'pay off' the bet I had to let her shave me completely from my waist to my toes - every thing, and paint my toenails bright red. On top of that, I have a chrome ring that goes around my cock and balls, which Cindy 'innocently' asked me to wear for her today. The prospect of being seen all shaved could be humiliating enough, but adding 'pretty little panties' and thigh high stockings would more than double my embarrassment! Humiliation beyond belief!

To my surprise, Cindy grabbed me by one hand and the sales girl (who I later found out was the manager, Katie) grabbed me by the other and they 'escorted' me back into the stock room.

I would soon find out why Cindy had brought her big purse. She told me to strip naked and handed me a pair of bright red panties to try on first, plus a pair of red fishnet stockings. The two of them were quite amused at my getting out of my clothes and putting the items on, talking quietly between themselves, whispering in each other's ears, and giggling frequently. OK - make that almost continuously!

When I was finished, Cindy pulled my leather hood out of her monster purse and put it on me, but not before she reached under her short little skirt, pulled off her panties (she had planned this, too - she almost never wears panties) which were dripping wet with her juices in anticipation, and stuffed them in my mouth, then pulled out our digital camera and began taking

pictures. And I do mean LOTS of pictures!

I was made to try on each and every pair of the pretty little panties the 2 of them had picked out for me, plus the stockings. The last pair I had to model for them was actually the very first pair Katie had picked out - red with black trim, and rather than just elastic on the sides they tied on at the sides. Cindy suggested that Katie 'do the honors' and tie them on for me.

Finally (and mercifully I thought we were done - not hardly!) Cindy ordered me to put the red fishnet stockings back on. She then pulled a pair of ridiculously tall, open toed high heeled black patent leather shoes out of her bag and ordered me to put them on, buckle the straps around my ankles, then 'prance around' for them as the two of them giggled and laughed. And took pictures.

Before I knew what was happening, Cindy had produced a pair of handcuffs out of her bag and handcuffed my hands, over my head, and around a sturdy clothes rod hanging by chains from a beam in the ceiling - I wasn't going anywhere. Then she took out a couple of short pieces of rope and tied my legs wide open to some shelving units - and trust me, I do mean WIDE open! I was naked save bright red almost transparent panties, red fishnet stockings, and high heels!

Cindy then scooped up all of my clothes and stuffed them into her bag, telling Katie, "I've got some more shopping to do - I'll be back in awhile!" then handed her our digital camera and told her she could take "all the pictures you want - and I'll need your email address so I can send them to you".

"And can I, um, touch anything or is this strictly a hands off kind of thing?" Katie said with a giggle.

Cindy laughed, "If you can see it you can touch it. Any way you want to!"

"ANY way"? Katie giggled.

"Well, almost" Cindy said with a laugh. "The only thing you can't do is make him cum. You can get him close, over and over again if you would like, but no money shot!" Katie giggled almost uncontrollably.

When she finally stopped giggling, Katie asked, "and what if he resists?"

"Easy" Cindy said with a big smile. "He's gagged so he can't complain. And with the hood on, he can't spit out my juicy panties now, can he? And if he doesn't cooperate completely with whatever you tell him to do, spank him!" Katie again giggled as Cindy invited her around behind me and told her, "Here, like this" Cindy said as she smacked each of my ass cheeks with her hand. "See? Two nice, bright red hand prints on his ass!"

Cindy and Katie giggled when Katie ran her hands over my ass and laughingly remarked that now my ass matched my red panties and red stockings.

"I have a couple of girlfriends who will NEVER believe this!" Katie said with a giggle.

"Well," Cindy said dryly, "why don't you just call them and tell them to come down and see for themselves? Oh, and tell them to bring their cameras!" Cindy and Katie laughed.

"I'll call them now" Katie giggled as Cindy walked out of the store. With all of my clothes! I was trapped and I knew it. So did Cindy and Katie!

I heard Katie on the phone to several of her friends, but as she was around the corner in the store I couldn't make out what she was saying. She poked her head around the corner and told me "You'll have plenty of company in a little bit. Don't go anywhere, OK?" She giggled some more and took a few more pictures.

Katie, of course, had to keep checking the sales floor for customers, but when no one was in the store she was back with me, touching me here and there, and once even slid her hand into my panties. "I've never seen a ring like this" she told me as she ran her fingers lightly over it. "I like it!"

Within about 15 minutes or so, I heard Katie greet 3 of her friends, and she promptly ushered them into the stock room.

They immediately burst into gasps, laughter, and giggles - all the while walking all around me and pointing and giggling some more. Then out came the cameras and they were laughing and pointing and taking a flurry of pictures from every single angle, including each other in many of the pictures.

Katie told the still giggling girls "Here's something worth pictures" as she motioned for them to come around behind me. "Start shooting!" she said as she began smacking my ass with her hand. And I've got to tell you, she hit HARD! Cameras were clicking fast and furious, and soon the girls began taking turns smacking my ass as the others took pictures.

One of the girls walked around beside me as the others came back out in front of me, and said, "Gee - I wonder what this is for!" as she untied my pretty little panties at the side, then reached around and untied the other side, giggling as my panties fluttered to the floor. "OOPS!" she said with a laugh. This of course left me fully exposed, my cock hard as a rock and pointing at the ceiling. The girls were all laughing and pointing and, of course, taking lots more pictures. I'm not sure which was more humiliating - being in panties or being naked.

The dark haired girl wasted little time as she began stroking my cock and massaging my aching balls. "Nice ring!" one of the other girls said. "I've heard of those but never actually seen one!"

Katie told the girls, "We can all touch him, but his wife left strict orders that he's not allowed to cum."

"Awww, poor girlie" said the girl stroking my cock. "Not allowed to cum What a shame!" She started stroking me faster.

I was getting ready to explode, and she sensed that and stopped, but then smacked my ass a few more times as the rest of the girls, once I had calmed down a little, began toying with my cock and balls, literally molesting their captive "girlie boy" as one of them called me with a giggle. More pictures all around of each other as they played with me, even kissing my cock and as one girl dared another, "Go ahead - lick a prick!"

About that time Cindy walked back in and just stood in the doorway with a big smile on her face. "Well now, looks like you ladies have been having a good time!"

Katie piped in, "Oh yeah! We've been amusing ourselves with girlie boy here while you were shopping for the last hour or so."

"Girlie boy? I kinda like that!" Cindy said with a laugh. I only bought 2 more things she said as she dug around in her purse.

"First, untie his legs while I re-adjust his handcuffs" she said as she opened the cuffs and re-handcuffed my hands behind my back. Then she pulled out a small permanent magic marker, and invited each of the girls to autograph my ass as a little memento.

"All but you, Katie - I want you ro autograph his prick!" Cindy said.

One of the other girls giggled and said, "Ooh - a Bic on a prick!" The girls all giggled.

"What shall I write" the first girl asked. "Just your first name, you know, an autograph! And anything crude you would care to add, too!"

The 3 girls all wrote their first names and other things on my ass as more pictures were taken, and then Katie grabbed just the tip of my cock and wrote "KATIE" in bold letters down my cock, giggling all the while and murmuring "Bic on a prick!"

When they were done, Cindy asked Katie to give her the marker, and Cindy knelt down in front of me and wrote "GIRLIE BOY" in bold 4 inch high letters across my belly just above my cock and balls, then told Katie that she had parked the car just outside their receiving door, pulled the other thing she had bought out of her purse, a thin leash, clipped it to my ring, and pulled me toward the receiving door.

"Ummm, aren't you going to have him put his clothes back on?" Katie asked as she was putting all my panties and stockings into a bag.

"Oh hell no!" Cindy giggled. "It's dark outside now and a beautiful, moonless night. I'll take him home just like this and make him satisfy me for a couple of hours before I let him cum."

The girls all laughed.

But of course, since it's dark and nice outside, I just may pull into that big park a couple of miles up the road and take girlie boy here for a little stroll on his leash!"

With that she got everyone's email addresses for sending and receiving pictures, gave them hers, bid everyone goodbye, grabbed the bag, and pulled me out the door to the car. Mercifully, we went home... but she didn't let me take off the stockings and heels until after she FINALLY let me cum - around midnight, after cumming about 20 times herself and keeping me oh so close for hours. I was ready to scream!

Just a side note here: The autographs lasted for a little over a week!

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"Non-fiction my ass. This did not happen."
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Non-fiction my ass. This did not happen.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012  

Very fun and well executed. Length seemed perfect for this. Cheers!

Thursday, December 06, 2012  

A great story! What a nasty little Girlie Boy you've got there!

Saturday, December 01, 2012  

cool but not much femdom, sexey stuff.

Saturday, December 01, 2012  

What a great story, I would love to have something like this happen to me :)

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