Lingerie Shopping (A Fantasy)

Mistress Manuela and I walk into Victoria Secret. Mistress is wearing an elegant black business suit and I am wearing casual sports wear -- khaki pants, a blue shirt and a jacket. It is a Saturday afternoon and the store is full with people shopping, mostly women and few couples. The walls and shelves of the large room are covered with frilly delectable things of all colors and styles -- jade green teddies, pink corsets, bright red camisoles, black silk panties, garters, stockings of all types. It is a paradise for my eyes and just being there with my Mistress gives me a bulge in my pants.

I say, "Mistress, I will buy you what ever you like. How would you some beautiful European lingerie by Azzuma? Or how about the Nikita or Francoise collections by Agent Provocateur?

Mistress whispers to me. "We can shop for those thing later, my pet. I have different plans for today." Mistress walks up to the nearest shop employee -- a tall, innocent-looking blond young woman who seems about 20 -- and asks for her name.

She says "I'm Julie, How I can help you today?"

Mistress says "I am looking for some things for my friend here" and points at me.

Julie says, "We don't have much. We might have a few men's briefs and boxer shorts in the back of the store."

Mistress says, "That is not what I had in mind." And then loudly, so that everyone in the store turns and stares, Mistress says "What size panties do you think he wears?"

Julie looks confused at first, but then she looks into Mistress's eyes and knows that she is not joking. Julie pulls out a pair of cherry red bikini briefs off the nearest shelf and holds them up to my crotch to judge the size. Julie speaks to Mistress in a low, slightly embarased voice and says, "I think a small. Is there much down there . . . we need to be concerned with?" as she points to the bulge in my pants.

Mistress smiles and answers loudly, "No, don't worry about that. He has a very small cock; it shouldn't get in the way." Everyone in the store is pretending not to listen, but I can tell they are all watching with amusement and are barely able to keep from laughing.

Mistress tells Julie to put together a large collection of panties and other lingerie for me. Mistress tells me that she is not sure whether they will fit and that I should go to the back of the store to try them on. Julie comes back to the dressing room to assist me with the sizing. I can see the excitement on her pink cheeks as she tells me that it is store policy that an attendant always be present in the dressing room to prevent theft. So, I take off my pants and then my boxer shorts as she watches and I try on pair after pair of panties -- pink cotton briefs, black silk thongs, g-strings, low-rise panties, red lacy panties. Occasionally, Julie adjusts the panties on my ass or front and tells me how pretty they make me look. I can tell she is enjoying my ridicule almost as much as Mistress.

Finally, I have tried on all the panties and I am ready to go. Julie has already rung up a $400 bill for the lingerie. I look for my boxer shorts and I can't find them. Julie smiles and says that my Mistress took my underwear away when I was trying on the lingerie. I leave the pink satin panties I am wearing on and pull on my pants.

I go out to see Mistress and she has just taken scissors, cut my boxers into four pieces and thrown them into to the trash. She laughs and says, "I hoped you picked out some comfortable panties today. Those rags in the trash were your last pair of men's underwear. Early this morning while you were sleeping I threw out all your other boxers and briefs. From now on, underneath your suit each day at work will be a frilly feminine pink secret."

Julie hands me the large shopping bag of lingerie to carry home -- it is a clear plastic bag so everyone can see what I am carrying. She smiles and says, "It was a pleasure helping you today and I am sure I will see you again many times in the future."

As we walk down the street away from the store, Mistress says, "Also remember, my slave, that these panties will serve almost as a chastity belt -- to insure your fidelity -- because how could you ever take off your pants for another woman knowing that you would have to show her the panties you are wearing?" Mistress just laughs and then calls her real boyfriend on her cell phone to arrange their date for that night.

Weekly Fantasies

Goddess Manuela said that she enjoyed my first fantasy The Secretary with All the Keys that I sent her a few days ago and that it gave her good insight into my submissive personality. She decided that I should write one such fantasy every week for her enjoyment and analysis.

Goddess ordered me to deliver the fantasies to her by Monday morning so that she can have something to brighten up her Mondays. I send my second weekly fantasy – Lingerie Shopping – that same night.

A Valentine's Day Gift

At the conclusion of our time together last night, Goddess Manuela explained that she would like to take a short ski vacation in Austria or Switzerland with her fiancé around Valentine’s Day and the weekend before.

Goddess had discussed the matter with her lover and they had decided that I could be permitted to watch one of their lovemaking sessions on this vacation via webcam provided that (1) I would purchase a laptop computer for Goddess Manuela that she could travel with and connect to her video camera and (2) that I would pay for all expenses of the trip including airplane tickets, hotel room & lift tickets. I readily agreed, being very happy to please Goddess Manuela in this fashion.

Before work this morning, I sent Goddess $1,500 by Western Union – $1,000 for the laptop and $500 as an initial advance on the travel expenses for the ski trip.

A Workplace Incentive Scheme

After Matt left, Goddess Manuela played with me a bit longer.

I knew that I would have a very busy week at work, because I needed to accomplish two major projects. Goddess decided on a system of rewards and punishment depending to motivate me at work this week. Depending on how well I accomplished my projects at work, I would receive a score from (1) to (4) when we met on Friday, with (1) being the best. Here are the rewards & punishments we decided upon:

(1) Best. I will receive the amazing pleasure of viewing the Goddess in her lingerie – to date, I have only seen her completely clothed, normally in sexy business attire. I will be permitted to masturbate while watching her and also have the privilege of speaking with her on the phone for 10 minutes.

(2) Good. Goddess Manuela will direct me in a session of pleasurable ass fucking, using a dildo or another household object like a small flashlight. I will be permitted to jack off at the conclusion of the session.

(3) Poor. Goddess Manuela will watch as I urinate into a clear glass and then drink every drop of my warm, yellow pee. I will also send her $200 as a further penalty.

(4) Worst. Goddess Manuela will watch with disgust as I defecate into a bowl and then spread my shit all over my face. I will need to taste at least a small portion of my own feces. I will also send Mistress Emma $500 as a punishment and as compensation for making her watch something so filthy.

I Suck Cock for Goddess Manuela

I woke up very late this morning and it wasn’t until 2 pm that I realized that the sign I created last night for Goddess Manuela saying "I'm my Mistress's slut girl and I love sucking cock for her" was still up in my window and very visible to all in the bright sunny daylight.

I took down the sign to avoid further embarrassment but I knew as I did it that it would become literally true in just six hours. As a penalty for last night's embarrassing premature ejaculation in my panties, Goddess had ordered me to find a male prostitute and to be ready promptly at 8:00 pm to suck his dick.

I spent the afternoon looking for cock. I searched on Craig’s List and found Matt, an Asian oral top who was looking to have his cock worshipped by a generous guy. I e-mailed him and explained my unusual situation with Goddess Manuela and after some initial skepticism he agreed to be sucked while Goddess watched via webcam as long as he did not have to show his face.

Matt arrived promptly at 8 pm. He was a bit older and not as hot as I was hoping (those Craig’s List photos sometimes be a bit deceiving I guess), but he was very nice guy. I gave him a Corona and told him to relax as I entered the Goddess’s room.

Matt said that Goddess Manuela was very hot and his evident interest in her beautiful body made me wonder whether he was strictly a "gay-for-pay" escort and not really homosexual. Goddess told me to strip and get busy. I placed a strawberry-flavored condom on Matt’s pretty 7-inch cock and started to lick it all over and then suck around the tip. I kneeled at his feet and found a position where I could worship his cock while looking at Goddess’s divine image in the on-line video. I have a very small mouth and a disease that prevents me from opening my mouth very wide so I could not take Matt’s dick very deep into my mouth with scraping him with my teeth. Matt informed Goddess that I was a disappointment as a cock sucker. However, I eventually got Matt off with a combination of sucking and tonguing the head of his cock vigorously while stroking his shaft with my hand.

I paid Matt $100 for the privilege of sucking his cock, plus a $40 tip.

I am Goddess Manuela's Slut

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The Secretary with All the Keys (A Fantasy)

I work in a big traditional office where most of the executives are men and most of the secretaries are women. I get a new secretary assigned -- Emma. She is a young and beautiful vivacious brunette I have seen her in the building before, but she seems be to transferred frequently from floor to floor. It doesn't take me long to learn that Emma is extremely intelligent and well-educated. I wonder why she is content to be a secretary.

Emma is always impeccably dressed in form-fitting skirts, slight low-cut tops, stockings and heels I can't keep my eyes off her. I try to be professional, but because her desk is immediately in front of my office, I have trouble keeping my eyes off her entirely. She has a sensual way of moving even when she is only filing papers or answering the phone. Occasionally, she catches me staring at the seams in the back of her stockings or watching her skirt as it rides up her legs when she crosses them.

One day, I am giving Emma dictation and she is sitting with her legs crossed, dangling one of her high heels just a few feet from me. She meets my eyes looking at her stockinged feet and shoe. I get distracted and lose my place in the dictation. She says, "If you like my shoes so much, why don't you get down on your knees and kiss them?""Excuse me?," I say."I think you heard me," she says. It only takes me an instant to make my choice and I am down on my knees before her, kissing the bottoms of her Prada slingbacks.

After that, it is only a matter of days before she has asserted control over every aspect of my life at work. She soon requires that I wear pink panties underneath my suit each day at work. Throughout the day, she periodically comes into my office and shuts the door behind her to perform an inspection or require that I worship her feet.

Although I only see Emma at work -- I don't even know where she lives -- I dream of her nightly and tremble for her arrival each morning. Once she has me under her thumb, Emma insists that I increase my productivity at work. She makes me take additional work projects home and rewards me when I finish a project successfully and punishes me when I fail to meet deadlines. Under her supervision, my productivity increases 50% because I am driven with a sexual urge to please her and it infuses all my work. One month after Emma has seized control, she brings some documents into my office for me to sign. She tells me that as a secretary she only makes $25,000 a year and that as an executive I make $200,000. She says, "We both know that based on our worth to the company, those figures should be reversed." I tell her that I will arrange to give her a raise.

She says that she has an easier way. She presents me with documents establishing a direct deposit of my paycheck into her account so that I am left only with a remainder of $25,000 per year and she gets everything above that, including my stock options and equity in the company. I sign it willingly because I know that she deserves it. Several months later, it is time for her periodic employee review. I give her the top marks in all categories -- which she would merit for her top-notch work, even if I were not her slave. She takes the time to review me. She says that I have potential but that I sometimes get distracted by my sexual urges. She pulls out a shiny plastic chastity tube out of her briefcase and tells me to put it on. She watches with idle curiosity as I obey. Then she locks the tube with a small brass padlock and keeps the key. "Now, I think you will have the discipline to devote yourself to your work. After every major project you finish you will receive relief. The more work you do, the more frequently you be able to come."

A few days later, Emma tells me she is transferring herself to work for an executive on another floor. She smiles and says "Don't worry, I'll stop by frequently to supervise." She points to my crotch where the chastity tube hangs underneath my pants and says, "Anyway, that should do most of my work for me."As she packs up her things to move, I notice the key ring on which she keeps the key to my chastity device. There must be 30 or 40 similar, small brass keys on it.

All of a sudden, it dawns on me. For the last several years, she has worked her way through the business, systematically conquering and dominating almost all the male executives. She must be making millions each year if each one, like me, has been reduced in wages to a secretary. Even as I watch her walk away and I think about the life ahead of me --single-minded devotion to my work, long periods of chastity, all at very low wages -- I have no regrets.