0 comments/ 14915 views/ 3 favorites I Call Her L. Ch. 01 By: addictedtonylon This story was edited by LSEiland and is a tribute to all the Literotica editors, to whom I give thanks. She gave her permission, I assure you. What else can I say, read it and find out why. Please leave a comment, they provide a stimulus to continue writing +++++++++++++++++ I call her L. Please, let me explain. L is the editor for my Literotica stories. She adds the necessary corrections, punctuation, and contextual sparkle to my stories before publication. She has a screen name, but I refer to her only as "L." I am addictedtonylon, or addicted, as she addresses me. L remains anonymous and mysterious. She shows an enthusiasm about the stories I send her, which encourages me to write more. I don't know her occupation, where she lives, or why she edits erotic stories. Strange, considering she knows my most intimate thoughts. I have written six stories for Literotica (L has edited the last 3), but now I have developed writer's block. No erotica in this brain. I struggled for two weeks and could not come up with any new ideas for a story. I wrote L an email: ++++++++ Dear L, I'm stuck; I can't think of any story plots that I think would produce a quality piece of erotica. Addicted +++++++++++ She responded to my email a few days later. ++++++++++ Dear Addicted, Too bad, so sad. But, I have a solution. You need to get out to live sex and fantasy, away from your computer keyboard. If you agree to my plan, expect to be first seduced, second humiliated, and thirdly degraded by the adventures I will plan for you. Only when I have eradicated those subconscious inhibitions can lusciously lurid thoughts return to your writing. L +++++++++++++++++++++ I responded, puzzled, a little bit fearful, and mostly aroused with what could be in store for me. I didn't really know L personally, never spoke with her, nor met her, but I have grown to value her judgment. We understand each other. ++++++++++++++++++++++ Dear L, Sounds like a plan. Let's do it. -Addicted ++++++++++++++++ On Tuesday of the following week, at 1 p.m., I received my explicitly detailed instructions for the first adventure, seduction. I went to the website of a local escort service and selected my date for an elegant dinner at a local restaurant. She was a beautiful 26-year-old college graduate, brunette. I proceeded, as instructed, to the only lingerie boutique in my local town. As I entered, there were nightgowns, teddies, corsets, and bikinis displayed along the walls. Several young ladies had gathered in the store. They glared at me as if I had entered their exclusive female domain. At the sales desk was a middle age woman, nicely tanned and professionally dressed in a white sleeveless blouse and pleated skirt. I pretended to look at the nightgowns, hoping to appear as if I was buying a birthday gift. The other shoppers finally left, prompting me to approach the counter. "Hello, I'm Cynthia. How can I help you?" "Cynthia, I'm looking for a garter belt and matching bra and panties." I was surprised at the forwardness of my approach, but Cynthia made me feel very relaxed. "We have some wonderful ensembles I can show you. I have the three items matching or also some sexy one-piece corsets with garters. Do you know her size?" I had written her measurements on a piece of paper, as they were detailed on the web site. "Yes, I have her sizes. Her bust is 36+, waist is 25 inches, height is 5' 6 ". She is size 6." I rattled these off, not letting on that I had never met her. She showed me several sets with designer labels, some with lace, some satiny, others mesh and sheer. They came in a variety of colors and fabrics, all provocative. I found one particularly enticing ensemble. The fabric was a striking shade of navy blue, gathered around the torso with red flowered trim, matching red bra straps and garters. It was sexy but still elegant, not garish or tasteless. "This will be perfect," I said, pointing to it on the counter. She arranged the item as it would look on my escort. I gave a nod of approval. She wrapped the items in tissue paper and placed them into a box. I was getting comfortable in the store. This is where I should work, I thought as I strolled around, looking at the lingerie and shoes. "And I need a pair of very sheer stockings to go with this." I recalled. She pointed to the wall, where there were mannequin legs modeling the various stockings, allowing me to study the look and feel. I took my time, feeling the sheerness and smoothness of the stockings on the legs. I pointed one of the modeled legs out to Cynthia. I had selected a pair of 10 denier grey stockings, with a slight luster to them. Cynthia said, "Those are perfect, she will love the sexy sheerness." She pulled over a ladder, took off her shoes and climbed to the top step, stretching her arms and rising on her tiptoes to reach a plastic box above the cabinets. As she did, her skirt rose up, revealing the tops of her stockings, garters attached. There was no welt at the top of the stocking, always a very erotic look that I had only seen in photos. I could not help but stare at the sight before me. Unaware, perhaps, of my leering gaze, she looked down at me and said, "This is the last pair I have." She saw I was mesmerized by her display of the stockings and garters on her legs. "Do you like what you see?" she asked as she climbed down the ladder. She then started to opine. "So many young single women come into the store to buy a special pair of panties and bras. They say they make them feel sexy. I tell them that it is fine, but to really attract men, they should try wearing stockings to work or on a date. Garter belts and stockings are so erotic; I wish women would appreciate how readily men are aroused by them." She walked back to the sales counter, and continued, "You may think you are alone in coming in here, but many men purchase these items, and return again and again. Just like you, they are not embarrassed in the least." She added, "I think men who buy erotic lingerie are very sexy. I know the items in my store lead to ecstatic sex and that is why I am here." While I wish I could have stayed there all day, I said, "Could you make sure these are delivered promptly today to Darcy at Fantastic Fantasies? She needs them for our date this evening." Cynthia replied, "Certainly, I will have our courier do it immediately." I paid the bill, keeping the receipt for evidence in case L didn't believe I was following her instructions. By 7:30 p.m., I was sitting at the bar at Luigi's, a four-star Italian restaurant with wonderful romantic ambience. I saw her at the front entrance. She was of thin frame, wearing an off green blouse and matching pencil skirt, her hem resting four inches above the knee. She wore the striking grey stockings I had sent her, so I assumed she was wearing the entire ensemble. Her tall frame, thin calves and narrow ankles gave her a vulnerable appearance, teetering unsteadily on the 3 1/2" high heels she was wearing. She was beautiful, and everyone in the restaurant turned their heads as she spoke to the maître d'. He pointed in my direction, and I smiled at her. She walked to the bar and climbed up on one of the barstools next to me. As her skirt rode up, I could see the reinforced welt of the stocking and a slight but clearly discernible indentation of the garter underneath her skirt. We shared some drinks, and then sat at a small table, opposite each other, for dinner. I ordered a steak, she ordered lobster. We talked about her education, discussed art, politics, and a little about sex and her life as an escort. As she ate her lobster, visions of the lobster eating scene in Flashdance came to my mind, as she did a perfect reprise. Luigi's food was fantastic, and Darcy was relaxing with the food and drink "Do you want dessert?" I asked her. She nodded and said, "Lets share, I need to keep my figure." We ordered a luscious chocolate mousse, followed with an after dinner drink of D'Alessandro liqueur. "Can I take a picture of you?" I asked. She acquiesced as she posed, sideways, her legs delightfully outstretched, skirt riding high, garters exposed. The end of the evening came too early. She said to me, "Thank you for the beautiful ensemble and stockings. I hadn't worn stockings in years and they make me feel so sexy." She added, "I heard you are addicted to nylon." She then whispered to me, "Unzip your pants." I did as I was told, and had worn low rise briefs, so as my erection grew, my shaft and head protruded above the elastic waistband. I readjusted the tablecloth to cover my dickhead. Under the table, she removed her heels. Her feet rose and made contact with my rigid cock. She proceeded to massage it deftly between her stocking-clad feet. I felt like I couldn't breathe, suspended by the touch of the cool, sheer material on the hot head of my cock. It was incredibly stimulating. Within a matter of minutes, I jerked my upper body, as an orgasm and ejaculation proceeded, barely concealed to patrons in the restaurant. Darcy could tell just by looking at me that it had happened. She then used her feet to clean up the still warm spewed liquid over my lower abdomen. After I recovered, I could see she was surreptitiously reaching under her dress. Yes, she was unclasping the garters, and then bent slowly over to remove her stockings. Her motions were mostly hidden by the overlying tablecloth. She took both of the stockings, wadded them into a small wet, sticky package, and handed them to me. "L said you'd want to keep these." She got up, thanked me for a wonderful dinner and conversation, then went to the maître d' who flagged a cab waiting at the front entrance. The next day, I sent the picture to L for proof of completing the encounter. During the next 24 hours, I thought of possible stories. Yesterday's encounters should have initiated some story plot. How about Cynthia, the MILF store girl showing me lingerie, or Darcy giving me a foot job under the table? Neither were really kinky enough to garner more than a 2 or 3 * on Literotica. A week later, I wrote L ++++++++++++++++ Dear L, I completed the seduction adventure, but so far, my mind is still blocked. What do you suggest next? I am getting desperate for a new idea. Addicted +++++++++++++++ I received a return email soon thereafter +++++++++++++++++++ Dear Addicted, That must have been too reserved an escapade; you will have to proceed to the next level. The theme of the next adventure is humiliation. L ++++++++++++++++++ New instructions arrived two days later. I read it and realized this encounter would be much more challenging and embarrassing if things did not go according to plan. She insisted I start immediately. I went to a local TJ Maxx. This part could be awkward, but I thought I could do it with minimal public exposure. I went to the rack of panties in the lingerie department and soon found a pair of pink panties that were large enough to fit me. Perfect, I thought. Now, off to the changing room. There was an attendant at the door and I knew she would make note of the number of items I was going to try on. I grabbed a pair of men's trousers on the way, and clandestinely stuck the pair of panties in a pocket, unlikely to be detected, I thought. "Do you have only one item you want to try on?" I nodded my head and entered the changing room, she handed me a plastic card with a large "1" on it. As L had instructed, I completely undressed. I then put the panties on and since they were a female large size, they had to be stretched to the maximum to fit. My penis became rigid underneath the slick nylon material. Then, using my cell phone, I took pictures, as I had been instructed, to prove to L that I had followed instructions precisely. The curtain to the dressing room barely fit across the doorway, but regardless, I gave my tool a few strokes, causing a small drop of cum to stain the front of the panties. I took off them off and got dressed. L had informed me I needed to purchase the same panties for later that day. I had to get out of the dressing room first. I stuffed the panties in the pants pocket figuring the attendant would never check the pockets when I left the dressing room. I walked past her. "Sir, if you are not going to buy those pants, I need to keep them here." I wasn't sure what to do. If I left the pants there, I wouldn't have the panties to purchase. If I took the pants, I would have to buy them. "I think I'm going to buy these." I said, as I walked to the check-out, which appeared relatively short in length. While standing in line, just before they called me, I took the pair of panties out of the pocket, but kept them hidden from view underneath the pair of pants. I walked up to the cashier, hoping no one else would see me. I put the pants on the counter. "Is this the only item you have?" she asked. "No, I have one other item." With that, she first rang up the trousers and bagged them. Then, she held up the panties, glancing at me with a smirk. "These are really pretty," she said. "Are they for your wife?" I heard her feigned innocence, more likely thinking I was a pervert who wore women's panties all the time. She saw a small stain on the material. I knew it was the drop of cum from when I tried them on, now dried on the thin nylon material. "These seem to have a spot on them, do you still want these?" she asked. I was thinking, just put them in the bag please. "If I call the manager, she will give you a discount," the cashier said. Before I knew what she was doing, she called out to the end of the cashier aisle, "Ms. Joseph, can you come here? I have a gentleman that wants to buy these panties and they have a spot on them." I was mortified, as the other shoppers were clearly enjoying my ignominy. I overheard heard the sibilant whispers and mocking laughs. Ms. Joseph, who was in her late 20s, wore the latest fashionable pants on her slim physique with a translucent blouse and matching bra underneath. My cashier showed her the panties by holding them outstretched, and by this time everyone in line new what I was purchasing. "I can't understand how the spot got here. How about if I discount at 50%?" she offered, as she scratched at the spot to see if it would be easily removed. I quickly shook my head yes, paid in cash, collected the receipt, and left the store. The receipt showed the pants, as well as the panties. Would L know of the subterfuge? Later that afternoon, I dressed for the evening in a pair of khaki pants, turtleneck sweater, and wore the nylon panties. I arrived at the local strip club "Erotic Encounters". I took a seat and ordered a drink. There were three women on stage at various stages of undress, dancing to the music. The colored lights were flashing on the performers, but the club was otherwise dark. I was looking for an especially alluring waitress to complete the adventure. I spotted her and raised my finger to motion for a drink. She was wearing very glossy tan pantyhose, a short pair of slick silver lurex shorts and matching halter top stretched tautly and barely containing her ample breasts. She was about 6', even taller from the high heels she wore. She looked athletic, with firm buttocks, legs and thighs, glistening with reflected light on the shiny stretched nylon cladding her legs. "Do you want a drink, sir?" she asked. "Scotch, please," I responded. When she returned with the drink, I said to her, "Do you give lap dances?" "Of course I do. It's $20 for a lap dance." "I have a different proposition," I told her. "If you can give me a lap dance to orgasm, I will give you $100." I showed her the 5 $20 bills. "Let me put down my serving tray and I will be right back." She then returned, and led me to a small room off to one side. The music was still loud, but the small room had its own set of dimmed lights, a modicum of privacy from the bar area. First, she straddled and faced me as I sat in the chair. She pulled down on the halter top to reveal her beautiful breasts as she pulled my face between then. She reached down, feeling for my hard penis, and opened my pants zipper. Only the pink nylon panties kept my cock out of site. "Oh, you're kinky, you sissy boy," she said. She then turned around and sat on my cock, starting to gyrate to the music. With an up-and-down then in a circular motion, my rigid cock, still contained within the smooth panties, was in intimate contact with her buttocks. It only took a few minutes for me to have an orgasm, a generous load of cum entirely contained within the panties. She leaned over to whisper in my ear "L knows you hid those panties in the trouser, she is not happy with you." Not sure of the consequences, I chose to ignore it and chimed, "I just need one more thing. I need to take a picture of you and me holding the $100," I asked her. She called to one of her waitress friends. I handed her my cell phone. I was still sitting in the chair, she was standing behind me. She lifted one of her legs over my shoulder, placed her leg between my legs, and then lowered her stiletto heel right on my now flaccid cock, applying just enough force to make it uncomfortable. There was a very obvious large damp area underneath her heel. She looked at me and said, "L told me you like stiletto heels," as I looked at the heel compressing my cock head. Her nylon clad thigh was rubbing against my cheek and I could smell the sex aroma from her damp nylons. Her friend took photos of the encounter. The pressure from the stiletto on my cockhead increased to the point of being intolerable, smashing it flat like putty in the soupy mixture of cum. "L says don't disobey her again," were her words of stern advice to me. I returned home, and sent the pictures to L to document the completion of the adventure. After a few days, I wrote L, hoping her recollection of my missteps previously had faded. +++++++++++++++++++ Dear L I was really embarrassed in the store, but the remainder of evening made up for my humiliation. There are so many stories about men in women's panties, or in a strip joint. I don't think I have any new story angle on this. Addicted ++++++++++++++++++++ She replied +++++++++++++++++++++ Dear Addicted Degradation is my last resort in curing your creative lapse. L ++++++++++++++++++++++ She wrote me a few days later with instructions. L told me to go to the local adult store. I looked around at the items in the store as I had never been there before. At the desk was a thirty-something female, sitting on a stool in front of a glass display case. I looked around the store but did not see the item I was told to purchase. I walked up to the counter. She was heavily tattooed over her arms and shoulders and was wearing only a loose leather vest; her bare midriff contained a pair of elaborate tattoos. I stood in front of her, and after a few minutes, she finally put down the book she was reading. She looked at me insouciantly. "Do you need some help?" she said. I was not sure I could say it, but finally said, "I want to buy a butt plug." This did not faze her in the least, as if this happened every day. She reached in the glass case and pulled out several types of plugs, all of different sizes and lengths. "Are you a novice, or experienced?" she asked me. "I..I..I..I... really don't know. I have never done this before." I stuttered, staring at the girth of some of them, hard to imagine my rectum could accept any of them. I Call Her L. Ch. 01 She asked me, "You're not looking for a strap-on are you? I can show you the one I use on my biker guy."" "No," I answered. "One of these will be suitable." She then pointed to one that was about five inches long, the width of a carrot. I looked like a rigid penis, with a bulge on the end, designed to avoid it being inserted too far. "Even a novice can tolerate this one, but don't try it without adequate lubricant." She pulled out a bottle of lubricant, and said, "This is our best. You won't even know you have been violated." I purchased the items. "You know, these are not returnable," she said to me with a smile. That evening, I went, as I had been instructed, to a brownstone row house and knocked on the door. I was met by a very large male in a tuxedo. He said to me,"I'm Marvin, do you have an appointment tonight with Miss Rachel?" I answered, "Yes, I think it has been arranged." "I need to get you prepared for your appointment. You're new, did you bring the plug as instructed?" I showed it to him. He then pointed to a small room to the side of a large wooden door. Get fully undressed and insert the plug. Miss Rachel requires it in place for all subs in her presence. "Did you bring your own lubricant?" "Yes," I assured him. I undressed, inserting the plug with surprisingly little resistance. My anus and rectum were unfamiliar with the unrelenting fullness, a feeling that contributed to aura of my subservience. Marvin attached a thick leather collar to my neck with a leash attached. "Now get on your hands and knees. We are ready to enter her domain." He took the leash, gave a tug, and I entered through the heavy door. "I hear you are my new submissive." Ms. Rachel spoke slowly with a deep and throaty tone. She stood up from her desk. She was tall and was wearing 4" heels secured at her ankle with a small strap. I gazed at her black leather corset, accented with four belts and silver buckles in front, pulled tightly to accentuate her narrow torso. Her breasts were bare, perfectly shaped, needing no support at all to protrude seductively. Her nipples pointed upward. She displayed her breasts casually as if doing so was de rigueur. She was wearing off-black stockings, secured with eight garters, as if she was prepared to meet any reluctance with physical force while keeping her stockings perfectly in place. Her black patent leather ankle boots were shod with shiny steel stiletto heels. Over her pelvis was a large zipper, the tab of the zipper was secured to a metal loop on the corset with a small lock. What do I call you?" She asked. "I'm known as addictedtonylon, but you can call me addicted. That's what L calls me." "Addicted to nylon, sounds like you have a serious fetish. Do you approve of my outfit? Wouldn't you like to nuzzle your head between my thighs?" taunting me as my erection grew firm. I gasped with desire, speechless, unable to answer her questions. She was spectacularly erotic, even with me in a compromising pose on my hands and knees looking up at her. Marvin handed her the leash, and she examined me, pushing on the end of the plug with her stiletto heel to make sure it was securely in my anus. She was standing over me, her crotch in front of my face, with a riding crop in her hand. When I looked up, her legs were spread halfway apart in a defiant, provocative stance, radiating an aura of contumacious dominance. She then pulled on the leash, leading me over to a rack on the wall, shaped like a large X, binds for each extremity in place, awaiting a sub. Beside it were 2 galleries of pictures. In one panel, I could see each was a photo of a client, blindfolded, strapped to the rack. Their rigid cocks were tied, bound, clamped, lashed, tethered, shackled, wrapped, tugged, bent or restrained in a way vocabulary has not yet invented. The other gallery had subs turned toward the rack, asses bared and red from the paddling just administered. "These are my other submissives," she said. "If they can keep it up, they are here, if not, they are there:" pointing with her crop to each gallery as she explained. My erection intensely hardened by a mental image of me bound to the rack, being teased, punished, and abused by the practiced provocateur. "Addicted, I suspect you will be joining them," she added. I reached for my cock. I just wanted to give it a few strokes. Immediately, I felt two stinging slaps of her crop on my ass. "Never touch your thing in my presence. You must learn not to disobey." she barked. I was lead on fours at her feet, assuming a position beneath her desk, staring straight ahead at her legs, boots, and heels while she sat in front of me. The leash was taut, secured to a post fixed to the underside of her chair, so I was in intimate proximity to her thighs, with the pussy zipper directly in front of me. She took a photo on my cellphone and handed it back to me. "I think L wants this," she said as she showed the degrading picture to me. She picked up the phone, and punched in a number and spoke. I could make out only half the conversation "Yes, he's here." "Not too bad, very obedient so far." "Oh yes, he is fit, a little older than usual but he can take it, I suspect. We will have to see. " Who was she talking to, is it L? I thought. "Yes, he saw my St. Andrews cross and the other subs." "I could not tell." Tell what? Tell me, please. The conversation continued while Ms Rachel listened. "Next time," she said. Next time? What have I gotten myself in to? Maybe L wasn't who I thought. There was a knock on the door. "Gotta go," she said to the caller. She stood up, leading me on my hands and knees to the door, opening it just a crack, and Marvin was there. "It was very quiet, I just wanted to check on you, Ms. Rachel." said Marvin, very serious. "We're fine, this is his first session." She told Marvin. As she shut the door, she led me back.The half-hour appointment was coming to a close. She then reached down with her index finger under my chin, raising my head so that my gaze met hers. "L says you can't think of a story. You have a return appointment in one week. If you publish a story, you can pleasure me." As she spoke, she dangled the key to the locked zipper, with a gold keychain on her finger. "If you cannot produce, I will initiate you to my rack." As she sat down at her desk, she looked at me as she untied my leash. "You should now leave." She alerted Marvin with a button under the desk. Marvin came in and took the leash from her. I crawled on all fours out the door. Marvin removed my collar and led me to the changing room. "Just leave the plug in a bag in the closet." As I removed the plug, I opened the closet. It was filled with rows of narrow boxes, each with a client's initials on the end. I drove home and my mind was swirling with story scenarios, erupting after the introductory dominance session with Ms. Rachel. I went into my apartment, turned on my laptop, and posted the picture of me confined under Ms. Rachel's desk as wallpaper on my desktop. On my calendar, I circled the appointment in one week, and knew I had only 3 days to complete a story so it would be submitted and approved before my next appointment. I put a large X on the date I needed to complete the story, then sent a message to L. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Dear L, CURED Addicted ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I opened my word processor, thought for a few minutes, then started to type ----- I c a l l h e r L. I Call Her L. Ch. 02 This is the second chapter of a story about my editor, LSEiland, (who I refer to as L). I am grateful for her editing skills and the many suggestions she gives that enhances the story. While I suggest you read chapter 1 first to familiarize yourself with the characters, you may rather read chapter 2 first and I hope it stimulates you to read the first chapter and the other stories referred to in the text. L edited this story . Finished-and not a moment too early I had written, edited, and corrected my latest story for Literotica named "I call her L." I had to get it published within seven days or else I was due for an unpleasant encounter with the local dom, Ms. Rachel. If I met my deadline, I would be feasting on her delectable pussy. The stakes were high. I did not want to fail. It took me three days to complete the story, but it was perfect. Now, time to submit. Usually, the Literotica webmaster usually requires three days to review, and the story is typically released on the fourth morning. Mh penalty, if not done on time, was to return to Ms. Rachel's brownstone house, for my punishment. My editor, LSEiland, has been creating some rehabilitative encounters behind the scenes from afar, after I developed a severe case of writer's block. I sent an e-mail to L. I attached my most recent story, even though there wouldn't be time for her to edit it, the time constraint looming ever closer. +++++++++ Dear L, I have attached my new story for Literotica. Sorry, no time for you to edit it. I hope you like it and thanks for your "encouragement." Addicted ++++++ Then, the anxiety began. I must have checked the Literotica site five times a day, hoping they might approve it earlier than expected. I even wrote the webmaster describing my predicament and the need for expediency. As the time became closer to the Saturday deadline, I became more nervous. I recalled the photos of Ms. Rachel's submissives on her wall, and I was not sure I wanted their same fate. I would much rather unzip her zipper and taste her sex. While I had always had fantasized about being a sub, the possibility was more imminent and I was not sure I could tolerate her painful abuse. Saturday morning came, the day of the evening appointment with Ms. Rachel. I reviewed the list of the newly published stories that morning. My story was not there. Now I was panicked. I went to my account and looked up the submission. I Call Her L. Ch. 02 She turned to the desk, bent over slightly, showing her magnificent buttocks, cradled in the leather pants, each cheek separated, firmly confined by the shiny taut leather, creating a perfect pair of buttocks. My mouth started to salivate with desire to just take a nibble of the enticing orbs of flesh. She was holding an unadorned leather paddle. Then, she showed me two dice. "You know what these are for, don't you?" I responded, "Yes, they were used in my story "I Need a Spanking" to determine how many spanks the man deserved." She rolled the first dice on the desk. I could not view the face of the die in my compromised position, just as I could not see L's face or upper body. She didn't reveal the number to expect, she just said, "Don't worry. I know you'll love it." She paused, and then said "Isn't this what you always wanted, to be spanked?" She knows all my proclivities from the stories she has edited for me. She then moved out of my sight. Each spank with the paddle was delivered with increasing authority, just enough sting to let me know I was being punished for my failure. The thin nylon panties gave little protection from pain caused by the strike of the leather paddle. I received five of the swats, and with each the burning intensified, but also evoking pleasure as well. I had become unaware of the other women in the room, watching me in this compromised position. She returned in front of me, her legs spread slightly apart, the impression of her pussy lips obvious under the supple shiny leather. . She then picked up the second die, and showed it to me, as she asked, "Are you ready for the second roll?" I was in a dilemma, could I tell her no> After her first five spanks, my bottom was burning. On the other hand, I would never have this fantasy played out again as it was in the moment. The choice was obvious, "Please L, roll the second die, do what you have to do." With that, she placed it on the table without rolling it and said, "Maybe wanting more is what you deserve." I asked in a pleading voice, "L, will I ever get to meet you in person? I don't know anything about you, and you're so mysterious to me." "Oh, you'll see me. I wouldn't miss your shopping trip with Tanya on Tuesday night. You just won't know which of the shoppers I am. I want to see you carry Tanya's lingerie to the cashier, and I am sure Ms. Josephs and Becky will take care of a naughty man like you.." All the ladies departed from the room. The fog cleared and Marvin came in to untie me from my precarious position. "I think I want to watch you on Tuesday afternoon, Addicted. Unfortunately, Ms. Rachel has a client for the afternoon." As I dressed and left, my thoughts now turned to Tuesday. Who was this person L, why am I so infatuated with her, willing to do whatever she has designed for me. And what did she have planned for me next? I Call Her L. Ch. 03 This is the third chapter of the liason between Addictedtonylon and his editor, (L)SEiland. It can be read freestanding, but I recommend it as a continuation of the prior chapters. I hope you enjoy it. Tanya is a prior participant in the erotic adventures. * I'm Tanya, a stripper a local adult club. About a month ago, I was contacted by this woman, L, who wanted to set up a lap dance for this local guy. She said he was a writer, and could not think of anything to write about; something called "writer's block". The lap dance was part of her scheme to prod his creativity and write a new story for some porn lit site called Literotica. She made him wear some pink panties and I had to make him cum in the panties. Easy hundred bucks. We always get a video of the customers we get more intimate with, so they don't run out on us without paying. I have the whole video on my cell phone. Whatever turns you on, I thought initially. But that wasn't the end. Got my college education, but I spend five nights a week stripping for horny guys. This setup was so unique, and L, who planned it, is a really hot woman. I don't know her real name, but I met her last Saturday night. Saturday night, wow, that turned me on big time when she spanked the guy right in front of me and the other women who she had also recruited for Addicted's adventure. He was restrained that night so he still doesn't know what she looks like, other than she has a tight firm ass and perfect legs. Those leather pants were amazing on her body. Too bad L is straight; I'd love to have a night with her. So, she had told him to buy some panties to wear at my strip club. I didn't know it, but he hid the panties when he tried to buy them, and L found out. L told me he would have to return to T.J.Maxx to go shopping again, and she wanted me to embarrass the shit out of him. The cashier and manager at T.J.Maxx is in on this as well. This is perfect. First, taking this guy with me while I buy panties will be fun, I'm up for making this older guy flounder while I lead him around the store. I think I will have him buy all kinds of lingerie for me. Who knows where it will lead, maybe I can make him buy me panties whenever I need them. L is going to be in the store, watching him, disguised I guess, so he will have no idea who she is. We chose 4:30 p.m. on Tuesday, as the store manager, Ms. Josephs, said it would be really crowded with all kinds of pantyhose clad secretaries in short skirts, as this guy loves pantyhose and stockings on women. Got it?-his name is addictedtonylon. L just calls him Addicted. At 4:30, he was standing outside of T.J.Maxx, just as he was instructed. I parked, and walked up to this guy. "Hi, Addicted, you ready for some fun?" I asked him. This guy is a doctor. That's right, a physician, living close by, well-known, respected. However, I have a my video of him ejaculating in the pink panties with my leg over his head, on tape, so this guy has to do exactly what I tell him to do or else I get to share this video with his office staff and patients. "Come on, Addicted, I need some new thongs," I said as I grabbed onto his belt with my finger and pulled him. His reluctance was evident. He is an older guy, not bad looking, tall, and fit, no middle age gut on him. He seems like part father and part sex toy wrapped up in a nice package. Did I mention he loves nylons? Just to tease him, I wore a pair of shiny pantyhose, slightly off-black, a really short skirt and a pair of Lucite "fuck me" high heels. Looking a little slutty was the idea I had in mind. I am already six foot tall, maybe 6'3" with the heels, so my physical appearance was overpowering next to Addicted. He looked me over, focusing on my legs and feet mostly, as he followed me into the store. Did I see a little bulge in his crotch? I think so. "Let's go over here, Addicted." I led us directly to the lingerie department. The rack was packed with panties, and there were four other women shopping off the same rack. I started to pick out panties from the rack, Addicted behind me, checking for the most erotic pair I could find. I found a white micromesh thong with blue trim, and showed them to Addicted. "What do you think of these?" I held them up in front of his face. I was obviously teasing him in his predicament. The other customers stopped to watch this interplay, not yet knowing what to make of this man in their presence. "Very nice" he whispered as I handed them to him, so as not to ignore me but also to try to remain inconspicuous amongst the young females also looking through the panty rack. "Hold on to these." I commanded with authority, so it could be heard by all in the vicinity. I also found a micro bikini and a few pairs of brightly colored shiny panties, very slick. I took the panties and rubbed them against his nose and face. "Do they feel good, Addicted?" "Please don't do that with those panties, the customers are starting to look at me strangely," he said as he stepped back from me. I handed each pair of panties to him after holding each up right in front of his face. "Do you like the colors I chose?" The blush in his face nicely complimented the red pair of panties. "Come on, Addicted, let's go see if we can find a matching bra." I had him follow me, excusing myself as I elbowed past the other women in the aisle. Addicted followed behind closely, trying to look like we were married or something, but our age difference made that unlikely. More likely, he looked like my sub. The young women were starting to congregate, pointing in our direction. Perfect. I told him, "I don't like those bras that push up; my tits don't need any help." This conversation was not lost the other shoppers. Again, they stopped to listen. "My breasts are perfect, don't you think, Addicted? " as I placed my hands on my blouse, pushing my breasts upward to accentuate their perfect size and firmness. He started to mellow a bit, starting to play along with the game I had arranged. "Yes, Tanya, you have beautiful breasts." he said quietly. I was able to find one bra to my liking, but I needed to try it on. "Come with me, Addicted, I have to try on this bra." I took him to the dressing room. He was carrying the panties I had selected, with nowhere to hide them this time. I shook my finger at him like he was a naughty boy, "Now don't you move, I will be out in just a moment," and I left him standing outside the female dressing room. His discomfort with the situation was becoming obvious as he masqueraded with a half-smile on his face as young women passed by him on their way to the dressing room. I prolonged my stay in the dressing room to tease him. As peeked out from the dressing room curtain several times, he was just where I left him. After about five minutes, I returned. "Perfect, I want this bra," I said, dangling it by a bra strap in front of the crowded dressing room entrance. "Now, let's go over to the lingerie." After a few minutes, I found a black teddy that was highlighted in red with a tiny pair of string thong panties to match. I held it up so Addicted could see. "How do you think I will look in this? Maybe I should go and try it on." He appeared as if he could not get a word out. "Please, Tanya, don't make me go over there again. All those young secretaries were laughing at me. I just can't stand there like that again." I had to pity him a little, and decided that I would try it on at home. Finding a garter belt and stockings is hit and miss at T.J.Maxx. Still, I decided to look anyway. "Come with me, Addicted, I need one more item." As I wandered around the lingerie section, I approached a display and sure enough, there was a lacy garter belt, matching bra, and panties. I took the garter belt and held it to my waist. "I've been looking for something like this. I want to use it in my stripper act. Now that I saw how infatuated you are with stockings, I am sure there are other horny men that would be willing to give a big tip to see me in this outfit. How about a lap dance, Addicted?" Lastly, I checked out the pantyhose display. Luckily again, there was a pair of Pretty Polly stockings, my favorite. They stay in place so well; no bunching. I handed the garter belt and stockings to him. I knew that L was intending to be somewhere in the store; that was her plan. I had been focused on buying my intimates so I had been too busy to look for her. As I surveyed the store, I saw her in the fitness clothing section. She was wearing her nylon exercise shorts, a sleeveless tank top, and a pair of sneakers. Her chartreuse bra straps were slung over her shoulders, the tank top was translucent enough to see the bra underneath. She also was wearing a pair of heavier sheer brown pantyhose, like those worn by Hooter's waitresses. Since I had seen her on Sunday, she had her hair cut shorter. Her dirty blonde hair had new highlights, giving her an especially naughty, but playful appearance. I knew Addicted would never guess she was L. She looked nothing like she did on Saturday night, in her leather pants and sandals. I still can't get over how hot she looked. "Now go up and pay for these items. Make sure you go to Becky when you check out." We had met Becky and Ms. Josephs last Saturday night. Addicted hesitated, knowing this time he had no way of hiding the items I had given him. He looked at me with a soulful look, like a puppy that had just been spanked with the newspaper. I pointed to my cell phone and started to play the video of his night in the strip joint. He knew what I was looking at and started making his way to the front of the store. L followed behind and queued in line right after him. The line was long and it snaked around, so that he would be in full view of about 10 shoppers. It was obvious to anyone who looked at him that he was buying several pieces of female lingerie. "Next," said Becky. Addicted arrived in front of her register. Becky looked over towards Ms. Josephs, smiled, and looked back. Becky was trying to be serious and said, almost mockingly, "How are you doing today, sir? Did you find everything you were looking for?" She looked directly at Addicted. As she started to ring up each item, she slowed, admiring the four pairs of panties first. Next, she picked up the bra. "Sir, you have good taste. Whoever wears this will be very happy." Next, she grabbed the garter belt. She held it up, so everyone behind him could see. "I didn't even know they made these things anymore. Why would anyone want to wear this contraption?" She announced in a louder than speaking voice, a thinly veiled attempt to further humiliate him. Becky picked up the last item. She looked over the entire garment, even turning it inside out, but could not find the price tag. She looked over to Ms. Josephs at the end of the counter and yelled, "We need a price check on this item." She held it up for Ms. Josephs to see. "Can you get a price on this teddy for this gentleman?" At this point, Addicted was lowering his head, as if he wanted to crawl under the counter; even I felt sorry for the guy. He had the appearance of resignation of his plight, knowing that any attempts at escape would only bring on more humiliation. Behind him, the other customers, who all seemed to be in their 20s and 30s and dressed in business attire, were initially agitated at the delay. They seemed to relax after figuring out there was some mischief going on, as if they were witnessing a fraternity initiation prank. One of them passed behind him. I think I saw her give him a pinch on the ass as she whispered something in his ear. Another ridiculed him as she asked, "Is that teddy for your wife, or you?" I saw L and she was clearly enjoying the predicament she had devised for Addicted. As he walked out the door, items in the bag, I caught up with him. "Addicted, I have one more stop." "Tanya, I would rather not buy any more lingerie. I have done everything you wanted. Why do you keep embarrassing me? You know, I was lucky that I did not see anyone I knew. I think you are just blackmailing me to satisfy your need to humiliate me entirely." "Oh, you are not going to buy any more underwear. But we just need a few more items and I think you will find they will come in handy later." While not sure what I meant, he had no choice but to obey. He knew he was at my mercy. We entered the mall next door, and went into Spencer's. Addicted followed me to the back of the store. There were displays of kinky items, bondage toys, and vibrators of all shapes and sizes. I handed him a pair of handcuffs, some bondage rope, and a blindfold. "Now take these upfront and buy them for later tonight." I followed him, accentuating the click of my Lucite heels on the floor as I walked. He put the items on the desk and the young clerk, who looked about 19 years old, looked at the handcuffs, then at Addicted, and then at me. She looked back at Addicted and asked, "Did your Doctor say your heart could tolerate some rough sex?" "This is just for a costume party." he said, but not very convincingly, especially with me in my short skirt, heels standing behind him. He paid the bill, now totally numb to further embarrassment. Addicted and I returned to my apartment. He took a seat on my overstuffed sofa, and laid back, slouching. He relieved the trip was over and satisfied he had done everything expected of him. "Stay here Addicted, I want to try on this garter belt to show you. L told me you love stockings and garter belts." I went to my bedroom, took out the garter belt and fastened the clasps in the front, rotating it to the proper position. I gartered the stockings and put on the teddy with the string thong he had purchased. I looked at myself in the mirror, my ass looked just as good as L's, I thought. I walked out to the living room after putting on a pair of marabou high heel slippers I had kept around from another customer's request. "What do you think? Should I wear this next time I am stripping?" I asked Addicted, as I posed before him coquettishly. I turned around and brazenly bent all the way over, legs spread apart, ass cheeks separated by the thin string of the thong down my crack. I turned my head around to look at him. "I have to do this move for my best customers. What do you think now?" He was obviously pleased with the effect. I am sure he was thinking how he could get some erection relief, and fast. But that was not to be. "Now come over here to my sofa, and bring the blindfold, rope and handcuffs you bought." He followed my instructions obediently, without a second thought. I had him strip naked, and then attached the handcuffs, hands secured behind his back. I lied him down on the floor and applied the blindfold. Lastly, I took the rope, wrapped it around his ankles and tied the other end to the handcuffs. He was secured, unable to remove the blindfold under any circumstances. "You've been a very good boy, Addicted, so I have a treat for you. Now lean back and put your head between the cushions, just like you described in your story "Impassion." He did it, assuming I would be mounting his face as in the story. As we had planned, L had arrived before us and made her way into the bedroom, out of sight. She walked out of the bedroom, as she had heard the code word "Impassion," meaning the coast was clear and Addicted was blindfolded. She had slipped off her jogging shorts, still wearing her suntan pantyhose. She had been busy in anticipation of the reunion, cutting out the gusset of her pantyhose. With this alteration, I knew that she was intending to allow Addicted to intimately pleasure her love box. Her unmistakable perfume again filled the room, just as it did three days ago. Addicted spoke softly, every part of his body incapacitated, except for his mouth and tongue. "L, I didn't think you would be here tonight. Were you in the store? Did you see I did everything Tanya wanted?" "Addicted, you were a good boy in that store. I don't think we need to take you shopping again." As sigh of relief was evident She then added, "I'm just guessing from your stories, but I think you have a special cunnilingus talent, am I right about you?" Addicted answered with more enthusiasm than had been evident earlier in the evening, "I love to eat pussy." "Didn't I tell you that I liked to be eaten out, that it was my favorite activity? Didn't I tell you that in my email?" L asked, teasingly. She sat down on the sofa, positioning her pussy gently over Addicted's face with her legs on either side of his recumbent body. A loud moan came from Addicted, after realizing there was no barrier between his tongue and her pussy. His body stiffened, but the restraints and cushions held him in place, as if he was destined to perform the manly duties expected of him whether he wanted to or not. L started to talk. "You know, Addicted, I have to go home to my job. I have a great marketing job and I don't want to lose it. I just received a promotion after our sales doubled." She then continued, "Listen Addicted, I and my new friends that helped you overcome your writing problem had dinner together on Sunday night. We relived the events of the prior evening. These ladies thought you were very adventuresome and they loved to see a man such as you paddled, as you had always wanted. They now realize that only when you get out of your comfort zone does the magic begin. Each one of them needs something from you. They want to explore those sexy experiences they had been embarrassed or inhibited to experiment. They need someone like you to explore what previously was just a lurid thought." She paused, and then continued as he was savoring her pussy. It was clear she was having trouble maintaining her composure. Her teeth grazed her lower lip and she inhaled deeply, making a hissing sound, a sign that Addicted had found his mark, located the target, and struck gold. She bent forward, took her index finger, and started to play with Addicted's cock, moving it back and forth with her forefinger, and then lightly running its length with those crimson fingernails. "You will be hearing from each of them in the near future. Even Ms. Rachel wants you to return for a session with some new equipment she has. And, they agreed that you could write about each of them, anonymously, of course, just like you do with me." There was another poignant pause as she gathered her strength. "And one last thing Addicted, you may get that new adventure you wanted from me. Don't disappoint me." She continued after a brief pause, obviously enjoying the motion of his tongue on her clit. " I had emailed you after I read chapter one of "I call her L," stating that I didn't understand why you would want a tempting adventure in real life. Now I understand completely. You wanted to leave your comfort zone, your professional life, and your friends to explore the dark side." L barely was able to say the last few words. Her eyes closed and she entered a state of semi-consciousness. When she stopped talking, the lusty sounds of Addicted sloppily exploring her intimately intensified as her wetness spewed. Her breathing became deeper, irregular, and she started to squirm ever so slightly, positioning herself to maximize the sensation of his tongue licking her clit, probing her cunt and even touching the sensitive zone between her pussy and asshole. No longer able to resist, I grabbed the string of my thong and tore at it to break free. Then, I straddled Addicted, directing his cock into my wet pussy, wet from watching L being pleasured. I looked into her eyes, and she reached behind to unfasten her bra. She lifted her bra and shirt over her head to reveal her full and perky breasts, her nipples slightly pointy. I started to lick them, first one, then the other. The nipples stiffened from the wet friction of my tongue. I could only move slightly on Addicted's cock, but his pelvic motion and rigid cock made me know he was excited. I reached for my clit, and massaged it with two fingers, rubbing it vigorously as it hardened. I was quickly mesmerized with this ménage à trois, wanting it to go on forever, the three of us receiving the ultimate of sensual pleasure simultaneously. I Call Her L. Ch. 03 L's eyes opened ever so slightly as she took her last breath. "So, I want you to keep writing those erotic stories. You should have plenty to.........." With that, L succumbed to spasms of ecstatic orgasm, keeping her pussy on his face as she moved back and forth, to the point I thought he could no longer breathe, until she fell sideways on the sofa. This was followed by Addicted, then my orgasm, leaving the two of us on the floor, satiated in a fugue of sexual pleasure. I opened my eyes, sat up on the sofa, looking for our third partner. Not surprisingly, L had already left the apartment.