4 comments/ 16225 views/ 5 favorites Throne of Panties By: scur Fred found both his fears and secret desires realized when he travels to a job interview. Little did he know he would encounter the "Queen of Panties" and begin to worship before her throne. The company Lear jet had begun circling the LA airport as Fred woke from his nap. His short sleep had been punctuated with dreams and fantasies of a very sexual nature. Perhaps it was because of the silken ladies panties he had chosen to put on in his apartment before leaving New York. Perhaps it was because of the long nylon clad legs of the auburn haired flight attendant he had been gawking at prior to his snooze. Or perhaps it was something else. He shifted in his seat to adjust his pants and hide his erection. Actually his gawking had amounted to a little more than just an erection. It had amounted to an embarrassing encounter with the aforesaid stewardess. She had noticed his attention to her legs and after also noticing his four thousand dollar laptop and Rolex she crooked a slim finger at him and winked. Fred was dumbfounded and at the same time excited; hoping that this beautiful stewardess had perhaps taken an interest in him. Quickly he rose from his seat and passing by the middle aged woman in the row behind; he followed her to the kitchen area at the back of the plane. "You must be a pretty talented person to have our company plane sent for you," the beautiful young woman said and smiled. "I guess I might be." He said, wondering where this was leading. "Pantieson Inc. only hires the top people in the industry." "Well, I think I am pretty good in my field but I must admit I was surprised when my application was accepted. Your company is in the Forbes 500 and everyone knows how difficult it is to get a job with them." "Yes." she said, "They only hire the best." She laid her manicured hand upon his shoulder and felt his gym muscles underneath the expensive wool suit. "Oh, and you work out too. How nice." she said. Fred smiled, hardly believing such a stunning beauty would be interested in him or his exercise habits. "I like to keep in shape" he said. There was a silence as Fred pondered what to say next. Now that he was alone with her he did not want this encounter to end with small talk. "Umm. I guess you must be pretty special yourself then." he ventured, reddening at his awkward statement. She laughed an encouraging laugh. "I think I may have a few special attributes." she said. Alicia knew she had been hired for both her good looks and their ability to bring men to their knees. As an occasional stewardess on the flights with job applicants she had plenty of opportunity to vet the men the company was interested in. "Is there anything in particular you noticed?", She smiled and looked at Fred inquiringly. Fred hesitated. Could he tell her how her legs made him weak in the knees?. "You sure have a great personality." he said and paused awkwardly, choosing discretion over valour. There was a short pause as she considered this. "Usually that is something men say when they cannot find something nice to say about a woman's appearance." Fred laughed "You are right of course. But I was afraid to point out your obvious attributes. When it comes to your appearance I hardly know where to begin." "Oh never be afraid to complement a woman on her appearance. We're not children here Fred and you have been practically licking my legs with your eyes since you boarded." She laughed again but this time her laugh was quieter and deeper. "A woman notices things like that." Fred's head was spinning now. He had not realized he had been that obvious. Truth be told he had a huge fascination with women's legs and in fact with anything from their waists down. He had tried to be discreet but clearly he had not been discreet enough. Could she be annoyed with his staring and is that why she had beckoned him to the back of the plane? Was she planning to call him out on it? The conversation appeared to be halted for now. She moved to the small window beside the kitchen air intake and gazed out at the clouds surrounding the jet. "I never get tired of this view. The sky is just so beautiful today. Come here and look." The space in the kitchen was limited but he crossed and squeezed beside her at the window. "Yes." he said, "A view to die for." Her closeness at this point made him uncomfortable and he still did not know what to make of this encounter or where it was leading. She definitely had him on edge. Her perfume was light and compelling and he could smell the shampoo in the wisps of hair inches from his face. "I would have thought you would be bored with it after all this time." "Oh not at all and in fact I only do this job occasionally when I am come back from New York on business. My employer likes her staff to multipurpose whenever possible. I am actually bringing some company documents back for our legal staff." She shifted on her heels and turned to face him. "I hope you are successful in your interview Fred. I think you would enjoy working with us. We are an unconventional company that is more like a family at the upper levels." Fred nodded. "That sounds exciting." At this point all the excitement was in his pulse which had started to race as Alicia was now only mere inches away; her breasts almost touching his and her large liquid green eyes looking straight into his brown ones. Did she know the effect she was having on him? "Does that mean we would be brother and sister? He joked as he wondered whether the flush he felt was visible on his face. For someone like Alicia a flushed face was not the only way to gauge her effect upon a man. She lightly placed her hand over his and a smile creased the corner of her full lips. "Would you like to be my brother Fred? Are you looking for a sister?" The question hung in the air. She let it hang and continued looking into his eyes. She was all too aware of the feelings she was causing and his face gave away his mounting confusion and helplessness in the present situation. Nothing like a few mixed messages to throw a man's mind into a quandary. She let it linger just a little longer; enjoying his discomfort and his now obvious desire for her. Her hand moved from his and traveled over the wool on the arm of his suit to his shoulder. "A man like you could do better than a sister don't you think?" "Yes." He managed to utter. He swallowed and tried to bring some moisture back to his mouth. This seemed to be going somewhere very quickly and he did not feel in control. Again through a dry mouth he said, "I guess with someone like you I wouldn't feel much like being your sister." What did he just say? How did that slip out? Damn, why did beautiful women have this power to turn his mind to mush. Did she catch that he wondered. "I hope that wasn't a Freudian slip Fred." Alicia laughed. "I don't see a sister in front of me but I do think we could be really good friends." In the tight space her presence was becoming more and more overwhelming. He tried to back away and his head hit the bulkhead with a thunk. "Oh you poor dear." she said, reaching up to hold the back of his head comfortingly and moving even closer in the process so that her breasts were now touching his. "These kitchens are too small for a large man like you." Laughing now she said, "You would not make a very good stewardess." and then, "Oh, excuse me. I should have said flight attendant." she giggled. "Oh my god! I just had the funniest image pop into my head. It wasn't flattering. I'm sorry." She laughed again. Fred's mind whirled. He was unable to control the image that she had suggested from flashing in front of his eyes and saw himself as a stewardess, bending over in a short skirt serving coffee to the company executives on the jet. Willing that thought away he tried to regain his composure and chuckled in as manly a way as he knew how. "Ha ha. We don't need to go there." he said with a grin. "I can't imagine how my mind could possibly come up with something like that. That is just too funny for words Fred." Although she enjoyed his present discomfort as it gave her the edge she needed; Alicia knew she wanted him as a lover and perhaps more. Since her last affair she had not met anyone nearly as eligible as this. Time to boost his ego she thought and giving him no breathing space she moved in for the kill. "Are you partners with anyone right now?" "No. I'm not actually" said Fred, remembering the disastrous end to his marriage of ten years. "I am recently unattached." His mind began to dwell on his marriage failure but he quickly put it out of his mind. " I am sorry; I am somewhat off base right now. You are having quite an effect on me." he said in a quiet voice. How had this woman so suddenly brought him to this? It was more than her good looks. He knew that. Why did he desire her so much? Do you like what you see Fred?" she leaned into him. "Yes." he stopped there, uncertain of what to say next. She was practically the woman of his dreams. He looked at her. Alicia was everything a man could desire in a woman. She ...was...well.. so wonderful. Soft skin and full lips and wonderful hair. A body to die for. "I know a really good man when I see one and I like what I am seeing right now." she interrupted his thoughts. This man is a keeper thought Alicia. "I am feeling the same way." Fred said. "I just need some time to sort out my feelings." He hesitated, trying to sort out the interchange that had just happened between them. "You are extremely beautiful Alicia." he said. "I am completely awestruck by you to be honest and .." She interrupted him. "Do you think we could have fun together? What do you say we join the mile high club right here?" Alicia pressed the point. "Well? Yes?" "Are you sure?" He said, stalling as he tried to digest the impact of her last words. Nothing would please him more than having sex with this gorgeous young woman but he hesitated. "Of course I'm sure." she whispered. "I knew the moment I saw you get on the plane. There are only two passengers on this flight and I am not a lesbian. You are a very handsome man you know Fred. I want to play." Sensing his insecurity she pulled the curtains separating the galley from the passenger area. "I know it will be good with you. Let's have some fun!" "Yes. omg Yes" Fred finally capitulated. Hugging him to her she slid his jacket to the floor and pressed her lips to his chest. She could hear his heart pounding now and knew he was ready for her. "Oh my big strong man. You are exactly what the doctor ordered." The strong hands kneading the small of his back and her lips pressing hotly through the silk of his shirt were sending Fred over the top. He moaned. Partly to keep his knees from collapsing he wrapped his arms around her shoulder and drew her to him. His face buried itself in the sweet scent of her hair and and he was intoxicated by it. His pulse was pounding in his ears and he lost all awareness of his surroundings except for the soft body of this incredibly sexy woman who had taken him here. "Oh God! Oh God I love this. Please. Oh please. This is too good, too good. Oh thank you." the words poured from his mouth. His penis was tenting his pants now and he knew she felt it as she pushed closer to be encircled by him. "Oh baby." she mouthed against his nipple as she took it into her mouth and began to clamp it with her teeth. "Mmmm. This is so hot for me. I want more." Slowly she slid the length of his body until she rested with her knees on the floor in front of him. Her arms now were wrapped around his ass as she pushed her head into his erection. Her eyes were half closed as she rubbed the side of her face up and down on his hard dick. "This feels so right baby. I needed this." Her arms still around him; she pulled his cock closer to her, grinding her face into his groin as his hard on grew. Fred was breathing now in short jagged gasps. Never had he been brought to such a point in such a short time. The woman in front of him was taking him places he had never been before. His heart was galloping and he submitted himself to the cloud of feelings running through his body as he began to thrust his hips to meet her sweet head full on. He pushed hard. Her cheek pressing the underside of the swollen tip of his almost erupting dick was the only feeling in his universe as she forced it roughly against him. "Oh please, stop please. I think I'm going to come." he managed to say between clenched teeth as the powerful feelings swept over him. " I want you to enjoy this too! I can't take any more!" Alicia knew when to stop and prolong the delight. Moving back she pressed her hands against his hips and pushed him away. "Oh my sweet sweet baby. Hold on. I want to suck you and taste you first. I can't wait to have that dick in my mouth." Grabbing his belt she practically ripped it from him and yanked his pants to his knees ready to savour the pleasure of taking him into her mouth. Fred stood above her quivering with lust. He had never felt this way before. The tension was unbearable. One more light touch upon his quivering penis and he knew he was going to spurt and spend his seed all over the galley floor. His cock twitched unrestrained now as she removed his pants and he forced himself to hold back his flow to keep this fabulous moment alive for just a little longer. He was on the brink of coming and his eyelids were clamped shut as he praised the gods for giving him such a magic time with this most magic of women. He heard her moving before him. This god given woman was his chance at heaven. Pumping his cock into the air in front of him he proudly imagined her gazing upon it and deciding how to take it next. He pictured her perfect face below him and pushed his hips urgently in her direction. She had not even removed any of her clothing but none of that mattered. All that mattered was her gentle release of the gushing tide inside him. "Please baby. Please. I want you so much!" He grunted. There was nothing he wanted more in life than to feel her take his swollen pride in her mouth and give him the release he needed. To an outside observer the sight of a man standing with his eyes closed while his dick waves wildly in front of him might seem somewhat amusing. To that same observer the sight of the same man dressed now in baby pink panties with white stockings and with his pants around his ankles pumping the air furiously might even cause them to laugh uproariously and perhaps grab their camera. It did no such thing for Alicia. "You disgusting creep!" she hissed. "You don't think you could have told me you were a sissy boy before I took an interest in you? You're not a man. You are nothing but a panty waisted little bitch. I can't believe I wasted my time on you!" Her voice rose as she heaped more insults on him. Her eyes blazed with fury at his deception. "Get out of here! Just get out now! The sight of you sickens me." With that she threw open the curtain and shoved Fred out of the galley. Did she think of the other passenger before doing so? Who knows but Fred's pants formed a tripline and he found himself on the floor of the cabin with a very surprised woman turning in her seat to watch the disturbance. "Oh really." she said. "Does this sort of thing happen often on these flights?" Noticing Fred's attire she snorted. Throne of Panties Ch. 02 This story continues where "Throne of Panties" left off. A man made the mistake of allowing a stewardess to see him in panties and stockings and instead of getting a blowjob he was pushed to the ground and now another passenger becomes involved. I think both stories would benefit from being read in order. ***** "Oh really." the other passenger said. "Does this sort of thing happen often on these flights?" and noticing Fred's attire she snorted. The other passenger was a no nonsense woman named Harriet. She rose to her feet, paced the carpeted aisle and looked down. "Very nice panties my dear. Did you choose them yourself?" Fred looked numbly at her brown oxfords and the brown cotton support hose rising from them. He could not bring himself to answer. At that point Alicia stepped out from behind the galley curtain and smiled at Harriet. "Oh yes, I am pretty sure he did choose them himself." With the sharp toe of her pumps she kicked Fred in the stomach and looking across at the other woman she said, "I can't believe he had the nerve to expose himself to me like that." Fred winced and struggled to rise to his knees. "It wasn't like that Ma'am." he said to the older woman. "I didn't just-" Alicia planted her foot on his back; forced him onto the carpet and held him there. "Oh; don't get up. You belong right where you are." Fred grunted with the pain; wondering how it had come to this. The other woman was not as shocked at this as one might expect. Harriet Towers was someone who had seen a lot of life and known a lot of men. In fact she now remembered an amusing time at her sorority house many years ago. The sisters had discovered a young man from the neighbouring frat house underneath one of the beds wearing a nightgown and masturbating into a pair of panties. The rest of that evening had been eventful to say the least and the embarrassed boy left the college a few days later. Looking down at him she asked, "What sort of man wears panties and silk stockings on a business trip? " His face was now pressed uncomfortably against the rough fibers of the carpet as he looked up at the two women from one eye."I didn't just expose myself." He said, trying to justify his present predicament. His lips were forced apart from the pressure of his face on the floor, making him look like a freshly landed fish and his words came out slurred. The women shared a glance and Alicia pressed harder with the heel of her shoe. She wanted this to hurt. Harriet laughed "Excuse me sir. " she said. "You did not just expose yourself? Would you explain to us then; why we are now seeing you with your pants around your ankles?" "Ma'am I.." His words were cut off as Alicia jabbed his spine even harder and hissed at him."You disgusting freak. You worm! I am so angry I could spit." Harriet looked sympathetically at the angry flight attendant. "I'm so sorry my dear." she said. "Men like him are almost dangerous with their perversions but it does look like you have him under control." "Yes." she said, " He is well under control... by both of us; and obviously not in a position to be otherwise." She ground the heel of her shoe on his back with her full weight upon it. "And by the way, thank you for supporting me in this. I am not at my best at the moment." Fred cried out in pain. Her last jab had hurt him a lot. " I didn't.." he tried to say again. "You didn't what?" Alicia spoke calmly now. "You didn't dress up in women's panties before you got on this flight?" Fred looked blearily up at her. How could he explain himself? He had never felt this embarrassed in his life and now he was accused of being a flasher as well. He decided to try reasoning with the other woman. Surely she would at least listen to his version of events. Looking hopefully up at Harriet now he said, "It wasn't what you think. I'm sorry I..you found.." He tried to begin but Harriet rapidly cut him off. "Oh no need to explain yourself." she said and continued. "I think all the explanation I need is right in front of me. I see a man with his pants down to his knees wearing pink lady's panties and white silk stockings. And please answer me honestly this time. Did you choose them yourself?" Harriet was pleased that the stewardess had recognized her contribution and was beginning to enjoy herself. The squirming man on the floor in front of her was quite handsome and his embarrassing admission would give her an opportunity to further increase his humiliation. Harriet had a side to her that enjoyed a little power over men. Knowing he would not be believed if he said otherwise and hoping to get this over with soon, Fred whispered, "Yes Ma'am. I did." Pressing her advantage Harriet leaned down and cocked an ear, "Did you say yes? I couldn't quite hear you." This was sheer bullying but she was in the mood now. "Yes." He croaked, only slightly more loudly than before. There was a pause and Harriet studied him as his face turned red. She had taught school at one point and knew how to prolong an effect. "Very pretty; pink suits you." She laughed as his blush deepened. "They clash a little with the stockings but then so do your hairy legs. They seem a little tight on you. Are you sure they are comfortable?" Fred looked up Harriet; aware of the game she was playing with him. This woman scared him. "Or perhaps you like them tight like that? " Harriet said. And please answer my questions.A yes or a no will do for now." He studied his tormentor. She was perhaps in her late forties. She had that no nonsense air about her that put him in mind of a neighbour when he was a kid. That one had thought nothing of taking the young boys across her lap when they misbehaved. She was a little stout but if anything Fred detected muscularity under her tweed skirt and jacket. With his interest in lingerie he was also quite sure she wore foundation garments to keep herself shapely and show off a classic hour glass figure. Her demand still hung in the air... "Am I not making myself clear to you? Stop staring and answer me." "I.." Fred paused; still staring and trying to think what to make of this woman and her questions. Was she genuinely interested in his choice of clothing or was she just playing with her power over him. Alicia laughed now; a deep and satisfied laugh. She had truly found an unexpected partner in Harriet. God, the woman was good! "Cat got your tongue Fred?" she asked and accompanied the question with another sharp jab from her heel. "Aren't you pleased at a woman taking an interest in you? God knows there can't be many who would." "I..." He began and looked beseechingly at both of them. "Answer her!" Alicia snapped. "We are running out of patience and you are not in a position to argue. Do as you are told." Alicia paused briefly. "Now, or things will get a lot more unpleasant." "Ok then. Yes. Yes I do like them tight. Alright?" he said. Praying his answer had satisfied them he added, "May I get up now please?" Harriet smiled now, ignoring his request and said "There, that wasn't so bad now was it? A simple question with a simple answer." and then she threw a curveball. "Are all of your panties tight?" She asked and looked closely at him. By the expression on his face it was immediately apparent to her that these were not the only panties he had owned or worn and he knew she would see right through him if he tried to worm his way out of this. He tried to answer with a steady voice and said, "Mostly." giving up on pretending this was a one off or a prank on his part. He was no match for this woman's interrogating skills. "How many pairs do you own?" He paused and then capitulated,"Umm. Quite a few. Maybe four I guess." "I see. Quite the shopper you are. And where did you buy those ones Fred?" She asked casually. "They look very expensive." He pondered how to evade this. The truth was he had stolen them from the gym bag of his last employer which in fact had led to his termination. All his other pairs had come from the same location as well. Fred did not have a clue where his ex boss purchased her panties so he hurriedly said Victoria's Secret as it was the only lingerie store he could think of. Harriet had money and knew how to spend it on herself. She smiled inwardly at his lie. She knew for certain those expensive panties of his had never seen the inside of a store like Victoria's Secret. She let it slide for now and asked him what else he bought there. "Well, not much." he began and stopped before he dug a deeper hole. "I bet." said Alicia. Her anger was subsiding and she was beginning to enjoy this now. Payback was good. "Admit it. You have a whole closet full of women's clothes and you prance around your apartment on the weekends in them. Are you on a first name basis with the salesgirls there? I'm sure they find you as creepy as I do." Though this was untrue, her words stung him as he had often tried to screw up his courage and shop there. His furtive trips into Rebecca's gym bag had yielded a total of four pairs of panties in the six months before she caught him at it and Fred had never even seen the inside of a lingerie store. The white stockings had been acquired in the airport as he left New York a few hours ago and his nervousness at the cash register was certainly evident to the sales clerk. So, once again, poor Fred did not have a lot to say. He was becoming more and more uncomfortable on the floor and Alicia's constant prodding with her shoe was taking it's toll upon his back. Also it was cold in the cabin and the carpet fibers were itching his skin. His left leg began to shake. "Please ladies..." he said piteously, "May I please get up now? I promise I -" Alicia kicked him again. "No." The women smiled at each other. Harriet smirked, "I think you are fine right where you are young man." Fred sank back onto the floor. "What choice did he have?" he thought, recognizing his immediate future was in their hands. He didn't want to ruin the chance of a good outcome to this nightmare. God, he wished this was over. "I'll do what you want if you will let me go." he said. Harriet recognized now that she and the flight attendant could say and do anything they wanted to this frightened man on the floor. Dressed in panties he was in no position to argue and she decided to have a little fun with him. Why not? Lord knew she had wanted to put a man in his place for some time now and this one was going to be fun. "Wearing panties excites you does it?" she asked. Her hand reached out and grabbed the waistband of his panties; briefly touching the crown of his cock as she slowly pulled it towards her. She noticed the small damp stain darkening the pink fabric."Somebody seems to lack control." she observed as she looked Fred in the eyes."Is that pee I see? Did you leak something? " He said nothing. She tugged harder and said, "I definitely see a wet spot on those very expensive panties. Were you peeing yourself Fred? Or did exposing yourself to this nice flight attendant make you lose control and cum a little bit?" She yanked hard and held the panties away from him as she waited for his answer. He cringed and tried to think. The close proximity of her hand and the pressure of the panties on his balls as she pulled them was making him lose his concentration once again. He struggled to say something that would please her. "I don't know Miss. I am sorry." He was almost crying now. The humiliation he was experiencing was starting to overcome him. "I only know I am sorry for everything. Please let me go! Please don't ask me any more questions. Please!" Her tugging had exposed his penis to the air and it began to rise of it's own accord. Her eyes lingered there for a moment."Oh yes, those panties are much too tight I would say." She observed his slowly hardening cock. Was this man actually enjoying this? She released the elastic waist and watched it snap back against his skin. Fred winced as Harriet continued looking at him. His mind whirled. Please don't let me get hard in front of them! Please not now. "Oh." she continued relentlessly, "Did that hurt you? You almost screamed like a little girl."She laughed. "Does wearing panties make men into little girls?" "Let me try that again." she said extending her hand. "I want to see you squeal like the girl I know you are." Fred recoiled, shamed by his fear of this woman. " Ok. You have had your fun now." he said and tried to push himself away. Still pinned by Alicia he was unsuccessful and only managed to force the panties even lower on his hips. The bright red tip of his penis now poked out of the top and posed lewdly against his stomach. His panties had also ridden up the crack of his ass and between the pressure of the waistband on his cock head and the snugness of the cloth forced against his asshole he knew he was quickly losing all control and would be erect soon. "Oh my." said the woman. "A little skittish aren't you? I would definitely think you were a little girl if it wasn't for that thing." She looked pointedly at his dick. Alicia followed Harriet's gaze. "Am I seeing what I think I'm seeing" she said; looking at his growing hard on. " She removed her foot and stepped over him to see for sure. Fred's cock was beginning to strain against the thin nylon of the panties. Harriet's brief touch as she yanked at the panties had started the process, the snugness of the panties and now the smirking looks from the two women seemed to be making it worse. He looked down. It was indeed becoming quite obvious that he was becoming aroused and there was not a thing he could do about it. Not only was he powerless on the floor in front of two women he had only known since he arrived on the jet but his predicament was making him hard despite himself. His face flushed as he looked at the sight of his hardening penis encased in the panties and the stockings made it even more apparent how dedicated he was to his fetish. His humiliation could not get any worse he thought. Fred cringed as he realized how ridiculous this must appear to Alicia and this other woman. He rolled onto his stomach to hide himself; exposing his panty clad ass in the process. Alicia kicked him. "Turn over." she said. "On your back." "Oww." Fred said, and rolled over quickly. The kick had hurt. Exposed again, he looked up at the ceiling helplessly as Alicia stepped between his legs. "Look at me!" she barked and pointed at his panties "What kind of woman do you think wants to see this?" The embarrassment and humiliation proved too strong and he could not bring himself to meet her gaze. The woman who only minutes ago had seemed the answer to his dreams was now his worst nightmare. "I said look at me." she was relentless as Fred continued looking stupidly up at the ceiling and willed this to be over. "Panties are for women and little girls." Raising her foot Alicia covered his cock with the sole of her shoe and pressed down hard. "Which one are you Fred? Tell me now. I want to know." Fred swallowed. His head was swimming. The pressure of her foot was making his cock even harder. Finally he managed to look at her but no words came. In the back of his mind her words revolved. Woman or little girl...woman or little girl? He tried to parse the question but all he could do was picture himself first as a woman and then as a little girl wearing the same pink panties he was wearing now and lying on the floor of an airplane. The images confused him. His arousal confused him. The look on her face confused him. His lips parted to speak but he could only moan in answer. "It's a simple question Fred. Are you a woman or are you a little girl? As she spoke, each syllable was emphasized by pressing her foot onto the underside of his now fully enlarged dick. Her green eyes bored into his and he found himself unable to look away now. Her question spun around and around. He could not think. The foot on his cock was driving him wild. The rhythmic attacks of the foot continued as she waited for him to answer. He was so horny now and gasping for breath but his feeling only increased the confusion and now he felt tears beginning to brim in the corners of his eyes. He closed them and tried desperately to will away the images and control himself. "I don't know what I am. I don't know. I don't know." he choked Alicia's shoe moved back and forth insistently. "I will tell you what I think." she said. "I think you are a little girl Fred." She felt his arousal and also sensed his humiliation and impending tears. She was enjoying herself now. "What do you think Harriet? Is he a little girl?" Harriet moved to stand beside Alicia and looked at him. "From all that squirming I would have to agree. Those big girl panties can't hide the fact." she laughed. "She is barely out of diapers I would say." Alicia laughed. "Little baby Freddy is it?" she said. "No. Wait a minute. It's not Fred; it's Winifred! Little baby Winifred in her little pink panties." The women laughed. " Winifred's going to make a mess in her panties isn't she?" Said Alicia. "Now say it Winifred. Say "I'm a little girl, and I'm going to make a mess in my panties." Fred was mute. The humiliation was too much. Harriet's foot lashed out and kicked him. "You heard her. Say it. Say it now sissy!" She was loving this. "I'm a little.." he began and stopped to swallow. He could not say it. She kicked him again. Laughing."Say it little girl!" "Oww. Please. I can't say it!" He knew his tears were moments away. "Aww..Is little Winifred going to cry?" Alicia asked as his lips started to blubber. "No.. I'm not." he said but they all knew he was on the verge and seconds later his face wrinkled and a sob escaped. "Oh, look. Winifred's a crybaby too. Isn't that cute." said Harriet as his tears began for real now. "Crying is something that only little girls do Winifred. So now it's settled. You're a little girl and now we all know it. Good girl. That answered the question didn't it? Let all those little baby girl tears out and thank us." He was balling now. Huge sobs poured out of him but at the same time the slow and constant manipulation of his cock by Alicia felt so good to him. He arched his hips to meet her foot. He was only seconds away from coming despite his tears. Damn he wanted to come so much! But could he come in front of these women? Alicia placed all her weight on his cock now; squeezing it hard against his stomach. "So is our little crybaby going to come in her nice pink panties?" She ground the sharp toe of her shoe onto the tip. It hurt.. badly... but the point of her toe took him beyond his shame and her sneering voice as she called him a crybaby and laughed at his panties called out to him,to his insecurities and forced him to recognize her power over him. He looked up at her with pain but also a supremely embarrassed love in his eyes. Did she know? He was beyond caring as her insistent toe squeezed his cockhead. He groaned and gave up. The milky seed poured over his stomach and splashed higher to reach his reddened face. Alicia's shoe hurt but nonetheless his penis was convulsing uncontrollably and the pain from her toe tip was now merged with the pleasure of this humiliating orgasm. His mouth was wide open and his breath came in gasps. He shuddered and his head flopped back against the floor as the tears slowly crept down his cheeks. Harriet winked at Alicia and pulled her cellphone out. "This is such a Kodak moment don't you think my dear? We just can't let it go to waste." Through bleary eyes Fred looked up as the phone in her hand clicked softly several times and it now became apparent that his troubles might only be beginning. He closed his eyes and cursed himself for all the mistakes he had made that day. Wearing the panties had been a bad idea. Purchasing the stockings at the airport kiosk was bad idea number two; as was sneaking into the stall in the men's room to put them on. He knew this latest turn of events could be life changing and he sensed there wasn't a thing he could do about it now. Throne of Panties Ch. 02 While he numbly considered his options Harriet removed one of them. Looking down at Fred she said, "As you are aware we are both on the way to the same job interview." She laughed. "And you can bet I will let the company know what their new candidate wears underneath his suits." She leaned closer for a closeup of the drops of cum still on his face. "Smile!" She said, "They might be surprised to discover their prize applicant is just a panty wearing crybaby named Winifred." Alicia stepped back and carefully wiped her shoe on the pants he was still wearing. She reached for her own cellphone. "I want my own pictures Fred. Let's get a shot of you holding your dick." "Oh, such a good idea!" said Harriet, "It will make him look like a pathetic wanker." and she moved to Alicia's side. Fred reached down and feebly grasped his now limp penis for the ladies to take their shots. He knew this picture would be even more incriminating as it would imply he had simply decided to masturbate on the floor of the plane but his will to struggle was gone. "Please Ma'am." he begged Harriet. "This job is important to me. I really need it. I've spent way too much money lately and..." He stopped, knowing he had no chance of prevailing with this woman. "The job is important to you is it? Well. It's important to me too." she said. "Why would I let this opportunity slip by?" She asked. "Why would I let you get the job I want after this? Do you think I'm stupid?" Harriet laughed. She stepped back. "Do you think it might be time for a drink now?" Harriet asked Alicia. "Oh I think it is indeed." she responded. "Have a seat and I will join you. What would you like? "I'll have champagne, thank you." As Alicia moved to the galley and Harriet walked back to her seat, Fred was finally free of them and quickly began reassembling himself. It was too late to bother removing his female clothing so he just quickly pulled his pants up and got to his feet. Dressed once again as a man he began to feel a little better and walked back to his seat. He passed Harriet and heard her snort as he went by. "Look, please," he turned and said, "can we not forget this?" Harriet looked up at him. "What would possibly make me want to forget? I have pictures of you holding yourself in pink panties and white stockings while covered in cum on the floor of this airplane. You are dead meat." "Maybe.." he said. "Maybe ... is there anything? Please Ma'am. Please. I would do anything." Her eyes surveyed his for a second until he broke his gaze and looked down. She was not a cruel woman normally although she would do what it took to get her way when she needed to. She was also quite shrewd and knew that sometimes giving up part of an advantage could lead to more successes later. She had an idea. "You know there is not a chance in hell of you securing the position now." she said. "With what I have on you, the position of mail room clerk with this company would be out of your grasp." Fred nodded; still looking at the floor but hearing possible redemption in her voice. He would do anything at this point. "Despite your obvious failings my dear you are clearly competent in your job yes?" Harriet prompted. "I like to think so, yes." "You clearly would not suit the position offered as those failings as we have just seen could compromise the companies standing. Am I right?" she stated. Fred had no choice but to agree. He nodded again. Harriet moved in for the kill"I may be able to help you then if you seriously and honestly admit to me now that inside you are a sissy who can't help himself." He had not really ever thought of himself this way and hesitated. "I don't know." he began. "Winifred...?" she said softly, reminding him of the humiliation he had suffered at the two women's hands. "Do you really think you are a match for me?" "I don't know." he said again and whimpered, Just then Alicia appeared from the back of the jet carrying a silver tray with two wine glasses. Fred glanced at her quickly and stepped back. "For that matter, are you a match for any woman? She said dismissively, and then smiling at Alicia as her champagne arrived. "Thank you my dear. I have a weakness for champagne. Won't you sit beside me? I was just discussing this sissy's future with him. Alicia sat down, crossing her legs and smiling. "I didn't think he would have much of a future after this." she smiled. "I don't think it will be quite the future he imagined." she looked at Alicia and grinned. "Now Fred, or should I say Winifred, please answer my question. Your future does depend upon it. Think very carefully before you reply. The only allowable answer is (Yes. I am a sissy who can't help himself ) and if I hear that now I may make the future less painful." Fred considered the options available to him now? There were indeed none. A pause followed by his voice repeating"Yes. I am a sissy who can't help himself." Still looking at the floor he prayed for an answer to let him keep his dignity. "Good girl Winifred." Harriet laughed."We may yet find a way out of your predicament for you." and looking across her seat she asked. "Alicia, do you mind keeping things quiet for a day or two?" The younger woman nodded, looking with interest at Harriet. "Sure, just let me know what you have in mind." "Well, if things go as planned, I will have the job that our sissy here wants and he will be my new secretary. As you can imagine I will be the one wearing the pants." She looked at Fred. "Here is the plan sissy boy. At your interview you will express reservations about your abilities to perform at the level required and ask for a less stressful position. Okay? You will say that we met on the jet and tell them that you would be happier being my executive secretary. This is non negotiable sissy boy." She smiled. "This is the only option I can offer to you. You will be my bitch and I can't promise it will be easy. Say yes now or forget any sympathy from either of us." Fred hardly hesitated. It was not the outcome he had hoped for when boarding the flight earlier this day but at this point he felt a sudden rush of relief. Perhaps his troubles might be over. He knew the paycheques would be enough to cover his debts and keep him solvent. "Yes." he said immediately. Harriet raised her eyebrows."Yes what?" "Yes Harriet." he said."I mean yes Ma'am. Thank you so much." he paused. "OMG. I don't know how to thank you for this. I will make it up to you I promise and you won't regret this." The words now spilled out of his mouth. "And thank you too Alicia. I am so sorry for everything." Alicia grimaced." It's a little late for that sissy boy but I am interested to see what Harriet has planned for you. Your pictures are safe for now however I will stay in contact with her to make sure you keep up your end of the bargain." Fred blushed and mumbled."Thank you Alicia." as his hopes for her love were finally and completely ruined. "I think it's time you left us two ladies alone." said Harriet. She waved Fred away and as he walked to his seat she chuckled and turned to Alicia." Oh I think you will enjoy seeing what I have planned for him. My dear friend, you have no idea what is in store for him now. I promise to keep you posted." Alicia smiled. She really did like this woman.