****** The Trouble with Red Silk Panties by Cat ******
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The Trouble with Red Silk Panties


Andy sat at his computer desk, writing HTML code when he thought of his
mistress. He missed her when she was away at work. On most days, his job as a
programming consultant kept him busy, and the quietness of the empty house was
welcome. This morning, however, he had completed his latest assignment and had
not received the information from his new client to complete the next one. He
decided to clean the house. He knew Mistress loved to come home to a clean
house. In the past, she had rewarded his efforts by allowing him to sleep in
her bed with her or letting him have intercourse with her.

The thought of fucking his lovely, sensuous mistress was all the incentive he
needed. He put on the maid's uniform she made him wear when he cleaned while
she was home. It was not a very functional outfit, but Mistress liked the way
he looked in the frilly black skirt and white apron, his hairy legs encased in
black stockings held up by garters.

As he was getting the cleaning supplies from the laundry room, he saw a pair of
her red silk panties lying beside the clothes hamper. He picked them up and
inhaled her feminine fragrance. He was instantly erect as images of her filled
his mind. He decided the cleaning could wait a while. Carrying her panties, he
went upstairs to her room. Taking a photograph of her from the top of the
bureau, he laid down on the bed. He rubbed her panties along the shaft of his
hard cock and moaned, "Oh Mistress." He looked at her face in the photograph,
beautiful and smiling, with golden eyes and short, sassy dark hair. Her full
lips were painted the color of ripe cherries, and he imagined them engulfing
his penis. He stroked himself with her panties wrapped in his hand, the silk
sliding smoothly up and down. "Suck me Mistress," he moaned. "Suck my cock." As
he was about to ejaculate a cold, angry voice interrupted him. "What the fuck
are you doing in my bed, with my panties, talking about me like I'm some kind
of whore?"

He was caught and there was nothing he could say that would appease her.
"Mistress, I'm sorry. You're so beautiful, and I thought about what it felt
like to be inside you, and one thing led to another--" He could see he was only
digging a deeper hole for himself.

"You think of me as a hole for you to bang?" She sneered. "I'm not your fuck
toy, you slut puppy, and when you think of me, it will be with respect."

He hung his head in shame, his previously engorged penis now limp. "And don't
you ever come in my room without permission." She walked over by the bed and
pulled him upright, using his hair for leverage. In her heels, she was the same
height as he, 5 '11", and her golden eyes peered directly into his brown ones.
"Go to the dungeon."

The dungeon was a large, soundproof room where she meted out her discipline.
She also kept a cage in the dungeon, where she put him when she was displeased.
As he walked past her to leave the room, she smacked his buttocks hard. "Get on
your knees." Andy dropped to his knees and crawled past her, keeping his gaze
averted. When he reached the dungeon, he crawled into the cage to wait for her.

Adrina was furious. She had come home early to surprise her slave by taking him
to dinner. Expecting to find him hard at work, she instead found him jerking
off with her picture and panties as props. "How dare he debase me like that,"
she thought. She changed into her favorite dominatrix outfit. Her bare breasts
pointed out through the triangular cutouts in the front of her shiny red
leather halter dress. She had a pair of red boots with 4" spiked heels, which
she pulled up to her thighs, leaving only a few inches bare between the hem of
her dress and the tops of her boots. She piled her hair on top of her head and
slid on her long leather gloves. After making a quick phone call, she went into
the dungeon and closed the door behind her.

Reaching into the cage, she fastened a leash to his collar and pulled him
forward on his knees. Adrina bent down to face him. "You're a filthy animal.
You think with that piece of shit between your legs instead of your brain." She
stood and yanked him to his feet. "Take off that outfit," she demanded. "You
don't deserve to imitate a woman." As he fumbled with the zipper, she grew
impatient and ripped it from his body. He pulled off the stockings until he
stood before her, naked and ashamed.

"The first thing I want to do," Adrina said, "Is clean you -- inside and out."
A suspension bar had been rigged so that it could easily be raised and lowered.
She lowered it to the floor and ordered him to lie down. She chained each of
his ankles securely to the bar. As she bent over, he caught a glimpse of her
bare crotch beneath her dress and experienced an involuntary erection. Mistress
noticed everything, and this did not escape her attention.

"What are you thinking about Andy?" she asked with false sweetness. He trembled
nervously, afraid to tell her the truth. If you lie to me, I'll find out."

He knew she had her ways of torturing the truth out of him and decided it was
better to be honest. "I saw your pussy," he whispered. "It made me hard." He
closed his eyes and waited for her response. He was surprised when nothing
happened.

"Don't worry," she said, noting his relieved look. "I'm saving it for later.
Now push yourself up."

He used his arms to help lift his body so that she could suspend him from the
bar. He hung upside down, the blood rushing to his head. She stood on a chair
next to him, holding a very large enema bag. She slid the long plastic tube
into his rectum, and he groaned as she filled him with the warm water. Until
she released him, he would be forced to hold the liquid. Adrina had never given
him an enema before, but she was treating him like the filthy beast he
emulated. After 15 minutes, Andy's bowels were cramping and he begged her to
let him down. The blood continued flowing into his head, and Adrina said she
hoped it would help him think "better." Five minutes later, she let him down
and gave him permission to use the bathroom. He ran down the hall and relieved
himself with an explosion, as the water purified his system. Shortly after,
Adrina entered the bathroom, completely naked, holding a pair of interlocking
cuffs. She ran the water until it was to her liking and ordered him to join
her. "Get on your knees, facing me." He was at eye level with her bushy cunt,
and the smell of her arousal filled his nostrils. Suddenly he felt something
even warmer than the water sliding down his chest to his scrotum and realized
it was coming from his mistress. "Thank me for cleaning you with my piss slut
puppy. That's how dirty you are."

"Thank you Mistress." He knelt down and kissed her feet.

"I want you to clean my whole body with your tongue. Don't stop until you've
licked every orifice and every crevice." He started with her manicured toes,
licking and sucking each one. Adrina leaned back against the wall, resting her
arms on the water knobs, which were halfway up the shower. He licked the soles
of her dainty feet, her smooth heels and ankles. Then he ran his tongue up and
down the calf of each leg, and her thighs. She planted one leg on the soap dish
to give him access to her most private areas. He licked her curly pubic hair,
grimacing as little hairs found their way into his mouth. Still he kept
licking. She turned around to give him access to her bottom, and he licked its
round, unblemished surface. He thrust his tongue into her crack and tongue-
fucked her anus. When she moaned, his cock grew hard and he willed it to soften
before she turned around. He ran his tongue up her spine to her neck, and
licked her back thoroughly. Then she turned, to give him access to the front
again. His moist tongue probed her ears, until it annoyed her and she stopped
him. He continued down her neck and to her shoulders. She even raised her arms
so he could lick beneath them. He paused at her breasts, unsure of her desires,
and she pulled his head forward, indicating that he should clean them too. His
mouth was starting to tire, but he eagerly caressed her small round breasts
with his tongue and licked at the erect nipples. He lingered nowhere, but
licked her thoroughly, trailing down to her navel and finally back between her
legs. She parted her labia, spreading the lips wide, and he devoured her with
his tongue. She sighed softly as he made his tongue go rigid and thrust it
inside her. She started to rock against his lips and pulled his mouth to her
clit. She held his head close against her, and with the water cascading down
her body and into his face, he could hardly breathe. Still he licked as she
ground herself against him, gyrating her hips like a belly dancer. When she
came, he felt the cream gush from her body and into his mouth.

Then she was through with him and pushed him away, but not before observing his
massive arousal. "Stand up," she ordered and he complied. She switched places
with him and turned him to face the wall. Raising his hands above his head, she
cuffed him, interlocking the cuffs over the shower head so that he could not
free them. "You need to cool down," and laughing, she stepped out of the
shower. She turned the water to cold and left it there, cascading down his
brown hair and muscular, bronzed body. She watched him shiver and shake.

"Please Mistress, I'm freezing!" he begged. She looked down at his shriveled
penis and shrunken sac and smiled. "Not such a big man now, are we?"

He shook his head.

"You're getting water on the floor," she said and closed the shower curtain.
"I'll be right back," she said. "I think I hear someone at the door."

Adrina dressed and went downstairs to welcome her visitor. Returning to the
bathroom, she turned off the water. Andy's lips were blue, and she worried that
perhaps she had left him to freeze for too long. She helped him out of the
shower and dried him roughly with the towel. Then she threw his harness at him
and told him to dress. The black leather straps went over his shoulders and
around his chest, the ends connected to a silver ring in the middle. She
fastened his collar and leash about his neck and blindfolded him, making sure
the elastic fit snugly and that he could not peek. She then led him from the
bathroom into the dungeon.

In the dungeon, she tied his hands together in front of him and pushed him over
the back of a large, stuffed chair. She used a spreader bar to separate his
feet and tied them to the chair legs. This was the position she liked to use
when she fucked him with her strap-on; after dressing him like a woman, she
liked to stand behind him and violate his ass. She made him beg for it, despite
the fact that he found it painful. His only pleasure in the act was that it
pleased her. She liked the feeling of control over men it instilled in her. He
braced himself for her onslaught, but this was not her intention today. Once
she had him secure, she removed the blindfold. He was stunned to see a man in
the room, naked except for leather chaps and black boots, a bullwhip coiled on
his hip.

"This is my friend Jon, slut puppy. Say hello to Jon."

In his mind he made a connection between Jon and his position over the chair
and shuddered. "Mistress, don't do this, please! I beg you."

She slapped his ass with her bare hand, leaving a red imprint. "I'll do
whatever I damn well please. Jon, show Andy what you can do."

Jon unwound the bullwhip and lashed it at a piece of raw meat that had been
placed on a table in front of Andy. He watched in fear as the whip sliced
through the meat. He adored his mistress and wanted to serve her, but he was so
afraid. "Jon, whip him." Jon's voice was deep and warm. "With pleasure," he
replied. Andy screamed as the first stroke hit his back. His skin had started
to warm, but the whip made it burn. Jon was experienced enough to keep Andy's
skin intact, but the lashes were loud and strong. Then Andy's mistress knelt
down between his legs and said "Come on slut puppy. Tell your mistress to suck
your cock." He was grunting in pain and could barely mutter the words but
managed a weak "Suck me." She closed her lips around his member and swirled her
tongue around the head. He was acutely aware of one of her nipples pressing
into his thigh. After about five more cracks of the whip, Adrina stopped
sucking Andy's cock, which had grown rigid and was nearing orgasm despite the
agony of the whip. Mistress indicated that Jon should cease. She stood behind
Andy and traced the dark red welts with her fingernail. "These will last
awhile," she said. "I hope you think about them the next time you want to get
your rocks off on my photo."

"I have something to show you, but first." She picked up a male chastity belt
with a ball spreader. She fit this around his cock and locked it tightly in the
leather sheath. An anal plug fit snugly in his ass, and the ball spreader
pushed his now engorged balls far apart. From a small ring, she hung some heavy
lead weights, and he whimpered at the feeling of his balls being stretched.
"Now I'm going to show you what boys who behave get."

She bent over and licked Jon's thick, long pole, which grew bigger with every
stroke of her tongue. "Oh, look how wet that made me slut puppy," and she came
over to him, spreading her cunt lips in front of his face. He could see them
glistening with moisture and her clit was pushing its way between the folds of
skin covering it. She walked over to Jon and started kissing him, licking his
lips with her talented tongue. Then she lifted her dress and got on her hands
and knees. "Give it to me Jon," she said. Jon eagerly complied, and Andy
watched jealously as Jon filled his mistress with that unbelievably large
phallus. His mistress rocked back and forth, her breasts jiggling, the nipples
rubbing against the floor. "Mm, harder!" she demanded. Beads of perspiration
appeared on Jon's brow, and he worked furiously to fill her to the hilt. His
balls slapped against her tight ass and he ran his nails lightly down her back.
Their bodies slammed together viciously, for Adrina was a passionate woman.
Suddenly Adrina cried out, and Andy recognized the sound of her orgasm. Her
body shook from head to toe, and he could imagine her cunt contracting around
Jon's amazing cock.

Andy was angry at himself, because he could have been the one fucking her and
pleasing her. She motioned for Jon to stop, and although he had not cum, he
complied. She led him over to Andy, who was still bent over the chair. As if
they had a prior arrangement, Jon fell to his knees on the chair in front of
Andy's face. "You wanted my cream slut puppy. Lick it off of this nice big
cock," his mistress commanded. Andy had never been intimate with men before and
he was simultaneously aroused and repulsed by the thought. He started to open
his mouth, but could not bring himself to do it.

"Let me help you. I'm going to spank you until you tell me how much you want to
suck my come juice from Jon's dick." True to her word, Adrina stood behind him
and began whacking his naked ass with her bare hand. She worked out regularly
and was strong, and her spankings hurt. His ass was on fire and glowed red, and
soon he was spinning dizzily into sub-space. Wanting only to obey her, he
leaned forward and took Jon's meat into his mouth. Despite his earlier
objection, he found himself stirring. Jon pinched Andy's small nipples as he
slid in and out of his mouth. Mistress had often forced Andy to suck her strap-
on, usually after she fucked him, so he was not completely without experience.
He felt Adrina's hand unbuckling his cock from its now very tight imprisonment.
"Make him come for me, slut puppy. I want to lick his come from your mouth."
Adrina began to stroke Andy with a firm grip, her other hand pulling gently on
the weights attached to his testicles.

"Unhh!" Jon exclaimed and shot his load into Andy's mouth. The nastiness of
what he was doing, coupled with his mistress's ministrations, compelled Andy to
spray the back of the chair with white gobs of come.

Mistress stood before him and licked the come from his mouth. He delighted in
her attention but felt used and degraded. Adrina knew he would be angry with
her, although he would try not to let it show. She decided to give him a
"cooling off" period. After untying him from his bonds, she led him to his
cage. She brought in a bowl of water for him to drink from and he drank
thirstily, trying to erase the taste of Jon's semen. "I'll be back for you in a
bit," she said and stroked his hair. "Get some rest."

After an hour, she came into the room. "I sent Jon home," she said. He nodded.
"Do you understand why I had to be so harsh with you?" she asked.

"I think so," he said. "But it still hurts."

"I understand," she replied. "I just can't have a submissive who seems to think
of me as a sexual object, for his selfish pleasure. I want someone who is there
for MY pleasure. You were looking at my picture and fantasizing about me like I
was some cunt in a Penthouse spread."

He sighed. "You're right, Mistress. I'll never be so disrespectful again."

"I have something for you." she said mysteriously. He looked up at her, still
in his cage. "Why don't you come out and see?" she asked. He came out of the
cage then and she hugged him.

From behind her back, she brought out the red silk panties. "I want you to have
these," she said. "You earned them."

He blushed and took the panties from her hand. "I promise not to use them to,
well, you know." She caressed him with her hands. "I know," she said, smiling.
"Why don't you get dressed, and I'll take you to dinner." He smiled back and
bent down to shower her booted feet with kisses.

"Thank you Mistress, for training me on how to serve you."

"My pleasure," she said, emphasizing the word "my" and went to her room to
dress for dinner.

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