Message-ID: <1978eli$9707091152@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: goldcort@ix.netcom.com (Pinky) Subject: PANTIES ON HIS MIND (Ch 1 & 2) -- FD, MC/hyp, FETISH/panty Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.femdom,alt.sex.fetish.panty,alt.sex.fetish.sleepy Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <5puplm$b0g@dfw-ixnews3.ix.netcom.com> WARNING: "Panties on his Mind" is a fictional work containing graphic sexual material, and must not be read by anyone under the age of 18. If you are under 18, or if you are offended by such material, you are commanded by the Goddess of Reasonableness to stop reading immediately. Those who continue reading do so at their own risk, and (hopefully) for their own pleasure. This story was written in 1991 by Pinky (before he WAS Pinky), and is copyrighted June 1997 by SFM. All rights are reserved. The right to reproduce this story in print and on electronic archives is hereby granted on a limited basis by the author, provided (1) access to it is provided free of charge, (2) no changes are made to any of the text, and (3) this disclaimer is prominently displayed in its entirety at the beginning. Any resemblance of the characters and events depicted in this story to any real people and events is unintentional, coincidental and extremely amusing. Any comments or questions regarding "Panties on his Mind" (FEMDOM, MC/hyp, FETISH/panty) should be sent directly to Pinky, at goldcort@ix.netcom.com, a fairly permanent email address. Thank you for your patronage. Please come again. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Panties on his Mind (by Pinky) CHAPTER 1 I pity all you ladies out there who don't know how easy it can be to win the total devotion of your men. I also pity all you men out there who don't know the deep joy that can be attained by devoting yourselves to the w omen in your lives. But I've learned a thing or two that I'd like to pass on to you all, just in case it might bring a bit more happiness and contentment into your ordinary lives. My secret developed quite by accident, one day when I found my boyfriend in the bathroom sneaking sniffs of my dirty underwear. I think he must have forgotten to lock the door; either that, or he must have secretly want ed me to catch him and learn about his private little game. To this day, I still don't know which it was. Anyhow, I drifted into the bathroom early one morning after one of our marathon sessions of lovemaking, and there he was lying on his back holding the crotch of a pair of my soiled panties to his nose, moaning to himself how he wanted to bury himself in my lovely feminine scent. I remained out of sight, and apparently he did not notice my presence. I stayed there just long enough to watch him jerk off; he came violently, even after he' d shot his load several times in bed with me the previous night! I closed the door quietly and drifted back to the bedroom, thinking about what I had seen. He must have heard me, I thought, but he hadn't even looked up, let alone did he interrupt his humble act of worship to speak to me. Needless to say, I had a lot to think about before he got himself cleaned up and came back to bed. What was so special about my panties? Why had he never mentioned his interest in them before? And how could he ha ve been so absorbed in their aroma that he didn't even notice me stumble into the bathroom? When he finally came back to bed, I was ready for him. I didn't have any answers to my questions, but I did have a plan of action. I had taken off the panties I was wearing (the same panties I had worn while we had bee n making love that previous night!), and concealed them in my left hand. "How was your trip to the bathroom, my love?" I whispered to him with a smile as he stretched out beside me on the bed. He looked me in the eye and said "You ought to know, honey. You were there." I put my free hand on his crotch and gently started licking his ear. "You must love me a whole big bunch, baby. You even love my pretty little panties!" He sighed. I slid my other hand (holding the panties) around behind him, and clasped the crotch of my panties against his nose. "Does that smell nice to you, my love?" He sighed again, even more deeply, and smiled as if he was in heaven. "Mmmm, I'm glad," I replied gently. "You know it's important to me that you like everything about me. I know you love my voice, the way I look, the way I dance and make love, and so many other things about me. But no w I know you also love the sweet feminine perfume of my panties." He reached up and put his hand over mine, to hold my panty crotch more firmly against his nose. At the same time, he thrust his crotch against my other hand, to intensify the friction down there. I gently squeezed his balls, and felt his penis enlarge in my hand as I did so. I could tell my plan was already working. "I want so much to make you happy, my big, strong man," I whispered to him lovingly. "Tell me how much you love my panties, if their smell really means anything to you." As I said that, I quickly pulled the prize away from his nose and reached for his lips with mine. I managed to cover his mouth before any words could escape. I stuck my tongue inside his mouth and moved it around, as I intensified my massage of his ever hardening cock. As I moved my mouth away, I again asked him to tell me how much he loved the smell of my panties. But before he could answer me, I covered his nose and mouth with the crotch of my panties again. He moaned again, and made no effort to escape my delicate trap. "Do you love me?" I asked in a very soft voice, without moving the panties away. He nodded weakly. "Do you love my pussy?" I asked, in an even softer, more feminine voice. He nodded again, and moaned helplessly. "Do you love everything about me, including my most intimate feminine smells?" He nodded again, continuing to moan and move his crotch. "Do you love me enough that you would pledge your devotion to the service of my pussy, and all my feminine needs?" I whispered even more gently, right into his ear. He kept nodding and moaning, and trying to push his face and crotch up against each of my hands. I continued this treatment for a few more minutes, until he was on the verge of coming. Then, I let up just a bit. "Tell me," I whispered, "just how much you love me." I pushed my panties against his nose again, and pulled them away. "Tell me just how much you want and need my pussy to sniff and smell and lick. Tell me what you'll do for me if I let you satisfy your need for my most intimate feminine perfume." He pulled my panties back to his face, but began to speak softly while continuing to inhale their fragrance. "I have always loved your femininity, the heart of your female soul. I long to be consumed by you, to be at your mercy, to be of service to you, and to help satisfy your most intimate feminine needs. "Your panties carry the lovely combination of scents which prove your true femininity. Your pussy and your asshole aromas are like heaven to me. I will do anything for you, my wonderful female queen, if only you will l et me smell your pussy and asshole from time to time." With that, I put my hand back on his crotch; and having removed my panties from his face, I promptly seated myself there. I firmly positioned his nose between the cheeks of my ass, and his lips next to the lips of my no w dripping pussy. After wiggling my hips a bit to make sure I was in proper position, I leaned back and said "If you really meant what you said, start licking and kissing, and don't stop until I tell you." Well, I the whole day went on like this, and I enjoyed every minute. It was quite divine, and I (we) wouldn't have wanted it any other way. It was the only possible way to top what we'd done the night before, and boy d id we ever top it! I'd used the remote control all day, watching my favorite sitcoms, soap operas and talk shows, knowing he was helpless to stop me. I even called a few of my girlfriends to tell them about my new position as Panty Queen. I made sure to call in sick for my boyfriend, who was too busy to stop for anything. Too bad his boss didn't know the real reason my boyfriend couldn't call in for himself: he had his tongue buried to the root inside my delicious wet pussy, and he was completely unable and unwilling to think about anything else! Since that special day of awakening, I learned so well how to make use of his flourishing need for me. Thanks to my careful guidance, he fell deeper and deeper under my spell. He lost the ability to be dishonest or disobedient to me, as my power over him became far too strong. Any time I wanted to get the truth out of him, or whenever I wanted something from him, I'd just hold a pair of my di rty panties up to his nose and tell him to breathe deeply. (Actually, I hardly had to tell him any more, since by then it was pretty much an instinctive reaction -- he was so well trained!) He'd start taking those long, deep breaths, and after a couple moments his eyes would begin to close, and he'd hold his hands on top of mine to press my panty crotch closer to his nose. Then I'd run my fingers through his hair, and tell him what a good little boy he is. "Yes, you like smelling my panties," I'd tell him softly. "You can't resist the perfume of my pussy, can you my darling?" He'd nod his head weakly. "What do you say to me for letting you smell my fragrant panties?" He'd offer a muffled "thank you" from behind the panties. I'd pull them away and say "Again? I didn't quite hear you." Then he'd say "Thank you for letting me smell your lovely feminine perfume," as he instinctively pulled the panties back to within reach of his nostrils. This is when I had him most under my spell. And this is when I made him confess his secrets to me, or agree to do things for me. He was most willing to cooperate at these times, perhaps even unaware that he simply had no will at all to resist me. I'm sure at these times he was completely satisfied telling me whatever I want to hear, and had no desire at all to deceive me or disobey my wishes. "It's almost like self-hypnosis," I began thinking to myself, "where he himself wants to be put into a trance, and I'd merely provide my soft voice and my fragrant panties for him to focus on so he can relax." As I performed this little ritual more and more, it began to occur to me that there was more to this than mere eroticism. When I started to connect what I was doing to self-hypnosis, I started doing some serious researc h. I began reading books on hypnosis, and I listened to some of those self-help tapes they have, which are designed to induce hypnotic trances. I listened to the wording, the background music, and the tone of voice. I tried to see if I could use any of these techniques more methodically, perhaps to increase my hold on him even more. You see, my boyfriend did have a tendency to be irresponsible about some things, and I figured he could do a lot worse than to have me take charge. My experiment went so well, I decided to keep it up. As I write this memoir, he's so completely addicted to me that I know he'll never be able to break free. My spell over him has gotten so strong, that he's hypnotize d to happily obey my soft sweet voice whenever I so much as sigh. He's put completely under my spell every time he gets a tiny whiff of my pussy, and he doesn't have the slightest notion why he just can't resist me any m ore. He doesn't want to! I recently put into practice a regular series of treatment sessions for my boyfriend, which I repeat every Monday morning before breakfast. It's had the most wonderful effect on him, and it's brought us so much closer t ogether! Here's how it goes... As he's waking up in the early morning hours, I remove the panties I slept in and hold them gently against his nose. I lean over and whisper into his ear, telling him just to take a few deep breaths and relax. I tell h im to smell the lovely fragrance, and to listen to my soft voice. "Relax, my handsome man," I whisper. "You feel yourself drifting, slowly drifting away. Breathe deeply through your nose, and just relax. With each breath you take, you sink deeper and drift farther. You are relaxing more and more with each breath, becoming weaker and weaker. You love my feminine scent, and you will keep on inhaling it, as you drift pleasantly away. "With each breath you take, you become weaker, and relax more. Yes, now you are so weak you can hardly think. Your thoughts are fuzzy, and all you can focus on are the scent of may panties and the sound of my voice. Y ou can hear my voice clearly, but you are too weak to respond. Your body is totally weak, and your will is leaving you as you continue to relax more and more. Relax more and more. Totally weak, totally relaxed. "Now you have no will of your own. You can only hear my voice, and smell the sweet scent of my pussy on my panties. My panties control you, and my voice is the voice of my panties. You are completely under the spell o f my panties, you cannot resist them. You find you no longer want to resist them, you want them to control you. It feels pleasant, satisfying. You like that my panties control you, and that my voice controls you. You are happy, relaxed, and under my complete control. "Relax and go deeper. Relax some more, as you keep breathing deeply, inhaling the lovely scent you have given yourself over to. "Your will is gone completely, and you will obey my voice without hesitation. My voice sounds to you like your own inner voice, and you want to let yourself be guided by that voice. "Can you hear me?" I ask, just to be sure I'm on the right track. "Just nod if you can." He nods slowly, so that the crotch of my panties remains positioned right on his nose. "Now I want you to listen carefully, my darling little man. I want you to follow the instructions I am about to give you. Do you understand?" Again, he nods. "Later on, when you wake up, you will not remember our little session here this morning. But what you will remember is that you are completely addicted to my female smells. Whenever you smell my panties, my pussy, my a rmpits or even my asshole, you will become weak, too weak to pull yourself away. As you continue to smell them, you will become still weaker, until you are so weak you will become my willing servant. You will lose inter est in your own personal concerns, whatever they may be, and you will turn your attention immediately to satisfying my needs and desires. Is that clear?" He nods once more. "And you are very happy with this arrangement, aren't you?" He nods and smiles, taking another deep breath of my panty scent. "Good. Whenever you smell my panties, my pussy, my armpits or my asshole, you will find your own will begins to slip away. It will continue slipping away, until my voice and my smells fill your senses, as if they are c oming from deep inside you. You will obey my voice as if it were the true voice of your own inner self. My voice will be the most important thing in the world to you, and obeying the thoughts I give you will be your str ongest desire. You will want what my voice tells you to want, do what my voice tells you to do. You will have no other needs and desires than those given to you by my voice. Is that clear, my precious little boy?" He nods again, peacefully. "And you want it this way, don't you? It gives you great pleasure and satisfaction to be in my service, smelling my scent and obeying my voice. You will allow yourself to feel pleasure only when you have pleased me, bu t the pleasure you will feel is much greater than you've ever felt before. Isn't that right?" He nods again and smiles, and a slight sigh makes its way out. "Okay, now keep breathing deeply. I am going to put you through a little test." I reposition myself so that I'm facing his feet, and my crotch and ass come down squarely on his face. I wiggle a little bit, until I am completely comfortable. His mouth and nose are now perfectly placed inside of my c rack, and all he can see, smell and feel are my pussy and ass. I wiggle some more, just to be sure the fit is perfect. With my hands on his torso, I lean over and kiss his limp dick. "Now, I want you to begin French kissing me, and don't stop until I tell you to stop. And as you kiss me, I want you to show me how much you really love me." He reaches his hands around my tush, pulls my crotch against his face, and darts his tongue around inside me. The passion with which he kisses and licks me now is far more exciting and energetic than any oral sex I've e ver had before, with him or anyone else. He reaches his tongue deeper inside me, scooping out my juices like a starving man, and brushing my love button each time he moves to swallow. Each time, his tongue goes deeper, and each time, I'm feeling more aroused than before. I ride him like a bronco! I press myself harder onto his lips and nose, trying not to bruise him but wanting his tongue to keep reaching deeper and deeper. Finally I reach my climax, one of the most amazing experiences I've ever had, sexual or o therwise. After riding his face through to my last eruption, I collapse on top of his sweaty body. I look over to see a smile on his face, and bend back down to kiss his soft penis. "Thank you, my precious little boy," I tell him. "You have obeyed well, and you deserve a reward." With that, I get up from atop his face, and with my hand softly holding his penis I give him a passionate kiss on the lips. "I am very happy now," I tell him. "You have pleased me very much. Does this make you happy?" I ask him. A smile overtakes his face, and his penis suddenly gets very hard. With his eyes still closed, he nods. "When I count down from three, you will awaken ready for your morning routine. You will not remember our session this morning, however. You will only remember your addiction to my lovely feminine smells, as I told you earlier, and the effect they have on you. He looks so innocent and vulnerable at this moment, before I awaken him. His broad smile, my juices all over his face, and even a little bit of brown on his nose (oops!). It is so hard for me to release him, but the on ly reason I do so is because I know how easy it will be for me to get him the next time. "One more thing before I awaken you," I continue. "You will spend the day with an inner happiness, knowing how happy I am to have you loving me. No problem, no matter how big it seems to be, will shake your feeling of inner contentment. You will be productive all day, and all week, confident in your ability and in the value of your work. "And if anyone asks you why you never lose your cool, just tell them it is because you are devoted to the most wonderful woman a man could ever have. Maybe some day you can bring them home to meet me, and I'll offer the m some of my special words of encouragement. "Now I will count down from three, and you will awaken. Three, two, one - Awaken." And as he opens his eyes, I stretch and yawn and look at him. I kiss him on the lips and tell him he must have overslept just a bit, and that he'd better hurry if he wants to make it to work on time. "No problem," he says with a grin, as he bounces eagerly out of bed and into the shower, ready to face the day. END of Chapter 1 CHAPTER 2 I had no difficulty in getting my boyfriend to marry me once I noticed how well my "treatments" worked on him. Each time I gave him one, he became more pliable, more cooperative, and each time my hold over him seemed to grow more complete. After a few months, I think he was totally mine in every way, and had no thoughts of his own that did not include me. I had no desire to mess up his life, however, since my plans depended on us living and loving happily and successfully together. His total devotion to me seemed like a dream come true, and if I used it right then we cou ld both have what we wanted. My goal was simply to make him happy while making myself happy, and to see our financial and social status continue to improve. He would get what he wanted, namely the opportunity to serve a nd satisfy me, and the deepening knowledge that his life had real purpose. I would get the pleasure of knowing that his purpose in life would be to see to my happiness. My next task was to see how much I could use my techniques to help him in his career. I'd given him lots of confidence at work, and lots of motivation to get things done. But his salary was still dependent on his boss. He was a stingy, divorced middle-aged man who knew talent when he saw it but didn't give raises or promotions unless his back was up against the wall. Well, I had to think up a way to get him, and make him give my husband the promotion I knew he deserved. It was too risky to just have my husband threaten to quit, even though it might have worked. I wanted to play it safe and keep my husband within the same company, since they did after all offer excellent benefits. Besides, with almost 16 years at that company, only a few more years would qualify my husband for early retirement. I decided to try to get to know his boss myself, and see if I could think of a way to get him to give my husband the recognition he deserved. I began by going to the company health spa around the same time in the aftern oon that he was known to go. I'd dress in flirty exercise outfits, and make sure he could see plenty of my cute legs and ass. I'd occasionally try to do my stretches right in front of him, without being obvious. A few times I "accidentally" bumped up against him with my ass, to get his attention. After several weeks of this treatment, he eventually began to notice me, and my trap was ready to be set. I caught his eyes taking long, l eisurely looks at my lower half, and I gleefully witnessed an increasingly common bulge in his shorts. One day I casually walked up to him and asked him if he was the division chief, and he said yes, he was. I introduced myself and told him who my husband was, and asked him if he'd like to come over for dinner one evenin g after work. We made plans, and everything was arranged. When the day came, my husband was called out of the office earlier in the afternoon by me, on an "emergency" I had schemed up. My husband had to leave, supposedly to go to his parents' place due to his father falling su ddenly ill. Actually, I just called him home, and had him go to sleep in the basement while I planned to have my fun with his boss. My prospective dinner guest must have called several times to try to cancel our dinner, but I had turned off the answering machine and stopped picking up the phone. The trap was now set, and he had no option but to come over as scheduled, to see if dinner was still on. At 6:00pm, he came knocking on the door, and I answered it in my exercise clothes. I had been working out for the last half hour, so I expect my body odor was pretty strong. He looked at me twice and wasn't sure what t o say. He began to stutter out something about not being sure dinner was on, and having tried to call he thought he's drop by to see. "I'm sorry I caught you in the middle of your work-out," he said. I knew he wasn't sorry, but I told him "Thank you anyway for coming by. I'm sure my husband will be home before too long. Would you like to come in and have a drink?" He shrugged as he discretely looked me up and down, and said "Well I really shouldn't, but the truth is I haven't anything planned for the evening." So I got him a drink, and as he sipped it down I finished my workout. Like at the spa, I made sure he saw plenty of my ass and legs, taking every opportunity to wiggle my behind in the direction of his face. I noticed the bulge in his pants after a few minutes, cueing me to begin phase two. I turned to him and said "I'll be done really soon, once I finish my stretching and cool-down. Then we can sit down and talk. Thanks for being so incredibly patient." (I figured I could do a little ass-kissing myself at this point, considering what I had planned for HIM!) As I finished up my stretches, I noticed his eyes virtually glued to my crotch and ass, although he tried to look away whenever I looked up and smiled at him. The rhythmic music, the drink, my sexy movements and my femi nine body odors filling the room all must have combined to provide an irresistible temptation for this simple man. When I finished, I went into the bathroom to change. I took off my smelly panties and put them on a clothesline we have hanging above the toilet. I then threw on a pair of nude pantyhose, a cute pink mini-dress, and ma tching high heel pumps. I came out and walked across the room in front of him to get myself a drink, but noticed his was empty. "You look great!" he couldn't stop himself from saying, almost gasping at my appearance. "Thank you, I'm very flattered. Can I get you a refill?" I asked in a very sweet voice. "Yes, please," he responded, continuing to look me up and down. "And while you're doing that, do you mind if I use your bathroom?" "Of course not," I said with a smile, knowing what temptation awaited him. My plan was working perfectly. I got our drinks and paused in though for a moment. I set them down next to where he had been sitting, and silently walked over to listen at the bathroom door. I heard some heavy breathing, but no tinkling. At that pr ecise moment, I suddenly knew for certain that my plan was going to work -- the fish had taken the bait! I went back to the sofa and picked up my drink. I crossed my legs very carefully, so my dress would ride up and reveal the full curvature of my sexy thighs. He came out of the bathroom after a flush of the toilet, but I knew that it was just to camouflage what he was secretly doing in there. I held out his drink, and I deliberately recrossed my legs so they'd catch his attention. I was sitting across from him, so with a little luck he might see my crotch the next time I parted my lovely legs. The combinati on of this tease and my circular ankle movements caused his pants to bulge in short order. As we talked, whenever I looked away (and even occasionally when I didn't) his eyes would wander up over my knees, to my thighs, and back down to my pretty feet. I asked him how my husband was doing on the job, and he told me he was performing very well. "That's nice," I said softly. "You know, he has a very special motivation to do well." I added mysteriously. "And what might that be?" he asked curiously. I paused and continued the almost hypnotic rotation of my foot, as I gulped the rest of my drink and motioned for him to do the same. He complied, and I continued. "When he does well, I reward him," I said proudly, like a queen would say about one of her subjects. He looked at me, and when our eyes met, I held his eyes in mine for a moment or two. He could not look away from me for that instant. I whispered, as if for his ears only, "Would you like to know how I reward him?" He gulped, and squeezed out the words "Yes, please." "Well, I'll only tell you if you really want to know," I warned. And with that, I lifted my legs onto the sofa to sit Indian style, innocently exposing my pantyhose covered crotch to him. He snatched a peek and looked back up at me. "Yes," he said. "I'd really like to know. I may be able to use this technique at the office, if it's really that effective." "And you won't tell anybody I told you?" "No, not if you don't want me to." I put my legs back on the floor, slightly spread so he could still see my crotch, and told him to have a seat on the floor in front of me so I could show him. He was half drunk and dizzy from all the teasing, so he didn't think twice about it. He just sat down there looking up at me and said "Yes?" I leaned over and whispered into his ear, "I let him smell my panties." And as the words came out I gently put my hand behind his head and pulled his face into my crotch, challenging what little resistance he had left. I felt him try to pull back, but with the slightest bit of effort I overcame his weak opposition. He took a few deep breaths with his nose nuzzled in my crotch. And then I whispered for him to kiss me, which he did. I held his face against my crotch for about twenty minutes, as I spoke to him in a soothing tone. "Now just relax and breathe deeply through your nose. You are drifting away, out into space, as you smell the heavenly scent of my pussy. Can you hear me?" He nodded. "Good. Now just keep breathing deeply, and relax. You can only hear my voice, as you continue to smell my fragrance and drift farther and farther. You are relaxing very deeply now, very deeply. You are gently driftin g into a deep sleep, as you listen to my sweet voice guide you on your journey. You can only hear my voice now. It is all you can think about as you continue to breathe deeply and drift away. You will listen to my voi ce and you will obey it, won't you?" He nodded weakly, and I kissed him lightly on the forehead. Less than one month later, my husband saw a hefty raise on his next pay check. His boss has become trained to my fragrant panties, just as my husband is. He now knows the reward for satisfying me, and he cannot resist my slightest wish. As with my husband, all I have to do to get my way is hold m y fragrant panty crotch up to his nose and tell him to breathe deeply. Whenever he smells them he becomes my helpless and willing servant. I even gave him several pair of my worn panties to keep in his home, so that I c an call him and put him under my spell by phone. (This comes in very handy!) I don't know what else I can accomplish with my special talent, but I've certainly done well for myself so far. If any men out there have already fallen under my spell, or want to, perhaps you should write me and let me know what you think. What new conquest should I take on? Be careful what you suggest, though -- me and my fragrant panties just might conquer the world! END -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /