Message-ID: <7420eli$9803312030@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: brucejamie@hotmail.com (Jamie B.) Subject: Carla's Panties Chapter 2, (femdom, humil, tg, ts) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories 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: <35223cab.14270670@mail.radixresearch.com> Although inspired by a news story about a hapless employee of Donald Trump's being jailed for four years for stealing a pair of Marla's panties and a pair of high heels this story is a work of fiction and the characters bear no resemblance to actual persons living or dead. It is intended for mature audiences that enjoy male humiliation, feminine domination and cross dressing themes. Later chapters will contain strong sexual encounters. If these things offend you, you are below the age of majority or stories of this kind are against the law in you jurisdiction read no further. Otherwise enjoy.... Carla's Panties by Jamie B. brucejamie@hotmail.com Chapter 2 Surprise she said, holding out her arms, then stopped as she saw my chest and the smile slipped of her face to be replaced with a look of concern and confusion. What have you done. She asked. Susan, we have to sit down and talk. I couldn't think of anything else to say. But what's happened to your chest she persisted as I moved her trough to the living room. Are you hurt? No I'm fine I tried to reassure her. Lets get a drink and I 'll explain everything. You look as if you have grown breasts she said, pouring two drinks, a smile creasing her worried face. I've been fitted with false breasts I admitted. Not sure of how else to tell her. She sagged into the chair opposite as if the air had been let out of her. For god's sake why., pushing my drink across the table towards me. I remembered my fingernails and kept my hands in my pockets for the moment. I have to masquerade as a girl at the party tomorrow. What, she exploded. Peter what is going on? Her voice getting shrill Susan. I confessed. I did something very stupid, and that is the price I have to pay. Its either that or go to jail. I hope you can understand and forgive me. What do I have to forgive, other than you appear to have gone out of your mind. She demanded, her voice as cold as her eyes. Please explain to me what exactly is going on. Susan. I stole some of Mrs. Bridges underwear. Mr. Bridge found out and gave me a choice, go to the party in a dress or go to jail. All our friends will be there she said, rubbing her forehead with the flat of her hands as if she had a sudden headache, we'll be the laughing stock. We'll be finished. I'll never be able to hold my head up again. Susan, you're talking like your mother. After all I'm the one who has to wear the dress. Yes she spat back, angry now, but you are my fiancee and I have to stand beside you while you make a fool of yourself. I really needed that drink and reached across the table. Her eyes flared open as she spotted the false fingernails. What other surprises do you have Peter, she asked her voice flat and drained of emotion. I had a complete body wax. Susan, they insisted on all of this. I had no choice. Next I suppose your going to tell me you have a hair and makeup appointment. Yes I answered, tears of frustration and humiliation welling up in my eyes. I was loosing her by the second and there was nothing I could do. So the picture I get is you making your grand entrance into a circle of our friends and co-workers, your hair done in a bouffant style, false eyelashes and lipstick, a flashy party dress, stockings and high heels. Have I left anything out? I didn't answer. All I could hope was that her anger would run out and we could talk about it calmly, although form the look on her face that seemed unlikely. Perhaps you'd like me to lend you some of my underwear, or have you arranged to borrow some of Mrs. Bridge's? Please Susan, this is getting us nowhere. I agree, she answered, her fury growing. Do you know what shits me Peter? You never stole any of my underwear did you? Did you, she asked again when I didn't answer. No Susan That's damn right. We are supposed to be getting married and your wearing panties stolen from other women. Susan for what its worth I swear to you I didn't put them on. Well your about to make up for lost time aren't you. The tears were flowing freely now for both of us. Getting up she stood over me. You might like to wear this tomorrow she said tugging at her engagement ring. It popped free and she dropped it on the table. Be careful you don't snag it in your nylons dear. With that she walked off. I sat staring through my tears at the ring on the table. A few minutes later she was back. Her tears had gone but not the fury. I'll leave my makeup and nightgown. I'm sure you can make good use of them in your new life. Ignoring my pleas to sit down and talk she turned on her heel and walked away. I head the outer door slam and then nothing but the distant rumble of traffic. It seemed to be a good time to finish my drink and get another or three. Sometime later, I wasn't sure quite when, other than darkness was drawing in, I needed a trip to the bathroom and another bottle of scotch. When I came out of the bathroom something caught my eye and I diverted to the bed. Neatly laid out were the lace underwear I had given Susan for Christmas. Turning on a bedside light I sat on the edge of the bed and read the note she had left on top of the dark lace top stockings. " I was really touched when you bought me this lovely lingerie for Christmas. I have been looking for an opportunity to wear it when you could enjoy taking it off me. Tonight was to be that time. A girl can never have too much nice underwear. I'm sure you will enjoy wearing it more than I can now. Love Susan." Oh god, I cried, the tears flowing freely. This was only the start and I had already lost my fiancee. I felt so sad and alone. Picking up each garment I looked at it with a mixture of sadness and awe. These lacy little nothings held such a strong attraction, but they were going to cost me my life, and nobody seemed to understand or care. Staggering to my feet I threw off all my clothes before pulling the white slip out from under the other garments. I was shocked when it slipped easily over my head, the lace top hugging my breasts snugly. Looking down at my smooth legs peeking out from the wide lace hem I moaned in a combination of ecstasy and fear at the powerful emotions overwhelming me. As I moved about the room the silk garment caressing my skin with every movement, my cock became hard despite my mental resolve to remain unimpressed. With shaking, sweaty hands I manage to ball up a stocking. Sitting on the edge of the bed I slipped it over my toe and gently pulled the gossamer tube up my leg. Standing up after repeating the process with the other stocking, thighs pressed together to hold the stockings in place, I picked up the wispy white lace garterbelt, hitched up the slip and wrapped it around my waist. The process of pulling down each ruffled suspender to the stocking top and attaching the clip hidden behind a dainty length of ribbon felt so feminine and sensuous I thought I might faint. Falling back on the bed I pressed Susan's panties into my face, caressed myself through the slip, drinking in the scent of her femininity and perfume, my mind overloaded with the sensual signals my body was transmitting. Rolling on my back I brought up my legs, slipping my rigid cock between my nylon thighs. Now I could look down and see the feminine me, no cock to ruin the illusion. With a white hot cock that was all it took. Holding my breath I buried the purple tip of my cock in the crotch of Susan's panties enjoying the silky coolness along my shaft. But a moment was all I got. My next movement sent me into an uncontrollable series of body wracking ejaculations, my cum quickly overwhelming the ability of the tiny panties to soak it up. My elation disappeared as fast as my erection. My borrowed underwear was covered in semen, I felt unclean and unworthy. In the bathroom I quickly removed the lingerie and unsure of the effect of water on my new body sponged myself down. Leaving my soiled lingerie on the bathroom floor I went in hunt of the remains of my bottle of scotch. With bottle firmly in hand I made my way into the darkened living room, curled up in the chesterfield and proceeded to drink myself into grateful sad oblivion. To be continued... -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |