PART 1…

The first time I saw her, my cock began to throb. My new lady friend, Miss Robin, was so beautiful. She was magnificent in all ways. She was so strong, firm and controlling. It made my cock stiffen at the mere thought of her. Her long voluptuous legs were encased in black thigh high leather boots. They climbed up her legs to the heaven that waited between. I wanted to be in heaven, and I was determined to get there. Her large magnificent breasts were wrapped in a beautiful maroon silken corset. Her nails were done a sexy blue, long and natural. Her face was that of an angel. Long raven hair fell sweetly on her strong toned shoulders. I was hypnotized by her eyes that held me prisoner with every look. I was sexually aroused in her presence always. A woman that made most men weak in their legs with an intense stare, yet here she was chatting with me. I did not understand it. I could not contemplate it.

“How are you cutie?” She was very direct as she approached me. There was something different about her. “I saw you checking me out, and well it looks like you have a little excitement.” She giggled and made me feel humiliated as I turned to hide the bulge in my pants. She disregarded my hardness as though it were not a big deal. Putting me at ease we talked for a while. “Give me your number,” she demanded as she gently graced my cheek with her sexy blue nails. I scribbled it down on a piece of paper and we said our goodbyes. “You would look good in these pink panties,” she giggled as she turned away and left that ringing in my ears.

I couldn’t get the thoughts of Miss Robin out of my mind. She was so intoxicating. Her beauty was unequivocal to others. She carried herself in such away that it swallowed my essence and very being. I wanted to see her again. I couldn’t wait to talk to her.

The phone had rung early that Friday afternoon. Time had passed since I met Miss Robin. She was so stunning and I thought of her a lot. I had never given much thought of the true entrapment by a beautiful woman, but rather only relished in the pleasures that could be enjoyed in her every touch. I was a strong man and I thought it was my duty to give Miss Robin my cock. I knew that I would find away to seduce her and get her into bed if only she would call me. And, now she had called. She would be my toy before long. A conquest I could brag about. I thought that was the best and only thing a man could give to a woman. Silly me, I didn’t know that was not what she wanted. “Meet me at the mall, sweetie. I want to go shopping and I don’t have anyone to go with. I found your number and remembered you liked watching me dress and I thought perhaps you could help me.” I was dumb founded as her voice was soothing and seductive on the phone, “Yes, what time should I meet you, Miss Robin?”

“In two hours. Meet me in Victoria Secrets . Ok?” She slowly put the image of her in lingerie into my mind and I swallowed hard as my cock grew immensely. I was so turned on and I couldn’t believe this was real.

“Yes, I will leave right now.” I must have sounded like an idiot, she said in two hours, “I mean in a bit, sorry Miss Robin, I look forward to it.”

It began so easily, so slowly. Very suggestive and sexually coerced innuendos filtered into my head constantly. The thought of her, the sound of her voice, and the memory of her contempt spread through every fiber of my body. She had been wicked our past conversation, but always sweet. I knew she had an evil side, and I always wanted to see it. I remember her teasing me about making me wear panties. I began to thicken every where. My arms and legs tingled and my stomach grew butterflies as my head dizzied. It was difficult to know where I was headed. I did not have a passion for fetishes or anything of the like. Or, at least I believed I was a man. I was a man that could not be manipulated into doing things that were sissy. There would never be a falter in this thought. It was simple.

I had arrived at the mall and found my way to Victoria Secrets . Her soft words rang in my ears. “Sweetie, do you like the way these panties look on me.” My mouth dropped, she was gorgeous, and I couldn’t help but drool. Of course, my cock never got soft around her and it was like she had a leash around my dick and if I didn’t want to do something, a tug, and I obeyed.

“Yes, they are so hot. Wow, I want you so bad.” I was a puppy dog in heat, and I needed a firm hand to slow me down and let me realize the man inside of me.

“You are a cutie. Do you think I look ok in these pretty pink panties?” She bent down and showed me the nice shape of her voluptuous ass and legs. I couldn’t believe I was staring into her pussy from behind and she was telling me to.

“Wow, yes Miss Robin, you look hot. I sure would like to see those panties come off though?” I made a playful attempt of seduction, but she just blew it off and changed the thought.

“Perhaps,” she stood for a second and raised her hand to my face and gently held my cheek in her hand, “it is you that would like to try on my pretty pink panties.” She placed a finger against my lips and wiggled out of the panties and got dressed in front of me. I was erect and so horny. She was controlling the situation and I couldn’t say no to that thought. She giggled as the expression on my face was confusion. “It’s ok to want to try on my panties darling. It is actually a manly thing to do.” She probed into my psyche and made me feel a little humiliated. At that moment her phone rang. “What is that, yes I will be right there.” She seemed a little frantic from the call. “Well thanks for the help, babe. Can you give me a ride home?” As she slid her red six inch stiletto heels back on.

“Of course, sweetie, let us go now.” We got in my car and drove. She directed me to where she had to go and funny enough we passed my place. I pointed up to an apartment on the third floor and told her that was where I lived as we drove by. I let her out and we said our goodbyes. As she got up, and left the car, she forgot to grab her bag from the back seat. After she left, I realized it, and I peaked inside the bag. There they were. Her beautiful panties that had been snug against her body now were sitting in my back seat. I couldn’t call her to tell her. I would just have to wait until she called me. After all, she had not given me her number yet.

I couldn’t get the thought of these silk pink panties out of my mind. The nature of my life was under going a transformation. It was the pink panties that drew me in. They were so sexy, and so beautiful. When I got home that afternoon I went to my room and opened the bag Miami had left behind. I was crazed. I could not help it. I had to try on those panties. They drew me in and she teased me, “you would look so cute in these.” I remember her saying. It was her fault she left them on the seat in my car. I decided it would not be wrong. The tag was still on them. And I could smell her fragrance in the crotch from trying them on. I was so aroused and hot I wanted to bathe in her scent. I began to lick the crotch of her panties to taste the very essence of her being. I was dreaming that it was her pussy and I was forced to clean her. I wanted badly to be between her legs and feel her pussy rub me. The next best thing were these panties, it was as close as I could come to being against her pussy. As I pulled them up my legs I felt the soft silkiness rub my thighs. It was impossible to stay soft. My cock jumped as I slid the panties over my hard cock. It felt so good. Mmm…., I dripped pre-cum into the crotch. At that moment the door opened up and there she stood. “What do we have here? You little slut, you stole my panties. Mmmm, you sure are cute in them. Perhaps you have a secret fantasy you sissy boy…Do you?” Her body swayed as she approached me. I could taste my throat getting dry. I felt trapped and manipulated. I could not believe what had happened.

“I’m sorry. You left them in my car.” I was caught red handed looking like a fag. I couldn’t believe it. I was so humiliated. I was a tough guy. I could bench three hundred and fifty pounds at once in my life. I was captain of the soccer team in college. I was not the guy that fantasized about wearing women’s clothing. This was humiliating and I couldn’t get out of it.

“Sweetie, did you really think I left those in your car on accident. I saw you eyeing them. I saw the bulge in your pants. I gave you subtle hints and you ran with them babe. It is ok to feel this way. I won’t tell anyone. Come here.” She reached to me and pulled me close as to comfort me and tell me it was o.k. I was so embarrassed. My cock grew harder as I felt her push against me in her panties. “You do look so cute in these. You would make a very sexy woman.”

“Woah! What?” There was no way I would do such things. Not on my life. I would not relish in this thought. “No way babe, I was, just foo…fool…foolin around, ya know…” I was stuttering like a child caught in a candy jar. “There is no fucking way I would ever be a woman. You are nuts.”

She slapped me with one hand and continued to massage my cock with the other. “Do not raise your voice to me,” she became different, dominant almost as though she were taking me to a new place. Her voice slowly eased back to sweet, “Its ok babe, I think it’s hot. Now stop being so silly. You look good, plus it makes me so hot seeing you like that. You want me hot don’t you! SLUT!!!” Her last word, SLUT ripped through me like a chainsaw through ice. It was cold, but very stern. She went from sweet and soft to wicked and cruel, but sensual all at once. I couldn’t understand how I was feeling this way. Her hands were massaging my bulge through the panties. “See sweetie, it looks like your cock loves being in women’s panties, it’s your mind that just needs some convincing. Doesn’t it?” Her soft eyes batted at me and she squeezed so gently pumping my balls and making me want her so bad.

“Yes, I guess, it is kind of nice.” I couldn’t believe I said that. It came out without any warning. Did I really enjoy it?

“Hahaha,” she laughed at me as though I was a piece of meat. I couldn’t believe it I was being tortured and I was absolutely loving it and hating it. I was in turmoil. “Well sweetie, since you already have on my panties and you are feeling good I was thinking perhaps we could do a couple other things. You are making me so hot babe in those pink panties. I thought perhaps you would like to try some other things on. I brought some with me. Would you?” Her hand continued to rub my cock and massage my balls as she pressed her soft firm breasts against my bare chest and softly kissed my neck with her dark crimson lipstick. I was trapped.

“Wha. Wha. What did you have in mind…” I couldn’t help stuttering. I was trembling on the inside, I was so afraid, but I felt so good at the same time. Is this normal is all I could think. She was so beautiful, and I was under her spell. Her hand continued its torture upon my already stiffened cock. I call it torture because it was coercing me into agreeing into things I had no intentions of ever doing. My body was trembling under her touch and I could feel my head loose consciousness. I was getting dizzy.

“Oh you poor little thing, lets get you to the bed.” She led me by the hand to the bed and sat me down. “You seem a little tipsy. Drink this.” She handed me a cup with something to drink.

“Thank you, this is nice of you.” I drank it down fast.

“You’re cute, a good little girl slut. You look very sexy in my panties. I think that is not where you want to stop though sweetie.” At that moment she picked up a bag she had brought with her. It was filled with all sorts of items.

“You like objectifying woman do you SLUT. Now you are going to be on the receiving end.” Her laughter ripped through me. I didn’t understand. I started to get weak and all of a sudden I blacked out.