My sub lives hundreds of miles from me. I only get use of him maybe a couple of nights a months. So in the time between, I like to mess with him from afar.
A couple weeks ago, I made him wear some nice soft silk panties to his job. He works at a male dominated work place. Hard work, sweaty guys and one man in panties. To look at him you wouldn't think anything, but I know he is a my little slut underneath.
After he was told to wear my panties to work, he thanks me. Telling me he feels naughty. Before getting off the phone with my bitch, I made sure to warn him about the panty strings. They do have a tendency to ride up, so he was told to be very careful.
It made me wet thinking of him at work. Around all his alpha male friends, wearing a whore's panties. It made me smile.
Later that night, I called him. When he answered I knew something was wrong, something was bothering him.
"What's wrong little bitch? Did you not have a good day at work?"
"No Mistress, I did not."
Making him tell me of his day, he does. The one thing I warned him of had happened. He had been caught, someone had seen his pink strings. I am not quite sure how it happened, but he had been busted by several of his buddies at work. My voice told him I warned him and I felt bad that he had been found out.
In my mind, I found it hilarious. Here this big man's stands, hard, solid and sexy. Wearing my pink silk panties. I could see him in my mind's eye, sitting there embarrassed and ashamed. Face red, absolutely mortified.
"Do you regret Mistress' request?"
"No, Ma'am, I am honored to wear your panties, honored to please you in anyway that I can."
"You have pleased me, Mistress is happy with you."
"Thank you Ma'am."
"You will continue to wear panties, red ones tomorrow."
"Thank you Ma'am."
Next time he came down, he was told to arrive exactly at 8pm. He was ordered to be fully shaved, wearing panties with a smile on his face. What had started as just panties, I was going to take it to another level tonight.
I choose to go a little more formal that night. I put on my long black dress. Silk to the touch, matching the panties on below. Dark tan thigh highs held up by black garter belts. Hair down, long flowing past my waist. Light makeup, pink lip gloss accentuating their fullness.
Hearing him pull up, I re-enter the kitchen to pour some wine. Taking a few sips, setting it down. Opening the door to his slight knock.
As always, he looks gorgeous. Never tiring of him, I quickly whisk him in the door.
"If I may say, you look wonderful Mistress."
"I know."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Come give your Mistress a kiss on her cheek. Show her you care."
He looks in my eyes, slowly walking up to me. He presses a light kiss to my cheek. Stepping back immediately.
"Did you obey your Mistress and do what I asked?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Show me, strip."
Looking down, he starts to unbutton his pants. I start to tap my leather boots, hastening his undressing.
"Is Mistress supposed to wait all night for you boy?"
"No. Ma'am, sorry."
Quickening his pace, pulling the pants off of him. I reach up, grabbing his button down. Ripping it off, buttons flying. I place my hand on his chest, nice and smooth with a recent razor. Pushing the sleeves of his shoulders, I go for his panties. He is already hard and rigid inside of them. His dick head pushing up through the top of the panties. From the underwear, I can tell he is shaved smooth. Pleased, I grab him hard with my hand. Cupping it in my palm, his head going back.
"Does that feel good bitch. My hands on your unworthy cock?"
"Oh God yes, Ma,am."
I slap him across his face hard, neck snapping up quickly. He looks at me confused, unsure of his offense.
"Do you think Mistress is here to please you?"
"No, Ma'am," hanging his head. Embarrassed at his lack of control. He knows better than to show such pleasure until he is allowed.
I walk around him, inspecting his body. He was instructed to shave everything, save head and eyebrows. As I pass his rear, I notice a long strip of hair that was missed on his calf and up to his thigh. I start tapping my heel on the tile.
"What is this bitch? Can you not handle a simple request? Take them off now!"
"Ma'am?"
I bend down yanking several hairs out of the back thigh close to his knees. Feeling him wince, I stand back up. He hurries to pull the silk panties off.
"I am sorry Ma'am. I did not want to be late and I was rushing."
"Are you giving me excuses boy?"
I smack him hard against his ass, leaving a perfect hand print on his left cheek.
"Mmm, doesn't that look nice."
I rub the offended flesh softly. Tracing my hand print with a slight finger. I could feel his body shivering, anticipating.
"Assume the position, now."
As he got on all fours, I walked to the other side of the house. Retrieving the razor and cream from the bathroom, stopping to get a towel from the linen closet. Back in the kitchen, I walk around him on the floor, wetting the towel with warm water. Filling a small metal bowl with cold water, dropping several ice cubes in the water. Setting it to the side on the counter, going to stand over my sub. Taking my boot tip, stepping on his outstretched fingers. Applying pressure to make their tips dark red. His breath escapes him, loving it.
"Since you can not do a simple task, you have forced me to do it myself. You had better hope that I do not stain my beautiful dress on you."
Pressing a small amount of shave cream in my hand, razor and towel in other hand.
"Stretch your left leg back, so your Mistress can finish your inadequate job."
Stretching his leg back, setting his balls further in my view from behind. I reach and grab his balls hard, pulling them back. Making them kiss his ass, releasing to let them jiggle back in place. Lining the cream down the offensive strip, Slowly following with the sharp razor. Agonizingly slow, holding his breath as the cold steel drags his skin. Little intake of breath as I pass higher. Taking the wet towel to wipe the strip clean.
"Return to your rightful position on all fours."
Bending his leg back in, he sits there waiting. Putting the razor and towel in to the sink. I pick up the now very cold bowl. Condensation dripping steadily off of it. I place it slowly on his back, dead center. He bucks a little to the cold, his back arching. One drop spills on to his back.
"You are to stay still you little bitch. You have already dropped some!"