The Pin Thong Adventures

Time to go out

It's been a couple of weeks since I first sent you lingerie shopping and in that time you've been regularly presenting yourself to me in a variety of lace, satin and mesh panties. Sometimes they're thongs, other times briefs with bows and ribbons or peek-a-boo panels - you're getting quite the collection! You haven't lost that lovely blush as you reveal them or tell me about a new purchase yet, but I want to get that heart racing a little more today.

You arrive and I let you in as if today is the same as any other afternoon visit. You remove your shoes and socks, strip out of your tshirt and settle at my feet. Seeing you settled there, I decide that I want to get your warmed up first and I bring my own barefoot to your chest and drag my toes down it. Your gaze follows my toes, up and along my legs and up my skirt, before reaching my face. You look a little guilty, knowing I caught your perusal of my body.

I bring my foot up along your cheek and place my toes over your lips - not in your mouth, just ready for you to kiss along my sole. You wait patiently for permission though, looking a little ridiculous, but submitting to that feeling, even showing eagerness for more in those eyes. I keep you waiting, letting you get the full feeling of having a foot in your face which you can't remove, as I explain how I want you to worship my feet: kisses, nibbles and licks over each of my feet and you may use your hands, but they're not to move up my leg any higher than my knees.

As soon as you're given permission, you run your hands over my calf gliding over the smooth skin and begin kissing just below my toes. I know how much you enjoy clear rules, that constant reminder that you aren't in control. You can't do what you want. I watch the look of rapt concentration take over your features as you give the task at hand your full attention. This has always been a task you submit well to, no rushing, no disgust, just trying to be as pleasing as you can be. I enjoy your attention, but make sure to point out the spots you miss - it's for my pleasure, not yours, afterall.

You move your mouth all over the sole, towards the heel, back up to the top of my foot and continue on, but I can't help myself... I order you to pause, spread those legs wide and hold your elbows behind your back. I love how this pulls your chest deliciously tight. A visual treat. Now I take back the foot you were just being so attentive to and tell you to open your mouth and stick out your tongue. I see you tense slightly as you know what's coming - you're not quite as comfy at the idea of being used. I look forward to those cheeks going red and your cock hardening further as you realise how humiliating this position is.

I rub the ball of my foot along your outstretched tongue, and then I push my toes inside, so you have a mouth full of my foot. I wiggle them around, before dragging them in and out of your mouth again. Your blush is in full colour now and your posture is rigid. Yet your cock is clearly visible through your jeans. Oh I love it when you're so easy to tease like this. I mock how you're practising your blowjob skills on my feet and suggest I should find you a real cock to practise on. That makes your eyes go as large as saucers. I lock that away for the future.

Finally, I tire of using your mouth and withdraw my toes. Your heated eyes are locked on me, but you won't break the rules. I haven't told you to move or speak, so you'll wait. Although you do look so deliciously needy right now. I drag that foot back down your chest before returning it to the sofa. Now I uncross my legs and notice your body responding as you get a quick flash of the lingerie I'm wearing under my skirt. Crotchless panties. You know how I love to be able to use your mouth, fingers and cock without having to strip off anything for you. I don't give you enough of a view for you to get any more details, better to leave those to your imagination!

I offer you my other foot and give you permission to once again use your hands and mouth to give this foot the attention that the last one received. However, this time instead of casually reclining, I press my unattended foot into your crotch. Not just resting it there. Pushing against your cock hard enough that you're a little nervous about it. If I move just a bit, I could crush your balls. You try to hide the shudder of arousal that goes through you - you were already worked up with my using your mouth and how much attention you'd be giving to my feet, let alone glimpsing my crotchless knickers and now leaving your cock exposed and vulnerable - it's too much and of course I notice. You're not going to hide that even if you are nervous about my knowing just how horny this situation has made you.

Deciding you are more than worked up enough for today's plan, I move things along. Retrieving my feet from your grasp, I give you another glimpse of my knickers before sliding my feet into my shoes ready to go. You are instructed to stand in front of me, drop your jeans to your knees and hold your elbows behind your back for an inspection. I've noticed you react to that word. Inspection. I'm not just looking at you. I'm not getting you undressed because I need you to be naked. I'm inspecting you. Being forced to stand there with your jeans halfway around your legs like you've just been caught, not being able to do anything to inhibit my view. Wondering if you'll pass the inspection, or be standing here, humiliated when it's not good enough. I give you time for all of these thoughts to run through your head. You are exposed to me. And what a sight it is.

The pink, lace thong is back today - how fitting. I come in close and circle you. Making sure you see my eyes travel up and down your body, lingering on your cock and thong. Your cock is straining and barely contained. You're ruining the look of the panties. Here they are adding some colour and beauty to your groin, and you have them all bent out of shape. Do you think the people that make these knickers would like to see how misshapen they are? You mumble a 'No Mistress', but your cheeks reflect the emotion you hold back as I get closer. What is that?

There's a whole section of lace that is glistening. I look at you and ask you to explain yourself. You apologise. You were just really excited. It's only precum. You have got so little control over yourself that you're leaking. It's a good job I didn't touch your cock, you'd probably have embarrassed yourself even further. Clearly, you enjoy these knickers - having your ass out and on show, knowing that the pink lace lets you hide nothing. I use your mouth to soothe my feet and there you are, getting off on it! I see you bite your lip as you nearly attempt to justify your behaviour - good save!

Remind me about these knickers. Are they your dirty little secret? Out in public, do you enjoy wearing them when no one else knows? You blush harder. Bingo. Well, I think it's time to change that. What's the point in having you dress up all pretty if I'm not going to show you off? That got your attention. I pull the thong higher. Watching the string between your cheeks tighten as it restricts your balls even more. Then I pull up your jeans and settle them low on your hips. They often end up there anyway. Now I explain that we will be going out and I expect to see this pink lace above your jean line the whole time.

I hand you your shirt and am pleased to see it meets your jeans, but only just. As you move, there will be brief flashes of pink. Perfect. I give you a second to see if you're going to object. It would be pointless, but it would amuse me. You look a little shocked. Not sure if it's just a mindfuck or if I'm serious. I'm deadly serious. I instruct you to put on your socks and shoes as I slip some essentials into a bag and grab my keys. We're ready to go.

Out on the street, I give you a few minutes to acclimatise before I start whispering things. Who in the near vicinity do you think will be most scandalised to see you wearing pink, lace underwear? Did that person do a double take when they looked at you? Aren't you such a good boy for coming out and letting me show you off. When we have to pause to cross a road, a step close to you and catch your shirt as I move, 'accidentally' lifting it an inch or so. That causes you a small gasp. I smile. Your heart must be pounding.

We arrive at the coffee shop and I leave you to queue whilst I find our seats. I find the perfect spot. I can see the room, but you can't. You'll be left wondering if anyone is noticing anything odd and has caught on to what you are: my toy in pink panties. I, on the other hand, will know exactly who is paying attention and to what as I work you up. After our little foot-play session earlier, I bet it won't take you to reach that stage of desperation I love. Particularly whilst we're out in public. Knowing you are incredibly horny, feeling it in everything you do, and worrying that everyone else will sense it too is going to push you even higher. You'll give in to it. For me.

You order drinks and some cakes before coming over to where I am. Holding the tray has caused your shirt to ride up a little and I can see some pink poking through - looking at your face, I can see you realise it too. Extending your agitation just a little, I spend some time rearranging the various things that are on the table under the guise of 'making room' for the tray. Then as you're tucking into your cake I tell you '17'. You look at me questioningly, and I smile, explaining that 17 is the number of times I've seen your knickers since we left the house. You still. I slip my shoe-less foot into your lap. Feels like someone is excited to know his secret could have been seen.

Now I want you to admit it. I ask if you've been hard the whole time since we left my house? You move to look around. I stop you. All you have to worry about is answering my question honestly. The rest is not your concern. You nod. That's not good enough. I raise an eyebrow and wait. You sigh - I'll remember that later - before confirming that you have indeed been hard since we left the house. I continue: Are you making your panties wetter? Are your balls still contained or have they spilled out? Describe to me how your cock would look if I were to open your jeans right now. With each question I see you fighting not to glance around to check who is listening, but your breathing is also increasing and your heart rate is slowly elevating. You're enjoying this. Even with the chance we might be overheard.

My foot has remained in your lap throughout our conversation - sometimes just resting, sometimes stroking, sometimes applying a little more pressure. You are deliciously hard. It's soon going to be time to return and see just how easy it is to make you pop. How much will you beg me to be allowed to cum? All of this prep work, this build up, even a delicate touch now will make you shiver. What about a tongue? So many possibilities! Before we go I have one last task.

As I'm finishing up my drink, I reach into my bag and hand you one of the necessities I picked up earlier. Two doughnut-shaped rings and a small tube of lube in a carry bag. You look at them. Then up at me. I'm going to have to name this 'stunned silence' look some day. Apparently an explanation is necessary. I would like you to go to the toilet stall and slip one ring behind your balls and another one at the base of your shaft. Then your cock will get harder and harder as we leave the coffee shop and make our way back to my house. Your cheeks are fully flushed by the time I finish, so I decide to add another request. Send me a picture of your cock with the rings in place, then another when you've settled your thong over it. I'll add it to my collection to send you when you're doing vanilla things like the supermarket shop, or between meetings at work.

You shuffle off to the toilet with the rings in hand as I scroll through my phone and wait. I'm sure it'll take a little bit of time for you to get sorted because you're so excitable right now. That cock's going to be straining for attention. I continue to make plans for when we get back. How I will drag just my fingertips up and down your shaft as you buck your hips trying to get more friction. I'm going to have to restrain you. Head down, ass in the air and wrists cuffed to ankles, I think. Not only will you look delectable, but you're going to be able to move very little as I tug on your cock.

Lost in my fantasy of what's to come, I nearly miss the sound of the door opening and you returning, but sure enough I have received two pictures messages. I open them up and make sure you can see them on my phone screen. I've just left it casually out on the table - what do you think of this picture? You offer a coy smile and say

"For you, Mistress," Good answer.

I ask how you are feeling and you let out a sentence so long I'm sure you forgot to breath about how terribly sensitive your cock is, how hard it was to get it into the rings, how even standing still you can feel it pressed against the lace and how worried you are that everyone will see your erection through your jeans as you turn around. Sensitive, hyper-aware, desperate. Perfect.

I grab your hand as we walk from the coffee shop and back to the house. As we enter, I busy myself putting my things in their rightful places and so when I reach the main room you're on your knees, naked and ready. I tell you to stand and squeeze your cock eliciting delightful groans from you before I tiptoe my fingers along and that's all it takes. You're begging for more, so much teasing throughout and now you need release. It's not going to be that easy though. Obviously.

Making a loose fist around your cock, I begin dragging it up and down as you repeatedly ask to cum, but don't have the friction you need to finish it off. Your desperation amuses me and so I get you to thrust your hips into my fist like you're fucking a pussy all the time narrating to you how desperate you look. You're so horny that you're thrusting into my hand like an animal - any object will do. I keep you at the edge for a few more times and then grant you the permission you've been waiting for. Your cock explodes like a cannon shooting cum up your body and onto your neck as your legs begin to shake and I lower you to the floor. Looks like my bondage fantasy will have to be round two.