"Rickiee, you may get dressed and go home. I no longer need you today." Mistress Rebecca said in a serious tone.
"Is there something I did wrong, Mistress? I asked.
"No Rickiee, I am through with you today. You will return at 7:00 a.m. on Saturday morning."
I looked at Mistress Rebecca. I was wondering why Saturday. I was about to ask ...
"You will return with all of your lingerie items that need to be washed. You will wash them, separately ... but at the same time, as mine. You will do all my laundry and fold them and care for all of my belongings with love. When you finish that, you will clean my house. That will all happen every Saturday, starting at 7:00 a.m. You understand, Rickiee?"
She continued. "If I choose to need you during the week, I will call you and you will immediately stop whatever you are doing and respond to my demand. Whatever it might be, whenever it might be. If you violate that, you will be dropped and never see me again. UNDERSTOOD?" she said firmly.
"Yes Mistress"
I dressed quickly and left. I did not see or hear her at all.
Saturday morning came and I gathered my panties and other silky items, put them in a bag ... and ran next door. There was a sign on the door ... it said:
"Rickiee let yourself in. You are to undress completely and then come immediately into the kitchen. Undress means, completely undress ... no item of clothing to be on your body."
I quickly undressed and carried my bag of laundry into the kitchen. As I entered, I was shocked by what was before me. Sitting at the table, was a girl ... I know her name to be Carissa. She works as a checkout clerk at the supermarket that I use. She is a young, cute girl who I think is very sexy and cute. I always try to get into her line when I am shopping. I immediately took the bag of laundry and held it in front of my cock, which had hardened because of the note on the door and what was to come. I had no idea anything like this would be before me.
"Rickiee, this is Carissa. I know you know who she is, because I also know that you always go into her line at the supermarket. It's funny ... she knows it; everyone at the store knows it. You think you can do things that you do without anyone noticing your ways. Well, you can't ... rickiee" Mistress Rebecca giggled.
Carissa just sat there with a smile on her face ... looking at me.
"Carissa has been coming to me for several months. She is the first one to tell me you wore panties and pads ... she noticed the outlines. You always tried to flirt with her, so she alerted me about you. Figuring that you might be a good candidate for me. She was so right, wasn't she, rickiee? This has been in the works for a good six months. After Carissa alerted me about you ... I followed you for a long time ... watching you in the store ... watching your habits. I knew you would fit great into our plan."
Our plan ... what did she mean by that, I wondered to myself.
Carissa was dressed in her usual attire. She had on a tight pair of jeans with rips in the knee and a tank top. Her breasts are small but I did notice her hard nipples poking at the fabric. She had on a pair of sneakers with no socks. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she had her usual makeup on, which was always very alluring to me. She had on bright red lipstick, which I never noticed on her before.
She had a killer body. She was a bit short, but she was gorgeous. She had small slim hips, barely any breasts ... a very pretty face. Her legs were thin. I have a thing for thin, young girls. She matched my desires perfectly. (Maybe it's because I am also attracted to transvestites. I like a woman without womanly features. I don't know.) She always had perfume on, and always got excited at the supermarket when I saw her and smelled her. I was always very turned on by her, but she was so many years younger than me ...
I found out her full name, one day. I went online to the court system website and found that she had had a few arrests for underage drinking, harassment and other similar type of "problem child" violations. I knew she had a kid and never married the father, which I overheard in conversations she had when I was a customer at the store. In short, she was a kid with problems growing up, a real attitude and was struggling to survive, financially. I also learned from the website, that she had just turned 21 in August ... two weeks ago.
"Ok, rickiee ... let's get your panties and lingerie in a wash container and mine in another one. Fine lingerie must be washed by hand. Carissa will teach you how to wash them properly and hang them up. Then she will teach you how to properly fold them and put them in the proper places. But for now, you will undress her and carefully dress her in her Domme's uniform. She will instruct you how to properly dress as well."
I separated the panties and other lingerie into two separate wash bins. Carissa approached me. She ran her fingernail down the center of my back and touched the crack between my ass cheeks. With her other hand, she took hold of my cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. As she squeezed my cock, her fingers on her other hand played with my anus ... I felt a fingertip gently enter it. I could smell her perfume. I felt my cock pulsate in her gentle hand. She gave it another squeeze in response to the swelling. "Mistress Rebecca, I can tell that rickiee is enjoying my presence." Carissa said in a gentle voice.
"I am sure he is, Carissa ... you must be careful to not provide him too much pleasure. Rickiee, you must never cum without permission from me or ... Miss Carissa. Let's refer to her as Miss Carissa. There can be only one Mistress in this house ... and that is me. You WILL give Miss Carissa all the respect that you give me, but she is not your Mistress. Only I am your Mistress. Understood?" Mistress Rebecca sternly reminded me.
"Yes, Mistress Rebecca ... you are my one and only Mistress." I obediently responded.
"Rickiee, I want you to gently undress me and dress me in the latex outfit that Mistress Rebecca has provided for me to wear. You are not to touch any parts of me that are not necessary in undressing and dressing me. If you do, you will be punished. I know you lust for me. I always felt you undressing me with your eyes at the supermarket. It always made me quite uncomfortable, but Mistress Rebecca explained it all to me after I talked to her about you. I feared that you were a threat, that some night when I left work I would be approached by you. But now I realize you are just a harmless, pathetic pantyboy who dreams about being with someone like me, but could never achieve it."
There I stood, naked ... with my cock twitching. In front of me stood the object of my desires. But now, she and I were not on equal terms, but she was my Domme. I was to abide by her commands and do only as she allows. My head was swimming with erotic thoughts. I felt and smelled her closeness. I saw Mistress Rebecca standing to the side watching Miss Carissa and me. It was cold in the room and my nipples were hard ... my feet were cold and my cock was hard. I could feel precum oozing from the tip.
"Rickiee, are you going to stand there and daydream or get to the task at hand?" Miss Carissa said with a faint chuckle in her voice.
I leaned over and began to untie her sneakers. I gently and lovingly removed her sneaker from her foot. Her feet were perfect. Small and shaped perfectly with pretty toes that were painted with red nail polish. I felt that they were slightly sweaty as I removed the sneakers. I untied the other sneaker and removed it the same way. I adored her feet. They were so pretty and so nicely groomed. I wanted to kiss them and lick them.
I reached up and unsnapped the snap on her jeans. My hands were slightly trembling. Here I was, taking the clothes off Carissa ... the beautiful girl that worked at the supermarket. How many times had I fantasized about this? Undressing her ... adoring her body. Worshipping her. My hands still trembled. Slowly I eased the zipper down. The space between her tank top and the top of her pants showed her tight, shapely abdomen. Unbelievable that she had given birth. There were no signs that she was ever pregnant.
As I unzippered her pants, her panties came into view. I could feel the heat of her body. The smell of her perfume intoxicated me. She had on a pair of pale pink nylon panties. They appeared to be g-strings. I carefully reached for the waistband of her jeans and started to ease the very tight jeans over her hips and down. My cock was throbbing and leaking. I was so electrically charged with eroticism. My hands were still shaking as the entire front of her panties came into view. I could see the swell of her pubic hair pushing at the material in the front of her panties. I could see some stray hairs peeking from the confines of her adorable panties. I became excited that she wasn't the type to shave her pussy mound. My hands trembled almost uncontrollably.
I slid the pants completely down her thin legs and took one foot at a time in my hand to guide the pants off. I took her jeans and folded them nicely and put them on the chair next to us. The most gorgeous girl in the world was standing before me, and I was undressing her.
"Leave her panties on right now, rickiee." barked Mistress Rebecca.
