I walked into my guest bedroom to make the bed. Mistress Carissa had slept there last night with a girl friend. I was not permitted to enter the room while they were there and they were gone this morning before I woke up. I went in to make the bed and clean up. As I pulled the sheets off the bed to change them, I noticed a pair of yellow nylon panties. I had seen them on Mistress Carissa many times, so I was sure they belonged to her. With trembling hands, I picked them up. Immediately I felt the cool silky fabric on my hands. Just touching them made my cock begin to harden. I rubbed the material between my fingers gently, almost hypnotized by the feeling. My heart was beating hard and my breathing had become shallow. I surely shouldn't be doing this ... not without the permission of the owner, Mistress Carissa. I put them down on the night table next to the bed and tried to focus on my duty. I stripped all the sheets from the bed, rolled them into a ball, and gently laid them on a chair. My eyes went back to the panties, sitting there. Looking around, I slowly walked over to the panties and picked them up again. I put them back down immediately and picked up the sheets to take to the laundry room.
I was dressed in Mistress Rebecca's panties that I had slept in. I was required to always wear her panties, her worn panties that she would give me to wear. I was required to masturbate in them and to let my cum dry as I wore them. I was required to pee in them, at least once during the day and allow them to dry, on me, as well.
As I walked downstairs, dressed only in the panties and training bra, I looked around to see if anyone else was home. Mistress Carissa and Mistress Rebecca have a key to my house, and come and go on a regular basis. Sometimes they interact with me, other times they just come and go. If I go anywhere, there is a sign-out sheet for me to fill in, letting them know where I went, the reason, and when I expect to return. They of course, do not advise me of their whereabouts, nor am I permitted to inquire.
I went in the laundry room, threw in the sheets and pillow cases, and turned on the machine. As I exited the room, I looked around and saw that I was alone. I went back upstairs and grabbed new bedding from the hall closet and took them into the guest room. Again the panties drew my attention and almost as if I had no choice, I walked over and picked them up.
They were so small and pretty. Shiny yellow nylon ... very sheer and tiny. I rubbed them in my fingers and picked them up to my face ... inhaling sharply as they touched my nose. I could smell Carissa's perfume ... I breathed in, enjoying the smell and the feeling of them on my face. With trembling hands, I turned them inside out and examined the crotch. There was a crusty, white line of residue in the crotch. Carefully protecting this residue, I brought them up to my nose, inhaling and hoping to smell Carissa's pussy. I lightly touched the tip of my tongue to the line of residue. Pulling them away, I examined the crotch ... noting two pubic hairs stuck through the fabric. I was trembling, my hands visibly shaking and my cock leaking in Mistress Rebecca's panties. I removed one of the crinkly pubic hairs and put in on my tongue ... feeling its texture on my tongue ... my nipples were hard as rocks, poking at the material of my nylon training bra. I needed to masturbate ... I needed release. But I knew, masturbating with Mistress Carissa's panties would not be allowed. I didn't care, I would suffer whatever consequences were to come, and I had to masturbate ... the object of my desires being the panties and the owner. I am so attracted to Mistress Carissa ... I always have been even before she knew who I was ... before she ever was brought into my life.
I took the panties and put them over my head, so that the crusty crotch panel was over my nose and extended down to my mouth ... I pushed the crusty part into my mouth and scraped the delicious discharge onto my teeth ... as my hand rubbed my cock through Mistress Rebecca's panties. What a pathetic mess I was ... standing there in that condition ... masturbating and fantasizing about Mistress Carissa. Within seconds, I was cumming. Not a lot of cum, because I had masturbated, as ordered, by my Mistresses several times the day before and before I went to bed.
There are times I am instructed to masturbate several times a day, and there are other times I am locked in a chastity device and not permitted to cum for a week at a time. As I regained my senses and turned, simultaneously taking the panties off my head ... I saw Mistress Carissa standing at the bedroom door. My heart skipped a beat or two and I started to speak ...
"Shut the fuck up, cunt-boy ... don't even say one word. You are in major trouble right now ... trying to say anything will just make it that much worse for you." She said in a very stern, disturbed voice.
"Put those panties back on your head and kneel at my feet," she demanded.
"Lift my skirt, and remove my panties. Treat them with respect, unlike what you did with my other panties. What gives you the right to play with my panties? How dare you desecrate my intimate belongings, any of my belongings ... you pathetic little ... whatever you are!" she screamed.
With that, she kicked me in the balls, knocking me over, moaning. I grasped my balls.
"Don't touch yourself you fucking cunt. Don't you dare try to alleviate the pain I just gave you." She screamed.
She walked over and stood over me, her hairy pussy almost directly over my head. She squatted slightly and began to pee on my panty covered face. She must have not pee'd for some time, because she was peeing hard and long. The hot piss soaking the panties, my face, and hair. She stepped back and pissed all over my body ... soaking Mistress Rebecca's panties and my shriveled up cock. Despite the pain in my balls and the sheer embarrassment of the situation ... my cock began to harden.
"You are the most disgusting, despicable ..." she started to say without finishing. "Put your hands underneath you and lay there in this piss until Mistress Rebecca comes ... I know she is on her way ... and we will decide how to deal with you. Move and/or touch your cock ... and you will sorry you are alive."
I laid there in the piss for what seemed like forever, but was probably only about 20 minutes. The warm piss had turned cold and I was cold lying on the floor, wet. I head the door open downstairs and voices. Within seconds, Mistresses Rebecca and Carissa were standing looking at me.
"I need to pee. It looks like a perfectly good toilet to me lying there ... so I think I will." Mistress Rebecca said in a flat tone.
She lifted her skirt and revealed no panties. She had a magnificent black pubic triangle. Looking up at her, made my cock begin to harden. It was met with Carissa's foot.
"Ugggghhhhh, "I blurted out.
Carissa giggled and Mistress Rebecca began to pee. The first stream landed directly on my eyes and the hot, salty piss made my eyes burn. She soaked me with her pee as I watched it escape from her hairy bush in a thick torrent.
"Masturbate for us, rickiee!" demanded Mistress Rebecca. "Show us how much you adore our piss and would do anything for us ... "
I had cum only about a half hour ago. I wasn't sure if I could cum again ... but I knew I had to ... no matter what, or there would be a huge price to pay. I played with my nylon and piss covered cock. To my amazement, it got hard and within a short period of time, I came. Again, very little came out, but there was enough for Mistress Rebecca to know that I wasn't trying to fake it.
"I think it's time, Carissa darling ... that we really begin to escalate rickiee's training ... he needs to become the woman he always wanted to be ... along with an ample amount of public humiliation and discovery" Mistress Rebecca said slowly, as if she was devising it all as she went along.
"I think we need a change in location. Somewhere that we can experiment with rickiee where no one will know us. Yes, I think we need to take a trip to ... uhm ... Montreal." Mistress Rebecca mused.
"Get up, rickiee, clean up, and let's get packing. There is a lot to pack ... we need all of our "stuff" to continue your training. Carissa, can you imagine getting stopped at Customs and them seeing all rickiee's playthings!" she giggled.
