In chapter one Brian was caught wearing Mandy's panties. Mandy enters the room to see Brian wearing one pair of her panties with another pair over his face.
She looked at him so condescendingly, "My my Brian, you are a pretty boy in your lovely white panties. Or should I say in my lovely white panties. I can see from you big cock that you like wearing my underwear and being a pretty girlie."
He felt terrible but just had to stand there just as she said, "Stay exactly as you are," click, click, photos were being taken. "OK, " said Mandy, "I'm going to leave the room now; you have 15 minutes to get yourself sorted then I will be back to have a talk with you." She turned on her heel and left the room.
I sheepishly removed the panties from my head and returned them to the laundry pile then I removed the spunk soaked panties that I was wearing and dropped them to the floor while I got dressed again. I scooped up the wet panties and went to the bathroom where I swilled the panties under the tap to remove the spunk. I rinsed them out and returned them to Mandy's room. I then waited for her return; I thought of escape, I thought of running away but they weren't options.
A little later Mandy returned. She gave me a lecture that went like this; "Boys get silly ideas into their heads when they're eighteen, they do stupid things but I expect it's all down to the hormones that are flooding your body at the moment." She continued, "As long as you do as I tell you to your secret will be safe with me; but, step out of line and the pictures will be sent to all my contacts. Go away now and wait for me to decide what I want to do."
Six months passed. I was beginning to think that Mandy had let me off the hook but then one Thursday night after I got back from college I found a hand written envelope on the hall stand addressed to me. Till now life had been pretty good and I had been left to my own devises. Mandy was still ensconced in the back bedroom but she came and went as she pleased and didn't seem to have much impact on family life. I expect she was leading my sister astray but to be honest that was no concern of mine. I still lusted after Mandy's body but after the scare I had six months back I had not dared to pursue my panty fetish.
Now with the letter in front of me my curiosity was piqued. I sat at the kitchen table and opened the envelope. I went into instant shock as two photos slipped out of the envelope they were pictures of me; it wasn't a pretty sight; there I was sitting on the floor with a pair of girls panties draped over my head and worse still it was plain to see that I was also wearing panties. There was also a short note.
Brian; I'm sure you remember the occasion, and I am sure you remember that I promised I would tell no one about your small misdemeanours; however I have decided to call in a debt. You can, and I think you should, destroy the two pictures in the envelope, but there are many more copies. So Brian darling, you must do as I say. I know you lust after my body and I have decided that I will allow you to fuck me but there are conditions. Go to your room; there are further instructions for you there.
I was shocked, I was amazed, I was excited; could it be true that Mandy was about to let me fuck her? I raced up to my bedroom, closed the door behind me and grabbed the note laying on my bed.
Brian darling; your dreams can come true; you can fuck me, I am waiting in my bedroom for you to come and screw me; just one little condition to comply with. You see I have lesbian tendencies and I want to pretend you are a girl with a big dildo for me. In your top drawer you will find a package with some clothes in, I need you to dress up in the clothes and then come to me.
I opened the drawer, clawed open the package and found the same dammed panties I had worn two years before, not even washed! Also there was a suspender belt, nylons, a mini skirt, a padded bra and a halter top. For two seconds I thought perhaps I wasn't going to dress up but then common sense took over; I was going to fuck Mandy; dam, I would wear anything to do that. My hands shook, my heart pounded. I stripped of my gear and got dressed in the girlie clothes that had been provided.
There was no sense left in my head, my cock was ruling the day. I took a look in the mirror before leaving my bedroom; truth to tell I looked quite nice. I pulled the front up on my miniskirt which showed the excited bulge in my silky white panties. There was no sense left in my head, my cock was ruling the day but what the heck, if this is what Mandy wants this is what Mandy gets. I made my way to the back bedroom and knocked on Mandy's door.
"Who is it," asked a voice from inside.
"It's me, Brian," I replied.
"Come on in Brian," was the reply from Mandy. I pushed the door open and entered.
Oh shit! Click, click; I've been conned again. Screeches of laughter rang out from Mandy. "Come in. Stand in the corner." She sorted through her dresser and produced a black wig cut in a bob style. "Put it on Brian," she commanded. Next she pushed across a pair of her shoes. "Now the shoes Brian." I had no choice in the matter and did as I was told.
Mandy sat on her bed and looked across at me. "What a pretty sight you are Brian. I think that from now on we will call you Felicity. What do you think about that Felicity?"
I was not at all sure what was required of me or how I should handle the situation but decided on servility as the best course of action for the moment. "Felicity is a nice name; I like it; can I fuck you now?
"Of course you can't fuck me Felicity. Whatever gave you that idea?"
"But I thought you said we could fuck?"
She nodded. "Yes I did."
"Did you mean it Mandy?"