Browsing the newest profiles often gives me a strange thrill. I imagine this must be what gold prospectors felt back in the day, panning for the tiniest grain of gold amidst a torrent of sand and rock. Except, instead of dirt, I've got an endless flood of half-naked bodies, bland faces, and tired one-liners. It's not easy finding someone worth the effort when all you've got to go on is a few carefully curated photos, some obscure stats and a 150-character bio. But in the rare moments when I do find a potential target, I'll be damned if that shiver of excitement doesn't race down my spine, straight to my cock.
This time, I felt that thrill in a way I hadn't in recent memory. Browsing by country I stumbled upon a fresh profile that caught my eye. The profile picture was provocative but sensibly discrete. A pair of feminine black bikini briefs hung around his jutting hips, the soft material hinting at the firm curves of a toned ass. The picture quality, the angle, his skin 's smooth texture - everything pointed to a level of care and maintenance that made my inner pervert purr with joy. He was a complete stranger but I could already feel an infinite flow of potential corruption develop.
His username was "Pantyboi02", which I couldn't help but scoff at, but I suppose the kids these days don't have as many options to be creative in claiming their identities. I clicked on the username and scanned the text underneath: "22 year old bi-curious college boy with a passion for panties. Looking for an experienced man to help me explore this new side of myself."
This was it. My predatory instinct roared to life. I could practically taste the satisfaction of sinking my claws into this little cub and dragging him into my den. I felt giddy with the thrill of the chase, a heady combination of lust and greed. I knew in that instant that I had to have him. Straight away I swiftly sent him a brief message to show him I might be interested.
My strategy revolved around the panties. I was pretty sure that just like any other natural sissy out there, he'd be dying to get his hands on some quality lingerie. Carefully inspecting the pair he wore in the pic, I made the educated guess they had to be his mom's. I decided to start my message with that.
Me: "Hey sexy, the panties you're wearing in your profile pic, are they your mom's?"
I figured that would pique his interest--showing him that I'd paid close attention, and at the same time, opening up the discussion of lingerie.
Within seconds, my phone buzzed, and a notification from the app alerted me of an incoming message.
Pantyboi02: "Haha, busted, what gave it away?"
I couldn't help but chuckle at his response, happy to see he was eager to play along.
Me: "The elastic is a dead giveaway. It's clear she's quite a bit broader around the hips than you. Moreover, they look expensive but it's obvious they weren't bought nor worn to entice a real man. You need something far more provocative and fitting for a submissive sissy like yourself. If you were mine I would buy you a proper pair - something silky, delicate, and in a size that actually fits your sissy waist."
Within another few seconds a notification for a friend request popped up on the screen and I knew I had him. Confirming it, my heart raced seeing our new connection on display along with the chat window. The anticipation was maddening.
Pantyboi02: "Would you really consider buying me a pair of panties?"
The sheer vulnerability in that question almost made me lose my breath. Instead, I chose to let the simmering lust bubble beneath the surface for a moment, savoring the power I held over this young man.
Me: "Absolutely. A sexy boy should be showing off his own pretty panties, not a pair he found rummaging through his mother's drawer. You want to wear a pair that's so delicate and sexy, it makes your girly cheeks blush, your little ball-sack tighten and your clitty leak!"
My dirty words flowed effortlessly, painting a verbal picture of the perfect panties, while my other hand worked my own rapidly growing cock. I was being deliberately lewd and degrading to see how far I could push him, knowing that each word was like a seductive caress--teasing something in him he didn't even understand yet.
A minute or so later he responded, visibly struggling to constrain himself.
Pantyboi02: "Fuck, I'm already hard as a fucking rock; you have no idea how much I want that. I've always wanted to wear lingerie and have a man see me like that, but I never knew how to approach it."
I sighed contentedly, relishing my victory. I'd bet that little sissy would do anything to get those panties, and I had the power to make it happen. But first, I wanted to find out as much as I could about him. I had to be sure that he was truly submissive, that he would allow a dominant man to lead him on the path to becoming my own personal sissy-slut.
Me: "Tell me how you got into panties, boy. How long has this little secret been eating away at you? "
Pantyboi02: "I don't remember exactly when it started, but it's been a good while. At some point, I began getting really turned on by the idea of wearing my mom's panties. I couldn't help myself. Wrapping them around my cock felt so wrong and so right at the same time. Soon I started putting them on as often as I could without anyone at home catching me. Every time, I felt this shameful rush of excitement and a cock-hardening pleasure like I've never experienced before."
I smiled, gently coaxing the story from him. "And then what?" I asked, knowing no sissy would stop at that.
Pantyboi02: "Eventually I tried to suppress my urges, trying to focus on being 'normal', you know? I started dating girls, sleeping with a couple of them. That felt good for a while but even when I came inside a girl I couldn't shake off the feeling that what I really wanted was something else - something more. I tried everything to forget about the lingerie but the desire continues to grow. Even now, in college, with all the parties, girls, booze and freedom, I still can't forget the thrill of wearing panties.
