Cast your mind back to a time when you didn’t even know that men could wear panties, much less be dirty slutty sissies. Can you picture that young, naive version of yourself? What would you be willing to give to recapture the bliss and erotic rapture of that first time putting on a pair of panties? This is the tale of how the poor, hapless sissy first discovered that panties could be for sissies, too!
Panties for a Slutty Sissy
Once upon a time there was a young man, just started in his life, who felt like there was something dreadfully missing from existence. Every morning he’d wake up, wash his face and hands, pull on his work clothes and grab some breakfast, and then head out to toil for his daily bread. Every day, the same routine. The same path trodden, the same dull utilitarian clothes and tools, the same conversations with neighbors and fellow townsfolk. Stultifying boredom and repetition, again and again. Nothing new ever happened, nothing ever broke the routine. Until one day…
On his way to work that day, the young man’s attention was caught by an amazing sight. Old Man Roberson, down the lane, was standing in the front yard, while his wife yelled and threw household goods at him! And more shocking than the yelling and impressive vocabulary on Mrs Roberson, was what Mr Roberson was wearing! Why, the young man had to stop, and rub his eyes, and blink a bit, but, no, the tableaux didn’t change. Mr Roberson was wearing a corset, panties, garter belt, and stockings, and not a stitch more!
There was something about the sight of his neighbor, in panties, that struck the young man to the core.
“Panties for a slutty sissy” he thought. That’s what Mrs Roberson called Mr Roberson, yelling at him as he stood in disgrace there. “A slutty sissy”, she screamed, “worthless little slut!” Mr Roberson just shifted a bit, and didn’t even try to defend himself. “Stealing panties from the laundry line, like a pervert! You little pantie whore!” The young man felt himself begin to blush, a sort of shared shame and embarrassment, a humiliation gained second hand just from watching the scene before him. The phrase, burned in his mind: panties for a slutty sissy.
Quite suddenly, the young man reversed his path and went straight back to his home.
Shame curled in his stomach, with that phrase bouncing in his head, each repetition seeming to redouble and rebound. “Panties for a slutty sissy.” Panties. Sissy. And the sight, the indelible image of the shame of his neighbor, caught stealing panties to wear. Once safe again behind his own door, the young man feverishly tore off his daily work clothes, and began to desperately masturbate, then and there. Panties for a slutty sissy, panties for a slutty sissy, over and over, he chanted the words as his hand moved along his suddenly hard cock. And the thought, little and forbidden and then not so little at all, the focal point, the Idea… The couple next door hung their laundry out on Thursdays. Surely they’d think it was the wind, if a pair of her panties went missing.
Contemplating stealing panties to wear, to try, to see how they felt, to feel that shame and guilt and arousal… the young man had the most intense and amazing orgasm of his life. “Panties for a slutty sissy!” he cried out, as he came. As he sat on the floor of his home, panting for breath and slightly aghast at himself, he still knew that he was going to get his hands on a pair of panties, and see if the reality was anywhere near as much fun as the idea was. It was inevitable: he was going to get some panties and be a sissy, too!
Will the Slutty Sissy successfully snatch a pair of panties from the laundry line?
Remember to come back all during the month of May for more of the Adventures of the Slutty Sissy! And tune in to Whore School this month; visitors to the chat during the live show will have the chance to win prizes, from free erotic audios to free phone sex with me! And don’t forget the Masturbation May blog train (today, go check out the Cinco de Mayo post on Scarlet’s blog!)
Slutty Sissy Mistress Harper
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Tsk tsk tsk, for shame that this young man, gainfully employed is contemplating pilfering pretty panties (you did mention once Ms. Harper,that you do like alliteration!) from his neighbours when he could quite easily purchase them at any number of shops in town.
However, he has now ditched work which could leave him unemployed and lacking the wherewithal to panty himself within the letter of the law. A foray into nicking knickers seems inevitable now and we await anxiously to learn of the fate of this young man. Will he become the neighbourhood’s next Mr.(?) Roberson? Thanks Ms. Harper!
I’m glad you enjoyed the story! <3 and I do love alliteration.
Oh and by the by, just wondering how did you that picture of my clothesline??
why, I snuck up and peeked over the fence!
I should be more discreet with my delicates, but hanging the wash to dry in the fresh spring air after a long winter…well, I just have to! (Or perhaps I am just harbouring that secret desire to have my “little” secret discovered by my lovely neighbour!☺️
I do love some line dried freshly washed delicates! There’s something about seeing them in the sunlight, bold, unashamed… and knowing that they’ll be warm from the sun when I pull them down, and soft and sweet smelling. Delightful!
Ms Harper I am (almost) at a loss for words after your last comment. You’d best keep an eye on that clothesline for fear that delicious string of femininity mysteriously vanishes. My hunch, however, is that you would soon be knocking on my door to demand the return of your property…(Save for the pair I am clad in, which I am sure you will devise a suitable punishment as compensation)
I actually hung my panties out to dry in the sunlight last week, and as I hung them, I counted. Just in case…
And yes, I had as many on the line when they were dry as when I’d hung them up. 😉
Curses! A squandered opportunity! Well with the arrival of spring no doubt the clothesline will be used often. It shan’t be long before your lovely laundered lingerie is billowing in the breeze fuelling my irresistible urge to purloin a pretty pair or two!
I picked up a new clothesline, too. It’s purple! My panties hang in style from a lovely purple clothesline… and if I catch a pantie thief, guess what color their balls will wind up being? 😉
How many edges to get to the purple ball stage? Let’s find out!
Now actually the pantie thief should he get caught…no “when” he gets caught ought to be grateful he has balls of any colour after such a heinous act of larceny. However the risk may well be worth living life on “the edge”!