Jennifer's Panties

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Jennifer's Panties

Jennifer's Panties [M25 Dom F23 sub] [***] [Spanking] [Kink] [Edging]




(Typed on a phone, please excuse typos and occasional incorrect case letter I's. This story is mostly true with a little dramatisation)

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There is nothing worse than someone arriving at your house earlier than intended, and Natalie and I were most definitely sharp.


Natalie had been asked by her friend Jennifer to flat-sit (apartment sit) to look after her pet cat for a weekend while Jennifer and her boyfriend were out of town.


We were at least an hour earlier than intended. We navigated the city quicker than expected due to abysmal weather cutting short our plan for a lackadaisical walk towards the flat.


We stepped out of the rain strewn street and onto the entranceway to ring the buzzer. Initially there was no answer, and then after a minute or two, a second attempt awarded us a disgruntled and muffled “…Hello?”



We were buzzed in, hurrying to escape the weather, rain clinging to our soaked hair and clothes as we squelched up to the top floor.



Jennifer was standing in her open doorway looking a little….well a little ***ed off to be honest.



She was tall and slim with long blonde hair, and ordinarily sporting a series of ‘butter-wouldn’t-melt’ style expressions. Always the aire of innocence and probably a little too accommodating of people.



I hadn’t really seen her like this before, she wasn’t exactly angry, just vexed, flustered and a little flushed. As she greeted us she did her best to hide it but there was definitely an edge.



Her expression softened as she realised how dishevelled we looked, like drowned rats despite appropriate wet weather clothing. We stood in her hallway briefly exchanging pleasantries, and receiving information on cat care for a few minutes until Natalie started to shiver.



Upon realising this, and comprehension dawning that we really were both soaked Jennifer and her boyfriend decided to hastily leave so that we could shower and change clothes.



After drying off, changing and settling into our temporary home, it did not take long for us to gravitate to the bedroom, primarily as the cat seemed determined to occupy the couch, and because at that time Natalie and I lived apart and did not get many opportunities to be entirely alone.



Our previous kinky escapades had left us with quite a few toys, restraints, gags and other typical accoutrements, which we brought along for the weekend - for us the convenience of having a whole flat to ourselves with limited neighbours to overhear our activities was just too good an opportunity to miss.



Passing through the doorway from the hall i stopped a few feet into the room. My mind, my senses adjusting to new information.


The bed had been hastily made, the duvet flung over the mattress with no attempt to straighten or neaten it. There were items of clothing on the floor and objects ***tered around the bedside table tops. But even blindfolded it would have been clear from the scent in the room.


That heavy, sweet musk of two people sharing each other lingers in such close quarters. It’s unmistakeable. It’s one of those things that’s quite hard to define specifically, but it is wholly perceptible and unmissable from the first instance - as soon as I walked into Jennifers bedroom it was clear that they had recently had sex.


This, I thought, perfectly explains why Jennifer had been flustered and annoyed at our early arrival. No, not just annoyed…frustrated. She was expecting another 40 minutes or so before having to tidy up and depart. Naughty girl, I said aloud, as I smiled to myself.



I opened our weekend bag, full of debauchery and began to set up the restraints while Natalie was getting changed in the bathroom. As i knelt down to tie the first restraint around the base of the headboard leg, two things caught my eye.



One; a shoebox with detachable lid, less than a foot under the bed, the only item underneath the frame. The lid half off.



Two; a delicate little thong, cherry red, coiled up and discarded at the foot of the headboard, where i was about to tie the silk restraint.



I picked up the discarded panties and my mouth fell open in surprise. They were warm and they were absolutely soaked. This wasn’t some forgotten pair from another adventure. These were clearly the knickers Jennifer had been wearing, and by the look of them, she had been relentlessly teased before removing them.



The gusset was glistening with her, and the scent unmistakable, and in a much more concentrated form than that in the atmosphere of the room. Still reeling after a few seconds, I set them aside, laid out so the gusset was easily visible and moved onto the box, hesitating as i did so.



While the box was semi-visible, i still did have to move it further out to actually see into it…and that was invading her privacy, no two ways about it. But by this point I was rock hard and trembling slightly from the rush.



Jennifer was stunning., at least in my opinion. Not the classic ‘hot girl’ but the innocent girl next door cliche lusted after by so many. I couldn’t quite believe I was looking at a sodden pair of her knickers, my mind still processing this surprising event as I pulled the box out from under the frame.



Of course I wouldn’t have been surprised to see and odd pair of panties somewhere in her flat, laundry lying around haphazardly is one thing, but a pair that looked like she’d been edged repeatedly before being allowed to strip is quite another.



As the box was pulled along the carpet, freely visible from my kneeling position beside the bed, the lid fell off completely. Another total surprise.



Obviously at this point my mind was pointing to sex toys, which was correct. However I would never have guessed at the combination of toys considering how innocent Jennifer seemed.



One short black leather paddle with the word ‘SLUT’ cut out of it.

One G-spot style vibrating dildo.

One suction-cup dildo.

One small butt plug.

One bullet vibe.

One small tub of numbing cream.

One small tub of cream to increase sensitivity.



By this point i was stunned and aroused in equal measure. I slid the box back on the floor, as i found it, but a little more accessible so that the contents could be seen from standing up directly beside the bed and finished tying the remaining restraints to each corner.



My mind was racing and my pulse quickened to match with each passing second. My mind began to whirr...



Not to put too fine a point on it, but Natalie was kinky as fuck and had a huge thing for ***. She was also adamant that despite being a huge fan of any dirty talk to feature a fictional female third party, that she was absolutely straight.



Natalie was my ***’s best friend. We were both early/mid twenties at this point. A drunken flirtation quickly turned into 2 years of sneaking around and slowly corrupting her to make her into a pretty little submissive fuckdoll.


She was intelligent, more so than I, at least academically anyway. She was fierce, a proud feminist and a strong independent woman who didn’t give a fuck about what anyone else thought about her. Until her knickers were around her ankles…



I had first discovered her love for *** when sexting and making her edge in her underwear, sending me photos as she got wetter. Her embarrassment was clear, but it grew proportionally to her arousal and eventually it was obvious that the two were inextricably linked.



At first i was hesitant, but after confirming this theory, late one evening when she was staying at a friends i instructed her to subtly touch herself, rubbing herself or rubbing her heel into herself as she sat with her friend. Secretly receiving filthy texts until she begged me to let her slip off to the bathroom to come. I agreed on three conditions.



One, she must strip in the bathroom and send a photo showing me how wet she had made her panties. If I didn’t think she was enough of a mess, she would be told to return.



Two, to film herself and send me the video.



Three, to ensure no one overheard her she had to put her soaked panties into her mouth, tongue on the gusset and taste herself as she knelt naked on her friends bathroom floor, frantically rubbing herself with the door unlocked, looking into the camera.



She came hard and real fast. From a depraved desperate girl to a quivering mess in no time at all. She could barely hold the phone when she went to stop the recording, whispering a breathless ‘Thank you, Sir’ before the footage stopped.



That was the first time. Soon after it became a common occurrence and something which she soon adopted as one of the primary forms of ***/*** play. Bathrooms, Public changing rooms, friends bedrooms, she was quite uninhibited when she reached peak arousal. This was something I was always quick to exploit.



Given the secret perversions and fetishes kindled in Natalie, and the once-in-a-lifetime situation i found myself in, sitting on the bed in Jennifer's room, the evenings intended scene became clear in my mind.



Lost in thought, I suddenly looked up. Realising that Natalie was standing in the doorway. Heels, stockings, matching set. Red lips and a mischevious smile. We needed this, it had been a few weeks. Natalie needed it more than me, as she’d only been given permission to edge for the last three weeks.



I had wanted her desperate for this weekend. She almost slipped up and narrowly avoided coming by having a ruined orgasm on the last virtual session. This was still against the rules given, and she had been promptly punished.



She looked great, not as tall or as slim as Jennifer, and with long dark brown hair instead of blonde. Her frame a little thicker but still slim. Perhaps a size UK 10 to Jennifers 8. More curves, much larger breasts and fuller lips.

I sat on the bed, Natalie's plain leather collar in my hand.

“Come here” I said.

“On your knees.”

Natalie slowly crawled over to the bed and knelt, anticipating my demand, in an openly submissive position. Knees apart, arms folded behind her head, ready to be collared.


“What happens when i put the collar on you?”


“I must do as I’m told, Sir” said Natalie, with an eager smile.



“And if you don’t?” I gently challenged.



“I’ll be punished until i behave, Sir.”



“And you remember your safe word?”



“Yes Sir” nodded Natalie.



“Good girl.”



‘Good girl’. Those simplest of words, when whispered at the right moment really set Natalie off. For all her rhetoric and bluster, she ached to be spoiled, held and praised.



The combination of ***, *** and praise kinks mixed and bubbled so well in the melting pot within the darkest parts of her mind, and I revelled in exploring and exposing these aspects of her personality to their fullest extent.



Before long we were deep into our usual routine, simple tasks, obedience training. Gentle but firm. Caring domination and subtly escalating depravity and perversion.

Simple long standing rules governed our scenes. She was never allowed to come without permission. She was never allowed to remove her underwear until they were visibly wet and she must always be politely spoken with her best telephone voice. My own classy, polite little fuckdoll.



After having edged her with my hands, my mouth and a small bullet which i enjoyed teasing her with I deliberately let her get closer to the edge than normal, forcing her to stop begging for permission and whimper “I’m going to come!”


I immediately stopped all the sensation and threw her over my legs, me sitting in an L on the middle of the bed,so that her head was now at the side of the bed where i had made my earlier discoveries.


I gave Natalie a firm spanking, making her count and say thank you after each stroke. Knowing that she was staring down at her friends sordid little box of fun as well as the obviously stained panties.


“What are you looking at Natalie?” I said, my hand moving between her thighs, parting them and beginning to rub the farthest parts of her labia.


I had left the paddle pointing up, so i knew fine well she was lying looking at the word SLUT on her friends unexpected spanker.

“…Just some things…that…i think Jennifer forgot to tidy away…” Nathalie said, slowly.

“She’s almost as bad as you are, it’s always the quiet ones. She really should be punished for leaving things lying around…but she’s not here. Do you want to be a good girl and take Jennifer’s punishment for her?” I asked.


I could feel Nathalie tense a little and hear her breathing go a little ragged.


“…Yes please Sir”


“Pass me the box.” Smiling as plan was coming together.

“Let’s see if the raised letters will transfer over to your perfect little bottom.”


Before long Natalies ass was bright pink, although sadly the large case S L U T stubbornly refused to be imprinted.


I had gradually ramped up the depravity, starting with the paddle and then moving onto bringing some of the other items into play.


Soon Natalie was a whineing, begging puddle of a girl, soaked through, dripping and aching to be filled. Jennifers plug in her ass, the increased sensitivity cream on her ass, nipples and pussy.


She knelt on the floor, beside the bed side table. On the table was Jennifers suction cup dildo and her used thong.


Natalie’s hands were tied behind her back and I manoeuvred her head, alternating positions between my lap and the table, making her take either my cock or her friends dildo in her mouth. Taking me deep had been part of our general training and she was becoming very good.


The shame of licking each of her friend’s toys clean had long since faded as her arousal peaked, she was in full on fuckdoll mode now. No act too depraved, no perversion too far, desperate to come, to be fucked, filled. Used and left dripping, until the need to cuddles and soft touches built. It had been over three weeks since she last came.



I had deliberately positioned the soaked panties beside the base of the dildo, so that on each downstroke her nose moved closer and closer to the gusset. The inescapable scent of another woman filling her with each repeated move. I thought she may have refused, gently indicated that this was not on, however no such refusal occured. Game on.



I pulled her gently but firmly off the dildo, drool escaping as she gasped. I moved in front of her and kissed her, holding her tightly. One hand around her neck, the other going from her hair and working down, down, down until i began teasing her.



She begged, pleaded and pushed herself repeatedly into my hand.



“You’ve been such a good girl baby. I think you deserve a reward now…”



“Oh yes sir, please, please I’ve been such a good little whore for you. Please fuck me, please God fuck me now! I can’t take it anymore!” Exclaimed a desperate and frustrated Natalie.



“It’s been such a long time, and you have been so good…but I’m enjoying watching you suffer…I’m going to give you a choice…” I whispered, moving behind her and holder her by the base of her ponytail



I briefly let relax as i reached for the numbing cream, sitting it beside the used thong on the nightstand.



“Your choice, slut, is this. Either you pass me the numbing cream, and i wipe away the sensitivity cream and apply the numbing on all your delicate little areas, leaving you totally unable to feel my hard cock as it fills you… leaving you unsatisfied. Possibly all weekend long...



…Or…you beg me to gag you with Jennifer’s filthy, sodden pussy-stained panties as you take my cock.”



There was a few minutes of indeterminate whimpering and complaining about how good she had been and how unfair that was and how she simply couldn’t do that.


Standing before the nightstand, i parted her ankles,spreading her legs open with mine, her arms still bound behind her and slid myself inside.

Just the first half inch of my six inch, thick cock. I gently rocked the tip in and out, exclaiming that she had ten seconds or she was going on her knees and i would fuck her throat until i was done.



“6…7…8…”



“…please…Sir…please ga...gag me with Jennifer’s dirty panties” whispered Natalie, meekly. Her body trembling.



“Why?” I said. Struggling to retain my calm.



“…because i am a filthy slut and I don’t want her neighbours to hear me come like a desperate whore Sir.”



“Is that the only reason?”



“…Please don’t make me say it Sir…Please”



“You know you want it. Say it.” I commanded.



“… … … because …i want to taste her… I want to be humiliated by tasting my friends pussy Sir…”



Natalie was scarlet now, blushing furiously. Her lips, cheeks and ass all matching the red thong I was picking up off the nightstand.


I positioned her before the mirrored wardrobe near the bed, made her beg again, then stick out her tongue as i placed the gusset right on to it, then pushed the delicate little slip of material into her mouth.


I fucked her hard, standing behind her, bending her forward, but pulling her back at the same time so we stayed balanced. Forcing her to observe herself in the mirror. Degrading and humiliating her as I used her body, feeling every inch plunge into her.


I felt her convulse, and frantically beg for permission through her makeshift gag.


“Of course baby, you can come for me.” I said sweetly without stopping the driving rhythm. I wasn’t done and i wanted my little whore to come again.


While close, I wasn’t quite finished. Empowered and released of all stress as Natalie had already came, anything else now being a bonus. With Natalie still reeling and in the after wave, i pulled the panties from her mouth and resumed filling her.



“You, slut, are going to come again. Come on my dick you little fucking whore! You belong to me, Give me one more orgasm. One more and I’ll let you rest, leaving you spent, quivering and dripping. Then I'll take care of you. This is what you are for Natalie, isn't it? … “



Seeing she was close, feeling her body convulse and tighten i demanded a new mantra.

“Thank Jennifer. You are a filthy little slut and Jennifer has unwittingly facilitated your filthy little perversions. Thank Jennifer for helping you be a better whore.” I demanded.

Now sruggling to remain collected as I neared the brink and my body was tiring. My hips moving, ramping up slightly, racing to the finish, a gentle increase in s***d to be held until the end.



“THANK YOU JENNIFER! Thank you for helping me be a better whore. I’m a dirty little whore. Thank you, thank you…PLEASE MAY I…” screamed Natalie as she began to come.



“Come for me you little whore” I panted, also at the brink.



I shoved Jennifers panties back into Natalie's mouth and came inside her. Our pleasure intertwined, woven together. Her body shuddering, legs shaking until she convulsed violently forcing myself out of her and falling to the floor.


I half caught her, half descended with her, struggling with the restraints, clumsily untying her and pulling a blanket from the bed to shield us as we lay spent, collapsed on the floor.

Naked, exhausted, satisfied. Praise for the goodest of girls. Snuggles, cuddles, kissing. Simply lying breathless, Interwoven together on the floor of her friend’s room. The world fading to black before the depravity of the last hour gradually became clearer.



I’ve never quite experienced anything like it since. Sometimes i do still feel guilty about the invasion of privacy. But I don’t regret it.



It’s been a long time since i was with Natalie.

Of all the secrets Natalie and Jennifer must have shared over the last ten years, I’m sure that will not be one of them.