Panties For Men

I’ve always admired, from a distance, the ability of women to use their undergarments to flirt with, tease and torment, and ultimately trap and enslave a man.  I say “from a distance” as I believe that is the proper posture to take in the presence of something more powerful than myself.  This is, I believe, the same instinct that drives one to keep their distance from a hungry lion or get off the tracks when a train is coming.

Fear no more.  That’s all changed now.  Dee-Dee, my next door neighbor, has taught me the “tricks of the trade”.  She has taken me under her wing, or maybe I should say under her skirt, as her pupil.  She has titled my course “Panty Power 101”.  When she first found out that I was a Panty Boy, she said: “Since you wear Big Girl Panties, you’ll need to learn how to use them”.  Thus began my afternoon ‘classes’.  My classes, like any educational program, was split into individual lessons.

The first lesson is what I’d call the hidden panty trick.  She asked me to replace the front seat floor mats in her car.  When I removed the old mat on the driver’s side, I noticed something under the seat, which turned out to be a pair of her panties.  I gave them the sniff test.  Yup, sure enough they were Dee-Dee’s.  Being alone in her garage, I caved into the temptation to have a little “fun” in her panties, dot, dot, dot.  When I was done, just as a joke, I went back into her house with the panties pulled down over my head with my tongue licking the inside of the panty gusset.  The panties were wet with my saliva as well as ‘other things’, dot, dot, dot.  She said: “I’m flattered that you want to eat my panties, but I’d rather you eat the ones I’m wearing, right while I’m wearing them”.  I said: “Glad to be of assistance, hon.  I’ll dive right in.”  She gave me an ‘A’ for my first lesson.

A few days later she pulled the “damsel in distress trick”.  She told me that one of her nylons had come un-hooked in the back, where she couldn’t reach.  She told me to re-attach it, which I was more than happy to do.  She had me kneel on the floor while she held her skirt up.  Once my head was between her legs, she dropped her skirt down, ‘trapping’ me inside of it.  That type of skirt dropping and ‘trapping’ signals a woman’s total dominance over me.  Her skirt came down to slightly below my shoulders.   I kissed my way up her left leg until my face was wedged between her legs and my joystick was throbbing.  With my tongue, I pushed her panty gusset to one side and then I did dot, dot, dot.  I passed that lesson.  BTW, I also re-attached her nylon.

The next lesson was what I call the “Is my skirt too short” trick.  The next day, while at her house to fix a leaky water faucet, she asked me if I thought her mini-skirt was too short.  I said: “Well I’m not sure, but just make sure you’re wearing clean panties if you’re going to wear that skirt in public”.  She said: “Good point honey, but since I can’t see down there, you’ll have to check that out for me”.  I dutifully knelt down on the floor with the same results as the “damsel in distress” lesson.  I got a passing grade on that lesson too.

The final lesson was what I called the “Bouncing booty”.  Notice I didn’t say “bouncing Betty”, as that is the name that WW2 and Vietnam ground troops gave to a certain type of Nazi or Viet Cong land mine.  Ugh.  No, wouldn't want that.  Anyway, the aim of this lesson was to teach me how to bounce my booty in such a way that people will want to fondle or kiss it.  She wore a pair of mint green thongs under her skirt for this lesson.  The thin ‘strap’ of her thongs, riding in her butt crack, made her ‘cheeks’ stand out prominently.   She bounced her booty provocatively, making her skirt flutter on her hips.  When I couldn’t stand it any longer and my joystick started throbbing, I lifted the back of her skirt and instantly ‘dove right in’.  I kissed and licked her beautiful buns as she kept slapping my face with them in tune with some music she had playing.  I paid special attention to a cute little dimple on her right cheek, that dimple which I love so well.  Kissing and licking that little dimple filled me with so much passion that I went “over the top” almost instantly.  She gave me an ‘A’ for that lesson, as well as the entire ‘course’.  There were several other ‘lessons’ in “Panty power 101”, however I’ll stop here, so as to keep the post (relatively) short.

Now that she’s turned me into her sex toy and I’ve also ‘passed’ the course, I have all the “tools” with which to make other people as happy as Dee-Dee has made me.  I can hardly wait to use them.  I am totally overwhelmed at having this new “panty power”.