Betty Dodson with Carlin Ross

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I Will Obey You My Mistress

Hello I might want to introduce myself to you and we go on to the story I want to share with you today. I am Jim to most people in my apartment complex in upstate New York. I have been a janitor of sorts for many years and if there is something to fix or make right, and I am the man to do it. The time is my own in most of the buildings I take care of and I do my share of painting, cleaning rugs and washing windows for people that have moved out. I am mostly not seen when I am doing my work, and very few times someone stops by to chat with me. 

The day wasn’t anything special to most people in the apartment complex but there was work to be done and that day it was very quiet. I normally get the sweeping done, and then go down to the laundry room where I keep the machines running and be sure the lint traps are empty, seeing a fire could start in any of my buildings laundry rooms.  I have to be sure the driers are clean and today I was amazed that the drier was full of woman’s clothes. For most janitors the full drier would make you mad, and you some how had to find out who owned the mess that was left. As I pulled out the clothing, I noticed that there was a more than usual load of ladies underwear and what I call dainty items that a woman would do in her sink in her room. I started to blush a bit while I emptied the bin into piles of what I found, and I couldn’t figure out who owned such a nice amount of clothing and wonderful bra and panty sets that seemed to be brand new to the eye and touch. I knew most women in the building, seeing I was single and always looking for a night out with someone I knew. There must have been a new move in and I thought I would get to know her and see if I could do the favor of bringing the wash to her. As I went up the stairs to the second floor, the door opened suddenly to the view of a ladies apartment, that was full of empty boxes, and the new tenant came out, with a look that seemed to be a cross between a blush and amazement.

            I introduced myself and said that I found all of her clothes in the drier down in the basement and wondered who owned them. I slowly told her that I was the janitor for the buildings and I normally check the driers for lint but not such a wonderful bundle of clothes. She said she just moved in last night and she wanted to start her new day with clean clothes, but was too tired to retrieve the laundry that night. As I explained and gave her the clothing I found, that she had to be careful about what is left in the drier over night. She told me to come in for coffee and she wanted to have a chat, to get to know me. She some how knew that I eyed her dainty items and as we chatted she unfolded my workload of clothes and examined the panties and smoothed out the wrinkles on some. She left them on the sofa, and the light of the morning sun made the lace and satin come to life. I knew I was in trouble when she left them out, for me to look at them. As we chatted and got to know each other, she told me that she was hired at the near by mall to be a lingerie fitter and she was there for many of years and all her clothes that were out on the sofa, were samples or factory seconds. I knew by then I was in for a wonderful time, seeing that I had a strange fetish that has been with me since I was a teen. I loved wearing woman’s panties and have tried my share of garter belts and stockings. I knew the feeling of soft satin on my body, as well as when I am alone, I like to wear garter belts and stockings as well. I love the feel of nylon panties that hug my crotch and love the feel of frilly panties under my regular clothes. As I tried to explain that I had to get back to work, she told me to come back later and we could talk some more. But I needed to look into some of the other buildings and check the laundry rooms for lint in the traps. As I giggled and thought there might be more lost clothes that day, and I would have to show up and have my chat with her. I didn’t steal any of the clothes I find, I leave them for a few days to a week and if no one claims them, I take them. I have a marvelous collection of clothes that seem to be nothing wrong with them, to worn out things that mean nothing to me but rags.

I knew I was about to have a very enjoyable night with my new friend on the second floor and I was going to let the moment take care of itself.  I am a laid back sort of guy and she was too, to my amazement. She put away the clothes she had on the sofa and she wanted to chat about different things that happened that day. She told me that she had a odd day of fitting woman’s bodies with bra and panty sets and she told me that one lady was a vary large woman, middle aged with huge breasts. As she told me about what she could do for her, and she had to fit her into a bra that had huge cups and straps to support all that weight and give her the support she needed. She told me that she didn’t enter the room while a woman put on the bra, but this lady wanted help, she seemed desperate to get all of her flesh into the bra. She said that she was a bit put back and she never in her life ever seen a woman with all that flesh in one place. She told me that she finally got the right fit and she was still thinking what happened during the day’s trials.  To my amazement I was sexually aroused knowing she was doing all that and my pants were pushed out from a massive hard on under my pants. As I tried to change the subject, she asked me if all that talk about her day did to me and I said it made me a bit hot, but I could handle it.  She giggled and asked me how I handled it, and I said that I would take care of it later in my room. As she slowly walked towards me, she unbuttoned her blouse and I knew right away I was in trouble, and I knew I would have to handle it here.  As she slowly took off the blouse and slowly got out of her skirt, she some how knew what would come next. She asked me in a calm tone, if I liked what she was wearing and I gasped a smile and said yes that I did. She some how knew what would come out of my mouth, and she asked me if I liked her panties and bra set. I said I did and she told me to feel the cups, and if I liked to, to feel the warmth of the nylon on her body. I gasped and smiled so many times that night, that I need to tell her I loved fingering the clothes in the drier that day and I was amazed that what she said next. She asked about fetishes and odd things people do, to enjoy the moment with and she asked me what I liked and if she could help me into some satin panties that she had. I blushed and said I would and she told me to get out of the clothes I had on, and be quick about it. I jumped to attention and took off what I had on, stood naked before her, and she knew automatically my size and what I liked. She told me that she was a quick study of sorts, and she knew right away what I would like to wear. As I slipped on the panties, and slid over my hard cock, she told me to not thinking about things that would make me hard or she would have to take care of it for me. As I took my next breath she grabbed my balls and squeezed hard enough to make me jump. As I grew limp and my cock dripped, she told me to slip on the stockings and she threw a garter belt at me. As I seemed to obey her, she told me to sit with my legs crossed and speak when I was spoken to. As I crossed my legs, I some how knew my dreams would come true that night. But she had a different idea all together, and as I gulped she looked at me and asked what I loved to collect most of all and don’t spare the details. I told her what I thought was my life story as a panty thief in the highest of order. I said I use to slip into my sister’s nylon panties and a few times I would sniff the panties in the hamper in her room. I told her that I had a nice collection back in my room, and wear them to relax when I am done at work, or on long weekends. She told me to go on, and she told me if I eyed her laundry and I sheepishly said yes to all counts. I some how knew that her size would fit me and I knew some how she took care of her clothes very well. I slowly admitted that I would of kept some of the panties I found, but they were brand new and not in a worn state. She sternly looked at me, as if she had x-ray eyes and said she knew how to take care of such thieves or almost thieves of her panties. She told me that if I was a good sissy, I could have the pair of panties she had on. I gasped a moment, and smiled at her, as if I was under a microscope and looked at me sternly. I had an inward smile and said I would love to have them, and she told me, if I wanted them, I would have to take them off her. I gulped a long time with passion on my mind, as she grew closer and offered her waistband of her panties to me. I slowly lowered them, and saw a vision of heaven before me, she shaved all of her pubic area, and there wasn’t even a hint of stubble. I looked close to see another surprise, her lips of her pussy were poking out at me, and I was hoping that her clit would be doing the same, but she let the panties drop to the floor, and I knew some how I was in heaven. She was a very pretty lady all over, and took care of herself; I knew this seeing there wasn’t anything in the panties except a wisp of womanly perfume and another smell I would have to examine later. She slowly took a step back and told me to take the panties and sniff every inch of it, and don’t forget to test the elastic in the legs, to see if they would fit me. I gulped once more as she told me to get into her gift to me. I took off what I had on, and I tried to keep my thoughts as clean as possible, so that she wouldn’t get mad at me, and do something I wasn’t ready for. She told me in no certain terms that those panties were almost brand new, and I couldn’t do anything funny in them. I mused a bit when she told me, that she would excuse herself to her room where she later came out in a black stockings and garter combination that made my head spin. She also had a small whip that she snapped at me, as I looked slowly the other way. I could have been frightened, but I would like to see what would happen next. So she pointed at me with the whip and told me to come to her on my knees and then ask her permission to touch her. As I slowly reached forward and she gave way to me, I could feel the warmth of her body and how the aroma was very strong in her. I reached to her and she pointed at the front of her panties with the whip and told me to start licking the front of her panties and I did as she told me. As I lick, she was slowly moaning and pumping closer to me. As I could feel her cunt lips under the nylon of her second skin, she started to moan very loudly at first. I knew she was about to cum, and I kept up my servile attention to her panties. She bucked and pushed against my tongue, and she gently took the whip to my bareback and she put the tip under the elastic and found my ass close to it. She slowed and I knew I had to stop, seeing I was about to have my release and the moment was close. She stopped suddenly and told me to take off her panties and put them on my face, to smell the smell of a lady in heat, to smell my own wetness I gave her. She stood there looking at me, in a different way, but a loving way that two lovers have together. I some how knew what to do next and I lowered my gaze to her and she slowly sat next to me, gasping and looking for the next breath. I knew then she need me, but she told me to stand in front of her, so she could examine me up close. As I did, she put the whip between my legs, pulled up on the crop so that my cock felt ready for the release. She told me to drop the panties to my knees and get ready for her inspection. As I slowly lowered my panties, she some how knew what to say to me, she told me I would be her slave as long as she wanted me to have panties to put on. As my heart jumped and knew my dearest dream would come true, I just knew I would be taken care of. As I stood there, she massaged my cock to it’s hardness and she looked it over and over, then told me that the next time I would be with her, that all my pubic hair would be removed, I would shave all over and stand inspection each time I was there. I told her I would and she slowly grasped my balls and gently squeezed them. As I could feel my cum close to its longing to exit out of my body, she told me to pull up the panties and then it would happen. As I did so, she stroked my fullness to a hardness I have never felt before. She gathered the nylon on my cock head, she slowly pumped me, until I gasped and prayed that this was it. I bubbled out with cum all over the panties, she then put her mouth over the nylon and sucked and played with the puddle of cum inside the panties. As I gasped and knew I was done, she grabbed my balls once more and squeezed till I thought my eyes would pop out. She knew I had one more load in me, and I cried for release, but she ordered me to take it. As I shot my last load, I felt deep inside me the last groan of an animal in me come to life. As I collapse on the sofa, she told me to get out of those panties, seeing she want to enjoy the taste once more. As I obey and fell asleep on the sofa, she some how came back to the woman I first met a few hours earlier. She was dressed in a soft easy flowing work out suit, and I knew she was waiting on me to wake and come to life once more. As I gathered my strength, she said she would be home all week, and if I wanted to come over I could, but she reminded me about what I needed to do.

A few weeks have passed and some how I have enjoyed her company and she has been very good to me, in that she brought home beautiful panties, and garter belts that would fit me. As I got to know her, she helped me enjoy the female side of me even more. In that she introduced me to putting on a bra and filling it with breast forms and then she brought home a beautiful maids uniform and told me that on week ends I would be her sissy boy and she would be the boss lady.  I agreed with all of this and knew some how I would be taken care of some how and I would be able to have my dream come true, more ways than one. We enjoyed each other’s company and I got to know her desires and my limitations of a good sissy that I had become. It seems fine to do this, seeing I was able to relax and enjoy myself and I knew I could take it. I look back on that first day often and remind myself as I wear her panties next to my bare skin, that wearing panties is all that bad, and I was able to have all that I ever wanted.