Monday, February 15, 2016

Caught By My Mother-In-law bymingeeter©





OH my god I have just been so humiliated by my 73 year old very strict mother in-law who was an ex magistrate for 20 years.
I had seen her undressed but only over the last year when she had stayed with us her very heavy saggy tits and her very hairy untrimmed bright grey pussy shown accidently to me but no rush to hide that hairy bush from my obvious stare!
She caught me with her dirty panties over my head sniffing and licking away at her extremely sticky and very creamy gusset with very erect cock in my hand wanking over her.
I have been sniffing her dirty panties for the last Twenty Five years, they have always been very conservative cotton full panties, except for her husband's birthdays and Christmas when he(and I) would get a treat to stockings and suspenders and French knickers silky to the touch with lace edging and a cotton gusset.
I was so embarrassed I was sure she was going to tell my wife(her daughter) but luckily for me she wanted to teach me a lesson and use me to gain pleasure. And it has taught me a lesson that even 73 year old widows who have only had sex in the dark with the lights out up until now can be as dirty as young sluts.
So there I was sniffing and licking the very sticky and very creamy gusset of a very straight laced bespectacled ex magistrate who would never even curse let alone show that she is still a real women who gets aroused even at this age, with my very hard cock in my hand masturbating whilst sniffing her dirty cotton panties licking the creamy goo that Barbara had unknowingly deposited for me.
She called me her dirty little panty sniffer who was going to become her dirty little pussy sniffer and taster. She raised her tweed skirt and showed me her stockings and suspenders along with the French knickers that I had sniffed and licked clean on many occasions before. Telling me that I was a sick dirty boy for wanting to taste and smell the slick juices of a 73 year old suppressed slut, the very thought of my nose being stuck in crusty panties made her old pussy slick with her arousal.
She told me she was going to finger herself whilst crouching over my face to get it nice and coated so she could then rub that stinky old cunt over it using my nose to bring herself off. God she could cum very loudly and very wetly.
We was staying with my wife's mum for a week and my wife had gone out with an old school friend for the evening. I had gone upstairs to take a shower and the linen basket was in the bathroom, I know I should not of but the pervert panty sniffer in me got the better of myself and I opened the lid and there in front of me was a pair of my very middle classed 73 year old mother in laws worn panties. I just had to take a sniff and smell a real women's cunt. I could not believe how crispy they were and so smelly, a nice and fragrant clean smell not a dirty smelly sweaty pussy. But still very arousing and very musky, I tentatively licked at the crispy parts and gently nibbled to get little pieces of her dried middle class cunt in my mouth.
This is exactly what I was doing when she caught me.
"You perverted sick dirty boy. I hope you are enjoying my stinky panties." Said Barbara I could not respond I was so embarrassed.
"I knew you was doing something with my worn panties but I could never guess you would be this sick and sniff your wife's mums 73 year old dirty vagina. You wait till I tell her, she will throw you out, you deserve it you sick pathetic little boy."
"Are you getting your kicks from sniffing my panties and masturbating? I noticed they were in a different order in the wash basket but god that is sick, so I laid this little trap for you, can you taste that creamy goodness that is where I masturbated last night rubbing my clit and making them all sticky."
"Do you like the taste and smell of my old vagina I bet you would like to taste it for real wouldn't you?" Well I have a treat for you I got fucked by my Indian neighbour he is only 48 and is not getting any from his wife as she is heavily pregnant he has come inside me and I am going to sit on your face and you are going to eat all his cum and lick my slimy pussy while I rub my vagina on your face. I want you to taste your dirty mother in-laws stinky used pussy you will do as your told I am going to smother your naughty face in dirty cummy sticky juices and you are going to make me orgasm and drink my juices. You are going to pleasure me whenever I desire I am going to enjoy bringing myself of rubbing my dirty pantied covered crotch over your face smothering you with my womanliness.
"I also have a 75 year old friend Heather who has not had sex for 25 years I bet she could get off by rubbing her horny pussy over your face. Now get out and leave me to take a shower you dirty little pervert."
The next morning I got up after my wife had gone out to the shops and went downstairs, Barbara was in the kitchen when she heard me she turned around and scorned at me go into the lounge!
I did as I was told and her best friend Heather was there grinning I walked in and was told to lay on the floor. I did as I was told Heather stood up and walked over to me abusing me calling me a dirty filthy pervert for sniffing and licking Barbara's dirty smelly panties whilst masturbating. She stood astride my head and opened her legs and laughed at me telling me how she had not washed herself for three days since Barbara had told her that I had sniffed her dirty knickers. She told me that the thought of getting my face between her 75 year old thighs was the only thing that had made her moist in Twenty Five years. She could not wait to force me to sniff her old cunt through her knickers.
She slowly lowered herself over my face with Barbara in the background tell Heather to abuse my face with her stinky snatch and get her cum that she so deserved.
I was then surrounded by hot wet smelly undergarments with a 75 year old ordering me to sniff me cunt and to pull her panties to one side to finger her tight cunt and to get my face and nose totally coated in her thick goo that was seeping out. I t did taste and smell.
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Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Exposed to the Domme Club byNancyPan©

I highly recommend that you read my story "The Domme Club" prior to reading this one as there is background in that story that I think will make this one more fun. Also, I continue to struggle with the narrow selection of categories. If you have read any of my other work, you will know that this is not just BDSM, but certainly has strong element of fetish, gender, and describes a wife and husband very much in love as they live their kinky lives.
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It was Saturday. Like most Saturdays I was dressed in one of my now several French maid outfits. This one Mistress Monica seemed to especially prefer for me to wear as the pink satin fabric, white lace trim, and short skirt accented by a flouncy white petticoat was so, well, sissy. She had ordered size 10 Ameona forms for me and they filled out the DD cups I was now required to wear around the house. White thigh highs with a lace top and pink two-inch heels completed the look.
When I was cleaning the house while wearing this outfit; there was no use pretending that I had much masculinity left in me. Monica relished highlighting how submissive, feminine, and deferent I had become to her and, I couldn't help myself, I now deferred to all women. Especially in this town I never knew whether a woman I encountered was in the Domme Club and had heard all about me. Not only that, but as I embraced femininity myself I found myself admiring and idolizing women and wishing that I could be all female.
There was one problem that separated me from real women, and my Mistress was in the habit of pointing this out. If I was brought to tears by a movie, commented on a stylish outfit in a women's clothing store window, or she found me paging through Cosmo or Good Housekeeping she was fond of telling me, "You are like a chick with a dick." Then she would laugh and maybe whisper in my ear, "But you will never have a real pussy, my dear, just like you will never have a real man's cock. No wonder you adore my pussy so."
So, as I was saying, it was Saturday. I was dressed in my pink satin maid's uniform and I had just completed my chores for the day when Monica came home from her Domme Club luncheon. "Hi sissy," she said, "Would you like to hear about our meeting? I talked about you with the other ladies."
She loved to humiliate me with such exposure and I had given her plenty of indication that her talking about me to her Domme friends was highly arousing to me. Like she most often did after these meetings when she wanted to tease me, she went to her easy chair in the living room and, once seated, called me to her side. "Up with your skirt and petticoat, down with your panty girdle and panties." For some time now she had been requiring me to wear a panty girdle to hold my tuck securely between my legs when she was away from home. I actually had come to like this as everything was kept in place and out of the way of temptation. Anyway, of course I did as I was told and I stood beside her with my flaccid penis available for her grasp.
She took it in both hands and I immediately began to grow. "That's okay, baby. Let it get hard. This reassures me that you haven't been playing with it while I've been away." No matter how many times I had assumed this position next to her, she seated and me standing, she fully clothed and me fully exposed, the power of the encounter sent me to the edge and I always wanted very much to shoot my load in her hand—although I also knew that would be a very bad idea. "They want to see it, Tom." My penis twitched in her grip affirming that this idea excited me. "They can't believe it is less than four inches erect. None of them have never seen one that small," she said and I thought I might lose control.
"Mistress, would you please take your hand away for a moment. I am afraid that I might squirt," I said.
"Of course, honey," she said as she let go, "That's a good little sissy to tell Mistress so we don't have any messes. So the idea of being on display to the Domme Club excites you, does it?"
"Yes, Mistress, but, um, ahh, it would be so very humiliating."
"And that is what excites you so...you are so easy, sissy."
"May I have permission to jerk off for your amusement, Mistress?" I asked hopefully.
"Absolutely not, although I am pleased to see that the idea of such exposure excites you so."
So that is how the idea was hatched, or at least how it was presented to me. Perhaps Monica had been planning this for some time as a way of deepening my submission. Once she had brought it up I couldn't stop thinking about it. I imagined the group of dominant women examining my cock and I could hear their laughter in my mind. My penis would be the center of attention and the object of ridicule by a group of women. Mistress Monica said little more about it for several days, letting me cook in my own stew. Then she started to drop little hints like how she was planning to host the next meeting at our house or asking me if I thought I would need new panties for her meeting.
As the month wore on I of course could see the date circled on the calendar that hung next to the fridge and the initials DC for Domme Club in red marker prominent on that date. One evening just a few days before the meeting I arrived home from my law office to find Monica resting in her easy chair. "Over here. You know what to do—pants and panties pulled down." She took it in her left hand, "Love the floral print panties, Tom. Very feminine. Hope you are wearing the matching bra." I was.
She continued to hold my swelling penis as she continued, "I have decided that in order to protect the identity of the women in the club I am going to have you wear a leather hood during your display so that you will not be able to see. I have considered having you wear noise-cancelling headphones as well so that you can not identify any of the voices, but I do want you to hear the laughter and the comments." I was now twitching uncontrollably. I had to resist the urge to hump her hand. "I will simply tell those women whose voice you might recognize to be discrete."
She reached into a bag near the chair and pulled out a black leather hood, "I borrowed this from one of the gals. She uses it to punish her husband. Don't worry, she has required him to thoroughly clean it so it is ready for your use." She handed it to me and I placed my hands inside to fill out the mask. There was a bit of a stretch to the material, no openings for eyes, but 2 small holes for nostrils and a larger hole for the mouth. "You will be gagged as well," and she produced a red ball gag and handed it to me. "Don't want to risk your saying something that could get you in trouble," she said as though it would be a favor to me to have me gagged.
She was now stroking me and I fought a powerful urge to squirt. Instead, I asked, "May I have release, Mistress? I beg you to allow me to squirt, please Mistress Monica."
She quickly pulled her hand away, "You will do no such thing. No cummies for sissy until the day of your display. I want you to be able to get erect so that accurate measurements may be taken. It would be so embarrassing for me if you were impotent and could not get hard that day. I already have to deal with the smallest penis in the club." She reached up and stroked my cheek. "You are so sweet. Follow all of the instructions and I may allow you to jerk off in front of my friends after we are done with you."
She picked up a magazine and began leafing through it absent-mindedly, ignoring me standing by her side with my pants and panties around my ankles and my cock twitching and jerking with excitement, now even without being touched, just with the thought of being displayed to her friends as she had planned. Mistress Monica ignored me until my arousal had subsided and I lost my erection. "Now run along and get changed. I want you in only your pink lace bra and panty set this evening and your pink babydoll."
I quickly changed and returned to the living room. Without a word, Mistress pointed towards the kitchen and I knew that she expected that I prepare dinner. It was a good thing that I had spent part of my chore time on Saturday making some meals ahead of time, so before long I was able to bring her a tray with her dinner. Before accepting the tray from me she stood up, hiked up her skirt and pulled her panties off. She pulled them over my head with the intoxicating scent of the gusset positioned just over my nose and she clipped it in place at the back of my head. "I have worn these all day, sissy Tommy. They must be rich with my scent, with the scent of my pussy, with the perfume of my femininity."
I knelt by her side as she ate, the power of her scent intoxicating me. I felt so happy to be serving her so. She took the opportunity to give me more instructions for the meeting of the Domme Club. "I want you to build a little pedestal for you to stand on while my friends are here. I want your penis at about eye level, so since most of them will be wearing heels, let's say that you prepare yourself a little perch that will put your penis at about five and a half feet." I didn't like the sound of this. "And I wouldn't make it too small if I were you. Your hands will be bound behind your back and I don't want you falling off. You will be on display here in the living room, so with the vaulted ceiling you will have plenty of room. You may build a little leaning post onto the perch if you want as the meeting will be about two hours." She continued eating and paging through a magazine, virtually ignoring me kneeling by her side other than giving me these instructions. When she finished she handed me her tray. "You may go into the kitchen and eat your dinner. Then clean up and prepare for me to join you in bed. I want you wearing the chin dildo. I feel like a little ride...and I want to cover your face with the my precious pussy juices."
When I returned to the kitchen I wanted to jerk off in the worst way and I touched myself through my panties for a couple soft strokes—but I knew better than to cum without explicit permission from Mistress Monica. My days of unsupervised masturbation were over. Not only had I promised her that I would not ejaculate without her permission, but in days past when I had naively defied her believing that she would never know, she always somehow did know. She told me that there were many clues to my having been a bad boy including a look of shame on my face that I could not hide when she asked me if I had jerked off. She also could read my arousal and I was quicker to respond the longer she had kept me chaste. So, I quickly ate my dinner as by now I was more interested in tasting her pussy than the meat loaf and mashed potatoes before me. Soon I was in the bedroom where I found the chin dildo, strapped it on, took one look in the bathroom mirror and saw how silly I looked with a silicone cock protruding from my chin, and I assumed my position on the bed.
She liked to keep me waiting and anticipating in this position, laying on my back with my head in the center of the bed and my legs dangling off the side. This time, though, she was in the bedroom shortly after I was in position and she stripped naked; then sat on the side of the bed stroking the dildo and chiding me, "If only you had a cock as large as this one it would be entering me this evening instead of this imitation. And this dildo isn't even that large. It is only six inches. Does it frustrate you, Tom, that your tiny penis is not allowed to enter your Mistress?"
I simply moaned. There was nothing to say. That tiny penis was pushing against the silky nylon of my panties and I could not wait to service her. I think it would be fair to say that I was addicted to the scent of her pussy; and I had come to relish the experience of giving her the powerful orgasms that I had been unable to provide when she had let me fuck her with my penis. She mounted me, slowly lowering her gleaming wet cunt onto the dildo giving me quite an erotic view of her hole as it opened and swallowed the dildo. If only that was my cock, but I knew that I would ejaculate immediately and disappoint her. This was better, more fair to her, and I was proud to be able to satisfy her with my tongue in a way that I could not with my penis. Once she had taken it all the way in her clit glistened above my mouth and my tongue went to work sucking and licking as I inhaled her womanly smells. She rode me slow, she rode me fast, she rode me hard, she rode me soft, all the while chastising me about my inadequate penis and how fun it will be to display me to her Club.
"It will be a delicious humiliation, Tom, for my friends to see your tiny penis. They will laugh at you Tom. But let me remind you that you have brought all of this on yourself. You asked for it Tom. You begged me to dominate you, to humiliate you, to take control of that pathetic penis after I found you with my panties over your head jerking off into my favorite bra. You asked for this, Tom... Ahhhh, Ooooow, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, I'm cumming on my sissy's face. I'm cuuummmmming..."
After she dismounted she cuddled up next to me. I knew that it was now okay to take the harness off of my chin. My face was gleaming with the wonderful evidence that I had pleased her. "That was wonderful, Tom. Something you could never do with your penis. You have a very talented tongue, sweetie." She placed a hand on my panties and squeezed my throbbing erection. "After the women see it Saturday, you will be allowed to cum. Now go to sleep, my love, I know you have a big day at the office tomorrow."
There was no more sex and I knew there would not be until after Monica had hosted the meeting of the Domme Club at our house. I had completed a simple platform that I had covered in pink satin that I had gotten at the fabric store. I placed it in the center of the living room just as Mistress Monica instructed. When I stood on the tiny stage the base of my penis would be just about five and a half feet off the floor. The morning of the meeting I was busy cleaning, preparing food, and getting serving dishes out and ready. Since I would be on display during the meeting I would be unable to serve the food—plus my vision would be blocked by the hood I would be wearing. About an hour before the guests were to arrive, Monica summoned me away from the kitchen. "I will finish the rest, Tom. You get in the shower; shave your chest, underarms, and legs. I don't want any stubble. The stockings, flats, bra, and panties I want you to wear are on the bed. We'll keep your little thing covered in nylon and lace until it is time for the unveiling."
By the time the doorbell rang announcing the first arrival I was already on my perch, white lace top thigh highs, white patent leather flats, and a matching white nylon and lace bra and panty set. Mistress did not want me in my breast forms, so the bra had smaller half cups. Mistress said that she wanted me "all natural," whatever that meant. The hood was over my head so I stood in total darkness. I could feel my face flushing to the sound of heels on the wood floor. "This is my husband Tom. He has agreed to show all of us his tiny penis today, isn't that sweet of him?" Two women must have come into together. I heard them laugh and then they seemed to move away as Monica offered her friends a drink. The joke was repeated each time the doorbell rang and soon I could hear snippets of conversation from various points in the room. Some said how they admired how Monica had trained me, some said how lucky I was to have her as most women would not tolerate a husband with such a small penis, Once all the guests had arrived and gotten something to drink Monica called the meeting to order and said that she wanted to start with the unveiling so that my period of exposure would be as long as possible. Suddenly I felt hands on the waistband of my panties and they were yanked to my knees.
Embarrassment seemed to be trumping arousal. It was clear from the comments and giggling that my cock had shriveled as though trying to hide from their curious eyes. I was worried this would disappoint Monica as she had told me it would embarrass her if I was unable to get an erection. Mistress Monica seemed to have anticipated this. "Okay. Ladies. I warned him not to get hard until we had measured him in this flaccid state. I have some rulers, tape measures, and a box of plastic gloves for those who want to measure." Soon I could sense them gathering about me and I heard the snapping of rubber gloves being pulled on. I knew that my penis was roughly at eye level with all of these women. I was, as Mistress Monica had said I would be, on display. Once hands starting grabbing and pulling at my member and I heard announcements of measurements ("It's a fucking inch and a half soft," one said) I could feel myself start to grow.
"It's growing. Look. It's growing." I wanted to grab it and stroke it and cum right then and there, but Monica had cuffed my hands behind my back. "Oh my god, I think that's as big as it gets, ladies," one woman said. "She's right, that's it," I heard Monica say, "Feel free to measure him now. I think you will find that he tops out at three inches, five-eighths."
Again I felt hands at the base of my cock and I could feel the cold plastic of rulers against its length. Roars of laughter and glee erupted from the ladies as they made fun of my inadequate penis. But my humiliation was just beginning. Monica called the unruly crowd to order. "I want to tell you a bit about me and Tom. This all started when I came home to discover him with a pair of my soiled panties over his head and he was jerking off into a cup of my favorite bra. After I busted him he begged me to dominate him and he confessed his panty fetish." The room was now silent. I could feel it twitching as Monica talked about me in front of her friends. This did not go without notice.
"You will see that he is unable to contain his excitement as I humiliate him and reveal his deepest secrets in front of all of you women. His cock, although inadequate for fucking, has been a reliable barometer of his arousal. When I first told Tom that he was to be exposed and measured in front of the Domme Club he asked me if he could jerk off right then and there. Of course I said No Way, Jose." They all laughed.
Mistress Monica continued, "I know it will be humiliating for him for me to tell you that his inadequate penis has not entered me or any woman now for several years." I couldn't help the twitching and I was glad that my face was covered. "Now all of you know Tom and see him around town. He likes to think of himself as a bit of a big shot when he is in his law office or in court. But if you see him around, keep in mind that under whatever male costume he might be wearing he is shaved, bra'ed, and pantied."
"How do you find satisfaction then, Monica?" one of the women asked in a voice that sounded too familiar for comfort. Was it the receptionist at Dr. Sylvester's office, or perhaps it was that woman attorney who handled the divorce of one of my clients.
"Oh, so nice of you to be concerned about me, hon. We have a nice collection of dildos that are more of a size to my liking, and of course he has a well-trained tongue." Some of the women laughed; others applauded. "You can see by his twitching dick that he relishes humiliation. Let's go ahead and have our snack and refresh our drinks. I am going to leave him exposed...oh, by the way, I told him that I would let him release to conclude our meeting, so those who want to stay for that, it should be great fun."
I heard some bustling about, a mix of conversation and the click of heels as the women walked about and chatted. I could sense that my cock was still erect and I had the sensation of curious eyes often inches from my exposed and hairless crotch. I was so aroused that I could hardly contain myself. Without thinking I had started gently thrusting my hips in a humping motion as though friction from the air alone could bring me some relief. One of the Dommes noticed and took immediate action. She swatted my bare ass along with a loud and stern command, "Stop, sissy!" I did.

It seemed like forever until I again heard Monica call the group to order. "Those who have to leave or don't want to see this sissy make a mess can leave. The rest of you are welcome to enjoy the show. I am going to release Tom's hands and allow him to cum."
I could hear the Velcro on the cuffs pull open and my hands were finally free. I stretched my fingers and hands and flexed my shoulders; waiting for further instruction from my Mistress. "You may cum now, Tom, in front of all of thse women. I am sure they are most tired of gazing upon your pathetic little penis, so to enhance your embarrassment I want you to pull up your panties and rub yourself through the nylon and lace until you thoroughly wet the front of your panties. Rub yourself like a girl masturbates, no stroking—that is for men—just rub yourself Tom—that's it. Now take your other hand and reach into the back of your panties and insert a finger into your tight little pussy—that's it, sissy Tommy."
Her words excited me. I pictured all of these dominant women watching me rub my penis through my panties. They had seen how small it is, some had measured it, they had made fun of it, and now I was going to release in front of them. It didn't take long.
"Another reason he is not allowed to enter me is that he has a problem with premature ejaculation. I think you will see—oh, it is already happening—that it doesn't take him long."
My hips bucked, my knees nearly buckled, I came in a powerful orgasm. My ejaculate wet the entire front of my panties. Once my body stopped convulsing I moved to cover myself with my hands and I felt an intense flooding of shame. The room erupted in applause and cheers.
"Don't cover yourself, Tom. Let the ladies see your cummie. I know you feel ashamed of yourself now, Tom, and you should. You have just been exposed to the Domme Club. Hands behind your back now—whenever you see a woman anywhere in this town you will not know whether she has measured your tiny penis or seen you cum in your panties. Yes, Tom, you should be ashamed, very ashamed, and that is why you need a strong Mistress to take care of you."
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