Shopping for Panties, Pt. 06
By Miss Amanda

Your eyes wander from side to side, and you try to keep your distance from the other customers in the shop. Young, petite women come in, obviously looking for something hot and sexy to wear for their current lovers. Some are obviously married, while others just look like naughty sex kittens. The kind of girls who love to dress up and prepare for sex…to make an event out of the experience.

You should understand what it feels like to be them. You do exactly that when you prepare yourself to play with me. Even now, your legs are shaved from the last play party you served at, and when I lean in to whisper something into your ear, I can smell the faint sweetness of my wetness on your nose and mouth. And when I have you go all out, as I surely will tonight, you put on your wig and your lingerie and all your makeup in preparation for serving beautiful me. It’s a lot of work, but your sissy clit just leaks through it all. You love being close to young and sexy me. That’s why we’re here, shopping for your new panties. (more…)

Shopping for Panties, Pt. 05
By Miss Amanda

Well, we finally have all your sizes figured out, so now it’s time to go shopping for some underthings. Of course, Susie, the blonde sales clerk, really wants to help. I think she works off commission or something like that.

“So, umm, where should we start? Just how much are you planning to buy today?”

I nibble on my lower lip, looking you up and down. Your eyes are excited and your face is elated. This is everything you’ve been looking forward to! You’re so going to get some new panties, and lots of them.

“I think we’ll be buying a few dozen pairs,” I tell Susie. “Our friend is kind of messy, and she goes through panties constantly.”

You giggle too, because you know exactly what I mean. When I make you wear panties, it’s only a matter of minutes before you start to drip against the soft, sleek material. That dripping turns into a little wet spot, and then a bigger one, and well…let’s just say that you usually end up fingering your big clit by then. So yup, you’ll need plenty of panties! (more…)

Shopping for Panties, Pt. 04
By Miss Amanda

I laugh as the woman walks up to us. “Oh, this isn’t my boyfriend. More like just a friend, and we’re buying some things for a girl we know.” I watch as you fidget, feeling very uncomfortable around all these girly undergarments. You radiate fear and worry, as if you’re just waiting for someone to call you out on being a kinky little slut who wants to buy panties.

“Of course, we can definitely help you out with that. What size is this friend of yours,” the saleswoman asks, looking us both up and down. I turn to look at you as well, so that now there are two pretty girls staring at you amongst all these intimate garments.

“Hmm?” I prompt you. “What size does she wear?” I cross my arms as I wait for you to respond. (more…)

Shopping for Panties, Pt. 03
By Miss Amanda

After we say goodbye to Carlos, I take your hand and lead you through the mall. “You know where we’re going now, don’t you baby?” I ask.

You nod, both ashamed and excited at the same time. “To pick out my new panties, Miss Amanda?”

I stop so that you can buy me a soda, and we talk while the clerk gets it for me. “Yup! We’re going to have to get all kinds. Cute, little panties for when you’re being sweet and innocent and slutty thongs for when you’re dressing up to be a bad, little sissy girl.”

You beam at me, super excited. It looks very pretty on you, this enthusiasm. I pick through my purse while we wait and I finally pull out a vial of liquid lip gloss. I touch up my pink lips, and then I order you close so that I can brush the sticky, strawberry goo all over your lips as well! (more…)

Shopping for Panties, Pt. 02
By Miss Amanda

You’ve become so beautiful under my care. Just how does it feel to be the pet of a barely-legal teenage girl? It’s definitely hard work, but it does pay off! Every day, you have to shave your entire body for me, and you pluck you eyebrows, and even wear some light make-up. That’s nothing compared to your dressing up routine, but it’s enough that you always look so pretty and beautiful for me. People notice!

We’re just partway into the mall, when a young, well-dressed guy stops you. “Hey, beautiful,” he exclaims, in a thick and jubilant, gay voice. “You look positively fab today, honey.”

I watch as you blush. People walk by us, and while you and your friend do get a few dirty looks, they just assume you’re a cute pair of fags chatting it up. I giggle, poking you in your side. “Don’t be rude, baby! Talk back!” (more…)

Shopping for Panties, Pt. 01
By Miss Amanda

I meet you at the mall. You’re waiting for me outside, like a cute little puppy dog, and you light up when you see beautiful, delicious me. Ever since I caught you, playing with my panties, you’ve been my little plaything.

I giggle as I step up onto the sidewalk and slip my hand into your own. Your fingers are sweaty and nervous. “Big day, hmm?” I ask in amusement. Today is the day that we’re going to go shopping for your very own panties. You have butterflies in your tummy. You’re both really excited and fearful of what lies ahead, just through those sliding glass doors.

“Answer me, beautiful. Does my pretty little slut want to go shopping for her very own panties?” I giggle again. A few wandering shoppers overhear me talking to you, a man quite a bit older than myself, and they give you dirty looks. Everyone thinks that girls are so terribly innocent and sweet, so you’re going to get the blame for all of this. (more…)