The Panty Thief - Part II - The Guest
I knocked on the door of apartment 507 and waited. As soon as I was let in I was handed my
collar which I respectfully put on with trembling hands. I was then led to the kitchen and told I
looked thirsty. My mistress held a large glass of water to my lips. Instinctively I was about to
reach for the glass but then it occurred to me that if she wanted me to drink by myself she would
have instructed me to do so. I began gulping the liquid as she tilted the glass. "Don't spill any",
she warned as she continued to feed me. She did not let up and I had difficulty keeping up the
pace but luckily I managed without spilling any. She then filled the glass half way and fed it to
me again. I felt rather full and slightly uncomfortable after all that water. Being forced to drink
like that was mildly exciting although I am still unable to explain why. Only later was I was to
discover what her intentions were from this seemingly innocent task she forced on me.
I was then led to the living room where I was instructed to strip for inspection. I removed all my
clothes except my panty and stood trembling before her. She walked around me and looked at
my hairy legs with distaste. "If you intend to continue to serve me I expect you to maintain
smooth legs", she said as she stroked then with her riding crop, causing goose bumps to form.
Only a second passed before making up my mind and I said "Yes Ma'am" in a timid voice. I
know then I was committed to serving her and with some trepidation accepted my fate. She was
pleased with the fact I was wearing a panty shield as instructed and commented on my
enthusiasm when seeing my cherry red toes. I blushed and lowered my eyes when she gave me a
smile of approval. "Now lets go to the bathroom to do something about those unsightly legs of
yours", she said, "our guest will arrive shortly." "Our guest!" I thought in horror, what could she
have planned for this evening. I felt faint from a mix of embarrassment and fear for what lay
ahead. All kinds of thoughts passed through my head. I imagined the guest was the pasta lady
down the hall and she would present me to her as a gift. I was standing in the bathtub now still
imagining terrible scenarios. She applied some foamy material from a spray can all over my
legs. "Now wait here until I return and don't you dare move an inch", she said as leaving. I stood
there trembling. She did say guest and not guests didn't she?
My mistress returned carrying a bundle of clothes. I tried to get a look at them as she placed them on the counter. She noticed me examining at the clothes with interest and smiling she commented "Patience dear, you'll be dressed up in no time". She then rinsed my legs off and I saw my hair disappear down the drain. She told me to dry off and get dressed. "I expect you to present your self in five minutes" she instructed, noting the time on her watch "and remove your makeup dear it looks positively ghastly!".
I quickly rubbed my legs with a towel and found that a few of the more stubborn hairs could be
removed in this way. Once I was dry I examined the pile of clothes. I saw that on top there was a
fresh napkin. Next I saw a pretty pair of emerald green panties neatly folded and catching the light
in an inviting manner. They were followed by a pair of shimmering brown panty hose. Just
picking them up and feeling the silky material was enough to arouse me. I realized I did not have
much time and I quickly began dressing. First the panty. I pulled it up part way then fitted the
napkin. After tucking myself I pulled up the panty and looked at myself in the mirror. I was
delighted with what I saw, a feminine crotch and smooth sexy legs. Next I pulled up the panty
hose careful not to cause a run. I sat on the edge of the tub as I did this, first the left leg then the
right. The fit was fantastic and without the hair my legs felt more alive and sensitive than ever
before. The sensations were greatly enhanced by the sexy pantyhose I was wearing. I could not
resist admiring my legs in the mirror. Next the bra and the then a thin white long sleeve blouse.
The blouse had seven pearl buttons on the cuffs and somewhat baggy sleeves. The bra matched
the panty and I was a bit self conscious when I noticed that one could see through the blouse. I
could clearly see the bra I was wearing. Next I put on a short stretch skirt to compliment my
outfit. At the bottom of the pile was a frilly apron which I put on after slipping into my high
heels. The top of the apron managed to hide my bra somewhat but from behind I could clearly
see the darker colored straps through the blouse. After straightening out my skirt with a wiggle
of the hips I took a deep breath and went to the living room to present myself.
My mistress was pleased with how I looked and led me to the bedroom for the finishing touches. She first applied eye shadow, then eyeliner with skill and care. Next, mascara to define my lashes and emphasized my eyes. I was increasingly excited as she continued applying my makeup. She ended by painting my lips a pretty candy apple red which glistened seductively in the light. She crowned her work with a wig. All during this I was seated with my back to the mirror, she now let me turn around to have a look at the new me. I was trying to find my reflection in the mirror with some difficulty until I realized that the woman staring at me was in fact myself. I was astonished. Could I really look like that? I experimented with my reflection, first smiling at myself then licking my lips tasting the lipstick in the process. I got up and Instinctively glanced at the legs of the woman in the mirror, not bad I thought seeing the reflection of my smooth legs in the mirror. With my physical transformation came a subtle psychological one as well. My movements were more fluid and elegant. I was brought back to my senses when I heard my mistress say, "Enough of admiring yourself, you need to learn your place in this household. Into the kitchen and get the snacks ready. Take a bottle of champagne out of the fridge and put it in the ice bucket".
I had finished preparing the snacks and drinks relieved that there were only two glasses set out
when I heard the door bell ring. I heard my mistress call out, "Answer the door!". Trembling, I
went to obey my command. I opened the door to find a very attractive lady dressed in a light pink
skirt suit. The skirt ended mid thigh and she wore shiny ivory pantyhose. I was at a loss with
what to do and I could only think of curtsying. "Welcome", I said in my best maid's voice. My
mistress approached from behind and greeted our guest. "What a surprise", said our guest, "is she
properly trained? She looks a bit green. "I'm sure she looked at my bra as she said this. I was so
embarrassed and self conscious. "No training at all", I'm afraid, "but she shows signs of being a
quick learner. She does have a fancy for feet as I have found out already", No I don't I though to
myself turning a bright red upon remembering our last session. "Really? then I insist I be
properly greeted" our guest responded and extended her right foot towards me. I knew what was
required. Both ladies waited for my response. I was excited, there was not denying it. I edged
forward and knelt before our guest. Taking her foot in my hand with the greatest of tenderness I
removed her damp foot from her shoe. I saw tiny beads of perspiration gathered on the sole.
After delicately collected them with the tip of my tongue I turned my attention to her shapely
foot. With increasing excitement I examined how the light silky material of her stockings
encased her foot. She held her foot so that I could run my hand along the underside which
caused the material to wrinkle a bit. I found the sensual slippery feel of her stockings to be
extremely arousing.
My tongue gently reached to meet her toe. The salty taste encouraged me to extend my tongue
further to probe the underside of her delicious foot. I could feel the different texture of material
forming the reinforced toe as I continued my licking. Careful not to stain her stockings with my
lipstick I only used my tongue. Did I really harbor these desires before meeting my mistress or
did she instill them in me? It did not matter now, they were present and begging to be fulfilled.
After a few minutes of the sensual worship I was commanded to put the shoe back on. My
mistress then told me to fetch them some champagne. After pouring I was made to stand off to
the side holding the tray of snacks. I waited patiently listening to their conversation. I found out
that out guest was a professional dancer who also had maidservants and they were chatting about
problems she had training a particular one. I found out our guest had a job at "The Latin
Quarter", a classy strip club in the city center. My mistress had asked our guest if she could help
me with some dance techniques. Our guest was happy to oblige on the condition that she could
borrow me once my training was completed. My mistress added the further condition that I was
to get further dance training when I was serving her. Both parties were content with the deal. I
felt degraded being bargained over, but accepted it with what remaining dignity I had as part of
my new position.
I was told to place the tray down and instructed to stand in the middle of the floor. A blindfold
was fitted over my eyes, to help me overcome my shyness I was told. With the blindfold I did in
fact lose some of my inhibition since I could not see them watch me. I heard music from the
stereo start up and then the command "Dance for us". I started by swaying my hips to the music
and caressing myself. Soon I unbuttoned my blouse to reveal my tiny breasts and pointy nipples.
I pulled and pinched them though my sexy bra and made tiny noises of pleasure. I found this act
of exhibitionism highly stimulating and continued my caresses. I was given some suggestions,
more like commands as it would be unthinkable to disobey, to turn around and show some ass or
pull up my skirt. Being the center of attention was very exciting. Part way into the second song
my blindfold was removed and I was told to interact with the audience some more. I was happy
to oblige since I was now getting into it and loved playing the role of a stripper.
I walked towards them with swinging hips. My blouse fully unbuttoned and partially pulled
down my shoulders. My skirt was pulled up revealing my crotch. I was still wearing the
pantyhose and you could see my cute panty through the material. I could feel myself getting
wetter as I continued to dance for them. As the act progressed I would approach very close trying
to tease then with my body. I knew they could take me any time they desired and I wanted to
build up their lust for me. I felt so feminine and devilish teasing them. I would roll on the ground
spreading my legs wide for them to have a good look as I played with my pussy. At one point I
was on my hands and knees crawling towards them, being careful to avoid ruining my stockings,
when suddenly our guest got up and mounted me like I was a horse. She told me to carry her
towards my mistress which I did with some difficulty. When we got to the couch she let her legs
down releasing some of her weight and by pulling my hair forced my head back until I was
staring at a rubber dildo inches from my face. My mistress rubbed it across my cheek and informed
me it was time for some oral training. I was taken aback. The head of the cock crossed my lips
smudging the lipstick. "Kiss it!" she instructed. I was reluctant to do so and my mistress again
pressed the head against my lips. "Come on, kiss it!" I reluctantly puckered up and placed a kiss
on the head leaving a tell tale red smudge. With encouragement from both of them I parted my
lips letting a bit in. My mistress pushed the cock in further than I would have liked and made me
gag. Sensing this, she withdrew a bit but my mouth was still filled with the dildo. "Suck it with
passion!" I was told and I tried my best. I was getting increasingly aroused as I continued which
made me squirm. I tried taking more of the cock in and found I was able to control my gaging
reflex if I went slowly. My breathing increased and my reluctance decreased as I continued my
lesson. I was now able to take all six inches in with the head deep in my throat. I was panting
with excitement and moaning as I worked on the cock. I felt a intense pleasant sensation starting
in my groin and spread through my entire body in warm waves. Just as I heard my mistress say
"Don't cum!", I felt a sticky warm wetness spreading in my crotch. This was unlike any orgasm I
had before. My penis was not actually erect, it was still tucked between my legs. The orgasm
involved my entire body. My napkin managed to absorb most of my cum but I did feel some
overflow. My pussy was still twitching with each heart beat and I was breathing with some
difficulty as I still had the dildo in my mouth. When I regained some of my composure I recalled
what I heard before my orgasm and was immediately worried about the consequences for
disobeying. It turned out my mistress was only mildly displeased since she was very happy with
response to my training session. I was told I would have to wear the soiled panty for the rest of
the day. I did not mind the squishy warm feeling between my legs as I performed my duties.
My mistress left the living room and as I was fussing over something on the table with my back
to our guest I was startled when I felt her warm hands caress my legs and expertly pull up my
skirt. I responded immediately to the sensual caresses. She pushed me forward with ease as I
offered no resistance. I was bent at my waist with my body sprawled over the table. My skirt was
pushed up and my bottom was exposed. Such a delicious feeling as she massaged my bum. I
heard her say she wanted to take me here and now, and I was wishing she did. I was panting as
she continued working on me. She parted my cheeks and pushed the damp pad partially into my
hole. Ummmm I was grinding my ass against her and squirming in ecstasy. When my mistress
returned she said to our guest, "She is quite a yummy piece isn't she?". Our guest replied by
saying, "I can hardly wait to borrow her. I'm sure she could benefit from some specialized
training". She pulled down my skirt. I felt my pad was still delightfully wedged in my bum as I
carried on my tasks.
Back in my maid's role I was ordered to refresh their drinks. I still felt weak after my intense
orgasm and still a bit awkward in my high heels. My pussy was still pleasantly throbbing. I
poured too quickly and the bubbling champagne spilled over. It dawned on me that I did a bad
thing and snuck a peek at my mistress hoping she did not see the spilled champagne. No luck,
she was staring at me with an intensity that made me blush and lower my eyes.
She got up and attached the leash to my collar. She then lead me to the center of the room, leaving me standing there. She returned with a fresh pair of panties, garter belt and stockings. After returning to her seat I was instructed to change into the new clothes. First I removed my pumps. I was instructed to get on my knees and kiss the toe of my shoe. I felt excited just at the thought. I could smell leather and saw beads of sweet on the inside just like from our guest. I kissed the toe leaving a red lipstick mark. I was instructed to lick it clean which I eagerly did. I felt somewhat embarrassed at my show of enthusiasm but I was beyond the point of being able to control it.
After my show of submission I removed the pantyhose, which were a damp around the edges of the crotch. Next the panty with the pad heavy with my cum. There was still some sticky jism on my balls and ass hole which I wiped with the panty. I then put on the garter belt and began pulling up the stockings. I was given instruction on how to properly put them on and how to adjust the straps. Ummmm much more sexy I thought. I was surprised to find that the panty was in fact a g-string and put it on again tucking myself to achieve a more feminine crotch. I stood before them, smiling. The way they looked at me made me stop smiling and I sensed I was in for a severe punishment.
My mistress approached and pulling down on the leash forced me to kneel. She stepped on the
leash so that it passed under the space between the spiked heel and the toes. By pulling up
on it she forced my head down further until my cheek was pressed against her shoe. "I will now
punish you for your sloppy work. This time I will go easy but if you ever spill my champagne
again I will give you a canning to remember, understood?". "Yes Ma'am" I respectfully replied.
She left me there for several minutes. The redness from my spanking I received earlier this
afternoon during my surprise inspection had faded but my cheeks were still sensitive. My ass
was up in the air exposed and vulnerable. The thin strip of the g-string fit snugly in the crack of
my bum parting my bare cheeks.
When she returned I saw that she was carrying a wooden spoon and the glass of champagne which I has caused to overflow. "Hands behind your back" she commanded. I responded quickly and without thinking. She placed the cool glass on the small of my back making me hold it. She then got the bottle and slowly filled it up to the rim.
"Remember what I said about spilling any more champagne, darling". I could imagine her
smiling as she said this. When she finished pouring she positioned herself behind me and
caressed my bum with the wooden spoon. She gave me a sudden swat - not too hard. I managed
to hold the glass without spilling a drop.
I let out an yelp of pain, somewhat exaggerated in the hopes that she would take mercy on me. As I would soon learn she could not be fooled so easily. The next swat was a bit harder and again I succeeded to prevent any spillage. The next was harder still and with this one I moved slightly but luckily nothing was spilled. She alternated cheeks as she continued my test making them glow quite red. The next one was harder still but I was expecting it and did not flinch this time. I was surprised by the next one - it was considerably harder and stung quite a bit. It seems she was tiring of this game.
I jerked forward and felt cool bubbly liquid make its way between my cheeks. She accomplished what she had intended, making me earn a severe canning. She took the glass from my hand and walked to the front of me and motioned me to kneel upright. As I did more of the champagne trickled over my stinging buns soothing them for the moment. She held the glass to my lips forcing me to drink the remaining champagne. My bladder was full from the water I drank earlier and this extra drink made me very uncomfortable. It was difficult to keep myself from peeing.
She stood before me watching, forcing me to averted my eyes towards the ground. Using her riding crop she lifted my chin and stared at me, waiting. "I'm sorry Ma'am" I groveled, "I know I can be a more suitable servant. Please let me prove it". She continued watching me and I knew what was required of me. "I request that I be punished for my sloppiness. Please give me the canning I have earned so that I can achieve perfection in my service to you." What am I saying!! I thought. I was shaking in anticipation of my punishment. With I lowered voice I begged, "Mark me with your crop so that I will remember the lesson I learned today". I humbly lowered my head and continued "I am deserving and ready for my punishment, Ma'am."
"If you insist" was the reply I got. She held the tip of the riding crop near enough so that I could
kiss it. Satisfied she removed the sodden pad from my soiled panty. This was to be my gag. I was
made to open my mouth and she pushed the napkin in. I dared not resist. When I closed my
mouth some of my jism squeezed out and I swallowed by reflex. She tied my hands behind my
back and secured them to a D ring in my collar. In this position I was unable to protect my bum
with my hands. I was made to lean forward head down and rear end high in the air. Any question
as to who was in control was answered. I was helpless. I could not move and I knew I had to receive
my punishment with grace if I was to be retained as her maid. I waited, trembling for what was
going to be the most severe punishment I have receive from her so far. In fact the most severe
punishment I have received from anybody, at least up until that day.
Instead of starting out slowly each swat was of equally fierce intensity. There was a mixture of
pain and curiously enough a pinch of pleasure in the ordeal. Pleasure in knowing that I have
learned a lesson today and through my punishment I was being forgiven. I knew this would help
me to better serve my mistress. My semi-swollen member trapped in the front of the panty expressed
a sense of pleasure in my humiliation. I counted twelve swats before she stopped. My bum was
on fire and I was sobbing. She examined my cheeks and concluded with an extra sway to the left
one to ensure both received equal attention.
She released me. I was then made to continue serving them with my skirt pulled up exposing my burning bum to my great humiliation. I imagined that all four of my cheeks were equally red.
By now my bladder was bursting. I still had the napkin in my mouth and was unable to ask
permission to relieve myself. In fact I realized that I was instructed not to talk unless spoken to
and even without the gag I would be virtually gagged. Desperately, I squirmed squeezing my legs
together making whimpering noises. This amused them greatly and laughing my mistress commented
"Seems my pet needs to relieve herself. Well I'm not ready yet." They went back to their
conversation discussing different training methods. I was in agony. Occasionally a droplet of pee
escaped to be absorbed in my g-string. I could not hold it for much more.
I then got on my hands and knees and crawled whimpering to my mistress like a puppy. I really had to go and this was the only way I could think of to convince her. She finally gave in not for my sake but to prevent me from peeing on her carpet. She took the leash and made me crawl to the bathroom. Our guest followed. I pulled down my panty while facing the toilet and immediately got a stinging swat across my buns. "That's not how we do it, pull them back up!". I knew what she wanted. After pulling my panty back up I turned around. I was required to sit when I pee. I caught a glimpse of my bum in the mirror and could see the beginning of purple bruises forming on both cheeks. When I sat I could feel a bitter sweet pain. I had some trouble since my erect cock was pointing up. Both ladies watched me with amusement and told me I had two minutes to finish. I had to push my
penis between my legs in order to pee. I was terribly embarrassed as I heard the trickle of my pee while these ladies stood there. When I finished I wiped my pussy and pulled my g-string back up.
The night ended abruptly after that. I was dismissed for the evening as the two ladies when out for dinner. At first I though I would be dismissed for good and was looking at my mistress with begging eyes. I was relieved to hear she wanted me back next Thursday and I said "Thank you, Ma'am!" as I left apartment 507.