Helen’s slave. Part 10

This time the mistress has a present for her slave and it’s the girl’s clothes, she makes him wear the thongs and the stockings, the slave is in for some hot spanking too…

- You’ll be punished, slave. You’ve deserved that, – she pronounced the verdict in a calm voice.

- Yes… of course, my Mistress… – I agreed looking sideways at the table she usually used for that.

- But I’ll do that a bit later… Now I’d like to show you something, – she continued. – Bring me the packet.

When I gave her the packet she’d brought she took two packages out of it… As I noticed by the wrapping it was lingerie… I was sure she wouldn’t demonstrate me her new buyings… Suddenly I realized what it was intended for…

The girl was smiling mysteriously anticipating some fun…

- I’ve bought these things for you, slave, and now I want to present them to you… – she said.

I was right…

- Oh, yes… Thank you, my Mistress… – I thanked her a bit later than I had to.

- As I mentioned yesterday you’ll wear women’s clothes sometimes… It will help you realize your new position…

- Oh, yes, my Lady… Thank you for your care! – I decided to thank her one more time as I had delayed my thanks the previous time.

- So, what are you waiting for, slave? Get it out and put it on! – The girl pointed at the packet.

I made up my mind to begin with the panties. I took out a box with a girl wearing panties depicted on the cover. I opened it… oh, my God… thongs… I had never worn anything of this kind before… I examined the panties. They were lacy and seemed to me so tiny…

- Don’t worry, they are exactly your size! – My Mistress said as if she was reading in my mind.

I was still hesitating though I was absolutely nude before my Mistress and could hide nothing from her. But I felt shameful to put on lingerie at full view of her…

I took heart, unfolded the panties and started slowly putting them on feeling the girl was looking at me. Though they stretched a lot they were very tight. Turning away from her I adjusted my penis.

The strip behind separated my buttocks and pressed on my anus a bit. I used to wear boxers and they were much wider. But now I felt the fabric pressed me in the most unexpected places and the lace and transparency intensified the sensation.

- Turn your butt to me, slave! – Helen required.
I turned to her and a thought flashed through my mind that since now on she would think of me in a different way… She would fist her eyes at me as if I was her sexual female partner. It was so humiliating to demonstrate myself in a girl’s role… And then I thought that she would probably dislike my looks in this closing…

- Not bad, slave! – Helen smiled. – Now stockings…

The girl was obviously getting excited. She was enjoying seeing a naked and very submissive man in front of her. She felt how powerful she was… She knew she could put on her strap-on, bend the guy and fuck him fiercely. And he could do nothing except looking at her hard dildo…

Stockings as well as panties are special items for a man, a fetish. The view of shapely women’s legs in stockings is very seductive and if you can see the garter it is more than something… wild and crazy!.. But wearing it myself… I’d never thought of that… Wearing them I’d look even more humiliating for my Lady. Being aware of the fact she could fuck me I had to flirt and look tempting… It was awful. She showed me my status one more time. She was eager to demonstrate that I was just a girl for her and her present just accentuated that.

I opened the box with the stockings. They were new and had a specific smell…

I recalled how the girls put them on – rolling them up at the toes and then unroll them on the legs easily. They seemed to be so small, like knee socks, but as I knew they could stretch a lot. And of course the end of each stocking was lacy… Suddenly I remembered movies with hookers who left the lace exposed under short skirts to tempt men…

On the end a sticky transparent strip was attached. As I understood it didn’t allow the stocking to slide down. So, there was no need to use clips…

Taking one stocking in my hands I couldn’t understand for a long time whether it was left or right one… and I didn’t dare to look at my Mistress. I raised my foot a bit and started to push it through carefully. It was very inconvenient as I was doing it for the first time in my life. I didn’t want to seem unskillful to my Mistress.

- My Lady, may I… sit down? – It was not easy to say that.

Helen nodded being very amused by the situation. When I sat down I felt much more comfortable. I started pulling the stocking. It was hard as I had to straighten it and stretch all the time. Soon it was tightly fixed on me. I did the same with the second one. When I put both of them on I felt that stockings were very tight too…

Wearing all that I was standing before my Mistress… I felt shameful, uncomfortable and unusual… I don’t know which word can describe it better… I guess it was ‘unusual’ as Helen wouldn’t like ‘uncomfortable’. I had to get used to it.

I dropped my eyes when the girl rose and came up to me…

- Not bad, slave, – she said in a quiet and confident voice. – Today, you’ll be wearing this.

My first reaction was to object, I even opened my mouth but pronounced only:

- Yes, my Lady…
Suddenly Helen put her hand on my butt. She was stroking and squeezing it. Usually a guy touches a girl this way. And again, my first reaction was to move away… but I kept on standing as if I was spellbound.

I was almost naked for the exception of stockings and thongs standing before a dressed-up girl who was touching me. What a sight!

The girl remembered cheerfully that yesterday she had squeezed this butt thrusting inside the narrow virgin hole. Today she would fuck it again when she had a desire. She liked that light flirt with her slave…

- Relax, darling, – Helen smiled admiring the sight of my ass. She knew it belong to her only.

“It’s time to cheer him up as well as me” Helen thought. “Won’t it be wonderful to see my slave’s ass pink and his eye full of offence?..”

- Be ready for the punishment, slave! – Helen’s words sounded as an inevitable verdict.

I gave a deep sigh, came up to the table and bent on it. The girl approached to her secret drawer and started choosing what to punish her slave with. She was in no hurry. Feeling inner delight and slave’s tension my Mistress selected a lash…

- Pull your panties lower! – Helen ordered when she was behind me. – During the punishment your ass should be absolutely naked! Pull them down to your knees.

These lacy thongs didn’t hide my buttocks but I had to obey my Mistress’s wishes. I realized that perfectly. Pulling the panties down I returned to the table…

Nowadays lashing seems to be something wild but for me it was humiliating.

- You know what you are going to be punished for, slave! – Helen said in a strict voice. –Remember that you’ll be punished even for a tiny mistake despite all your merits and virtues. The type of your punishment depends on your Mistress and your mistake. Learn to take it adequately, get used to it and consider it your Mistress’s and your own pleasure.

Helen’s words were awful. It was hard to wait and know she was behind me with a lash.

“I’ve deserved this punishment” I said to myself getting ready for what was going to happen.

The first lash was unexpected for me. I twitched and gave a scream. It caused a smile on her face.

Helen always enjoyed lashing her slaves. Nothing was more pleasant for her than to see how they shuddered under her lash, moaned from pain…

This time I got about 15 lashes. I knew Helen rather badly but somehow I realized it was not too strict. I felt she could make it worse for me.

Helen decided that she would often lash him. The process would bring her unspeakable pleasure. And finding the reason for the punishment was not difficult at all. Helen smiled…

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December 17, 2008 · Filed under Sex Stories

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