How a [F]rench virgin student went shopping for crotchless underwear with an older redditor and other shenanigans.

I’ve met a guy from Reddit. He knows who he is, he said he’ll pitch in at some point. 

It’s not unusual by itself, but let me remind you I was raised catholic. Not any catholic, mind you, the very traditional kind, the Fraternité sacerdotale Saint-Pie-X if you’re into this kind of thing. It is so catholic that the leader of the group was excommunicated by the pope for being too conservative. That means they celebrate the tridentine mass, so mass in latin, old style with the priest facing away from the faithful, singing, that kind of thing. I’m now in college in Paris, of course at the catholic university. I had to fight my parents a bit for this, because they wanted me to come back home. 

I’m French, and I posted some stories on reddit. I have been gently nudged towards openness. So far, I’ve shaved my kitty, gone without a bra home and to class, fingered myself in class, went to mass without underwear, got on some birth control (patch since the pill didn’t agree with me…). 

The  guy I got in touch with has suggested I ask for suggestions on how to proceed for now. I think he did this to make me more desperate and to play on my humiliation kink (it works…). Specifically, about where we should do it (my place, his, a hotel, a club, a church…), whether I should straight up get it in my pussy or whether weeks of teasing , progression form oral, anal then sex would be better, and whether it should be sweet, or hard… 

I’ve had some nice answers, and we decided to proceed from there and here is the deal. He’s going to fuck me, and tear my cherry. I’ll be forever defiled and unsuitable for marriage in the eyes of my church. I’m looking forward to this. 

But it is not going to happen right away. We have agreed he’s going to chip away my upbringing step by step. We determined it should take no longer than one month. Now, just talking about it around a glass of wine in a crowded café was a good first step I think. For this month, he owns my body, in the sense that I’ll let him lead me along the way. We’ve agreed of course that I can back out at any time, and that he’ll be tested for anything before any “real” contact. So, fret not, I’m keeping myself safe and hoping I’m staying sane.

He’s a great guy, and I think the prospect of fucking me is making him go all out. So, the first part of the plan is that we went shopping, and he paid for it. If you’re curious, we went to Dollhouse in rue du roi de Sicile. They are great! I think they are used to seeing couples like us and we were made to feel very comfortable. 

I’ve told him about my escapade, and he read all about it off course. While being nude under my clothes is a good idea, he’s purchased some lingerie for me. We got several sets. Sheer panties, crotchless panties, sheer bras, some sort of bra harness not covering anything, one with hoops and rings where the nipple pokes through, a waist chain. 

This is where things got real. I tried these on. After reassuring the staff I was OK, we went to one of the changing rooms. I waited for him to leave, but he just looked, and beckoned me to try these on. I blushed, of course. But I could feel my nippls hardening at the prospect. Slowly, I started stripping my conservative cloth, until I was in my underwear. I started looking at the floor as I removed my bra. He stopped me, asking me to look him in the eyes. I did, as my breasts were finally free. I stood there for a while as he devoured my body with his eyes, chuckling appreciatively. I was finally showing myself to a man, and it made my breasts perk and my crotch melt. He asked me why I stopped. Slowly, I bent to slide my panties down, still looking at him. I was nude. It took all my willpower not to cover myself, and I could feel my whole body blush. 

I started to try on all the bras. He had to go and get some other sizes at some point. I tried the panties too, and fortunately they had some little pads for sanitary reasons because I would have soiled them all with my wet slit. All the while he was commenting on my beautiful body. He asked if I was aroused to be nude in front of a man (yes), what my mum would think (she’d kill me), if the birth control patch meant I was having sinful intentions (hell yes!), if I was ready to follow his instructions for a month (sure), if I wanted to have sex (doh). 

We finished, and I dressed up in my usual clothes. We moved to another section where I finally saw some things I had only seen on the internet: sex toys. We had a nice chat, then he asked one of the ladies to give me some advice. I was absolutely mortified, but incredibly aroused at the same time. I tried to bluf my way, but it was very quickly clear I had no idea on most of the things she asked. However, he very gracefully kept the conversation moving. Soon we had settled on a whole bag of things. I got a set of plugs for my bottom (scary!), a nice vibrating thing for my love button, some lubricant (I thought these were for cars…), some ginger tingly gel, and some nice things for my nipples, not quite clamps but kind of noose things linked by a golden chain. We left and altogether he spent a fair bit of money on this. 

We were not done though! I’ll not bore you with more shopping adventures, but we went to a very different shop called “Petits Bateaux” where I bought the most innocent underwear one could imagine (white and blue, white and pink). We also went to various cloth shops where I got two short dresses, ons short skirt, one VERY short skirt, some tights, a crop top, two nice tops… 

He also gave me some temporary tattoos he got online. They are in English (not many of these in French…), and are either figures, or some derogatory comments. He said these would complement my body writing nicely…

He said he’d send me instructions after I went home. So I did, and received a message quickly afterwards. As for underwear, I must either wear the sheer or crotchless one, or the very innocent one but with a dollop of the tingly gel on my love button and the hoop thing on my nipples. Second, I have to train myself with the bottom plugs, because I’m going to wear one at mass on sunday. Third, under no circumstances am I to have an orgasm. I’m going to have to wait another month for that. Fourth, every morning and every night I must bring myself as close as possible using my new vibrating toy. 

I took stock, and nearly chickened out on the whole thing to be honest. I fixed myself a hot chocolate and watched a bit of TV to ease my nerves. I settled in my room and worked on my courses for two hours. Then I had dinner with my flatmates. I remembered clearly the sexual shenaniggans they made me listen to trough my thin falt walls. 

Then I thought, what the hell. I’m a big girl. There is no way I’ll make my life in the church. I just need to study hard to get out of my parent’s clutches. I’m going to have sex. I could wait to meet a sweet boy, or give myself to a random stud. Either way, there is no way to be sure I would have the nerve to do it, and no guarantee it would be nice. Here is a man who knows what he’s doing (hi I know you’re reading this), willing to spend some money on making me sexy and I’ll have a nice time.

I went back to my room. I put all my old underwear in a bag that I tossed under my bed. Time to test all these. I removed my clothes. I tried the nipple thing first. It is nice because it has sliding rings so I can control the pinch. I put them on medium tight, and soon I could feel my niples responding and perking nicelly. 

I then tried the vibrating toy, under my covers on my back on my bed. It’s a kind of succion thing that latches on the love button then vibrates. Oh, my. That’s nice. That’s VERY nice. Soo, I was riding a wave that I had never felt before and I had to stop. I’m not sure if I could have had an orgasm, but I’ll have to wait a month before I find out. 

Then I tried the gel. That thing is vicious. It tingles, and warms the place. It doesn’t quite burn, but I could feel my pussy swelling and weeping. I was even more aroused than before, my kitty almost painfully engorged. 

To my great surprise, I could slip the smallest of the plugs in my rear hole with relative ease and plenty of lubrification. It was the first time I had been penetrated in any hole in my life, and it happened with me crouched and naked in the middle of my room. It felt strange, but good. I tried to walk around a bit, but it was too weird and I removed it after maybe five minutes. I’m going to need more training obviously but I think Ican manage mass. The big one looks kind of scary though… 

I went to bed exhausted from all these new experiences, still horny as ever. Do tell me if you want to hear the rest of my adventures, they are kind of dull compared to other ones on these fora. 

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/stv5ru/how_a_french_virgin_student_went_shopping_for