Charlotte stood at the front door of his apartment, the metal handle in her shaking hand. It had been almost a week since she’d been able to visit, and she knew they were both hungry for one another.
She gently rubbed her thighs together, feeling the heat beneath her dress and her heart pounding with anticipation. Finally, with a deep breath, she opened the unlocked door and stepped through.
She closed the door with a solid definitive sound, the audible signal of her consensual submission. She heard his footsteps in the hall as he came to greet her, drawing him closer.
She wanted to please him, she craved his control and safety.
“Good afternoon Charlotte, ready to play?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl, and did you do your homework?”
Charlotte, a professional and confident woman in her 30’s, smiled at the incongruity of his commands being called “homework” but she craved his approval, and had followed his assignment carefully.
“Yes, sir.”
He had texted her four days before, and instructed her that she could not change her panties until she saw him again.
This assignment had been difficult, since Charlotte’s routine had been to work out most days and she was ovulating this week. Each time she had seen the crotch, they had been dirtier and dirtier.
He had also forbidden her to cum, but had been teasing her all week with messages. The soft fullback panties were soaked in her scent, the crotch a dirty mess of her own arousal.
“Don’t move a muscle.”
“Yes, sir”
He stood before her, examining her blouse and calf-length skirt, and then he reached up underneath and took the waist hem of her tights in his hands. He gently pulled them down, taking off her shoes and setting them aside.
Her heart pounded, ignorant of his plan, but hungry for his depravity.
She felt her panties getting wet again, a common feeling over the preceding week.
“Hold out your hands, wrists together.”
She obeyed, and watched as he expertly used her tights to secure her wrists together.
Next, he again put his hands under her skirt, and gently pulled the soft panties down her legs.
The once-bright white fabric of the interior crotch was gone, replaced with the wet and dried marks of her aroused and fertile pussy, and a darker mark from her ass.
“You’re a very messy girl Charlotte.”
She shook, no living soul had ever seen such an intimate side of her before. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“I’ll show you what messy girls deserve.”
He reached over and took a wand vibrator from the nearby armoire and stuck it up under her dress.
Pushing her roughly back against the oak door, he activated the vibrator between her legs. As she felt the pleasure course through her body, he used his body to hold her up and in place, compensating for her weakening legs.
“Open your mouth like a good messy girl.”
Charlotte silently obeyed, and she watched as he balled the panties and pushed them into her mouth to gag her. She felt the wet crotch on her tongue, the scent of her own pussy dominating two of her senses, while his calm breathing and forceful touch dominated the others.
Her heart pounded with excitement, something so filthy and slutty, and she knew she was his for tonight.
He didn’t give her permission to cum, he made her cum. When Charlotte finally orgasmed, she nearly fell to the floor like jello, her own wetness dripping down her bare thighs.
That was just her appetizer for tonight.
They were both still hungry.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/12a15sc/f35m35_panty_inspection_submissive_female_bdsm
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