You told me I couldn’t get you to do those things. Didn’t you, David? You are just such a man, thinking you’ve seen and heard it all. I was so sweet to you at first. I am very professional at work. I am always smiling. You think I wear those short skirts just for you? Get over yourself, dear! I wear them because I love doing it. David, you come by my desk, past the water cooler, as much as possible, just to see me readjust my skirt. You come to lunch with us and go out of your way to look at my legs. You stare at me when you see me laugh. I know that watching me play with my hair drives you crazy. You come to the office one day and heard that I got promoted. I am now your boss and no longer your supposed equal. Your cock gets hard thinking I now have even more control over you. I order you around a lot and have you work late hours with me. I have been teasing you for at least 6 months now. It is another late night. You naughty man are wearing tight spandex underwear to hide your constant hard on in your pants. You have your constant one night stands and failing relationships because you can not find another challenge to match your desire for me. I ask if you wish to get some dinner because I am ravished. I am ordering some Chinese take out. I sit up on the desk and cross my legs. You just bought a new house and a new car. You can’t afford to loose this job and I know it.
I tell you in a seductive voice, “Why don’t you wear panty hose to hide your constant hard on? It will hide it much better and will feel damned good on your cock while at work.”
The food is here, finally. Your jaw dropped, you couldn’t believe after all this time of professionalism and teasing, that was said to you. We grabbed the food and started to eat. I sat back up on the desk, and you sat in a corner eating your food in silence.
You went home that night in total and utter shock. On your drive home you passed by a Walmart. You couldn’t get the thought of panty hose out of your head. Does this turn me on? Will this really work?
You walk around the store for about an hour because you were too ashamed to ask where they were at. You finally went up to a sales lady and asked her, “Excuse me please, this is quite embarrassing,but my girlfriend asked me to pick her up a pair of panty hose, and I have no idea where they are at.”
The sales lady answered you, “Of course, they are right down this aisle here.”
You were so upset that you had walked by it a dozen times and totally missed it.
You looked at all of the different kinds. You found it easy to shop for yourself. You got the queen size to fit you. You hurried to one of those self check out registers to pay for them discreetly.
You hurried home to try them on. You were giggling like a girl for a bit. You were beside yourself and couldn’t stop thinking about me.
There was your hard cock in a pair of tight pantyhose for the first time in your life. You kept thinking of me in your mind. You hurried to a mirror. You were filled with embarrassment and excitement all at the same time.
You slowly rubbed your cock through the pantyhose. “Sarah was right about me,” you kept telling yourself.
For the first time in your life, you felt totally consumed and had no control over your actions. It was easy enough to blame me for your naughty obsessions. You wanted this. You needed this. You want more.
So then you washed out your pantyhose carefully, by hand, like a pro. You had seen your sisters and mom doing it for years growing up and used to gripe about them hanging up all over the bathroom. Never in your life did you think that you would have to or would wear a pair of your own. You hung them up to dry so that you could wear them to work the next day.
You quickly woke up and got ready for work the next morning. You were like a young kid again with anticipation and excitement. You put the pantyhose on and your suit over it. It did not show at all. You kept looking in the mirror and noticed how it had made you look more fit. The control top was holding in your belly a bit.
You hurried into the office to self conscious to say hello to anyone. One of the sexy secretaries caught up with you in the elevator.
She exclaimed to you as she grabbed your arm, “David, oh my God, you look awesome. Have you been working out? You look like you’ve toned up a bit?”
David answered, “No, um, yes a little.”
David did not see me that morning at work as he rushed in coming into the office. Little did he know that with my new promotion I was tied up in meetings all day. Underneath David’s desk he kept rubbing how smooth his cock felt in those pantyhose.
David did not see me that morning at work as he rushed in coming into the office. Little did he know that with my new promotion I was tied up in meetings all day. Underneath David’s desk he kept rubbing how smooth his cock felt in those pantyhose. Then sometime right before lunch David saw me waltz onto the floor. He was so breath taken at how good I looked in my black suit with a short skirt. I had on black thigh stockings and 4 inch stiletto shoes.
David did not see me that morning at work as he rushed in coming into the office. Little did he know that with my new promotion I was tied up in meetings all day. Underneath David’s desk he kept rubbing how smooth his cock felt in those pantyhose. Then sometime right before lunch David saw me waltz onto the floor. He was so breath taken at how good I looked in my black suit with a short skirt. I had on black thigh stockings and 4 inch stiletto shoes. I looked to David and said, “I really need you to stay after work. You still have a lot to do for this project and could really use your help. Oh, and don’t worry, we won’t be alone.”
David kept mumbling to himself afraid to stand up in fear of showing off his hard on. It was time for lunch and he could see me hunched over a desk from across the floor. He could not take his eyes off of my ass. David was willing to do anything to see up my skirt again. David stood up and noticed that his hard on was not noticeable at all. The pantyhose kept not only his hard on more hidden. It gave him such a relief as well. It was like a walking orgasm walking across the room to go to lunch thinking about how hot Sarah is.
So it the day flew by. David was sweating up a storm with anticipation. As promised when David worked late they were not the only ones. How ever, I sat on the edge of the desk and crossed my legs. David kept staring as I rubbed my smooth legs in stockings. I was going over proposals for our project. David was working out in his mind how many ways to beg for more special attention. The evening drew to a close around 7 pm. I got up from my desk.
David sat there in shock hoping and wanting more. I looked to David and said, “My dear, did you think it would be that easy. I already have you ready to beg and haven’t even started yet. I will let you in on a little secret. You got me very hot knowing you wore those pantyhose for me. I love it when a man dresses up for me. When you are ready to go the extra limit to be with me, let me know.”
David remarked, “Oh God, please, I am willing to do anything.”
I answered, “David dear, are you sure of that? I like it when my man dresses up for me. Dresses up like a woman. You will wear panties for me and so much more.”
David could not believe what he was hearing.
David shrieked, “What the hell are you talking about? I am not some sissy. You have me in my place fine. Do you have to humiliate me as well.”
“David, dear, I am not blackmailing you or forcing you to do anything. When you are ready to be with me let me know and I’ll take you shopping for a makeover. Just think about it.”
David could not believe his ears at what was told to him. He remembers his sisters dressing him up as a girl when he was little. He used to sneak their panties on as a teenager and stroke his cock. He missed how good it felt with that satin on. The wet dreams of being a woman kissing another woman. It was like Sarah was reading his mind and could see right through him.
(To be continued soon, till next time my little sissy)