Hello there, my little poppets.
The other evening I had a fabulous tease and denial experience with one of my newest pets that I can’t resist sharing with you.
He’s a younger man, only 25 years old with a wonderful physique. Long flowing hair that reaches his mid-back. Big brown eyes and full lips, with very well defined cheekbones. A lithe build with a toned muscle structure.
The thing about him is, in his day to day life, he’s a roughneck, pure and simple. He works on automobiles and is currently putting the finishing touches on my 1985 Nissan 300ZX so I can put it up for sale later this week. 
There is something about the automotive restoration process that gives me a thrill… acquiring a sexy piece of heavy metal and giving it the tender loving care it needs so that I can experience the height of enjoyment with it. Once my current project has reached it’s full potential under my guidance, I sell it to someone who desires to care for it long term in order to purchase and begin the restoration of another vehicle that turns me on.
Tease and Seduction
I liken my interest in automobiles to that of my experience with guiding a man into proper feminization. I’m a very loving Mistress, but there are certain guidelines that I strictly enforce. Abide by all of my wishes, and perhaps I’ll indulge you in some of yours.
From the moment my roughneck mechanic stepped foot into my garage to take an assessment of the work I would need completed on my 300ZX, I could see from the gleam in his eyes that he also had his sights on me. Did you know that when someone is attracted to you, their pupils dilate? I saw that I had this effect on him when we shook hands, and I locked eyes with him, with a smirk on my lips until he looked away.
After three months of slow and steady work on the vehicle our time together is finally approaching a close. I made the most of his weekly visits to work in my garage by wearing form fitting outfits, heels that accentuate my legs, my lashes properly curled and my lips shiny with gloss. I let him flirt as shamelessly as he wished, never once acknowledging it, instead replying only with silence, then meeting his gaze with a grin and changing the subject back to the task at hand.
The other night after he murdered out the taillights on my Z I invited him inside under the guise of talking business. How can we settle our bill? I let him know that I’m most comfortable in my bedroom as I led him down the hall to my room. I could feel the tension in the air as he began calculating the prospect of fulfilling every naughty dream he’s had about me since the moment we met.
Ha!
Taking Covert Control
Once we reached my bedroom, I suggested we celebrate with a toast. I told him to have a seat on my bed and I would be back in a moment after I made a couple drinks for us. You see, wanted to leave him alone in my room with the smell of me and all of my girlie things. If I wasn’t already irresistible to him, I wanted to be certain he was completely intoxicated by thoughts of me when I returned.
I took my time making my way to the kitchen, where I slowly poured two fingers of my favorite top shelf bourbon over ice for each of us. I put these, along with several napkins and an array of my favorite dark chocolate tasting squares onto a silver serving platter, then began to quietly make my way back to my bedroom.
As I approached my bedroom door, I came to a stop. As I had expected, he was no longer sitting on my bed. I stealthily crept into the room and found him rummaging through the top drawer of my dresser. More accurately, my panty drawer. 
I stood silently, waiting for him to notice me, but he was so taken by his task that he didn’t seem to notice he was no longer alone.
Amused, I ventured further into my room, set the tray of refreshments on the bed, took a seat next to it, crossed my legs at the knee and clasped my hands together in my lap.
Finally, the boy decides to venture a glance behind him and nearly jumps out of his skin when he sees me sitting there. My smirk widens into a full on grin and I struggle to stifle my laughter lest I spill our beverages onto my bedspread.
Needless to say, he’s completely speechless. He can’t even so much as stammer out an apology or even a gasp for air!
Bringing him to his Knees
“Did you see anything you liked?”, I calmly ask.
“No! I mean, yes! I mean….”, he stutters.
“Which pair is your favorite? I’d really like to know. Go ahead and take them out of the drawer.”, I tell him.
He begins to shift from foot to foot. Clearly uncomfortable and uncertain, alone with me in my room having just been caught in my panty drawer.
“Why are you hesitating?”, I ask, “Surely after all the time you’ve had to look, you’ve decided on your favorite pair. Show them to me. NOW.”
To my surprise, he closes my drawer and walks away from it, then heads across the room to my walk in closet where he reaches into my hamper and selects the pair I had worn the night before. A flesh colored pair of scalloped lace tanga panties.
“Very good taste. Those are some of my most expensive panties! Tell me… why are they your favorite?”
“Because…” he murmurs, then for the first time looks into my eyes since I’ve come back into the room, “Because… they smell like you….”
How interesting that I’d reduced this self-assured, machismo roughneck into a stuttering, awkward adolescent by doing little else than giving him enough room to hang himself!
“Try them on for me.” I command.
“What??!!” he coughs.
“Try them on for me. You have a nice figure. I want to see what you look like in my panties. I want to see you throbbing in them with my scent against yours.”
With that, I reached over to my serving tray, pick up my drink and take a sip.
What do you think happened next? Do you think he tried on my panties? What would you have done?
I’ll give you a hint. I wouldn’t have wanted to share this with you if I hadn’t gotten what I wanted. What would you do to please your Mistress? Especially if she’s like me and into erotic humiliation?
Podcast: Play in new window | Download
Recent Comments