Meeting Teddie Pt 2
Pt 2 (Again, without pictures, which add so much more to the story as you can see Teddie's gentle and slow seduction of me, at first sharing panty pics of women then slowly transitioning to pantyboys with naughty hard ons!)
The next time I ran into Teddie was interesting. At first I was excited to see him online. In fact, my penis gave a bit of a nudge in my panties without even realizing it. I became embarrassed at this but let it go. I tried to blame the panties I was wearing. Then I almost signed off, fearful that he would see me and the chat that would follow.
Teddie said hello and we began chatting, rather politely. After a while we loosened up and our talk went back to panties. Soon he was showing me panty pics of women, often in twosomes. I sent panty pics back, always careful to make sure they were of women- none of any pantyboys, though I knew Teddie liked these.
Soon Teddie began sending naughty pics back to me- pics of pantyboys with huge hard ons in their panties. I felt like he was trying to manipulate me, get me turned on against my will and make me masturbate in my panties with him like I did last time. I didn’t want to do this and yet I couldn’t deny that I was growing in my silky panties. And I couldn’t deny it was because of the naughty pics Teddie was showing me.
I melted when I looked at these panty pics and began gently fondling myself almost without realizing it. Soon I began wishing it were Teddie’s gentle fingers fondling me. It embarrassed me to even think like that but these were private thoughts and just a fantasy so anything was allowed.
Teddie began ‘forcing’ me to stick around after I masturbated in my panties. It was difficult, especially at first. I felt such intense shame and just wanted to change and try to forget what I had just done. Instead, Teddie had me staying around, talking about what I had just done while sitting there in cum soaked panties. He kept asking deeply probing questions about how I felt at that moment and what I was thinking. I often felt too embarrassed to talk about it but he was always prying. I could tell he was fairly well educated and often found him asking rather direct and provoking questions, questions about my fetish as well as my Mother. I don’t know how much psychology Teddie studied but he certainly seemed to know what he was talking about, even citing sources such as Freud, Jung, Money and others regarding our sexual drives and the differences between fetishists, crossdressers and transsexuals.
He also helped me to see that I didn’t just have a panty fetish. With all my fantasies involving Mom it was apparent to him that I had a strong need to feel shamed and humiliated. This explained my desire to caught by my Mother- and would explain a lot of my future behavior.
Teddie continued to share pics of the lingerie he continued to acquire. There was a beautiful Vanity Fair chocolate brown panty and a matching camisole that I eyed. How lovely they looked. I so wanted to try them on…. I truly envied him and wished I could somehow store hundreds of panties and slips at Mom’s.
Soon my fantasies were filled with these thoughts and I began to buy panties off of ebay. It was always so exciting to get them in the mail. I’d sneak off to my bedroom and masturbate in my new panties as soon as I got them.
At first I only had a few pairs but then I read chatted with another pantyboy online who loved to shopping. I was scared to even think about going out in public. It seemed like just walking into a lingerie store or department was akin to exposing that I had a panty fetish. This was the last thing I wanted! I wished I were somehow invisible.
I often found myself at the local mall to buy one thing or another and noted they had three large department stores, each which had a lingerie department, as well as a couple of small lingerie stores. One was Victoria’s Secret. I was too scared to go in there. It seemed like I’d really stand out. At least in a larger store I might stand a chance of blending in and able to be alone while browsing.
For the fun of it, I would often walk down the main aisle of the lingerie department in the larger stores. It was fun brushing up against silky gowns and slips and glancing sideways to get a good view of the hundreds of panties hanging on the wall. I began doing this habitually, whether I needed to buy anything from the mall or not. I just made it seem like I was headed thru the store casually. After a while I even got bold enough to cut thru the lingerie department. If no women were around I would brush up against the panties. A couple of times I even paused for a moment and fondled the silky gusset of a pink pair of Vanity Fair panties. I always left the store with a wet spot in my panties, imagining the day that I would actually have the nerve to buy a pair of panties.
I told Teddie about my exploits and he urged me to make a purchase. He chided me and wondered what was holding me up. This was when we got into a deep talk about shame and humiliation. What he said made a lot of sense. However, his constant urging for me to do it ‘to get over it’ didn’t seem like a good idea. Just cutting thru the department had me on edge. Stopping to browse for panties would be too intense, especially if there were any women around. And then having to bring my new panties up to the saleswoman? Forget it! I’d die of shame!
Teddie helped me explore my feelings and actually did get me to try shopping, though it took three or four beers to get the nerve to walk into the department. I quickly found a pair of pink Vanity Fair bikini panties and got out of there as soon as possible. Once in my car I began squealing out loud with joy and raced home to model my new purchase. While it felt like absolute hell while I was in the lingerie department once I was out it felt exhilarating. I was so turned on and noticed there was a huge wet spot in my panties.
Of course, I was rather excited once I got home to try on my new panties and immediately hopped online to see if Teddie was around. Fortunately, he was and I began touching myself in my new pink panties and telling Teddie how excited I was. I recounted the intense feelings of shame and humiliation and he made a point to say the intensity of those feelings equaled the intensity of the eroticism. I couldn’t agree more and my penis certainly agreed by the wet spot in my panties.
Teddie immediately began sharing panty pics with me. He started with women but it wasn’t too long until he started showing me pics of pantyboys- pantyboys with huge hard ons in their panties! He even shared a couple of gifs. He was playing on my shame and he knew it. He knew the pics would get me aroused and that the pantyboy pics would embarrass and shame me. Yes, I loved looking at the panties first and foremost but something about seeing a huge hard on in a silky pair of panties made me feel… naughtier, more shameful. And just like Teddie had mentioned the shame and humiliation of shopping for panties equaling the eroticism the same was true here.
I felt thoroughly ashamed looking at these pics but made a point to download them in a hurry. I was so afraid Mom might barge through the door at any second and see me looking at them. It would be one thing if they were pics of women in panties but these? I’d rather die a thousand times than have Mom catch me looking at these!
The wet spot in my panties grew and Teddie began talking about me his matching pink Vanity Fair set- bra, camisole, half-slip and Lace Piquant panties with the appliqué. He shared a pic and I almost fell over. These were identical to the blue ones I had seen in the Sunday ads that Mother had chastised me over- only in pink! I had never forgotten about them and more than just about anything I always wished I owned them. Now, here they were before my eyes and being offered to try them. It sounded so wild but I was so attached to these silky undies- and I was so horny…. I agreed.
My head was swimming with panties and all sorts of related thoughts. I even told Teddie that, right then, panties were the most important thing to me in the world. I craved them, I adored them, and I was addicted to them. I wanted them all. I think if offered the chance at that moment I would have sold my soul for all the silky panties in the world. And I think Teddie knew it.
The next time I ran into Teddie was interesting. At first I was excited to see him online. In fact, my penis gave a bit of a nudge in my panties without even realizing it. I became embarrassed at this but let it go. I tried to blame the panties I was wearing. Then I almost signed off, fearful that he would see me and the chat that would follow.
Teddie said hello and we began chatting, rather politely. After a while we loosened up and our talk went back to panties. Soon he was showing me panty pics of women, often in twosomes. I sent panty pics back, always careful to make sure they were of women- none of any pantyboys, though I knew Teddie liked these.
Soon Teddie began sending naughty pics back to me- pics of pantyboys with huge hard ons in their panties. I felt like he was trying to manipulate me, get me turned on against my will and make me masturbate in my panties with him like I did last time. I didn’t want to do this and yet I couldn’t deny that I was growing in my silky panties. And I couldn’t deny it was because of the naughty pics Teddie was showing me.
I melted when I looked at these panty pics and began gently fondling myself almost without realizing it. Soon I began wishing it were Teddie’s gentle fingers fondling me. It embarrassed me to even think like that but these were private thoughts and just a fantasy so anything was allowed.
Teddie began ‘forcing’ me to stick around after I masturbated in my panties. It was difficult, especially at first. I felt such intense shame and just wanted to change and try to forget what I had just done. Instead, Teddie had me staying around, talking about what I had just done while sitting there in cum soaked panties. He kept asking deeply probing questions about how I felt at that moment and what I was thinking. I often felt too embarrassed to talk about it but he was always prying. I could tell he was fairly well educated and often found him asking rather direct and provoking questions, questions about my fetish as well as my Mother. I don’t know how much psychology Teddie studied but he certainly seemed to know what he was talking about, even citing sources such as Freud, Jung, Money and others regarding our sexual drives and the differences between fetishists, crossdressers and transsexuals.
He also helped me to see that I didn’t just have a panty fetish. With all my fantasies involving Mom it was apparent to him that I had a strong need to feel shamed and humiliated. This explained my desire to caught by my Mother- and would explain a lot of my future behavior.
Teddie continued to share pics of the lingerie he continued to acquire. There was a beautiful Vanity Fair chocolate brown panty and a matching camisole that I eyed. How lovely they looked. I so wanted to try them on…. I truly envied him and wished I could somehow store hundreds of panties and slips at Mom’s.
Soon my fantasies were filled with these thoughts and I began to buy panties off of ebay. It was always so exciting to get them in the mail. I’d sneak off to my bedroom and masturbate in my new panties as soon as I got them.
At first I only had a few pairs but then I read chatted with another pantyboy online who loved to shopping. I was scared to even think about going out in public. It seemed like just walking into a lingerie store or department was akin to exposing that I had a panty fetish. This was the last thing I wanted! I wished I were somehow invisible.
I often found myself at the local mall to buy one thing or another and noted they had three large department stores, each which had a lingerie department, as well as a couple of small lingerie stores. One was Victoria’s Secret. I was too scared to go in there. It seemed like I’d really stand out. At least in a larger store I might stand a chance of blending in and able to be alone while browsing.
For the fun of it, I would often walk down the main aisle of the lingerie department in the larger stores. It was fun brushing up against silky gowns and slips and glancing sideways to get a good view of the hundreds of panties hanging on the wall. I began doing this habitually, whether I needed to buy anything from the mall or not. I just made it seem like I was headed thru the store casually. After a while I even got bold enough to cut thru the lingerie department. If no women were around I would brush up against the panties. A couple of times I even paused for a moment and fondled the silky gusset of a pink pair of Vanity Fair panties. I always left the store with a wet spot in my panties, imagining the day that I would actually have the nerve to buy a pair of panties.
I told Teddie about my exploits and he urged me to make a purchase. He chided me and wondered what was holding me up. This was when we got into a deep talk about shame and humiliation. What he said made a lot of sense. However, his constant urging for me to do it ‘to get over it’ didn’t seem like a good idea. Just cutting thru the department had me on edge. Stopping to browse for panties would be too intense, especially if there were any women around. And then having to bring my new panties up to the saleswoman? Forget it! I’d die of shame!
Teddie helped me explore my feelings and actually did get me to try shopping, though it took three or four beers to get the nerve to walk into the department. I quickly found a pair of pink Vanity Fair bikini panties and got out of there as soon as possible. Once in my car I began squealing out loud with joy and raced home to model my new purchase. While it felt like absolute hell while I was in the lingerie department once I was out it felt exhilarating. I was so turned on and noticed there was a huge wet spot in my panties.
Of course, I was rather excited once I got home to try on my new panties and immediately hopped online to see if Teddie was around. Fortunately, he was and I began touching myself in my new pink panties and telling Teddie how excited I was. I recounted the intense feelings of shame and humiliation and he made a point to say the intensity of those feelings equaled the intensity of the eroticism. I couldn’t agree more and my penis certainly agreed by the wet spot in my panties.
Teddie immediately began sharing panty pics with me. He started with women but it wasn’t too long until he started showing me pics of pantyboys- pantyboys with huge hard ons in their panties! He even shared a couple of gifs. He was playing on my shame and he knew it. He knew the pics would get me aroused and that the pantyboy pics would embarrass and shame me. Yes, I loved looking at the panties first and foremost but something about seeing a huge hard on in a silky pair of panties made me feel… naughtier, more shameful. And just like Teddie had mentioned the shame and humiliation of shopping for panties equaling the eroticism the same was true here.
I felt thoroughly ashamed looking at these pics but made a point to download them in a hurry. I was so afraid Mom might barge through the door at any second and see me looking at them. It would be one thing if they were pics of women in panties but these? I’d rather die a thousand times than have Mom catch me looking at these!
The wet spot in my panties grew and Teddie began talking about me his matching pink Vanity Fair set- bra, camisole, half-slip and Lace Piquant panties with the appliqué. He shared a pic and I almost fell over. These were identical to the blue ones I had seen in the Sunday ads that Mother had chastised me over- only in pink! I had never forgotten about them and more than just about anything I always wished I owned them. Now, here they were before my eyes and being offered to try them. It sounded so wild but I was so attached to these silky undies- and I was so horny…. I agreed.
My head was swimming with panties and all sorts of related thoughts. I even told Teddie that, right then, panties were the most important thing to me in the world. I craved them, I adored them, and I was addicted to them. I wanted them all. I think if offered the chance at that moment I would have sold my soul for all the silky panties in the world. And I think Teddie knew it.
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