**** Moving in with Teddie ****

Moving in with Teddie - a pantasy based on desperation to keep a roof over my head

I had lived with Mom for a couple of years now and while it had its advantages there were obvious drawbacks. For starters, I could never dress up in lingerie and parade around the house as I wanted to.

I had gone from living at home growing up, to getting married, to being divorced and having roommates, back to living with Mom again. I never had any privacy. Not only was I tired of storing all my lingerie in boxes in the closet I could never access it freely or leave it laying about. I had to hide it all the time. And on top of it, I was simply running out of room to store my stuff! If I could put it in drawers and closets normally I still wouldn’t have enough room for it all. In fact, I’d have less room. Being boxed up was the most economical but I was tired of this arrangement. I needed to move. On top of it, I had a nice job offer in the suburbs up north but it was an awful drive from Mom’s. I’d spend over 2 hours commuting back and forth.

I mentioned all this to Teddie and he suggested that I move into his spare bedroom. He had plenty of room and closet space for my lingerie. I knew him well enough and trusted him. In fact, this might work out as well as possible given that I could dress in lingerie freely and still have a roommate!

I moved out and told Mom I’d be back to visit her frequently (more like I was going to visit her panty drawer!). Everything was going fine for a couple of months. I had my own bedroom with plenty of dressers to openly store my panties and slips. What I couldn’t store there I hung in closets or placed in dressers and chests in a spare room he had. There were plenty of mirrors in all rooms so everything was ideal.

Then my job laid me off! I had grown quite comfortable with the living arrangements and didn’t want to pack up and move back in with Mom. It was so nice to have my lingerie out in the open and dress freely. I could never afford a place on my own even when I had a job. Now I was desperate.

Teddie offered a solution. I didn’t have any money coming in and needed a place to stay. I was already there. On top of it, Teddie needed quite some help around the house and if I took care of everything he would consider it as a rent payment. I was floored by his offer! It meant I didn’t have to move and could keep my living arrangements the same. I immediately agreed.

The next morning he handed me a cup of coffee and asked me to follow him. We went into his largest bedroom. There were at least three full dressers and four tall chests of drawers. Teddie told me he had thousands and thousands of panties, slips, gowns and other assorted lingerie. What was in this room was just the start. He had several other rooms filled with chests, dressers and boxes. On top of that, he had a full basement with boxes and crates, all marked in some form- “Panties”, “Slips”, etc. My job was to sort through it all, separate it by item, brand, style and color.

“Are you serious?” was my first question.

“Yes, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” replied Teddie.

“B-but… this will take me months!” I complained.

“Yes, exactly. That’s exactly the point. It’s far too much work for me and I would happily pay someone to do it, but who on Earth could I trust but you? And given that you need a place to live and I need someone to ‘work’ for me I figured we could strike an amiable deal!”

I was stunned. It was like I was a dream world, a fantasy. How could this be? And yet… how could I say no? It was certainly a lot of work but it would certainly be a labor of love!

It turned out to be much more work than I bargained for and there were days I honestly didn’t want to do my job. Well, more specifically…. I was always getting worked up as I went through all the panties and slips and things. I would… um… often get… distracted and fall behind on my work. That is to say… I was often sneaking off with a pair of panties or a slip and masturbating. Teddie caught onto me quickly, noticing a severe drop off of productivity at an alarming rate.

After several months the task was finally accomplished. It was a mountain of work but a pleasure throughout. But now…. What was I to do for ‘work?’ I still had to earn my keep.

Teddie saw to something rather quickly and put me on the task of sorting his massive library of panty pics. He must have had close to a million of them! I had to sort them into different folders. At first, into Lingerie, Males, Females, Videos. Each of these had sub-folders and so on several layers deep. I worked with Teddie on the design and dug into it right away.

I started with the Lingerie folder and sorted through hundreds of thousands of pics, looking for lingerie only- panties, slips, gowns, etc. I had to sort them by item, brand, color, etc. This took several weeks. Then I turned to the Females folder and put every pic of a woman in lingerie in there. I had to further sort them by Panties, Slips, Two (if there were two women in the pic), etc. This also took several weeks.

Then I began working on the Males folder. These were all pantyboys in lingerie- mostly panties and such but almost as many in full slips and gowns- almost all of them with hard ons! I felt extremely embarrassed working on this every day- but a job was a job!

It really did get to me staring at pantied penises day in and day out, and not only have to look at them but look at them well enough to decide exactly how to sort them best. Teddie had me create folders called Hard Ons, Best and Two. It seemed most of the Males pics went in there- hundreds of thousands, each one looked over carefully by me.

“Working’ for Teddie reminded me of peeling an onion. I kept discovering another layer of his fetish, a deeper darker secret. At first when we met online he said he had a panty fetish like me, and that he had a few slips and things as well. Then I find out he has thousands and thousands of them! And then…going thru all those panty pics…..

At first it seemed so innocent- thousands and thousands of panties and slips to sort. It was fun. And then sorting the women in lingerie certainly had its bonuses! I often found myself masturbating while looking them over. Teddie could always tell because I was much more focused and productive after I masturbated. Sometimes he would chide me and ask me to ‘get it out of the way early’ so I could have a good day!

But then when I turned to the pictures of pantyboys in women’s underwear…. I noticed a disturbing pattern. Almost all of the men had huge hard ons in their panties. And not only that… the general theme of the pictures was getting naughtier. There were more pics of two pantyboys together and they were often touching or rubbing together. Then there was the mountain of pics of pantyboys outright masturbating one another in lingerie. I found these extremely humiliating to look at it. And then there were the ones with the pantyboys cumming in their panties! He must have had half a million of those pics! I saw endless streams of these for weeks on end. I felt like I was getting to know Teddie better and better all the time, as if I knew him from the inside now.

Just over a year had gone by and I had fully sorted all of Teddie’s lingerie, photos and videos. It was a ton of work but I loved it. I literally spent over 40 hours a week each week but the overtime was its own reward! Sometimes Teddie would have to force me to knock off for the day. But now that this major goal had been conquered what could be next? There really wasn’t any more work for me to do around the house.

One night while talking with Teddie about future work plans he announced that he was having a couple of friends over- panty friends. He was sure I would enjoy their company.

I was a bit nervous and he sensed this.

“Oh, don’t worry. It will be very casual and informal. You know- panties, slips and such. In fact…. I insist” and with that Teddie gave me a firm look as if to imply that I had no choice. If I were to read between the lines, the way he segued from my work for him to his guests made me a bit suspicious.

Teddie picked out my outfit for the night- a matching chocolate brown brassiere, panty and full slip along with thigh high pull up nylons. He also gave me several panties to stuff my bra with.

His friend arrived shortly. As was the arrangement we had worked out I was to effectively be his houseboy and serve his guests. I didn’t mind getting people drinks and such, in fact I enjoyed working it into my being social, but did feel a bit odd going back and forth dressed in lingerie. Of course, everyone else was in lingerie as well but it just seemed I was getting eyed over whenever I got drinks.

We all had a bit much to drink and when I came back from clearing the table one of them stopped me from sitting back down.

“No…. walk a bit for us…..” he said in a calm, warm voice.

I looked at Teddie. He gave a subtle nod as if to approve and let me know it was ok. I began to walk back and forth in front of them. They all took a good look at me. I felt deeply embarrassed- especially when I saw one of them begin touching himself thru his panties. He was getting very aroused watching me and began openly masturbating. I could hear the swishing of his nylon panties. Although I didn’t mean to or want to I felt myself becoming aroused in my brown panties. They were a bit large for me it was obvious that I was sticking straight out in them. The pantyboy stared right at my panties and soon began gushing into his, moaning over and over until the sound faded away.

I came to my senses and realized what had just happened. I looked at Teddie. He nodded approvingly. Somehow I had a feeling I knew what my new job would be.