Staying at Teddie's pt 3
One evening when I thought I was alone I got dressed up in some of Mom’s lingerie- a pair of her white nylon full cut briefs, a white lacy camisole and a white half slip and a white padded bra. I looked myself over in the mirror and began touching myself. As always, I was soon lost in this world of panty ecstasy, losing all track of time and the entire world around me. All that existed was the glorious sensation of nylon sliding against nylon against my sensitive skin! Nothing else mattered when I was in this world beside the euphoric sensations created by the simple act of wearing women’s underwear! This simple act and all that came with it- the shame, guilt, humiliation, naughtiness and sense of doing something taboo- drove me to a heightened sense. And it wasn't just the act- it was the addiction to the act, the power, the inability to do otherwise.
It had always been this way since I first discovered silky nylon panties as a young boy. They took control over me and made me do things that made me feel naughty and dirty. It seemed the more shameful the act the more aroused I got because I knew what I was doing was naughty and taboo.
For years I carried around the guilt and shame of not only masturbating chronically but also a deeper shame of using my own Mother’s panties to masturbate with as well! And if that weren’t enough I began to let myself get caught while wearing Mom’s lingerie from time to time. I thought I was losing my mind for wanting to do this but I couldn’t stop. It was this compulsion that controlled me.
The desire to be shamed continued by shopping for panties and slips in department stores as well as lingerie stores. Just walking in made me feel humiliated. Walking up to the matronly saleslady at the counter had me red in the face and wet in my panties! I couldn’t wait to get home to masturbate in my new purchases. Sometimes I would even call the store back and speak with the woman who sold the panties to me. I would thank her for her good service and tell her how pleased I was with my new purchase and let it go at that. Of course I was wearing the new panties and touching myself the whole time while I was on the phone with her and often came in them just hearing her voice! Often I would call Mom while wearing them and touch myself until I would come. Mom would sometimes compliment me on being a good listener but I always wondered if she really knew what I was doing.
Now that I lived with Teddie it just seemed another step in my role of humiliation. I always imagined Mom seeing me being naughty in her panties. At first this meant her seeing me wearing and playing in it as a boy, but later on I also imagined Mom seeing me shopping for panties, seeing me embarrass myself. It always added an element of erotic shame not only being seen but being seen by Mom of all people. Now I imagined her seeing me at the ‘gatherings’ with Teddie and his friends.
The more I reflected on it the more it seemed to be a thinly veiled excuse for pantyboys to either masturbate in their lingerie, or to masturbate ME in my lingerie or worse, to get me to masturbate THEM in their lingerie. They all seemed to realize the more they all gently fondled me throughout the night the more likely something naughty would happen. This made me feel extremely dirty but in private moments when I masturbated I liked being this naughty.
It had always been this way since I first discovered silky nylon panties as a young boy. They took control over me and made me do things that made me feel naughty and dirty. It seemed the more shameful the act the more aroused I got because I knew what I was doing was naughty and taboo.
For years I carried around the guilt and shame of not only masturbating chronically but also a deeper shame of using my own Mother’s panties to masturbate with as well! And if that weren’t enough I began to let myself get caught while wearing Mom’s lingerie from time to time. I thought I was losing my mind for wanting to do this but I couldn’t stop. It was this compulsion that controlled me.
The desire to be shamed continued by shopping for panties and slips in department stores as well as lingerie stores. Just walking in made me feel humiliated. Walking up to the matronly saleslady at the counter had me red in the face and wet in my panties! I couldn’t wait to get home to masturbate in my new purchases. Sometimes I would even call the store back and speak with the woman who sold the panties to me. I would thank her for her good service and tell her how pleased I was with my new purchase and let it go at that. Of course I was wearing the new panties and touching myself the whole time while I was on the phone with her and often came in them just hearing her voice! Often I would call Mom while wearing them and touch myself until I would come. Mom would sometimes compliment me on being a good listener but I always wondered if she really knew what I was doing.
Now that I lived with Teddie it just seemed another step in my role of humiliation. I always imagined Mom seeing me being naughty in her panties. At first this meant her seeing me wearing and playing in it as a boy, but later on I also imagined Mom seeing me shopping for panties, seeing me embarrass myself. It always added an element of erotic shame not only being seen but being seen by Mom of all people. Now I imagined her seeing me at the ‘gatherings’ with Teddie and his friends.
The more I reflected on it the more it seemed to be a thinly veiled excuse for pantyboys to either masturbate in their lingerie, or to masturbate ME in my lingerie or worse, to get me to masturbate THEM in their lingerie. They all seemed to realize the more they all gently fondled me throughout the night the more likely something naughty would happen. This made me feel extremely dirty but in private moments when I masturbated I liked being this naughty.
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