Panty worship
I so much love talking dirty about panties and slips with other pantyboys! Talking about intimate, personal, private desires with each other, saying things we would never say to our wives, sharing an intimacy that is closer than a marriage......that we share an intimacy that transcends marriage.
Talking and chatting like this brings us as close as can be and the only thing that brings us closer is when we consummate that relationship by masturbating each other in our silky panties. That will complete the circle of shame and humiliation that is necessary. It proves how far we are willing to go, how we are willing to prove our devotion to women's underwear, proving how it completely controls us and makes us do shameful, naughty things- the more shameful and humiliating the more it proves our bond with our wonderful fetish.
it is a fetish that has controlled us from the beginning, me from the age of 5. It has driven me to do wild things that make no sense, serve no purpose other than to show how I serve the needs of the panties and slips I worship. They make me do wild, random things that are filthy and dirty, shameful and humiliating. It was bad enough masturbating in women's panties but, no, they had to be my Mom's panties and slips!!!! And then to take delight in masturbating in them! But that wasn't humiliating enough, I was driven to expose myself to her, repeatedly! In comparison it almost makes complete sense for me to sneak her panties and slips and masturbate with them. It felt good- it felt naughty. the urges always needed to be satisfied and they always were. But that wasn't enough. No it wasn't. I could have been completely satisfied with just sneaking Mom's panties and slips. I was home after school almost every day for an hour or so. I had plenty of opportunity to play in Mom's underwear. But even that wasn't enough. Mom moved me into her bedroom so I could sleep in her panties, bras and slips every night I wanted to. Mom was encouraging me to be her pantyboy and I was more than willing to follow!
So, the role of the controlling older adult was established. This allowed for the possibility of turning to an older pantyboy to take control of me and use me as his pantyboy toy. To reach down and touch a man in silky nylon panties..... to stroke his silken clad penis, to rub and stroke it and watch it grow and get hard and stiff. This is such a private, personal and powerful moment. It is what controls us. We live for that touch, that feeling, the sensation of slippery soft nylon over our most sensitive parts, and then fondled and caressed by another! The complete shame of looking down and seeing a man's hand rubbing your pantied penis as you look on, almost as if you have left your body and looking down at someone else having their panties rubbed.
Or maybe the other way around..... looking down at yourself rubbing another pantyboy's pantied penis...... seeing yourself being subservient, a slave to another's pantied penis and your only purpose is to fulfill the needs of the pantied penis. I think it is actually the pantied penis that controls all. It controls us individually when we are dressing in women's panties and slips. We are controlled and driven by it to do the things shocking and shameful but all to serve the penises needs. We are controlled by the panties and slips and our penises. And then when we see another's pantied penis! We are controlled by that too, made to serve the needs of another's pantied penis, willing to serve it, caress it, fondle it, love it. Loving his pantied penis in a way that makes me serve and worship it, showing that it is not only my pantied penis that controls me, not only the panties that control me but his pantied penis that controls me as well.
There is only one response to a pantied penis and that is to serve it, to caress it, to fondle it, to rub and masturbate it. We understand that. We are in love with pantied penises and are driven to fondle and caress them. Wouldn't it be nice to be in a full room of pantyboys? An apartment filled with pantyboys- so full that you can't even walk one end of the apartment to the other without sliding against all of the other silky lingerie clad pantyboys- nylon and satin sliding as everyone moves about, all of us in silky slips and camisole and half-slip sets, panties, stockings and garter belts, brassieres.... all sliding against each other as we move about- and we are all moving about! And all those stiff hard ons in various stages of arousal- some dripping wet with cum and wet spots, some just stiff and poking straight out thru the layers of nylon. all those pantied penises being rubbed and slid against by all the nylon clad bodies sliding by, waves of moaning passing thru the room, and occasionally a shuddering climax as the crowd stares at the two pantyboys humping each other as they moan and gush into their silky panties. Some in the back of the crowd use this as an excuse to rub themselves against the backside of the pantyboy immediately pressed up against them, gushing into their own panties and slip and soaking the backside of the unsuspecting but willing pantyboy as he feels the back of his panties grow wet and warm. In fact, it starts a wave where all the pantyboys are rubbing and sliding and touching- a massive panty orgasm sweeping thru the crowd in a mass cum- all the panties and slips getting wet with wonderful sperm and semen!
Talking and chatting like this brings us as close as can be and the only thing that brings us closer is when we consummate that relationship by masturbating each other in our silky panties. That will complete the circle of shame and humiliation that is necessary. It proves how far we are willing to go, how we are willing to prove our devotion to women's underwear, proving how it completely controls us and makes us do shameful, naughty things- the more shameful and humiliating the more it proves our bond with our wonderful fetish.
it is a fetish that has controlled us from the beginning, me from the age of 5. It has driven me to do wild things that make no sense, serve no purpose other than to show how I serve the needs of the panties and slips I worship. They make me do wild, random things that are filthy and dirty, shameful and humiliating. It was bad enough masturbating in women's panties but, no, they had to be my Mom's panties and slips!!!! And then to take delight in masturbating in them! But that wasn't humiliating enough, I was driven to expose myself to her, repeatedly! In comparison it almost makes complete sense for me to sneak her panties and slips and masturbate with them. It felt good- it felt naughty. the urges always needed to be satisfied and they always were. But that wasn't enough. No it wasn't. I could have been completely satisfied with just sneaking Mom's panties and slips. I was home after school almost every day for an hour or so. I had plenty of opportunity to play in Mom's underwear. But even that wasn't enough. Mom moved me into her bedroom so I could sleep in her panties, bras and slips every night I wanted to. Mom was encouraging me to be her pantyboy and I was more than willing to follow!
So, the role of the controlling older adult was established. This allowed for the possibility of turning to an older pantyboy to take control of me and use me as his pantyboy toy. To reach down and touch a man in silky nylon panties..... to stroke his silken clad penis, to rub and stroke it and watch it grow and get hard and stiff. This is such a private, personal and powerful moment. It is what controls us. We live for that touch, that feeling, the sensation of slippery soft nylon over our most sensitive parts, and then fondled and caressed by another! The complete shame of looking down and seeing a man's hand rubbing your pantied penis as you look on, almost as if you have left your body and looking down at someone else having their panties rubbed.
Or maybe the other way around..... looking down at yourself rubbing another pantyboy's pantied penis...... seeing yourself being subservient, a slave to another's pantied penis and your only purpose is to fulfill the needs of the pantied penis. I think it is actually the pantied penis that controls all. It controls us individually when we are dressing in women's panties and slips. We are controlled and driven by it to do the things shocking and shameful but all to serve the penises needs. We are controlled by the panties and slips and our penises. And then when we see another's pantied penis! We are controlled by that too, made to serve the needs of another's pantied penis, willing to serve it, caress it, fondle it, love it. Loving his pantied penis in a way that makes me serve and worship it, showing that it is not only my pantied penis that controls me, not only the panties that control me but his pantied penis that controls me as well.
There is only one response to a pantied penis and that is to serve it, to caress it, to fondle it, to rub and masturbate it. We understand that. We are in love with pantied penises and are driven to fondle and caress them. Wouldn't it be nice to be in a full room of pantyboys? An apartment filled with pantyboys- so full that you can't even walk one end of the apartment to the other without sliding against all of the other silky lingerie clad pantyboys- nylon and satin sliding as everyone moves about, all of us in silky slips and camisole and half-slip sets, panties, stockings and garter belts, brassieres.... all sliding against each other as we move about- and we are all moving about! And all those stiff hard ons in various stages of arousal- some dripping wet with cum and wet spots, some just stiff and poking straight out thru the layers of nylon. all those pantied penises being rubbed and slid against by all the nylon clad bodies sliding by, waves of moaning passing thru the room, and occasionally a shuddering climax as the crowd stares at the two pantyboys humping each other as they moan and gush into their silky panties. Some in the back of the crowd use this as an excuse to rub themselves against the backside of the pantyboy immediately pressed up against them, gushing into their own panties and slip and soaking the backside of the unsuspecting but willing pantyboy as he feels the back of his panties grow wet and warm. In fact, it starts a wave where all the pantyboys are rubbing and sliding and touching- a massive panty orgasm sweeping thru the crowd in a mass cum- all the panties and slips getting wet with wonderful sperm and semen!
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