Date: Sun, 11 Nov 2012 00:25:55 +0000
From: tina foster <tinafosteruk@gmail.com>
Subject: Fine feelin lingerie M/Teen TV authoritarian

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Fine feeling lingerie – Chapter Two


I'd actually put on a watch when I left the house and, I rarely do
that. But, I had reason. I hadn't touched any fine feeling lingerie for far
too long, yet I'd known that would change last, courtesy of a meeting I had
on the train, just this morning.

I had been walking up the long gravel-drive, well away from the road, with
a high beech hedge surrounding the property. And the place looked
impressive, all black `n white with a thatched roof, a beautiful place.

`And, he lives here?' I'd mused, rubbing my chin and noticing a curtain
twitch.

Well, I approached the green front door; but before I could use the brass
knocker, or the bell-push just to my right, the door opened.

And, there had been the slightly built Emo-boy looking at me, fingers on
the door edge, one shoulder showing, over which show a filmy white strap,
with black lace edging. He had been looking down, as he opened the door
and, it was as he'd looked at me, I realised he'd worn make-up, to please
me. And he wore a wig, a shoulder length one that made him into a
sweet-looking blonde.

There had been the teen I'd met earlier; dressed as the sissy I wanted him
to be, for me. It was just to good to be true and, I had grinned.

"So are you going to invite me in?" I'd queried, trying to use as stern a
sounding voice as possible, which had not been easy; considering how horny
I'd felt, just knowing how acquiescent this lad had shown himself to me.

"Do come in," he'd invited, standing back from the door as he opened it for
me.  "Thank you sissy," I'd retorted, as I had followed James to the second
of two rooms of the long hallway.

He hadn't worn a slip, as I'd asked. But, he had found a baby-doll to wear,
which looked good on his slim frame and, the panties emphasised his
bubble-butt, as he led the way, with it kind of swinging side to side in a
way it hadn't earlier in the day.

But, what I really liked, were the self-support hose of the sheerest nylon
in black, he'd slipped into, to please me.

In the doorway James had paused, then looked over his shoulder to smile at
me, with a slight look of bemusement on his beautifully made-up face.

"Why do you keep calling me `sissy'?" He sorta simpered, as he turned to
look at me, one hand on his hip, his right leg crooked round the
door-frame.

"Well, if it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck..." I had muttered,
thinking of another word, that rhymed.

"Because you are a sissy James," I'd assured the young teen, stroking his
face gently: "I know it and, really I'm sure, you know it to..."

In response, he looked to the floor blushing.

"It's funny," James mumbled, "I really hoped you'd be nice when I walked
over and, you are. Aren't you?"

My left hand caressed the bare skin above his right stocking-top in answer.

"My cousin used to dress me up and, do my face. And I used to watch her..."
he told me sounding quite breathless, his lips, coated in red gloss told
me, just inches from my own: "Did I do a good job, with it...?" he asked,
anxiously.

"Oh you did my Sissy James," I began, my left hand caressing his smooth,
firm young flesh, as I'd run a finger along his erection, through the
panties and, he'd sighed with pleasure, with closed eyes and fluttering
lashes. I'd liked that; it had suggested to me, that I'd been doing
something right.  .  "Would you like to sit down?" He asked suddenly, his
lips softly brushing against mine, as he stood on tip-toes and, then he'd
indicated the old comfortable-looking couch on the other side of the room,
set against the wall, a drinks cabinet to it's left.

"Aye," I'd mumbled, as James had taken my left hand in his small, soft
hand, with well-manicured nails.

We'd crossed the room, filled with a lot of brown furniture, all
old-looking `cept for the couch and, even that had seen better days.

"What do you drink?" James asked me as I'd sat, sinking into the deep
square leather cushion.

"Whiskey, straight... if you have it?" I'd informed the teen, who sashayed
across to the cabinet, hip swinging, butt looking inviting.

"Uh-uh, we do. My Daddy likes it..." James told me, softly and sounding
kinda wistful as he'd spoken. That'd made me wonder.

"Well, Daddy would like his little sissy on his lap..." I'd told James,
patting my left thigh, an inviting smile hopefully playing on my lips.

It must have worked.

Moments later, James walked across to me, drink in hand, eye downcast,
arousal evident through my sissies panties.

I'd taken the drink with my right and, then patted my right thigh once
again and smiled gently, "Come sit."

James sat as I'd bid, wrapping slender arms round my neck. And I'd drunk my
drink with James face against my shoulder, as he closed his eyes and
murmured softly to me, "I'll do anything. I want to know it all..."

"Are you sure?" I snapped. And, as if to make a point, James had squirmed
that delightful firm butt in my lap, quite obviously aware how hard I had
grown.

"Anything?" I quizzed, to be very sure James was alright with it all. But
again, his squirming answered that question. He had been.

It really did seem like my young sissy was ready for what I wanted. And
brushing a blonde bang of hair aside, I suckled on James earlobe, listening
to him sigh with pleasure. I liked that. My sissy did seem very acquiescent
to my touch.

"Oh, that's nice," sissy murmured as I continued, my left hand searching
between us, for some physical evidence of James arousal.

And, I found it; the sissies clit; for it wasn't that big and I thought of
it as such... the sissies clit was hard and twitching against my belly.

I brushed my fingers against him and, sissy groaned with suppressed need.

And continuing to suckle, I cupped his left buttock in my right hand, my
fingers sliding beneath the leg of his small black panties.

I slid two fingers into him, his sphincter opening easily for me. Then
moving from his lobe to his slender neck, I planted several kisses on his
warm flesh, as my two fingers began a back and forth motion, causing my
young sissy to groan with pleasure and, his groans got longer and louder;
in time with my digits insertion and withdrawal.

"I'll be bigger than a couple of fingers," I reminded him; "And it will
hurt, at first. Probably..."

He squirmed against my hand, pushing back as if to encourage the fingers I
had in him boi-puss and sissy pressed his face against my chest, clutching
at me and whimpering softly.

"Would you like to show me your room?" I'd asked and, James had nodded.

"Oh yes," my sissy had continued, as he looked up to me, a kinda blissful
look on his face, "I'd like that; I'd like that a lot..."

"Then c'mon sissy, let's take this to your bed," I tell him, parting from
the embrace and, drawing my fingers from him; much to his disappointment as
he groaned at the loss. Then James bounced from my lap and took my right
hand in his left, leading the way to the stairs. He'd led the way and, I'd
followed, delighting in the view before me. The young sissy had slim and
shapely legs, that looked good in nylons.

My young sissy led me to the clothes strewn bedroom they'd left. The
wardrobe door was open and I could see our reflected images as I took sissy
James in my arms. Sissy looked ever so small and delicate in my embrace,
wearing the frillies he had chosen to wear, for me.

As I enjoyed the feel of a young pretty sissy in my arms, I wanted to
kiss. So I did.  Sissy James lips opened and, his tongue seemed to welcome
me, as I explored his slim body, looking to the mirror and watching my
hands traverse up nylon-clad thighs, toward his panty-clad derriere, that I
caress softly as I whisper in my sissies left ear, "Well, are you ready to
be my pleasure-girl and get fucked?"

Sissy James melted in my arms and, eyes closed, whimpered.

"Oh yes," he sighed, "I want to do it all..."

I pushed sissy toward his bed then said, "Lie on your tummy alright..."  He
did as I asked readily.

Then crossing his arms, James rested his right cheek on the back of his
left hand, while I sat on the edge of his bed.

"Like this?" He enquired, in a hushed nervous voice.

"Not like that," I told him sitting by his side, placing my right hand on
my sissies right inner thigh; "Part your legs," I instructed, pushing
gently with my hand so that his warm thighs part an inch or so, to give me
access to his lubed boi-pussy.

"And, you're ready. For me?" I ask, slipping two fingers beneath the leg of
his panties and easily passed his well-lubricated sphincter, that opened
easily again, for me.

"Oh yes," my sissy murmured into the pillow, as I lean forward a little, my
left hand on his upper back, as sweet James squirms beneath my driving
fingers.

"I want..." he entreats.

"Yes?" I ask, "What is it you want?"

"I want to be your fuck toy. I want to be your girl..." He mumbles into his
hands.

And I can't help but smile at this demonstration of submission.