Don't Get Your Panties In a Wad!

Sir stayed the night with me one night this past week. That evening, we planned to meet another couple (my Watchers, A and B, from New Years), for dinner. However, Sir's directions for me were specific: I was to wait for him on my bed, facing away from the door, wearing only my heels and my sparkly velvet collar. I was determined to be a good girl. I made sure that my paddle and crop were laid out on the bed. The camera, too (such a vicious little beast), was charged and placed next to the paddle, with the appropriate memory stick installed. All this I did before Sir asked me to. At the appropriate time, I lounged out across my bed, nude, and waited for my teacher. The anticipation made my cunt drip with excitement. Upon his arrival, he slammed into me with my reward, as I screamed and moaned and bit the blanket with each thrust. When did I become so vocal?

On our way to the restaurant, Sir pulled over onto a dark side street. He ordered me to bend over, lifting my skirt (I dressed to his specifications, as a good girl) and removed my underwear. I had been told to wear the smallest pair of panties I owned. This proved to be problematic. While I don't exactly wear granny panties, I stopped wearing thongs about 30 pounds ago, when my ass and a Honey Baked Ham began to look a little too similar. I wore my sexiest pair, a cheeky little pair of satin and lace. Sir took this scrap (no where near small enough, I quickly discovered), and began to work the fabric into my cunt... The sensation was overwhelming. It wasn't painful, exactly, but it definitely was not comfortable. Each bump in the road made me gasp. Exploring with my fingertips, I realized that Sir had only managed to insert about 1/2 of the garment, and yet the lips of my pussy were distended around black lace and satin. I had never been used in such a manner, and the effect was mortifying. He had intended to make me wear my underwear in this fashion throughout dinner, but, being sensitive to my discomfort, allowed me to leave them in the car for the evening. I purchased the tiniest g-strings I could find today, just in case Sir plans to use me in this fashion again...