jerry-visit1 mf, fdom, bond, m-solo, tv JERRY'S FIRST VISIT My doorbell rang promptly at seven, so I knew it must be Jerry. I walked to the door and made sure it was he by looking through the magnifier in the door. "Jerry, I want you to count to ten, then come in. The door is unlocked. Lock it behind you. "You will notice the hall closet door is open. Remove all your clothes except for those pretty panties. Fold your clothes and put them in the hall closet. Shut the closet door. It will lock. "Crawl on your hands and knees down the hall. Enter the first door on your right. I'll be waiting for you." I quickly withdrew to the parlor. I heard the door opening and closing, the a lot of rustling as Jerry stripped. When I heard the closet door shut, I arose and stood by the door. My costume was a ball gown designed about the turn of the century. My breasts were accentuated by the low-cut top and the supports built into the dress. The waist was quite small, even for me. The skirt came clear to the floor, and was belled out by many petticoats. The dress fabric was a dark blue velvet. My intent was to look like an imposing Southern plantation mistress. When Jerry shuffled in, I ordered him to keep his eyes down. I told him he was never to look higher than my waist unless I directed him to. He appeared to be in great shape. The workouts at the club were keeping him fit. The panties he was wearing were actually quite nice. "Jerry, I want you to turn away from me, then stand up, keeping your eyes looking at your toes. Stand there while inspect your panty-clad ass." He rose as ordered. The lingerie store lady had done a good job. The fabric covered his trim buns quite nicely. The lace at the waist added a nice touch. "Jerry, keep your eyes looking downward and slowly turn around. I want you to model your pretty panties for me. Put your hands at shoulder level so I can see everything!" He slowly turned. The panties were cut quite high at the side, with only an inch or so of fabric below the waistband at the side seam. When he finally faced me, I could see the fabric was somewhat distorted by having to cover his genital bulge.. I was pleased to see he was not yet erect. My intent was to embarrass him beyond the thought of anything but that he was being inspected. After he had made a couple of slow rotations, I spoke, "That's very nice Jerry. The panties fit you perfectly and are quite stylish. I think I will call you 'Jenny' the rest of the evening. Now Jenny, tell what you are experiencing right now. What is going through your head as you stand here, being inspected wearing nothing but panties?" Jerry tried to speak, but his voice broke and he had to clear his throat. Finally he spoke, "I'm extremely embarrassed, but very excited at the same time. My heart is beating quite rapidly. I've always been fascinated by my sisters' dainty things. My mother always bought me the same plain white briefs, while the girls seemed to have hundreds of fancy panties to chose from each day. And now, here I am, being accepted by you while wearing what I've always desired. My god, I've never even discussed this with my shrink before. And you have gotten to it right away!" This reaction was actually quite routine among many of my clients. I made a mental note to have Jerry, at a future session, detail his adventures with panties when he was a teenager. I was sure I'd hear stories of you peering through key holes, inspecting the contents of lingerie drawers and clothes hampers, building a collection, inspecting and sniffing crotch panels, and many other activities that puzzled his sisters and mother. "Jenny, it is time to take you a little further." I said. "I want you to crawl back to the front door. By the door is a small table. Inside the drawer you will find a white panty-girdle. Remove your panties, carefully fold them and put them in the drawer. Put on the panty-girdle. You will find it is quite tight. It will be a struggle to get into. It will demonstrate what women once put up with to appear slimmer than they really were. "There won't be much room for your cock and balls. For a little game I have planned for later, I want you to arrange your balls up as high as possible. That may seem to put more pressure on them, but do it anyway. Your cock should be placed against your belly with the tip pointing up toward your navel. "In the drawer you will also find a pair of leather wrist cuffs. Put one on each wrist and make sure the lock on each has snapped shut. Get going now. Be back here, on your knees, in three minutes!" Jerry dropped to the floor and crawled back through the door. I took a drink of water from the glass on the table. "My god, this guy is going to be a lot of fun," I thought, beginning to feel a little warmth and wetness myself. I could hear a lot of activity out in the hall. the desk drawer opened, then a short pause, and then the sound of him fighting to get the panty-girdle up around his hips and up to his waist. I'm sure it was a struggle. I knew it was really too small for him. The spandex in the front panel would uncomfortably press his genitals. The snap of elastic finally stopped and I could hear the clink of the hardware on the wrist cuffs. The table drawer closed and I could hear Jerry crawling back. I turned the lights to a very low level and again stood by the door. When Jerry entered, I spoke, "Jenny, on the table you will find two metal bolts with O-rings on one end. In the middle of the floor you will find a couple of indentations in the carpet about three feet apart. The indentations cover screw sockets set in the floor. Put a ring firmly in each socket, then lie down, on your back, between them. I want to attach a wrist cuff to each ring." Jerry found the rings, then began searching for the sockets. I could tell he was tempted to look up a me, but remained with eyes lowered as he crawled around. He quickly found them and screwed in the rings. I had the sockets installed soon after I moved in. The handyman was puzzled what they were for, but I told him they were to secure some exercise equipment I was expecting. He would be surprised to see what exercise equipment they would hold tonight!. Jerry finally laid down between the rings. As I bent to clip his wrists to them, he could not help seeing my entire costume. "Yes, Jenny, tonight I am Mistress of the manor. I am going to use you as my plaything. You will wish you had not agreed to come here. But you will become so involved with the sensations I offer you will not want it to stop. I'll probably let you have an orgasm near the end of our little scene. You'll pray for that. but you'll also pray that the session continues forever. "Remember your code word, if it gets too intense and you need a break. "I am going to start by sitting on you chest with my skirt spread wide over your head. My weight and petticoats are going to make it hard to breath. And every breath you manage to draw will be full of my odors. You will smell my perfume, my sweat, my secretions. Perhaps you will taste them." I stepped across his body, facing his feet, and sat down gently on his upper body. He gasped at the weight. I knew from experience that sitting high on his ribs would allow him to breath quite well, although it would be an effort. My ass was only a couple of inches from his face. I was wearing rather demure nylon panties over a garter-belt that held up black hose. I could feel his nipples on the bottom of my thighs and his breath caressed my bottom. I bunched up my dress and petticoats between my thighs, exposing his cock and balls trapped under the spandex. His balls created two distinct lumps between his thighs, and his cock was pointed straight toward me. It appeared to be at least partially erect, although the pressure of the fabric made that hard to tell. "Jenny, I have two chopsticks in my hands. They are made of ivory and are quite heavy. I am going to use them to beat and poke your genitals until I get bored, maybe fifteen minutes. Any time you try to draw your legs up for protection, the clock will start again at fifteen." I cracked the handle end of one chopstick across his cock, just below the head. He gasped and his knees started to lift off the carpet. But they quickly flattened. I started a measured march of blows down his cock, starting at the head. Each hit was about one-quarter inch below the previous. I measured about ten seconds between blows, so he soon could anticipate the next. By the time I reached the cock base, his knees were quivering, but remained flat on the floor. He was moaning and his body was wiggling beneath me, sending nice sensations in to mine. His cock had grown at least an inch, so the next chopstick drumming run would take even longer. His balls were next. He had managed, as instructed, to get them high so they protruded nicely beneath the fabric. And the spandex, as it narrowed toward the crotch panel, curled around the outer side of the pair. This gave me chopstick access to not only the top of the balls, but the outside of each as well. Rather than beat them, I began to poke. Short random jabs with the narrow end of both chopsticks. Jerry began to moan. His body began to twist back and forth under me. His balls became a moving target and harder to hit. I was about to order him to stop when I noticed what the movement of his chest muscles and the heat of his body were doing to my pussy. My clit was getting erect, and his movements were rubbing my labia against it. I was tempted to slide backward until I was sitting on his face. Instead, I grabbed his protruding crotch and used it to steady me as I rose to my feet. I stopped standing over his body. My skirts still enveloped his body, now covering his cock and balls. In the dim light I am sure he could look up my legs and see my panty-clad ass above his head. "Jenny," I said, "I'm going to step backwards over your head, then get on my knees with my pussy right over your face. I want you to hold quite still so I can rub my clit on your nose and chin. I still have my panties on, so all you will feel is the nylon panel between my legs. It's probably a little damp by now, so you'll get a little taste of me if you use your tongue. Mostly you will smell me. Beating on your balls has worked up quite a passion as well as a little sweat." I got myself positioned, still facing his crotch, with a knee on either side of his neck. When I squatted, I could feel his hot breath on my butt. Working back just a bit and leaning forward, I dropped a little lower. His nose was right where I wanted it, spreading my labia lips though the crotch, until it pressed my clit. I stopped there, enjoying the focus of sensation the position created. Jerry was moaning now. I could feel his hot breath on my upper thighs, so I knew he doing just fine. I leaned forward a bit, and my clit slid forward to press on his chin. his nose still separated my labia. I would have to remember to let him breath occasionally. By now I was leaning far enough forward that, if I tucked up my skirts a bit, I could again reach his balls with the chopsticks. I noticed his cock had grown longer, still trapped against his lower belly by the tight spandex. I whacked him pretty hard across the middle of his cock. He let out a low scream. The twisting of his head felt quite nice between my thighs. His knees began to draw up in an unconscious attempt to protect himself, but he quickly remembered my earlier threat and straightened them again. "This guy is a joy to train," I thought. "I'll have to send flowers to Bob for introducing Jerry to me. I let him wiggle under me for minute, then rose to my knees. "Jenny, I'm going to let you breath for minute, then I am going to sit on your face again. When I do, I want you to tongue me through the panel of my panties. I am very wet, so you will surely taste me through the cloth. My pussy lips are swollen open and my clit is hard. Find it with your tongue and work very hard to bring me off. If I'm not satisfied with your performance, I'll have to start beating your balls with these sticks." After a short pause, I began to squat again. I could feel him trying to find the right spot as soon as possible. My clit was as big as the tip of my little finger, so I knew he would easily find it. I moved slowly until his tongue was in the right place and doing its job. He was working hard, trying to avoid being hit once more. It only took a few minutes for my orgasm to peak. As the throes began, I sat on his face quite hard, increasing the pressure on my nerve center. His tongue was not enough. I humped myself across his face and chin. As the spasm began to subside, I pushed myself forward and collapsed over his body. This freed his face so he could breath again, except most of my weight was on his chest and lower torso. My face was only a few inches from Jerry's crotch. I stretched a little, turned my head, and placed my teeth on either side of his cock, still hard and pointed toward his navel under the spandex. I bit down firmly. He screamed, more surprised than hurt. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I laid on Jerry for about ten minutes, getting my breath back and luxuriating in the feelings I'd just experienced. I finally gathered myself, rose to my feet, still straddling his head. I stepped back where I could see his face. He was smiling, knowing that he had pleased me. His face was quite wet, a mixture of our sweats, his saliva, and whatever of my vaginal juices had leaked past my panty crotch. I bunched up my skirts and took off my panties. I wiped his face, then draped the panties so each of his eyes looked up through a leg opening. "Jenny, I'm going to leave you here for a few minutes. Your wrist cuffs are still attached to the floor rings, so just lay here and rest. We are not finished yet." "Mistress," he whimpered, "My balls really ache. Can they be dropped a little lower so that the fabric is not so tight over them?" I could barely hear him, as his mouth was covered by my wet panties. "Of course, Jenny," I replied, let me do that for you." I walked around to his side, and knelt down. I grasped the spandex ay the base of his cock, just above his balls. I pulled the fabric away from his balls about three inches. This allowed them to drop into a more natural position by his thighs. He moaned in relief when the pressure was lessened, then gasped quite loudly when I let the fabric snap back over his balls. I walked in to the kitchen and set a pot of water on the stove for tea. Then I went into the master bedroom and removed my dress, hanging it in the closet. On to the master bath where I took a quick pee, then a rinsing shower, being careful not to remove all the traces of my pussy odor. From the closet I selected a simple white skirt and a white silk blouse. With only a half slip under them, I dressed and returned to the kitchen. The water was boiling and I made a pot of tea. With it and two cups on a tray, I returned to where Jerry remained lying on the floor. After I set the tray on a table, I unlocked Jerry's wrists from the floor rings, leaving the cuffs in place on his wrists. "Jenny," ordered, "go into the hall bathroom and clean yourself up a bit. Leave the panties on your face until you get there, then place them in the hamper. "If you need to pee while you're in the bathroom, go ahead. But when you're done, I want you tucked back into the panty- girdle, balls high, just like we started. When you are finished, come back here and sit down in the armchair there in the corner. I want you to tell me what you've just experienced." Jerry got up and left the room. I poured the tea and set a cup near the chair I had designated for him. I heard water running, a pause and then the toilet was flushed. Jerry returned to the room, eyes properly looking downward, and sat in the indicated chair. I noted he had followed instructions--his balls protruded nicely through the spandex. His cock was still hard. I assumed he'd not been able to get it down enough to pee, so he was likely uncomfortable. I ordered him to drink the tea, to add to his discomfort. "Well, Jenny, tell me your reaction to what has gone on here the last couple of hours." "Oh Mistress, you have really figured me out. I wanted to be overwhelmed by you and I was not disappointed. You took charge and made me do things "real men" don't do because the roles are not macho. I was, for once, not in charge--and it was quite wonderful. I've not made a decision since I knocked on your door--you've done it all. You've pantied me. You've toyed with the parts of me that define my maleness. You've sat on me like a queen sits on a throne, ordering me to give you pleasure, while I couldn't escape. "My career would probably be ruined if my boss ever found out what I willingly enjoyed here tonight. Except I think he would like to see you and be similarly tormented if he knew no one would ever find out he'd "lost control" for a few hours." Jerry sighed, "It was wonderful, can we do this again, soon?" "Well, Jenny, we are not done here tonight," I said. "I am going to kneel on the arms of the chair you are in. put my skirt over your head, and let you lick me to another orgasm. I want it slow and sweet at first, tease me a bit, but then I will closely instruct you on what to do and when to do it. I will leave your hands free, but don't touch me with anything but your tongue and lips. And don't touch yourself! If I catch you playing with that cock, I'll beat it until its too sore to give you any pleasure. Your are to give me satisfaction, no one else." I did as I said I would, positioning myself on the chair until I could feel his breath on the wetness of my slit. He did a great job of teasing me. He began by blowing gently up one side and down the other of my pussy. I could feel my pussy hairs move and caress my outer lips. The inner parts were very wet and I could tell where he was concentrating his breath by the coolness where the liquids evaporated. His tongue then began to randomly flick at my pussy lips. They wanted more, so they began to grow in size and separate. His tongue grazed my extended clit, then began a teasing run down my slit toward my ass. At the bottom, he began to move upward again, finishing with a swirl around my love button This continued for several minutes, until my legs began to shake. I ordered him to concentrate where it did the most good. I had a crashing orgasm, and fell forward on top of him. By the wetness I could feel, I was sure I'd let go a little pee at climax. Another taste sensation for Jerry to enjoy! I staggered off the arms of the chair and stood before him. My skirt, as it slid down his face, removed some of the moisture, but it still glistened with my wetness. He looked dazed. walking backwards, I reached my chair and sat down. "Jenny, that was very nice. I'm quite pleased with your performance as my cunt-licker. Now look me in the eye." His head rose. "I want you to stand up, walk over here and stop within two paces of me. Leave your girdle on and massage your cock through the material until you come. I want to see your every move. I want to see you come and the spreading stain on the front of your panties. As you are jerking off, tell me what it feels like!" Jerry rose and approached. "Oh Mistress, your tastes and smells have driven me wild. I'm sure my cock has never been bigger, except it's crushed by the tightness of the girdle you've made me wear. But I don't know if I can jack off without stroking my cock up and down." He reached down and began massaging himself. He soon began a rhythm of rocking a thumb and middle finger around his cock just below the head. "Ahh, that's it! It really feels good! I'm going to come!" Jerry staggered a bit, but did not stop the motion of his hand. I could see his cock spasm beneath the spandex, then a wet circle began to rapidly spread above the cock tip. He moaned, then his motions slowed. I could smell the faintly acrid odor of semen. Jerry wobbled backward and collapsed in the chair he where he'd been. "Oh Mistress, can I please rest for awhile? That was a tremendous orgasm. I'm wasted. There must be a pint of come juice in these panties, and the sensations it made as it was squeezed out under the restraint of the cloth was tremendous!" "Jerry," I responded. "Sit there for a few minutes. When you are ready, you will find a towel in the hall bathroom. Take a shower and clean yourself up. Rinse out your girdle and leave it in the hamper. You will find your clothes on a chair just outside the bathroom door. Get dressed and let yourself out the apartment door. Call me tomorrow at exactly 5 P.M. Be wearing your panties. Find someplace where you can speak freely. I'd like to do this again sometime, and I hope you are willing." I arose and went to the bath in the bedroom, stripped and took a quick shower. When I was finished, I could hear water running in the other bath. I put on a robe and went to the entrance closet and retrieved Jerry's clothes. I grabbed the panties he'd placed in the entry-table drawer. I left them in a neat stack beside the hall bath door, panties on top, and retired to the bedroom. Locking the door, I sat at my table and began making notes of what had just happened. When I was sure he was gone, I'd straighten the place up a bit and go to my adjacent apartment. I'm sure Jerry will call tomorrow.