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   Little Black Panties

   W/we were starting to get ready to go out for a nice lunch with a friend
of Mistress.  I had just asked Her if there was anything in particular She
would like me to wear.  "The boots" She responded.  They were a very recent
present from Her.  She knows my love of shoes...to the point that She calls
me Imelda occasionally.  They are lovely black boots that come nearly to
the knee.  A small heel, slightly squared toe, and soft, supple leather
make them a joy to wear.  She didn't have any preference regarding the rest
of my outfit so long as the boots were plainly visible..

   So, I was off to the closet to find something suitable to wear with
them. Sifting through the hangars, I settled on a black skirt that came
just to the top of the knee.  It also had a slit in the front.  I chose a
fitted top that had snaps down the front instead of buttons.  I turned my
attention then to my undergarments.  I would need hose, of course, so I got
them out.  A little pink bra was next.  I looked at my selection of
panties. The skirt was black so I rifled through the stack of black undies.


   I picked up a pair and a wicked little thought popped into my head.  I
knew Mistress liked this particular little number.  They're black satin tap
panties...the kind that have no elastic at the legs and almost function as
a short, short slip.  Normally, I dress in the bathroom but decided to
change in the closet this time.  The hose, bra, top, skirt, boots, and last
- but not least- the panties.  I grinned mischievously as I put them on. 
Because I had dressed in the closet, Mistress had no idea what I had put
on.

   I straightened up my face and headed to brush my hair.  Mistress was
coming out of the bathroom and I just couldn't resist the temptation. 
"Just so You'll know everything I'm wearing, I have these on underneath." I
lifted the skirt all the way up to show Her the little black panties.  The
look in Her eyes told me I had gotten the response I'd hoped to.  "Uh, huh"
was all She said.  But Her eyes spoke volumes.  I had to work hard to
suppress a giggle.

   W/we finished getting ready and headed out to the car.  As is usual, I
drove.  W/we were chatting as I pulled out and went on O/our way.  As W/we
were driving onto the main street, I was startled by Her hand as it made
its way up my skirt.  "Little black panties, huh?  You may just get a
spanking when W/we get back home.  Think about that." I did and a distinct
shiver of anticipation ran down my spine.

   Between Her hand gliding up and down my thigh and what She had just
said, I had to strain hard to keep my concentration on the road.  My hands
were gripping the steering wheel very tightly and that very familiar
throbbing began deep in my belly.  I couldn't help glancing at other
vehicles, watching for any high ones where the drivers could look down and
see what was going on.  I was excited, a little embarrassed, and wondering
what She might have in mind for when W/we got back home.

   She touched, petted and teased until W/we got to the restaurant.  She'd
given me a lot to chew on before W/we even saw a menu.  I'd been very
hungry - for food - but now, for something else too.  The thing is,
Mistress had paid me some very special attention already that morning.  Her
marvelous hands had found my weakest spots and treated me to some wonderful
orgasms.  I can only suppose that I showed Her the panties because I was
still feeling some of the effects of the way She had made me feel.  I was
in that kind of mood.  Food is not the only thing I have a big appetite
for.

   W/we headed into the restaurant.  On the way in, She continued Her
references to the "little black panties".

   The meal was delicious and it was good to see Mistress and Her friend
have a good visit and plenty of time to catch up on things.  Now and then,
She leaned close to me, or looked me directly in the eye, or winked,
smiled, or anything else She could think of to remind me that She had not
forgotten.

   The ride home seemed three times as long as the ride there.  As soon as
W/we got back in the car, Her hand was under my skirt again.  Her touch was
much more insistent now.  Her nails raked along the stockings I wore.  Her
fingers pressed hard against my clit and then moved away from it.  During
all this, I still had to focus on driving the car.  While She has touched
me before when I drove, it had never been as stimulating or as long as
this. The hardest part was keeping my eyes open.  I wanted nothing more
than to close them and enjoy the sensations.  But that was not possible.  I
was beginning to pay the price for those panties.

   I pulled back into the parking spot at home and turned off the key. 
Mistress did not remover Her hand.  Instead, She touched and stroked and I
felt my knees open wider to give Her better access.  At least I could close
my eyes now.  My breathing was fast when She took Her hand away and I heard
the door unlock.  W/we went inside.

   My mind was full of questions as I unlocked the door.  I didn't dare ask
them.  I couldn't help but wonder if I had a true punishment coming or, if
I were really lucky, a play session.  She didn't let me know right away. 
The phrase, "little black panties" was spoken frequently before I found
out...generally followed by a few "tsk, tsks."

   I took my coat off and laid it over a chair.  I was walking across the
room to do something, I don't remember what now.  I got close to the bed
and She stopped me and told me to bend over and put my hands on it.  I
didn't know what was coming but had the distinct feeling that the panties
were really in for it.

   I made myself relax, spread my feet (boots still on), took a deep
breath, and waited.  The hard slap of leather made a loud sound in the
quiet room.  So did the little gasp that slipped from my mouth.  Mistress
was not starting out slowly.

   She fell into a rhythm and I felt myself moving with it.  The strap
moved all over my ass, the tops and sides of my legs and, now and then, to
my cunt.  Each time it did, the urge to cum surged.  She picked up a
flogger and retraced Her path on my body.  I still didn't know if this
would be punishment only but was fast getting to the place where I didn't
care.  I savored the touch of the leather each time it met my skin.  It no
sooner landed than I reached my ass up to meet the next one.  I was in that
place where pain and pleasure merge and it gets hard to tell which is which
because it doesn't matter, as long as I get more of it.

   She directed it between my legs and I spread them wider.  The
stimulation on my clit in addition to the pain on my skin soon had me
begging Her to cum.  Each time I did, She simply stopped.  That's the worst
pain of all.  All I'm left with is desire and need and the inability to
satisfy either.

   After a few seconds, She would start again.  She brought out different
toys and struck in different ways but the result was the same.  She took me
to the very edge and left me dangling there.  It crossed my mind that this
was to be punishment.  I could only hope that was not the case and plead
with Her for my release.  She began to use Her hand to stimulate me but, as
She did with the toys, She brought me only so far and stopped.

   I suffered the agonizing frustration of denial over and over and over.
She'd never made me wait this long.  I was in new territory...frozen in one
spot, shaking from pain and desire, and the uncertainty of the outcome.

   Once again, She tortured my body and tantalized my cunt.  Once again,
nearly in tears from want, I begged for release.

   "Yes." And this time, Her hand didn't remove itself.  This time the
pleasure was allowed to build and burst.  This time, I forgot all the
waiting.  This time I came....hard, deep, and long.  I heard the sounds
come up in my throat.  I felt my knees nearly buckle.  I felt my body
tremble.  I heard nothing, saw nothing...only felt it surge through my
body.

   It wasn't given time to fade.  She brought me to another one quickly. 
The long wait was over and I was basking in the reward.  My knees found the
side of the bed for support as I leaned into Her caress for yet another
shattering climax.  I didn't count, couldn't count, didn't even think about
counting how many times I came.

   I was weak from the pleasure and the price I paid for it.  Mistress
knew, as She always does, when it is time to stop.  She did so slowly.  I
heard "little black panties" more than once during all this.  I was so very
grateful to them.  Even as I write this, a small smile comes as I remember
the wonder of it.

   She turned me to face Her and I sat in Her lap as She calmed me, stoked
and petted me until my breathing quieted.  Her touch so gentle now.  Her
voice so sweet.

   She helped me take off my clothes and made a place on the bed to lie
down.  I did as She told me.  It was so very easy to slip between the
sheets as She tucked me in and told me to sleep for while.  My body spoke
to me in its own language.  It was totally satisfied.  It was ready to
sleep.  There were few thoughts in my mind as I slipped into the darkness.
The only one I can really remember is one about "little black panties".




   ..........annie