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WARNING!  This fiction is only for adults over the age of 18 and contains
strong sexual content.  If you are under the age or 18 stop reading 
immediately!!!

Title:  Shopping For Pleasure (Fdom, tg, Femdom) by K. R. English
By:   Mr. K. R. English

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SHOPPING FOR PLEASURE - Part One.

	"I told you men wear things like this," she said.    "See, look at these 
catalog pictures." 

	 Susan held open a thick department store clothing catalog.   The  pages 
she had opened were from the women's undergarment section.   They 
displayed color photos of  models wearing panties, girdles, body 
briefers, corsets and other women's foundation garments.   

	Although he never admitted it to anyone, Pat had always enjoyed looking 
at the gorgeous female models in such photos.  She held open two 
particular pages.  Eleven out of the twelve garments displayed on those 
pages were women's fashions, but Susan focused on one item. 

	It had all started out the day before.  The two of them were working out 
in their basement when she remarked, "You know, I bet a girdle would help 
take pressure off your back while you exercise."

	He replied, "only women wear girdles."

	"Oh no, men wear them too," she answered.  "I'll show you some 
pictures."  The conversation then shifted to another topic.  During the 
next hours however, Pat's mind kept drifting back to the words she had 
said.  He wondered what kind of pictures she was referring to.   

	Now she read out loud from the text while pointing  with her index 
finger,  "Item H - Women's or men's posture belt.  Lets you breath 
freely, yet it stays in place while supporting your back."

	Next she sat down next to him, very close on the sofa and continued to 
read aloud from the same catalog paragraph, "Upper section is contoured 
in back, overlaid and secured to lower section with accordion type folds. 
 Three rows of front hook and eye closures for a comfortable fit.  
Measures 9 inches from top to bottom.   Color White.  Soft weave elastic 
of nylon polyester spandex blend covered with textured nylon."

	The picture showed the torso of a female model who wore the garment over 
black panties, but sure enough, the text did say men could wear it too.

	Susan put her arm on his shoulder and spoke with a gently persuasive 
voice, "Granted, most things pictured here are for women, but I would 
really like you to try some of them.  It would be just for when we 
workout together, privately in our own house.  No one else will know."

	Pat and Susan had been dating for a long time and were very much 
attracted to each other.  She was an aerobics instructor and he worked in 
sales.   To the outside world they looked like a handsome couple.  She 
the feminine beauty and he the masculine male.   

	"Well, I don't know . . ."  he questioned as his voice trailed off.

	"Let's face it, we're not young adults anymore," she replied.  "I've 
noticed that, like most men your age, you're  beginning to show excess 
weight around your middle.  Also your posture is not a straight as it 
used to be."

	"You're right about that," he sighed.  

	"These could help you darling," she said with a convincing appeal in her 
voice.   "Look, the catalog pictures a firm control girdle, a long line 
bra, a back support  body briefer, and various waist cinching posture briefs."

	Turning the page she went on to point out and explain, "Here's a long 
leg panty girdle, some corsolettes and briefer.  And look at this page.  
The things pictured are described as  smoothers and shapers."  Her 
fingers highlighted a headline at the top of page with four shapely 
models in form fitting foundation under garments.  His eyes were drawn to 
the shimmering satin white panels on some of the garments, and  way they 
hugged and shaped the models.  While it was true the catalog copy 
indicated the posture belt could be worn by a man, all the rest of the 
dozens of items in that part of the catalog were clearly for women.  Many 
of them had built in bras.

	"Would you wear some of these if I bought them for you?" she asked.

	Pat was obviously surprised and caught off guard by the question.  She 
paused briefly then continued talking while he groped for an answer.   

	"See how they mold the shape of the models." she said.   "They would 
work the same on you.  Oh darling, it would make me very happy."

	Her fingers drifted down to his right hand.  Susan used her thumb and 
forefinger to form a ring around his thumb.  Gently she stroked it back 
and forth in an obviously sexual suggestive manner.  With a warm smile 
they kissed, playfully at first then more deeply.  Her hands drifted over 
his body as she touched and fondled his chest and crotch.  He reached out 
to wrap his arms around her, but was surprised when her hands held his 
wrists back for a moment.

	"You know clients in my fitness program have had good results.  They've 
all been women.  I'd like to try my techniques on a man."  

	"What techniques are those?" Pat asked.

	"I have in mind some exercises I'd like you to work at.   Some form 
fitting foundations would help with your posture and mussel tone during 
workouts," she explained.  "In order for this to work, you have to put 
yourself in my hands.  Let me call the shots then you work hard at 
following my directions.   She looked right into his eyes and asked, "Do 
you think you could do that?"

	Pat thought back on the times when she was happy, and in turn made him 
happy.  Any man in that situation would answer yes and that's just what he did.

	"Promise me you'll wear the things I get for you," she asked.

	"Which things are those?"

	"Trust me," she replied, still holding his hands back in a playful, 
teasing manner.

	He paused for a moment then tried to kiss her.  She held back and again 
looked into his eyes.

	"Say you trust me," she purred with a sinister smile.  "You'll love it 
darling."

	"Okay," he answered, "anything you say."

	"Good.  Stay here.  I'll be back in a few minutes."  The two of them had 
been sitting in the living room.  She got up and walked into the bedroom. 
  "Take off your clothes so I can get some measurements."  

 	Pat took off his shoes, shirt and pants but stayed in his underwear.  
He could hear drawers and a closet opening,  then about ten minutes later 
Susan returned.    She had in her hands a pad of paper and a fabric tape 
measure like a seamstress would use.  His eyes were drawn to the firm 
control body briefer she was wearing.  

	"I slipped into this to show you what I mean," she purred.  The white 
undergarment had a front panel made of Acetate satin the reflected a 
shimmer of light.  The upper part was a bra and it extended over her 
midsection onto the top part of her thighs.  It was like an open bottom 
girdle and had four attached garters.   He could see white nylon panties 
under the briefer.    Nylons encased her legs and she wore pumps with 
heels on her feet.  The tops of the nylons were fastened to the garters.  
She looked very sexy and he loved the way the power mesh fabric hugged 
her feminine curves.

	"No, take off everything," she directed.  He removed the remaining 
clothes and stood naked in front of her.  Pat could not help holding her 
in his arms, and he loved the feel of tight fitting fabric as he ran his 
hands over her back and ass.  She let him embrace for about a minute.  
Once she noticed his cock was getting hard she stepped back away and got 
down to business.  

	"Stand over here," she said pointing to a spot on the floor.  "Stand up 
straight and hold your arms straight out from your shoulders."  She used 
her hands to direct him into the proper posture and began to take 
measurements.   He felt a wave of pleasure come over his body as he stood 
naked in front of her.  His hands instinctively moved to cover his penis 
as it pulsed and continued to be hard, but she playfully moved his arms 
back to the position of extended out from his sides.

	She started by wrapping the tape measure around his chest.  After noting 
the number of inches  she proceeded to measure his waist then hips.  She 
playfully touched his nipples and penis as the tape moved lower.  Next 
she wrapped the tape around his left thigh then the right one.  She 
measured his arms and other parts of his body and even his neck size.  
She could have gotten all the measurements in a minute, but she prolonged 
the process in a thorough teasing manner.  After about five minutes of 
touching and teasing she announced she had all the required dimensions. 

	"Here's what we'll do," she announced.   "I'm going to order some things 
for you from a catalog.  Some other things we'll get on a shopping trip." 
 Susan left the room to get a calendar then came back.

	"Two weeks from now is Tuesday the 23rd.  Let's each take that day off 
from work."    It was most erotic the way she kept her body close and in 
nearly constant contact with him as she spoke.  The steady contact had a 
electrifying effect on him.

	"I want to take you shopping to buy some things that were pictured in 
the catalog.   Now we'll be going into the women's department of some 
stores.  I know you can't do that around here so we're going to drive to 
some malls on the far side of Milwaukee.  It's a two hour drive away so 
there's not a chance anyone in those stores could recognize us."

	Pat had a surprise look on his face.  His mouth started to open as if to 
ask a question, but Susan just held a finger to his lips and smiled as 
she looked deep into his eyes.  "Trust me darling, it will be a fun, 
relaxing day.  Just the two of us.  No one will know about our little 
shopping trip."

	The Tuesday they had planned was a beautiful fall day.  Both Pat and 
Susan were in a well rested, carefree mood.  She wore pantyhose, heels 
and a dress that came down to just below her knees.  He was going to wear 
jeans at first, but she talked him into wearing nicer clothes to dress up 
the occasion a bit.   The drive was pleasant and they arrived in the area 
of the malls just before noon.

	"Let's start in there," she remarked pointing to a large discount store. 

	 Some men fantasize about shopping in boutique shops such as Victoria's 
Secret.  This store was a popular mass merchant, the kind of store where 
women go to buy every day clothes.  

	"Here, take a shopping cart," Susan directed.  Pat began to feel nervous 
and was glad to have the handle of the shopping cart to place his hands 
on.    This being a Tuesday, there was little traffic in the store.  

	Susan understood his nervousness and suggested they first take a long 
walk around the various departments within the store.  "I know you may 
feel uncomfortable darling," she whispered in his ear.  "Let's just 
stroll around for a while."    After about 10 minutes she guided their 
pace over towards the west middle part of the store.  A large blue and 
white sign suspended from the ceiling announced, in a classic script,  
"Intimate Apparel".

	Susan knew the management of this chain had always made women's intimate 
apparel a key merchandising category.   As with all the other stores in 
this chain they had an unproportionate large amount of square footage 
dedicated to that type of product.   In this section of the store the 
retail racks offered a wide selection of panties, bras, pantyhose, 
bikinis, briefs, girdles, corsolettes, nylons and any type of 
undergarment a woman could ever want.    Pat's hands began to sweat.   He 
imagined a thousand eyes were watching this man being out of place in the 
women's department.

	She sensed his feelings and whispered in his ear, "Relax darling, no one 
can recognize us here."  Indeed, during the next minutes three store 
clerks walked by, but they were so busy with their work they didn't give 
a second glance to the handsome couple.  Only one other customer was in 
that department of the store and that was a much older woman.

	After a few minutes went by, a sudden change overcame Pat.  The 
anonymity made him very comfortable.  No one could recognize them and 
they could shop at ease.

	"You can't wear bulky men's underwear with the things I have in mind for 
you.  Let's start with some panties,"  she announced taking him by the 
hand.  Susan led him over to a rack with a large selection.  The ones on 
the left were on individual hangers while panties to the right side were 
in see through bags of two and three.

	They stood close and she spoke quietly in his ear.  "Look", she said 
reaching to lift a hanger off the rack, "These are made of a nylon with 
spandex blend."  Her finger traced the back part of the stretch fabric as 
she read the words on the package:  "the center back seam will give a 
rounded back silhouette.    I bet a size 6 would fit you.   Like them?"  
she asked.  Susan didn't wait for Pat to answer, she just put them in the 
shopping cart.

	"Here's some more panties," she said speaking softly in his ear.  The 
package advertised them as being made of cling free nylon.  "These 
panties sort of remind me of the nylon brief trunks men swimmers wear.   
See there's no lace on them.  They are a full cut style and the material 
stretches every which way so they should fit you."

	As the couple walked down the aisle they stayed very close.  At times 
she would hold his hand, leaving him with only one hand free to steer the 
shopping cart.  

	"We can't be sure exactly which size will fit you," she explained.  "For 
that reason we'll get quite a few pair.  The ones that don't fit we'll 
throw away."    Since this was a mass merchant type store, the panties 
were low priced.    Being among all these feminine undergarments was 
beginning to spark his libido.    If they overbought a few items that 
were the wrong size it was a small price to pay for the pleasure this 
shopping trip was bringing to him.

	They chatted quietly between themselves and selected a few more pair of 
panties.  Next they moved over towards the section of the lingerie 
department that was stocked with waist cinchers, waist nippers, 
torsolettes and girdles.     Sizing for these was a bit trickier as the 
labels referred to bra measurements.  Susan and Pat consulted together 
and picked a few things off the rack.

	"Do you like shopping like this?" she questioned.  

	"This is a good time, Honey," he replied.

	Let's try another store then head home," she said.  They paid for their 
purchases with a credit card and headed back out to their car.   The next 
place they entered had more of a traditional department store format.  It 
was a very large building however,  where they could shop by themselves 
as opposed to a smaller store which would have had clerks approaching 
with suggestions.    In this store they focused on legwear.

	"Let's get a few pair of pantyhose for you darling," she pointed out as 
they entered the store's intimate apparel department.  "I think you'll 
need a queen size.  Here's a size chart."    Pat looked closely at the 
chart posted near the packages of pantyhose.  Together they picked out 
two pair, one dark and one tan.

	"The pantyhose will energize your legs, darling," she explained while 
standing very close to him and holding his hand.  They massage and 
invigorate your thighs and lower legs.  I also want you to buy some 
tights, nylons and a garter belt."  Together they picked out a garter 
trimmed with a smooth satin front panel.    Then they spent another few 
minutes slowly browsing around the intimate apparel.

	"One other thing before we go," she said.   I want you to have bras to 
wear.  Come on, I'll help you pick some out."

	The there were two types of displays for bras.  About half of the 
inventory was in individual boxes and the other half was on plastic 
hangers suspended on racks.    

	She spoke quietly to him so no one else could hear, "We don't want 
something with lace.  You'll like the feel of smooth satin side panels.  
I figure a 42 should fit you.  It has to be a B cup.  Anything larger 
will be too big."

	Bras of various colors, textures and styles were on display.  After five 
minutes of looking together they found some they both thought would fit 
him.   They then made their way to the cash register.    At that point 
Susan stepped forward to talk to the clerk and make the purchases so Pat 
could feel easier standing in the background. Once in the parking lot 
Susan put the shopping bags in the back seat and they took a long casual 
drive home.


SHOPPING FOR PLEASURE - Part Two.

	They stopped for an early evening dinner on the way back and arrived at 
home around 8 PM.   As they settled in for a quite evening at home they 
embraced and hugged a few times.

	"Let's make sure there'll be no interruptions," she remarked taking 
charge of the situation.  "I'll take the phone off the hook, lock the 
doors and make sure all the drapes are closed."  She moved about the 
house while he sat in the living room.  

	"I'm going to change into something comfortable," Susan explained as she 
headed for the bedroom.  

	Pat sat back and watched TV.  About fifteen minutes later Susan stepped 
back into the living room.  He could sense her sweet perfume and was 
delighted to see she wore a romantic sleeping gown under a flowing see 
through robe.  Her panties and bra were visible under the flowing 
garment.  She had let her hair down.

	"Would you like to get a little kinky tonight?" she asked invitingly.  

	Pat just smiled his response as they both new there wasn't a man on this 
earth that would answer negatively to that question.

	"Take your clothes off," Susan directed.  She then laid a towel on the 
floor in front of the sofa, near where he had been sitting.   "Put your 
clothes over here," she said pointing to the far end of the sofa.  "Then 
sit on the towel.  I'll be right back."  

	 Her gown flowed beautifully as she moved into the bedroom.  It took him 
only a few moments to remove all his clothing.  He then sat naked on the 
towel on the carpeted floor, with his back leaning up against the sofa.   
 She returned shortly caring the feminine clothes they had bought on 
their shopping trip and a few other things.   In her right hand was a 
some kind of small black piece of cloth.   Even though the light was dim, 
he could see, as she got closer, that the cloth was a blindfold.

	"I stopped at a dance supply store the other day and got you this," she 
remarked.  In her left hand she held up a long sleeve, black, scoop 
necked woman's leotard.  "That's why I wanted to have you get the tights 
and pantyhose today.  The next time we're just lounging around the house 
I want you to wear this."

	She knew he had a "thing" for leotards.  This was the type of garment a 
female dancer would wear.  It was made of a shimmery spandex material.  
At first it looked like it would be a bit small for him.  As he ran his 
hands over the fabric he could feel how it was very stretchy.   She could 
see his penis start to harden as he imagined how sexy it would feel to 
have his body encased in pantyhose, then slip on the leotard.

	"Before we get started I want you to wear this," Susan said as she held 
up the black cloth.   I got this sleep mask at the drugstore.  It's for 
people who have trouble sleeping at night.  The elastic bands slip over 
your head like this."    All light was shut out from Pat's eyes as she 
slowly slipped the mask over his head.  She took a long moment to adjust 
the elastic straps and carefully position it on his head.  

	"Notice how the inside lower part of it is padded.   The sleep mask has 
an extra fold of padded fabric under to your eyes so no light can get in 
underneath or at the corners. If we get it adjusted correctly there 
should be no pressure on your eyes.   How's that?"

	Pat moved his hands up to the sleep mask to make a slight adjustment in 
its position.  Instead of answering with words he just made a slight nod 
with his head to indicate it felt as though the mask was positioned right.

	"Can you see any light at all?" she asked.

	"No"

	"Good.  Now I want you to promise you won't try to remove the sleep 
mask.  With the sleep mask on you can focus on the feel of the clothes 
with no distractions.  It will help you relax and I want to make you feel 
that you're under my control.   Is that Okay darling?"

	Again he answered, not with words, but with a slight forward nod of his 
head.   He was still sitting upright on the floor, leaning with his back 
against the sofa.  He sensed she moved back around to be in front of him. 
 Now Susan was kneeling next to him.  The next thing Pat realized was 
that she was touching him.    She was slowly gliding her hands over his 
body in a most erotic fashion.  A light touch to his left nipple was 
followed up by a firm stroke on his thigh.

	"Let's move the towel over here a bit," she whispered.  "Now lay face 
down on the towel with your arms folded in front of you." 

	Since he was wearing the mask, Pat had to feel around a bit for the 
towel.  He then stretched out.   For the next few minutes she gave him a 
luxurious message.  Her hands rubbed his back and stroked his legs for 
about five minutes.  The sensuous message was beginning to move him into 
a dream like pleasure trance.

	"Now let's have you stand up."  Her hands guided him up into a standing 
position.  He could feel her apply a gentle touch to his shoulders to 
have him turn towards the right.  

	"We'll start with the panties. We bought six pair today.  I want you to 
try them on, one  by one, to see which ones fit."

	He could hear her open one of the shopping bags.  

	"Lift your right foot up, I'll help you get the first pair of panties 
on," she directed as he could feel the fabric of the panties being 
slipped over his ankle.  "Now your other foot."  The panties were slid up 
over his thighs and were soon covering his penis.

	"These panties are too high cut in the front so they don't fit you at 
all," she observed.  "Let's take them off and try on the next pair."

	One by one she helped him slip the undergarments on and off.  Some fit 
him poorly so she set those aside.  Others were more full cut and fit him 
surprisingly well.   Just as she had planned, the constant friction of 
the panties on his lower body was beginning to have an powerful effect on 
him.  She could see his penis start to grow and become hard.  Susan also 
noticed his body reacted to her using the words "panties" and "penis."   
The more he would hear her feminine voice repeat those keywords, the more 
aroused he became.  

	"How do those panties fit?" she asked after an ivory colored pair was 
slid up in place.    Don't the panties feel good on your penis?" she 
asked already knowing the answer to the question.  "These panties fit, 
but some of the other panties don't fit as well, darling so I'll put 
those over here."  She was making a point of using the arousing keywords 
liberally as she spoke.  She did most of the talking as he would make 
only brief comments as to how each one fit.

	After he tried on all of them, they both agreed the fourth pair fit the 
best.  He stood there naked while she took those and put them in his 
hands so he could identify them by feel.  He was becoming accustomed to 
the blindfold so his senses were more attuned to touch and feel.

	"These panties are a color they call rosewood.  Remember we got them at 
the first store?" she asked.  The label says they are made of nylon/lycra 
spandex.  Remember this is the pair with the front panel made of the 
shinny stretch satin?"   

	Pat needed no help in remembering.  His mind vividly recalled the 
picture on the package that held the panties.  He loved how the full cut 
garment hugged the model's body to accentuate her curves.

	"Since these panties fit the best I want you to wear them as while you 
try on the other things." she announced.  

	"In a moment I'll help you slip into the panties.  I want you to put 
them on so the panties hold your penis in an upright position, that is 
pointed up.  The tip of your penis will be pointed up towards you navel 
along the underside of your belly.  Do you understand."

	"Yes," he replied.

	"Good, now the best way to do this is I want to make sure your penis is 
as hard as it can be before we slip the panties on you.  Here's how were 
going to do that," she directed. 

	"Kneel."  

	Pat went down to his knees and rested back so his legs were bent and he 
was sitting upright.

	"No darling, I want you to kneel up," she said.  Pat had always had 
erotic feelings towards stories that involved dominant women.  While her 
words were not overly dominant, that fact that she took control of the 
situation turned him on.  He rose up so he was kneeling in an upright 
manner with his knees together.

	"Keep your left knee where it is and move your other knee to the right," 
 she said while touching his leg.    "Hold still.   There, that's 
better," she paused.  "Now here's what we're going to do.  I'm going to 
put a few pair of panties in your hands.  I want you to use the panties 
to stroke your penis until it gets very hard.  The main thing however, is 
you must not cum!    Stoking your penis will bring you close to orgasm, 
but you must not cross the line.  I want you to stop right before you 
feel the rush.  We'll then slip the panties on while you're good and 
hard.  Do you understand?" she asked.  He replied with a quick nod of his head.

	"Good."  

	She took one panty and wrapped it around his right hand like a glove.  
Another panty was applied to his left hand in a similar fashion.  She 
then took a third panty and had him hold it in both hands.  

	"Now promise me you won't cum," she demanded.

	"Yes," he sighed"

	"Good, now begin," she directed.

	It took about five minutes of the soft fabric stoking his penis for the 
blindfolded man to be hard as a rock.  He was so aroused he thought he 
would burst.   Susan could see he was going into a trance-like erotic 
arousal.  Earlier, once his blindfold was in place, she had turned on a 
brighter light.  Now she could see a drop of pre-cum liquid forming at 
the tip of his penis so she knew he was ready to orgasm.

	"Stop," she said suddenly. 

	If the blindfold would have been off she would have seen he was nearly 
in tears.  His body was aching to cum, but she stopped him at the last 
moment.  Pat was so close to orgasm he thought the sperm would ooze out 
of the pores of his skin.  She had him stand, then slipped the best 
fitting panties up his over his thighs.   His penis was so hard it was 
easy for him to point it upwards with his fingers, properly in place.  He 
felt a tingling sensation on his penis as his fingers touched it.

	"Put your hands together behind your back," she ordered.  "Palms facing 
away from you with the back of your left hand resting in the palm of the 
right."  He then felt her firmly rub her hands and fingers over the front 
satin panel of the panty,  through which she could easily see and feel 
the outline of his thickened cock.   This went on for about two minutes, 
but to him it felt like an erotic eternity.

	She then had him slip on the tights, right over the panties.  Next came 
the leotard.  She helped him put each garment on in a slow, deliberate 
manner that involved her hands stroking over his bare skin, and then the 
fabric as it covered his skin.   He loved the feel of his body being 
encased in the nylon tights and leotard.  The garments seemed to hug him 
in a most erotic manner, quite unlike any male garment he had ever worn.

	"Tonight we're just going to see how each thing fits," she proclaimed.  
"Keep the leotard on for a minute, then we'll try on the other things.  
Here, I'll take your blindfold off for now and we'll take a little break."

	Next she picked up a bra and carried it with her into the bathroom.  He 
could hear a light hissing sound.  "Take the leotard off," she said from 
the other room.  Susan returned with the bra a while later.  

	"Hold your arms out in front of you," she directed.  Susan stepped 
around in back of him and slipped the bra over his shoulders.  A 
wonderful feminine fragrance overcame him.  While she was in the bathroom 
she had sprayed some perfume on the bra cups.  He loved the snug feel of 
the bra as it fit around his upper torso.  His hands moved up to feel the 
shimmery side stretch panels of fabric.  The bra was like nothing he had 
ever worn before and the smooth fabric gave a tingling feeling to his skin.

	"Next time you wear the leotard I want you to have a bra on underneath," 
she said.  Someday I may even get some artificial breasts to insert into 
your cups, but that will have to wait for another day.  Here let's have 
you try on some other things," she said.

	One by one he was fitted into a waist nipper, panty girdle, corsolette 
and all the other feminine foundation garments.  The panties stayed in 
place under most of the things, but for some she told him to take them 
off first.  It took the better part of half an hour for them to go 
through all the things.

	"We're almost done now darling, and that's good as I can see you look 
like you're overheated!" she laughed.  "Here let me take those panties 
down off your hips.  Lay face down on the towel and I'll let you cool 
down and give you a message."  She brought him a drink which he sipped 
through a straw.  

	Before he laid down Susan took a small hand towel and placed it in the 
middle of the larger towel, right where his penis would be.  He was now 
completely naked.  She started to message his shoulders.  Next she gently 
nudged his left hand indicating it was all right for him to slip it under 
his body to stoke his penis.  It was a heavenly experience for him.   She 
was doing everything a woman could do to successfully tease and arouse a 
man, but he knew he must not reach orgasm without her permission.  

	As a final inducement to arouse him, she took a pair of panties and 
reached under his side to place them in his left hand.  He understood he 
could use the panties to message his cock.   Her hands moved slowly over 
his legs, buttocks, back and shoulders while his left hand stroked the 
panties over his cock.  This went on for about five minutes.

	"Would you like to cum?" she whispered in his ear. 

	Pat was so aroused he quickly let out a hiss like sound of the word "Yes."

	"Then go ahead darling."

	About a minute later Susan could feel his body quiver and his muscles 
tense, which was then followed by his sigh of relief.  She then left the 
room to let him relax for a while.

	In the end, the day was very enjoyable for both of them.  Pat was very 
thankful that Susan understood his peccadilloes.   Everything they did 
involved a bit of play acting.  Susan prompted him into wearing the 
women's undergarments.  He protested at first, but latter "relented" and 
let her have her way.  

	Many of the things they bought for him did not fit, so they threw them 
out.   What was left over was put into a special drawer in their bedroom. 
 It was understood that she controlled the access to that.  If she was in 
a playful mood, she would take out some panties or something else and 
give it to him to wear.

	Of course, deep down, he really enjoyed the feeling of the panties and 
other things on his skin.  She understood that.   Many women would not 
know how to react to learning their man enjoyed wearing panties.  They 
would think the man is gay, queer or perverted.    She knew none of those 
labels applied to Pat.  The clothes were like a simple harmless stage 
prop that would spark his sexual interest.  

	Pat appreciated the mature manner in which Susan handled their little 
secret.  Her mood during the day was light hearted and relaxed, but she 
was careful to not laugh at him or make fun of his desires.   Her manner 
in dealing with the situation was more like a professional person in a 
clinic.    She took his desire to dress in panties seriously. 

	He had no desire to "dress up" in public.  He also had no desire to go 
further and  wear dresses, makeup, wigs or jewelry.    In fact most of 
the time they would make love in a conventional manner.   Only once in a 
while would they go on a shopping trip to a distant city and pick out a 
few feminine undergarments for him to wear in the privacy of their own 
bedroom.  Susan's attitude made the experience great for both of them, 
and brought them together as a loving couple.

END


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