Sitting here in the Dr.’s office I wondered how it all came about? I had been over my fiancée house doing some things for her. She was to be out for hours. While doing some chores I had to go into her room. Seeing those panties draped over her chair at the vanity I was compelled to feel them, touch them, and finally try them on. I sat there and started fingering my hardness ( it had grown at the feel of the silky panties). Sharon walked in and screamed, ” What are you Doing With My Panties?”

Now I was here in the therapist office. I was sent here to get help for my “Masturbatory Habits”. I didn’t know what to expect. I am a little afraid of just what will happen.

“Don, Come into the examining office”, called the nurse. She was young and attractive. The nurse under 25 had on a pretty uniform with white stockings and shoes. About 6′ tall with long blond hair in a ponytail I couldn’t help but admire her look.

“Don I want you to get undressed and put on this gown for your examination.” She stated. On the table was a pink hospital gown, but it was in a different material that you would get in a hospital. Kind of silky looking. “Where is the dressing room?” I asked.

“You don’t need one,” she said impatiently, ” I am a nurse after all, and you are my patient.” I started taking off my clothing. I neatly placed them on the chair standing there in only my B.V.D.’s and sox I looked for the gown.

“Not so fast mister!” Angrily the nurse stated, “Everything”!

I took off my sox and undies and stood there naked as a J-Bird. She took the pink gown and placed it on me tying it loosely. She then handed me a pair of matching pink panties, open crotched. (more…)

It was with some reluctance that Linda decided to meet with another man with whom she had met on the internet.  The last man sounded so perfect, so nice. They had corresponded for quite awhile before finally meeting for real. In reality he had turned out to be an overbearing, arrogant jerk.  He had complained about everything, including how dirty her car was.  She had made a special dinner, which he didn’t even bother to eat.  The final insult, was when he had gotten dressed after his football game was over and stated “I’m leaving”.  The entire weekend was a total disaster.  She drove him back to the airport in silence, dropped him off and sped away.  When she had calmed down, she had tried to email him to find out what his problem was. It didn’t surprise her very much when she realized that he would no longer talk to her online, nor would he even answer her email. He had obviously done this before with some other poor fool, and she was just his latest victim. It took a long time to get over her feeling of rejection.

So, she was a little apprehensive as she waited for the arrival of Mike.  She had met him online in an enema chat room.  They had talked for sometime about their shared interests. They didn’t bother exchanging photos of each other. “Look”, he had said, “I’m not tall and handsome, but I’m for real and I’ll treat you with respect even if we find we are not attracted to each other”.  “Well, I’m no Marilyn Monroe either, but  have a sense of humor and if you can get past my rough edges you may just find a diamond”.

Linda answered the door when the buzzer sounded. The man standing before her was in his late forties, with greying hair. Mike had lied after all, for Linda could see that he was indeed tall and handsome. “Hi, I’m Mike” he stated and held out the flowers he had brought. (more…)

 Since it is your birthday next week, I have decided that you should have a special experience to celebrate it.  I have arranged for you to spend a few days at a spa in the mountains of northern Nevada.  They specialize in the care and pampering of ladies from around the country, and due to their remote location, are not hampered by restrictive city ordinances.  I shall escort you, my darling, and will be available for your companionship at all times.

   “If you are finished with your packing, my darling, I will take your bags to the car and we can be off.  The flight leaves in less than two hours”   Finally boarding the Boeing 757 for a flight to Denver, and then transferring to another flight to Jackpot, Nevada, we settle back into the gray leather first class seats.  Sipping a glass of chilled wine as we continue to climb through the cloud layer to our final cruising level of 35,000 feet, you ask me, “Where are we going specifically, and what is this ’special present’ all about.”  Smiling, I tell you it is to be a bit of a surprise, but that I think that you will enjoy it very much.

   Later that afternoon, the wheels of the plane touch down at Jackpot with a chirp, and we roll to a stop at the terminal.  Getting our single bags, we are met by a driver just outside, holding up a white card with our names on it.  “My dear, the driver will take us to the lodge, located in the town of Rowland.  It is about a 45 minute ride from here.”

   Continuing up the sinuous, winding road, we finally come around a bend and slow to a stop in front of a massive and elaborate set of double doors.  Our bags in hand, we pass through the doors to find ourselves in the courtyard of a modern, single level house of some sorts. A wooden bridge leads to the front door, as the ground drops to a lower level.  Beyond the first part of the house, another section or wing extends off behind some trees in the rear.  “I know you expected to find some log cabin out here my love, but not something transported from the pages of Sunset magazine!” (more…)

The last day saw Jeannie and Paul getting ready to return home to their respective spouses. Jeannie was now worried about the whip and cane marks which criss-crossed her whole body. It would be almost impossible to hide herself completely from her husband until they all disappeared.

Of course, Paul had a few more final installments to conclude our story.

He had Jeannie dress for him: of course stockings and suspender belt; short black pleated skirt and white blouse. He allowed her to wear a skimpy bra, but no knickers, in fact she could barely remember which day she had last worn them.

Jeannie was kneeling on the table as he had directed her when Paul came in. She was bent over and he flipped her skirt up over her bare bottom to reveal her stocking clad legs framed by her black suspenders. He traced his finger up her crack slowly. Jeannie shivered in anticipation. (more…)

I had told my friend, Sue to phone if she wanted help with anything.  Sue had just went through some very difficult personal problems.  She wanted someone with here, any time she went out.  Recently, I had been doing that and enjoyed her company.

As I arrived, Sue said, be there in a sec, which was her way of telling me she was still doing her make up or getting dressed.  I replied back, ok.   when Sue came into the room, wow, she looked wonderful in her tight fitting attire.  I loved the way she could walk around in those five inch or six inch hi-heels. as she, floated through the hall, i knew she had her six inch heels on today.  As she drew near, i could see the blue t-strap with the six inch heels, with the blue leather jeans and the white vest.  Her click, clack, then click, click, was the way she walked.  The closer to me she got the more my heart pounded.  She turned me on, in more that one way.  Her mere presence brought me a feeling of wow,  but,  I had never taken her to bed. I wanted to, but never did.

She said, are you ready to go, I said, sure.  Then in the truck she said, I want you to do something when we get back. I should also say it is something that you might find neat.  I gave a non thinking answer of, ok. (more…)

I turn my prescription in at the pharmacist’s counter, trying hard not to blush. As always, he is professional, but with a lift of the eyebrow over the horn-rim spectacles that tells me he has noticed my embarrassment and is delighted in seeing it so vividly displayed on my face.

“This’ll take about 15 minutes, Miss,” he intones flatly, turning his attention to the next customer in line with a final quirk of the eyebrow and a sardonic little grin.

Blushing furiously, I steer the tiny shopping cart away from the counter and cruise through the rest of the store. I figure 15 minutes will fly by if I indulge in a little shopping. The book- and-magazine aisle is uninteresting, save for the latest bodice ripper romance novel. I pick it up to admire the handsome, if overly muscular, male figure, naked from the waist up and frowning sternly down at the impossibly bosomy young blonde in his grasp. Her expression is halfway between horror and delight at being held so, and I feel a ripple of arousal at picturing their delightfully intimate adventures together. (more…)