I never liked wearing panties anyways
This is not a story involving desserts, but it's worth including.
In the summer, I went to a house party at my friend's house. There were old friends there but also new people I didn't know. I love to meet new people. It was always easy for me to make friends.
I was wearing a red dress that I loved because it was super comfortable and quite summer-ish.
Now, I rarely wear panties or bras, because I don't like how the fabric feels against my skin. It’s not to provoke, but I do enjoy it when someone notices.
I and my friends exchanged hugs and kisses and after that, I wanted to introduce myself to the people I still didn't know.
I couldn’t help but notice this goddess of a woman standing in the corner looking at me, holding her glass of wine to her chest. She had long black curly hair and was wearing big black framed glasses.
By her posture, I figured she didn't know anybody and could be having a hard time mingling.
So I pointed at her with a friendly smile which made her raise her eyebrows in surprise.
She copied my gesture and pointed at herself in interrogation. I confirmed with a positive, walking in her direction.
When I got to her she had a friendly yet kinda nervous smile. She extended her hand for a handshake “Hi, I’m Y…”
“Hey, I’m L” I said smiling and ignoring her hand I hugged and kissed her on the cheek.
She blushed. I asked her if she wanted to hang out outside in the garden so we could get some air and when she felt comfortable enough to go back in, I would join her.
She took a deep breath and thanked me for “saving her” from the party environment.
Then outside she explained to me that she likes gatherings, even house parties like that, but she is an introvert and didn't know anybody really well yet so of course she was feeling kinda out of place and a bit overwhelmed.
We spent a while outside having fun talking. Y is very talented, she creates incredible accessories, lingeries, and stunning headpieces.
She told me she wished to ask me for quite a while if I wanted to try out her pieces for a photo shoot, but she didn't know how to ask because she didn't know me personally to guess how I’d take the invitation.
Someone should have told her that no doubt I’d be thrilled, as I was.
We set the date for the session to happen two days after the party, at her place.
I was really looking forward to it and had great expectations since her work was truly remarkable.
Two days later at 3 pm, I was ringing the bell of Y’s place. She opened the door with a big smile and a sigh of relief to see me there.
That afternoon Y was wearing a white floral top and thin black sweatpants. She had a lovely fresh look.
Upon my arrival, Y had already separated several pieces she thought would fit me perfectly. Everything is combined with the correct accessories and headpieces.
I don’t have to say that that was a playground to me and I was more than happy to be doing that.
We jumped right in and I took off my clothes to start the fitting of the first corset set.
During the session, Y would help me dress up correctly by tightening up the corsets.
From all the sets she had chosen, none had panties to go with it, they were full exposure sets, “I know you don’t fancy them much, do ya?” She said, referring to the panties. I agreed with a smile.
She had a smooth touch, delicate and warm.
Often her hands passed between my legs to fix the stockings and her fingers would slightly touch my already aroused parts.
I was trying to focus, to be professional, just have fun with the thing and try to be numb from the fact that she was touching me all the time. In fact, by then, it seemed that she was indeed touching more frequently and kinda taking her time on it after some point. She probably felt my breathing changing and my undeniably warm crotch.
I mean, I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t obviously enjoying it.
We were about to conclude the session. I was trying the last combination, when she stood up behind me and faced me in the mirror, breathing behind my neck. She passed her hands under my arms to fix the satin laces over my nipples caressing my breasts with her warm hands, her mouth touching my neck making my whole body shake, I gasped and closed my eyes.
She softly kissed me behind my ear and whispered “I hope this is okay”.
“Mmhm…” I shook my head up and down slightly.
So she continued the fitting of the corset, pulling the strings tighter and tighter before closing the knot.
She came in front of me, gave me a lickerish smile, made sure that I was breathing alright, and folded my eyes. I was totally hers and she knew it.
Y tied my wrists together and gently pulled my arms up, tying them to the bamboo pole above my head.
When she was sure I was completely surrendered, she crouched down, becoming face to face with my most vulnerable area.
She opened my legs, exposing me even more.
Suddenly I felt her cuffing my ankles apart, so I couldn’t close my legs even if I wanted to. Then she horizontally inserted a long leather bar in between my legs, touching my crotch. I moaned loudly.
She came close to my ear and whispered firmly, “will you stay quiet and behave yourself, bunny? Can I trust you?”
I shook my head, “Yes.”
So she walked away from me. I could hear the agitation in her breathing, she was quietly observing my complete helplessness while touching herself from a few steps away.
I was so happy about that - now deliciously slippery- leather bar existing in between my tights. Y let me have my moment of ecstasy and after some time, she came close to me and gently touched my waist, “shhh I’m here…”.
Slowly, she started removing the bar, then untied my wrists, took the cuff off my ankles, and only then she carefully unfolded my eyes.
We hugged, and she kissed my hands and offered me some tea.
We drank a nice herbal tea cuddling on her couch.
She wanted to make sure I was alright and I assured her I was splendid.
The result of that photo shoot was stunning and now, every time Y finishes a piece, she calls me to make the fitting, which I absolutely love.
Since we met, I and Y have bound beautifully and tied up our relationship even more.
🖤