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Hygiene Fetish
My slave training began two months ago when my 35 year old next door neighbor happened to catch me buying my supply of sanitary napkins and Tampax. Barb is a sexy looking lady with a dynamite body. She had just recently moved into the apartment complex where I live. I found out after becoming her slave that she works as a legal secretary and was recently divorce. She said her former husband was a lousily lover. Only caring about his own orgasm's and that at first she had been hurt by his running off with some young slut. She soon realized that he was the loser not her. She sold the big fancy house he had bought her and move to this apartment complex. She said that she checked out all the single men when she first move here. I was the only one that appealed to her and that she was glad that she caught me that day in the grocery store. No sooner had I arrived home when Barb, the neighbor and now my mistress, was at my door. She quickly got down to business, telling me that she knew I was not married and that she had never seen any women enter or leave my apartment. She ask about my fetish saying that she had a few herself. I somewhat sheepishly confessed that since my college days I have enjoyed wearing certain feminine products. I described how the soft cotton of a sanitary napkin against my balls was wonderful and how going out in public with a Kotex between my legs and a Tampax up my ass would keep my cock hard for. She was so easy to talk too and so understanding. She did not try and put me down for my fetish and I soon confessed to other little quirk I had. I told her that I sometimes wore women lace panties and that the sanitary napkins kept me from staining them when I would suddenly have a climax just thinking about women wearing them too. Taking my hands into hers she gazed into my eyes and ask if I wanted to take my fetish one step further and become her menstrual slave. After years of fantasizing about women on the rag here was one wanting me to service her monthly. I quickly agreed.
Hysteria
Laura Edgar sat in Dr. Hughes’ waiting room with six other women who were either reading magazines, or dozing off. It was hot outside, about 95 degrees, and Dr. Hughes didn’t have one of those new fangled air cooling systems yet, just a big slow turning ceiling fan that seemed to only move around the already hot air. Miss Perkins, the receptionist, stood guard over the door leading to the doctor’s examining rooms, and from time to time she took phone calls making appointments with the doctor. Laura looked at the large clock on the waiting room wall and thought to herself, “Ten thirty, and I was supposed to be in by ten, why on earth do they always over book, they must think that we patients have nothing better to do than sit in waiting rooms!!!” Laura’s thoughts were interrupted when she heard Miss Perkins calling her name, “Laura, you can go in now, room number three on your left, take a seat and the doctor will be with you shortly.” Laura plopped down on the hard back chair in the corner and waited for Dr. Hughes to appear. Laura was tapping her shoe on the floor and staring at the ceiling when Dr. Hughes swept into the room. The mid fifties physician picked up Laura’s chart and said in a soft voice, “Well, Laura, are we still having our usual problem?” Laura shifted in her chair and with her head hung down and her eyes on the floor replied, “I’m ashamed to admit it, but it’s actually gotten worse, and believe me I’ve tried not to think about it!!!” Dr. Hughes reached out and patted her on the shoulder and offered soothingly, “Dear it’s the 1920’s, and we have ways of treating your problem, there’s nothing to be ashamed of, a lot of women are in the same boat as you are!!!” Laura felt a little better after hearing Dr. Hughes placating remarks, and she dried her eyes and waited for further instructions, while the doctor went to the door and called his nurse in for assistance. Helen Ames, RN, entered the examining room and set up the necessary equipment for Laura’s treatment. Dr. Hughes motioned to Laura to go behind the screen and remove her skirt, stockings, and panties. When she was naked from the waist down, Laura hopped up on the examining table and laid down with her legs slightly spread, and the doctor turned on and over head light and adjusted it so that it was pointing directly at Laura’s vagina. Dr. Hughes leaned over and gave her crotch a cursory optical exam, and then with his fingers he began probing the young woman’s opening, feeling up and down the length of her crack, taking extra time to check out her clitoris.
Dress Code
Life can be truly unbearable for the average male if he is suddenly caught in a pair of frilly girl's lace panties by one of the girls who works for him. It is obscenely humiliating when the "boss" is an Ensign in the US Navy and is caught in the act by one of his female enlisted subordinates. I know that some of you fantasize about getting caught, and we might subconsciously desire female domination and humiliation; but believe me, experiencing it is quite a different matter! I've always been a casual cross dresser, very content to play dress-up games in the privacy of nearby hotel and motel rooms. The Navy doesn't take kindly to having its men mixing satin and lace with its regulation uniforms. I never took any of my stash (which mainly consisted of several pairs of panties, slips, bras, garter belt, stockings, and panty hose) to work, and even rented a locker off base to keep my secret passion. Since I wasn't assigned to a ship, but had a four-year tour at a naval base on the east coast, I had ample opportunity to indulge my fantasy life after putting in a full day's work. This calm and private existence was shattered when I took over the management of an office within the local supply department at the base. The office had five enlisted women assigned to it. This was fairly typical since there are few opportunities for women to serve aboard ships, and shore bases usually get more than their share of Waves. All of the girls were under twenty-five years of age, and they were all rather attractive. I was especially attracted to a young Wave named Linda. She was a stunning twenty year old with long shapely legs and a very tight ass. She really filled out her uniform, and kept most of the men she passed in a state of semi-erection. Even when wearing the normal work uniform of dungarees (Navy for jeans) and a blue work shirt, it was hard to keep your eyes off that girl.


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