Chapter #25masturbate on your bed by: milida   You then laid down on the bed and masturbated through the silken black pantyhose as you sniffed various other soiled items that belonged to Layla. You picked up the the panty girdle and were delighted to notice the stained crotch. You sniffed it taking in her feminine smell. For some reason, this strange combination really turned you on. Soon you were straining the crotch of the pantyhose you were wearing and started to rub your cock moaning loudly.
Unfortunately it was then that the Boarding Home proprietor opened the door and towered over you with a look of horror on that strict and more than menacing face. You had not suspected she had a key to your room. She didn't scream, although you almost did.
Instead, she spoke in a harsh whisper "You fifthly dirty little perverted boy."
She then stamped her foot and seethed "So how long have you been sniffing Layla's panty girdle whilst dressed in her clothes and playing with yourself?"
"Oh God, I'm really sorry," you said pathetically as you pulled the veil of "Look Lady, I'm really sorry, I thought I was alone, I've never done this before..."
This time she yelled "How is doing it in secret any better. Wait until everyone in the boarding house finds out about this. I really should call the morality police."
"Oh God no... please don't do that, it would ruin my life!" Tears were welling up in your eyes now and your heart was beating like a drum.
"You disgusting little perverted shit." She said as she stepped into your room and closed the door behind her. You then dropped to your knees now and pitifully stammered "Please I'll do anything..."
"Just shut up," she growled. "Just shut up and listen to me. I've never seen such a disgusting little pervert in all my life. I hate to think what you would have done next if I had not have heard your moans and caught you red handed."
You nervously nibble your bottom lip full of shame "Please..."
"Right," she then snapped "You have a choice. You can do exactly as I say, without question, or I tell the morality police just what a little pervert you are. Your miserable life wouldn't be worth living, so what is your answer?
You gulp loudly your face ashen "Yes, as i said before I'll do whatever you say lady"
"No matter what?"
"No matter what." you respond
"Then follow me, pervert."
She went upstairs to the attic area, you meekly followed, head bowed, tears welling in your eyes again. She lead you to a small room that had fresh female underwear laid out on.
"Strip and put them on," she commanded.
"Eh?"
"DO AS I SAY, NOW STRIP OUT OF LAYLA'S CLOTHES THEN PUT THEM ON PERVERT. YOU KNOW THE
ALTERNATIVE."
She was so loud, you winced and began to quickly remove what you were wearing.
In a quieter voice, she said: "I thought since you were so obviously interested in female clothes, you might as well have some of your own, a real turn on for a cross dressing, knicker sniffer like yourself don't you think."
"Look, I don't want to dressing up as a girl, I just..."
"SHUT UP DO YOU THINK ME AN IDIOT"
You naturally obeyed and soon stood before her naked and shivering.
"Tights on first pervert," she then said.
She rolled the legs up and held them out for you to slip a foot into. First one, then the other and she rolled them up your legs. They felt nice, but a little rougher than Layla's. The lady pulled them high and tight around your waist, then held out the panty girdle. You then stepped into it. Jeez, what a squeeze it was. The bloody garment crashed your balls and cock.
"Now the bra."
It was white too, looked old fashioned and cheap to you and seemed to match the girdle. She beckoned you to put your arms forward, slipped it through them, then fastened it at the back. By this time, you were too plain scared to speak. She was obviously getting her own back by humiliating you but she seemed to be enjoying it a bit too much.
"A nice fit, little Jawla. They could have been made for you. Stand back and let me see you. Oh very nice. With that long curly hair, you make a lovely girl. Turn around for me. Lovely. Now face me and get on your knees."
You did as you were told. Your mouth dropped open in surprise when she lifted her black skirt up, showing a white slip, her tan nylons which matched the ones you were wearing and a white panty girdle. She stepped forward, thrust her pantied crotch in your face and lowered her skirt and slip over your head. She put her hands at the back of your head, gripping your hair tightly and kneaded your face into her crotch. It was wet and the smell was similar to that of the panty girdle you had previously sniffed. With one hand still holding your hair tightly, she slipped the other under her skirt and
slid the girdle and her nylons down.
"Lick," she then ordered.
You slid your tongue into her, then lapped her juices for a few seconds, then tried to break off. She simply held your
head tighter and ordered "Harder... harder, or everyone finds out about your perversion."
You did as you were told and soon she began to moan. You couldn't help yourself, you began to get excited and had another erection a somewhat painful thing to happen in the panty girdle.
She soon orgasmed and exploded her nectar all over your face. She also noticed your erection and smirked. Once she had settled she told you to take of your undies and have a shower.
As you shamefully stepped naked into the shower she handed you a lotion and declared ""That'll get rid of what little body hair you have. Make sure you rub it all over your legs, arms, chest and pubic area. Oh, and under your arms too."
You began to protest "Isn't this taking things to far?"
"SHUT UP. You know the options pervert. Do as I say, or everyone finds out what you get up to behind closed doors. You'll be the laughing stock of the building and maybe even of the young offenders institution if I decide to tell the morality police you stole some clothes form one of the girls. I'm sure once word got out, you'd have wonderful fun in the showers. Be some thug's little bitch for him. Would you like to be a little bitch pervert? I think you probably would."
"NO," you instantly yelled back. "But please, the hair thing..."
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