This choice: A knock on the door. You leave with the panties on underneath. • Go Back...Chapter #5A knock on the door. You leave with the panties... by: angelpenpal   The knock was from Carrie, wondering why you're taking so long. You say that you're almost done and throw the bra back in the hamper. The panties stay on beneath your pants as a little souvenir. You tuck your boner up into your waistband, flush the toilet to avoid suspicion, and go out to join Carrie in the living room. As you sit on the couch she starts to do her yoga session. First she drops her hips and reaches up, making her supple breasts jut out on display. You take a slow breath, reveling in the show. Next she bends down to touch her toes and you start to wonder if this is what yoga was designed for. Her ass looks so perfect in those yoga pants you just want to reach out and grab it!
"Are you just gonna sit there and stare while I do my yoga?" Carrie giggles.
Oops, you were a little too lost in her ass.
"Oh, sorry Carrie. I was just spacing out."
"Uh huh. Hey, why don't you come do some yoga too? C'mon, get up off your ass."
You reluctantly agree, standing right next to her. She begins to show you the next position. It's similar to the one she's doing where she bends down, but now she instructs you to bend your legs and tuck your arms behind your knees. She's right behind you adjusting your form, her hands gently guiding your hips. Suddenly you realize that you're still wearing the panties from the bathroom and they've got to be easy to see through your pants in your current position. You pray that she isn't looking as closely at your ass as she was at yours.
"Hmm, you're just not flexible enough in your jeans. Maybe you should borrow some yoga pants from me."
"No way! I'm not about to wear a pair of your pants! They're too feminine!"
"Well you didn't seem too upset with borrowing some panties from the bathroom. I think the yoga pants would match really well."
Uh oh, busted. You can hear the ridicule in Carrie's tone. She's never going to let you live this one down. But at least if you listen to her suggestion she'll refrain from telling Teri what you did. So you agree and follow her to her room. Upon entering she throws you a pair of white yoga pants and a matching sports bra.
"Here, put on the bra too."
You want to protest and protect your dignity a little bit but you actually like the way she's taking control of you. You wait for her to turn around or something so you can change.
"Well, go ahead and put them on. I don't have all day!"
You realize she wants you to strip in front of her. This is scary. Slowly you remove your jeans. Then your shirt, and finally your boxers. A smile broadens across Carrie's face as she see you in just your panties. You start to reach for the yoga pants where you had set them on the floor.
"Wait! Turn around. I want to see you from the back."
You do as you're told.
"Okay, now go back to the folded position I taught you."
You're now bent down in front of her with your ass in the air, exposed in the panties. You feel her hand on your ass cheek, patting it lightly.
"Your ass looks pretty good in these. Wow, they are so tight on you," she says as she snaps the waistband against you. She reaches around and runs her fingers sparingly across your rock hard cock. "And getting tighter by the second it seems."
Carrie brings her hand back around and runs it quickly through your crack, barely grazing your asshole. Then she slaps your ass cheek.
"Alright, now put on the bra. Then the pants."
You snap out of your reverie and follow her instructions. Now you're dressed like any cute girl doing yoga would be. Carrie makes you leave your clothes in her room and follow her back to the living room. When you protest a bit she assures you that no one is home and it will be your little secret. As you arrive in the living room she directs you back into folded position. Then she snaps a few pictures.
"Hey!" you interject. "What's the idea?! I didn't say you could take pictures of me like this!"
"I think we've established that we're doing what I say. Not what you say. Besides, this is just a little assurance that you're going to keep obeying me. You do like obeying me, right?"
"Yes," you concede. "I'll keep obeying you."
"Good."
She licks her lips.
"Now, since you were arguing with me I think a little punishment is in order. Now what should we do with you?"   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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