Panty code - pink
Pink
The colour of burgeoning promiscuity. The darker the colour the closer to pure wantonness. Of course it's all just the same continuum so when Miss sees the tell tale flash of pink it's the only invitation needed to grab a handful of sissy butt and squeeze til the popsie swoons.
But that's just the start. She leans in close and slips a hand between her slut's legs and finds her little boy knoblet already hard and dripping in her pink panties. A squeeze of the package and more swooning and moaning. A hand slides to a sissy breast. A squeeze of the handful there - more breathy moaning. Fingers tickle a teat and the dreadful slut near buckles at the knee.
There's nothing for it but to take command. The Mistress orders the silly girl to put her hands on her head and lean forward. Time to put some pink in those cheeks. Slow gentle slaps build slowly as the strumpet is warmed up. The blows stay slow but get heavier. They're curiously loving - interspersed with tender soft strokes and the hands pause to cup the chin. The slut knows she's loved, and forgiven for her wantonness just as she must still be slapped nevertheless. But the slaps are a kindness - each warming blow welcomed as she leans into them - craving the abuse and the softly spoken but mean words that skewer her wanton sex with each barb. How she needs this rough treatment. How her throbbing knoblet betrays her need for abuse.
Miss starts to spank her fat greedy bottom in the same style. Hands squeezing the flesh, stroking and then building spanks adding heat and colour til the slut is trembling and buttocks are swaying nd wiggling. Not to escape but to get more. Leaning in to the abuse ... craving more.
And when the slut is warmed up suitably, Miss takes her upstairs and smears her over the bed, fondling and teasing and squeezing until her slut is entirely done in. Throat dry from panting, teeth all tingly from the moaning. Still hard and dripping but ready for the return to chastity, the momentary pain to refit it, the click of the lock. The return to the cage for my sex, cramped and crushed to swell and ache.
And when locked again to crawl to my dearest Miss and show her how much I care in the way we both adore...
The colour of burgeoning promiscuity. The darker the colour the closer to pure wantonness. Of course it's all just the same continuum so when Miss sees the tell tale flash of pink it's the only invitation needed to grab a handful of sissy butt and squeeze til the popsie swoons.
But that's just the start. She leans in close and slips a hand between her slut's legs and finds her little boy knoblet already hard and dripping in her pink panties. A squeeze of the package and more swooning and moaning. A hand slides to a sissy breast. A squeeze of the handful there - more breathy moaning. Fingers tickle a teat and the dreadful slut near buckles at the knee.
There's nothing for it but to take command. The Mistress orders the silly girl to put her hands on her head and lean forward. Time to put some pink in those cheeks. Slow gentle slaps build slowly as the strumpet is warmed up. The blows stay slow but get heavier. They're curiously loving - interspersed with tender soft strokes and the hands pause to cup the chin. The slut knows she's loved, and forgiven for her wantonness just as she must still be slapped nevertheless. But the slaps are a kindness - each warming blow welcomed as she leans into them - craving the abuse and the softly spoken but mean words that skewer her wanton sex with each barb. How she needs this rough treatment. How her throbbing knoblet betrays her need for abuse.
Miss starts to spank her fat greedy bottom in the same style. Hands squeezing the flesh, stroking and then building spanks adding heat and colour til the slut is trembling and buttocks are swaying nd wiggling. Not to escape but to get more. Leaning in to the abuse ... craving more.
And when the slut is warmed up suitably, Miss takes her upstairs and smears her over the bed, fondling and teasing and squeezing until her slut is entirely done in. Throat dry from panting, teeth all tingly from the moaning. Still hard and dripping but ready for the return to chastity, the momentary pain to refit it, the click of the lock. The return to the cage for my sex, cramped and crushed to swell and ache.
And when locked again to crawl to my dearest Miss and show her how much I care in the way we both adore...
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