RELUCTANT PRESS

After we had eaten Susie called and asked me over "to do a few things". I dressed in a pair of jeans and a sweat shirt and at the last minute remembered to put on the frilly panties that Susie had her mother deliver to me. By now I was quite at home at the Wales', especially after the past week of daily visits. Mrs. Wales had given me my own key and twice I had been in the house alone. Both of them were still in their robes, sitting in the den and the scene was eerily similar to what it must have looked like at my house only a short time before.

"You'll be awfully hot in those clothes so put on your house dress and I'll tell you what needs to be done," ordered Susie in a way she had never talked to me before.

"My" house dress was hanging in the broom closet where I had left it last Friday and after wearing it for the week it had become a little ripe.

I should have thrown it in the wash, but I had been afraid that Mrs. Wales would have made me work in my underwear, or worse!

I changed in the downstairs bathroom and when I came out I heard Susie summon me back to the den.

"Let me see what you have on underneath," she said, still with that same sharp edge to her voice.

"Ah...you know...just...ah...," I stammered, all the time pointing with my head towards Mrs. Wales.

"I'm well aware that my mother is in the room, Danielle. I'm sure that she is just as interested in seeing your pretty panties, aren't you, Mother? At least, we better be able to see pretty panties!"

I was shocked that Susie was acting this way and humiliating me in front of her mother. And this was the first time she had ever called me "Danielle" in front of anyone other than the sorority sisters.

I quickly lifted the front of the house dress while standing in front of Susie and with my back to Mrs. Wales and just as quickly let it fall back in place.

"Not so fast! I barely got a glimpse and I'm sure mother did not see at all. Now lift the dress up past your waist and hold it there 'till I tell you to let it down."

Blushing deeply and with rising anger, I took the hem and lifted it up so that my pantied bottom was fully exposed.

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RUFFLES & CURLES

By Kammi Morton

"Now turn around, slowly, so Mother can see."

I did as I was told, beginning to question again whether this whole charade had gone too far but lacking the courage to leave. Susie was being so mean!

After turning and facing Mrs. Wales, who looked at me with a condescending smirk, I let the dress fall back down. "Didn't I tell you to hold it up until I told you you could let it down?" snapped Susie.

I lifted the hem up again in obedience.

"Well? Answer me!"

"Yes," I replied meekly.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, Sister Susie," I answered, this time with obvious sar-

casm.

"Now, both for your disobedience and for that wise ass remark, you hold the dress up and keep turning around until I decide I've had enough of seeing your pretty little panties, Danielle," Susie demanded, mimicking my tone.

(In later years I would look back on this event as perhaps the turning point in my life. Up 'till then, it had all been pretty much a game but now it had become serious. I had shown just how low I would go when told to do so by a female. If I had been able to summon the guts to tell her to go to hell and walked out the door I no doubt would not have ended up the way I have. But I did not have the balls and thus began my life in subjugation to women.)

While Susie and her mother resumed their reading I turned in circles in the middle of the floor until I was dizzy, all the while holding the dress up above my waist. At least I did not have to worry about further humiliating myself with an erection since that seemed almost impossible in my shamed condition.

"All right! That's enough! You have work to do so you can't spend the day exposing yourself to women, much as you seem to be enjoying yourself. My bedroom and bathroom are a mess. Take care of them and report back to me for your next assignment. Oh, and by the way, where are my panties that you wore yesterday?"

Damn! I had forgotten that I was supposed to have washed them out and returned them to Susie. They were lying in a heap of clothes in my hamper.

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