A Shopping trip for Panties

Authors note: The story continues to evolve from my previous entries.......... and are based on a real, loving relationship, so nothing too extreme.

He woke abruptly, in pain as his cock tried futilely to get 'morning wood'.

Unable to get back to sleep, he thought back to the previous day's events, her continually edging him again and again, leaving him desperately unfulfilled. How she leant against him and brought herself to climax, re-caged him and finally slipped a pair of her panties on him. He struggled to come to terms with the change in his wife, so often unsure and unwilling to take control yet now dominating him in ways even he had never envisaged. He had to admit he was absolutely loving it and wondered what else she might have planned.

After yesterday's exertions, they'd gone to bed early, she'd pecked him on the cheek, mumbled "good night!" rolled over and was soon in a heavy sleep. Leaving him caged, wearing a tight blacky lacy thong of hers and frustrated beyond belief. Eventually he managed to banish further erotic thoughts from his mind and had a fitful night's sleep.

After a while, he decided it was time for him to slip downstairs, prepare the breakfast items and bring her a morning mug of tea. Upon his return, she was awake. She thanked him and lay there, slowly waking up as she sipped her morning brew.

He studied her face, still finding her stunning in middle age and wanted to please her in any way he could. He understood he was in a psychological sub-space now, so frustrated and desperate due to his enforced chastity that all he could thing about was her pleasure. He didn't care; this was ecstasy to him!

Slowly, he slipped a hand under the duvet and started gently massaging her upper thigh. She swiftly knocked his arm away. "No time for any of that, we've got a busy morning ahead of us." She said.

This confused him, as he was just expecting to finish the decorating today. She explained further, "After breakfast we're going on a little shopping trip, there are a few things we need for our hols and some other things you need to buy." He thought this all sounded rather suspicious, that she must have something 'up her sleeve', but there was little he could do about it, apart from wait to see what developed.

After breakfast, they returned to the bedroom to get dressed. She pulled 'his' thong to one side and examined his testes for any signs of discomfort or swelling, explaining to him, "I need to make sure my cock and balls are in good working order". "They seem to be ok," she added and gave them a playful squeeze.

Once dressed, she grabbed the car keys and they left the house. As they neared the car she told him, "You can sit in the back this morning, I've got a little thinking to do".

This was embarrassing, what would the neighbours think if they saw this? However, he knew better than to argue and meekly slipped into the rear seat. He sat there mulling over his situation, she was clearly relishing this new found confidence, pleasing herself and pushing him further and further into a submissive mind-set. He would have to tread carefully; they would soon be in a public place and who knows what she had planned.

They reached their destination, a large shopping centre on the outskirts of town and parked. He climbed out and waited for her, she stayed in the driver's seat, unmoving. He wondered what she was doing, possibly checking her make-up in the rear-view mirror but she seemed to be taking an awful long time. He noticed she was impatiently strumming her fingers against the steering wheel and realised what was happening. He quickly ran to her door and opened it for her, she casually stepped out, gave him a harsh stare and warned him, "that's a black mark against you hubby! This morning will now be that little bit tougher for you." She quickly marched away towards the exit and left him trailing in her wake.

They entered the shopping centre and things were surprising normal for the next hour or so. She picked a few items for their upcoming vacation, a summer blouse, slip-on sandals, new beach towels, a one-piece swimsuit and a couple of bottles of high-factor sunscreen. After a while they stopped for a hot drink and a bite to eat. They chatted amiably, talking about accessories for the hall he was currently decorating and looking forward to their upcoming beach holiday. In the back of his mind, he simply knew she was brewing up some new devilment.

They finished their snack and stood up, "Now for the main event!" She smiled and led the way as he grabbed their shopping bags, now holding tightly onto his hand. They entered Marks & Sencers' and rode the escalator to the first floor, whilst waiting she whispered to him, "no safeword today honey, this is happening! live with it". They arrived slap bang in the middle of a huge women's lingerie department.

"Okay," she said, far too loudly, "now we need to find some nice, sexy panties of your own for you to wear!"

Oh god, he couldn't believe it, was she really going to make him pick some ladies underwear of his own? Here, in front of all these people? He shook his head and wordlessly mouthed, "please... don't. But she paid him no attention and started scanning the displays.

"What about these ones?" she said, holding up a pair of frilly navy blue french knickers. "Do you think these would look good on you? And she held them against his groin grabbing his wrist as he tried to back away.

He was mortified; he could feel his face reddening. He looked around to see if anyone had overheard and coloured even further when he spotted a couple of women about their own age eyeing them suspiciously. Just as embarrassing was the knowledge his cock was bulging in its cage, confirming such humiliation was a massive turn-on for him.

His wife continued her onslaught, "No, you're right I'm sure you'd like something girlier, perhaps more like what you're already wearing." She continued, "you go and have a good browse and see what you can find, I'll look over here, by the way I want you to pick a good selection, let's say three different styles, three pairs of each and I'll send you back for swapsies if you don't pick sexy ones! After all, I want my little boy to look hot for me." With that she turned on her heel and left him alone, browsing for panties.

He didn't think things could get any worse until he heard her shout to him from halfway across the shop, "Don't forget to get the right size, I think you're a size twelve."

This time there was no doubt, most the women shopping had heard her comments and as one they turned to stare at him, some laughing others looking disgusted.

He couldn't take anymore and turned to flee, straight away he realised his wife had positioned herself between him and the exit, there was no escape and she wagged her finger at him, shaking her head in mock annoyance and shooing him back towards the rows and rows of ladies' underwear.

He had no option; he had to choose some panties to wear, and sexy ones at that. He quickly moved down the aisles, looking for triple packs that might speed up this ordeal. He picked some scanty cotton knickers with lace edging and little satin bows on the front and grabbed a pack.

"Nice choice!" he heard a female voice say, he turned to see an attractive brunette in her mid-thirties wearing a professional looking trouser-suit, her beauty and confidence shaming him even further. "Those will look lovely on you, " She giggled, staring up and down his body.

He couldn't speak, just stood still in total shock. "Perhaps you need a hand choosing," she inquired. At that he turned and hurried away, her peals of laughter ringing in his ears.

He found himself in front of a display of lacey thongs, checked to make sure she wasn't following and quickly picked three different colours, black, white and red, having to look carefully on the labels to ensure he got the right size. One more style to pick, he thought. He looked up and noticed about half a dozen women were now watching his progress, most of them amused at his discomfort.

He was struggling now, his mind in a whirl knowing he just had to pick sexy underwear to wear so his wife wouldn't send him back to choose again. Finally, he came across some french knickers which were more lace than material. Feeling his cock twitch as he felt the lacey fabric he grabbed three pair, black again, dark purple and a vivid pink pair.

As he walked towards his wife to get her approval, two women actually starting clapping at his choices, this was too much, he was shaking now, yet through it all he could feel his cock still trying to grow, to burst out of its' confines, loving every minute.

He handed his choices to his wife who slowly checked them over, one by one, "yes, very pretty darling, interesting choices, well done!" then adding louder than necessary, "they'll look lovely on you, now go and pay for them and get this as well. "She passed him a seductive looking black teddy as well as own choice in panties.

She was going to make him buy them himself! He looked towards the till area, as well as two ladies behind the counter there was a small congregation of about four women, seemingly waiting for him.

They moved aside as he approached, giggling and taunting him, he didn't hear most of the comments but did her someone state, "you can see who wears the pants in that house!" Lost in his humiliation, he handed the items over to the sales assistant, trying not to catch her eye. She started ringing the underwear through, then stopped. "Oh," she said, "this one's a different size to the others," and raised the teddy questioningly.

Without thinking, he blurted out, "yes that one's for my wife!" realising what he had said far too late. There were squeals of laughter from behind him and even the sales assistant couldn't stifle a giggle as she bagged the items one by one, deliberately taking her time and admiring each choice he had made.

Finally, she handed him his bag and receipt, saying, "enjoy! do come again." He hurried away to the relative safety of his wife who had been watching the whole episode throughout, clearly enjoying his unease.

"Quick now!" she exclaimed, grabbed him by the arm and led him away. Instead of back down the escalator, she virtually ran in the other direction down a corridor, then pushed him into a large disabled access toilet. She sat down on the lowered seat, layed one of the new beach towels they had bought on the floor in front of her and pulled him onto his knees.

She hoisted up the summer dress she was wearing and he was amazed to find she was not wearing panties. He had no time to think about this as she grabbed his head and pulled him towards her soaking wet hole.

"Lick," she ordered and he didn't need to be asked twice, in heaven at finally being allowed to pleasure his goddess. He licked and slurped as fast and hard as he dared, her loud groans assuring him she was just as urgent for release as he was to give it. She wrapped her legs around his head and crossed her legs behind him, her heels painfully digging into his back as she tensed.

She orgasmed quickly, grasping his head tightly to her pussy as she rocked and pulsated in rapture, he was struggling to get his breath but held tight against her, wanting to ensure she gleaned as much enjoyment from him as possible.

She finally relented, unclenched her thighs and sat back, glowing, her thirst satiated. She waved him away, telling him to leave the cubicle.

"But my face..," he started.

"Out now!" she insisted and he was forced to leave with his face glistening from her juices.

He waited for her in the corridor, managed to find a paper tissue in his pocket and wiped away the excess as best he could. After a while she came out, radiating warmth and joy. "That was wonderful, let's go home now," she said.

The journey home was uneventful, he made sure he opened the car door for her and sat in the rear of the vehicle without being asked. He was hoping for attention, for relief and wouldn't risk anything that might lessen his chances.

They travelled in silence, perhaps both processing what had just happened. Until she said, "you've got a busy afternoon ahead of you, that decorating needs finishing today! Adding, "I'll keep out of your way and chill in a hot bath, you can run it for me when we get home".

He couldn't help but feel downhearted, he was desperate for a release of any kind. But he also knew this was what he'd yearned for; what he'd fantasised over time and time again. He had to give her free reign to do whatever she pleased with him, he had no say in the matter, he was hers, completely!

Once he'd drawn her bath, he stripped naked, not waiting for the order to come and started the decorating. His wife walked up behind him and held something close to his face, then headed towards the bathroom. He quickly realised it must have been a phone; his phone and she'd opened it with face recognition. He realised what she had planned, he'd looked at an awful lot of sexual fantasies on that phone, porn sites, story sites, caption pages, some of them extreme and it had been a long time since he'd cleared his browsing history.

He rushed to the bathroom door just as he heard the lock click shut. He knocked on the door, "Honey, can I have my phone please!" he politely asked.

"No, you run along dear!" she calmly replied, "I've got some exploring to do, to see what makes you tick". It was no use arguing, this wasn't good! She would have access to pretty much everything he fantasised about, including many things he couldn't ever see himself actually doing. Hopefully they would be able to discuss this later, he thought.

When finished his work, tidied up and stepped back to admire his work just as she called him in for dinner, which was a tasty avocado salad. Once seated he tried to explain about what she must have found on his phone. "Look, about the phone," he started.

She leant forward and pressed a finger to his lips. "Sshh! don't worry about that," she gently whispered. "It was all very educational and has given me quite a few more new ideas," she added. Despite further attempts she refused to discuss it at the dinner table, at one point asking if he wanted to go and get the paddle. That shut him up, he knew when he was beat and let the matter drop.

After dinner she led him upstairs and uncaged him. He showered whilst she watched and at the right time, washed his cock and balls herself.

Once dry, he was surprised when she said, "Due to your good behaviour earlier today, you can remain uncaged tonight, but remember who's in charge!"

His mind raced, was he to be allowed to come this evening? Who knows, maybe even full, penetrative sex! His spirits dampened a little with her next words. "Pick one of your new pairs of panties and let's have a look at you."

He retrieved the shopping bag, and looked at his purchases, totally embarrassed yet totally aroused and there was no hiding it, his cock betrayed him and sprang to attention like a flagpole.

He picked the pink pair of lacy french knickers and self-consciously put them on. "Good choice, I knew you'd go for the pretty pink ones, give us a twirl!" she teased. He did so, his cock clearly loving such exhibitionism. "Well, you definitely enjoy wearing panties, you little sissy!" She added.

Sissy? Another new word she'd used to describe him, he was in turmoil, humiliated beyond belief but still his dick continued to show his arousal at being treated like this.

They returned downstairs and snuggled in front of the tv, she played with his balls from time to time, gently fondling them after pushing her hand inside his tight panties. Again, he wondered whether she might grant him an orgasm tonight, any form of release would be amazing but also if given a choice he knew he would choose her pleasure over his.

Eventually it was time for bed, but when settled she simply kissed him 'good night' and rolled over to go to sleep. He lay there, unable to sleep, a hard-on raging within his panties. Christ! His panties! She really had him wrapped around her bloody little finger! Even from within his fuddled mind, he knew he loved submitting to her whims and desires.

Eventually he nodded off and was in a deep, dream-filled sleep, when he was shaken awake.

"What.. What is it?...," he started. She didn't reply just simply grabbed his head and pushed him under the bed sheets, he didn't understand at first and she used her foot, pushing down on his shoulder, until he was nestled between her thighs.

He quickly got up to speed and for the second time that day found himself lapping at her soaking pussy as she squeezed tightly with her thighs and held his head against her expectant body, actually thrusting against him as he furiously licked her. There was no chance of taking a breath, his lungs were bursting and yet he still kept working his tongue against her clit, hoping he could bring her to climax quickly and thereby be able to draw breath.

She screamed in delight, her body trembling all over, tensed and relaxed, releasing him.

He gasped deeply, urgently drawing in oxygen in huge breaths. But there was to be no respite, she grabbed his hair and pulled him upwards.

"Fuck me!" she demanded, and he did, slipping into her sodden pussy without any resistance at all. He started pumping and grinding, feeling her twisting and writhing beneath him, their glistening bodies moving in unison. This was fantastic! He'd almost forgotten the absolute joy of simply fucking his beautiful wife.

"Don't you dare cum!" she snarled like a wild animal. This spurred him onto greater efforts, thrusting inside her, harder, again and again. She gasped and grunted beneath him, digging her nails into his back. He was oblivious to any pain; lost in the hedonistic pleasure he'd been denied for so long.

Eventually, she ordered hungrily, "Come now! come inside me, now!" and that was all he needed to send him past the point of no return, he erupted inside her, still thrusting, pumping his seed into her again and again and again until he was totally spent.

They lay like that for a while, their bodies interlocked, just gasping, waiting for their beating hearts to calm, eventually he rolled off her and they lay side by side in post coital bliss, gently nuzzling.

She leant closer to him and whispered questioningly, "how did I do?"

"Fuuuccck!", was his only reply as they drifted off to sleep.