The Underwear Situation Ch. 05

After that my days settled in a kind of rushed routine, which consisted of barely keeping up with my lectures because I had to pick up extra shifts in the bar to recover some of my spending and my time was disappearing at rapid pace. Jane was also swamped with schoolwork so we saw each other here and there, but we were mostly hoping to make up for the lost time after I moved back to my dorm, which was only few weeks away now.

What looked like an insufferable time to endure in the beginning was now rapidly becoming only minor bump in the road. I kept returning to my room extremely tired, but I knew that any inconvenience would soon pass, so it wasn't that hard on me. And Rebekka was always there to spare a few nice words of encouragement. I was no longer surprised by how much closer we got. Getting to know her opinions about stuff better, it always seemed like I could find my way to her point of view and we were becoming really good friends. Jane still wasn't happy about me being around my roommate at all and she harbored resentment towards her, so I thought better of it and just stopped mentioning Rebekka in front of my girlfriend and it looked like this solution was working out just fine.

There was just this lingering feeling I had like something was missing from my life, like that little itch I couldn't quite scratch. It was fine when I kept myself busy, which was luckily most of the time, but when I stopped for a minute, there was something nagging at me and I grew more restless as the days passed. When I mentioned it to Rebekka, she had this weird smirk on her face I couldn't really place, but she promised to think about ways to help me and told me I should just carry on for now. She was snuggled in her giant black hoodie on the couch at the time and I wondered how did I became so reliant on advice from this weirdo wearing oversized clothes all the time.

"I've found something to help you relax!"

My roommate jumped at me when I returned home late next evening. It was incredibly long day for me -- starting with a couple of early lectures and then spending entire afternoon at work, which was busier than usual and I had to run up and down the stairs since both floors of our cafe bar were filled with impatient customers. My head was spinning, my legs were tired and I was about to collapse right there on the spot, but I owed her at least a little of my attention and was genuinely curious about what her idea was.

"You did? What have you come up with?" I at least tried to sound a little enthusiastic, but failed at it horribly.

"Wow, you sound even worse than you look, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I am just exhausted after hard day at work, you should try doing that sometime," I made a snide remark. It was probably fatigue responsible for my irritability, but it was true all the same, I never saw her working and she was barely even studying at all.

"Wow you are grumpy today, Thomas and here I wanted to do something nice for you."

"I am sorry, Rebekka, it was a long day. Please tell me what did you came up with?"

"Well, I kept thinking about what you said and thought that maybe you are inside your head too much and it would help to unwind with some simple repetitive work."

"You mean like sewing or knitting?" I frowned, listing first things that came to my mind.

"That might work also," she nodded. "But I had something more specific in mind. I have this huge pile in my room that needs to be sorted through, so that would be perfect."

"Wait, you want me to do your chores and that is supposed to make me relax?" I stared at her in disbelief.

"It sounded like a good idea to me," she shrugged.

"You know I am exhausted already; I certainly don't need more work."

"Well, my bad for trying," she frowned and took two steps away from me. "But I don't know who will help me with sorting these," she opened her hand, unfolding a small piece of purple fabric. It took me few seconds to realize that it was a pair of satin panties.

"Wait," I said quickly and put my bag down. "Maybe I could try this thing of yours," I wanted to sound calm, but my eager tone betrayed me. Just looking at those panties in her hand made me suddenly feel better and I wanted more.

"Really? Are you sure you are not too tired to do this?" she was still playing with the fabric right in front of me.

"Maybe, but I want to try anyway, if you are so sure that it will help me," I tried to play it cool, but at the same time I was unable to take my eyes off those panties.

"But after being so snarky with me just a moment ago, I don't even know if I want your help anymore," she shrugged.

"I am really sorry, Rebekka. My day was really tough, I didn't mean anything by it, please let me help you," I apologized again, trying to not sound too desperate.

"Okay, in that case, I guess you can come in and assist me," she shrugged and opened the door to her bedroom.

I stopped for a second, trying to wrap my head around what just happened, since I basically had to apologize and beg her to let me do the chores. But once she shown me her panties, my mind was focused only on one thing and even when she stepped away, my only craving was to follow her and see more of her underwear and it seemed more important than anything else in the world. My head felt fuzzy and weird, but I followed Rebekka inside her room and all my uncertainty vanished once I stepped in.

There was a giant pile of underwear on her bed and I stopped in my tracks just to admire all the types and colors in front of me. She just had so many amazing sets and it was like every time I saw her underwear; there was something new. She didn't let me stand there for a long, pushed me into a chair and closed the door behind me. Her room was filled with that strong and beautiful fragrance I've gotten so used to during these past weeks. I remembered it being irritating in the beginning, but these days I barely noticed it unless it became this strong. I had it associated with incense sticks at first, but it was so potent around her room and clothes, that it could also be some kind of fabric softener, or perfume. I just knew every time it got this strong, it started to make my head all confused and dizzy.

"Okay, Thomas, so I will show you how this should be done and I want you to watch me. Then you will do the same thing, do you understand?"

"Yeah, I will do the exactly same thing," I nodded and my eyes were firmly fixed on the pair of purple satin panties in her hands.

"This is very important, Thomas. I like them folded just the right way, so I need you to focus and do exactly what you are told, will you be able to do that?"

"Yes, of course," I wasn't sure what was so complicated about folding underwear, but I didn't want to lose my chance of being around it. I've almost forgotten how much I've liked her underwear, but now it hit me with a renewed force. I loved women's underwear in general, but there was just something about Rebekka's that was fascinating to me.

"Concentrate on what I am doing, focus on what I tell you and repeat my words."

"Focus and repeat," I watched her hands fold the purple fabric in a small, tight bundle. "Now you do the same."

There was a pair of sky-blue panties right in front of me. Just being this close to my roommate's underwear was filling me with excitement, but to be allowed to touch it? I was feeling the heat rising inside of me, unable to gather my thoughts. My head was spinning and the excitement was almost too distracting. There was only one goal, only one craving I needed to follow and everything else faded in the background. I picked up those panties and immediately marveled at the softness of cotton against my palm. It should have felt the same way as any other fabric I touched before, but Rebekka's underwear was far more pleasant. I mirrored her movements slowly and ended up with a bundle, not unlike the one she showed me.

"Not bad, Thomas, but you will need some more training. Luckily, there are a lot of panties prepared for you today and you can fold them all. Is that something you would like to do for me?"

"Yes, I want to do that for you," I nodded, hungrily watching the pile of her underwear.

"And why is that, Thomas?"

"Because I like being around your underwear," I responded truthfully. It might have sounded weird to anyone else, but we were both adults and I could talk about anything with her. And I wanted to stay here and touch her panties, I needed it.

"Do, you?" her voice was somehow different now, richer and deeper. "And do you think liking my underwear is okay?"

"Yes, it is perfectly normal," I nodded. Being around Rebekka's underwear was filling me with so much pleasure.

"Really? And have you told anyone about this fondness for my underwear?"

"No, I thought it would be better if I keep this just between the two of us," no one else needed to know about this, no one else should know about this, it was just between my roommate and me.

"Very good, Thomas. You are such a smart boy. You can fold the rest of my panties now," she moved her chair closer and her voice came again from behind me, right next to my ear: "Just remember those important instructions while folding my panties -- listen to my voice, do exactly what you were told and focus on your task. Do you understand?"

"I understand, focus on my task, listen to your voice and do what I am told," I nodded and picked up black thong from the top of underwear pile.

"Calm down, there is no need to rush. You need to fold them properly and if you do it slower, you can spend more time with my underwear."

She was right of course -- the slower I got; the more time I had to touch her panties. And I wanted to do a good job of folding them. If I did that, she might let me do it again in future. And I needed this so much that it was hard to think about anything else. I would do anything to be close to her underwear and my movements became almost glacial just to spend more time with her panties.

"That's better, Thomas. You are always trying to do so much. Always planning ahead, always thinking, studying and working. No wonder you are so exhausted all the time, so on the edge. It must be hard, being always in control, needing to keep it all together, trying to meet all of your obligations and impress everyone."

"It is hard," I replied quietly, barely aware that I was still repeating some of her words. These past weeks were especially difficult and I was barely keeping it together.

"But you feel calm and relaxed now, right?"

"Yeah, calm and relaxed."

"And you enjoy this very much."

"Yeah, I am enjoying this."

"When you are around my underwear, you don't need to keep your guard up. You can just relax and release the control, doesn't that feel like a great idea?" she was whispering into my ear and her voice was incredibly soothing.

"Yeah," my hands were folding red lace boyshorts and the idea of releasing control felt immensely appealing.

"You want to release your control when you are around my underwear and leave someone else in charge."

"Release my control," I nodded and felt even more pleasant. This moment was almost too perfect -- fabric of her panties felt smooth against the skin of my hands, air was filled with that amazing fragrance that was making me light-headed and Rebekka's voice was whispering those sweet ideas in my ear. It was only too easy to go along with each and every one of them.

"You are doing so great, Thomas. And since you enjoy this feeling so much, you will find out that the release of control has become an automatic process for you. When you see my underwear, you will relax and become more passive. You will enjoy your little bubble of peace, when you don't have to think, don't have to plan and let someone else be in charge."

"Let someone else be in charge," I nodded along.

"There is no reason to fight this release of control. You like relaxing, you like enjoying your peace, you like the effect my underwear has on you."

"I like the effect of your underwear."

"You cannot resist the release of control. You like being around my underwear too much and this is just how your mind works around my panties. Even though you might want have other plans and desires, they are not important around my underwear, you cannot fight the effect of my underwear."

"I cannot fight the effect of your underwear," I nodded and continued folding green camo thong into another neat bundle.

"Just one peek at my bra or panties will be enough for your mind to calm down. You will relax and immediately release control. It is automatic and you cannot do anything about it; you don't want to. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Very good, Thomas. When you are not in control, you don't mind being ordered around. In fact, you will enjoy it, just like you are enjoying my words right now. You can relax your exhausted mind and body. You will just listen and obey orders I give you. And you will like it very much."

I could feel her lips close to my ear, her hot breath was brushing against my cheek and it felt exciting and incredibly enjoyable. Under most circumstances I would be wary about any girl getting this close to me. I was faithful to my girlfriend and I loved her very much, but I was focused on my task and there was nothing more important.

There were still so many panties that needed folding and each pair required my full attention. I needed to focus on Rebekka's voice at first, but it became easier as the time passed. I just had to listen to her words and obey each and every thing she told me. There was no way of fighting this, no way of resisting. Being around my roommate's underwear meant that I had no control. I couldn't resist its effects even if I wanted to, but I just craved the feeling of being close to her panties and there was nothing more important in the world.

"So, how do you feel right now, Thomas?"

"I feel amazing, Rebekka."

"Really? And how about your control?"

"I have no control," I responded without thinking.

"Very good. And what will you do when I give you an order?"

"I will listen and obey."

"And how do you feel about that?"

"I like it very much."

"Perfect. But you know what? Although the effect of my underwear on you is perfectly normal, we should still keep it between us. This will be another one of your secrets, do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand, Rebekka."

"That's a good boy. Now, Thomas, I will go to read something on couch, but you have still few hours of work in front of you, since you are going so slow, so I want you to enjoy this time with my underwear. I want you to remember our little game from before. With each pair of those panties, I want you to imagine them first on your girlfriend and then picture how would I look wearing them. Starting with that pair right in front of you."

It was a white G-string with a silvery symbol and as I imagined my hot girlfriend in it, I instantly felt a wave of arousal rising. But then my mind switched to Rebekka and her pale skin matched this type of underwear even more. These fantasies slowed my progress even more since it became harder to concentrate on the task that was given to me. Luckily Rebekka told me to go slow about it, so I wasn't really worried.

"Perfect, looks like this has the exact effect I anticipated. You have your work cut out for you. You will not stop until you are finished with folding my underwear and you will have these fantasies with each and every pair of my panties, do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand Rebekka," my response became automatic at this point.

"Very good, now I want you to really hammer in the lesson you have learnt today about yourself. That when you see my underwear, you lose all control, you listen and obey and you love the effect my underwear has on you. Is that right?"

"Yes, that is right."

"I want you to repeat it."

"When I see Rebekka's underwear, I lose all control, I listen and obey and I love the effect it has on me."

"Again."

"When I see Rebekka's underwear, I lose all control, I listen and obey and I love the effect it has on me."

"Those words will become your mantra, Thomas. You will repeat them again and again until you are finished with folding all these panties and each time you hear your voice say those words, you will believe those truths more and more. They will become absolute, undeniable and unquestionable part of your deep beliefs. And since you are around my underwear, you have to obey, you have to believe those words and you cannot even try to resist them. You have no control, you just listen and obey and you love this feeling. Start repeating your mantra now."

"When I see Rebekka's underwear, I lose all control, I listen and obey and I love the effect it has on me," I knew those words were true when she said them, but hearing my own voice repeat them felt like an even stronger acknowledgement. Saying something like that aloud might've been unsettling at some point in the past. But now I was thinking about my girlfriend in sheer grey panties I was folding and the image was too exciting for me to even think about anything other than the underwear and repeating my mantra.

"When I see Rebekka's underwear, I lose all control, I listen and obey and I love the effect it has on me," there was a faint click behind me and I barely even noticed my roommate leaving the room. My head was filled with images of her in those sheer grey panties and I felt my mind spinning under the weight of my own words. It was like some kind of inescapable spiral that was taking me deeper and deeper. With each repetition, I felt remains of control leaving my thoughts and there was no way for me to resist. The feeling of being around Rebekka's underwear was so pleasurable that I didn't care a bit what was happening to my mind.

"When I see Rebekka's underwear, I lose all control, I listen and obey and I love the effect it has on me," I just kept repeating and doing what I was told.

I finished my task around four in the morning and it took almost all my will to stand up and leave the bedroom since I only wanted to stay near my roommate's underwear, but somehow, I knew it was time to go. I felt totally drained, my throat hurt from repeating something, though those words were slowly fading to background and my head was pounding like I just finished a really tough lecture. Rebekka was sleeping on couch, covered by a blanket, and I was careful not to disturb her.