The Anniversary Present Day 03
Keywords: Day, Anniversary, 03, Present, The,
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As usual, Saffy was out of bed before Tom. She found herself contemplating the last two days' fun and games. It had certainly been very interesting. Tom's willingness to be led and controlled by her was very exhilarating and her desire to indulge him wasn't waning. She had realised that her reasons were quite simple – firstly, she was relishing being in control and secondly, it was really turning her. They were both as horny as hell and their sex drives were as high as when they first met.
The realisation that Tom had never really told her about his fantasies interrupted her thoughts. It was time to get everything out in the open. After pouring a coffee she made her way upstairs to cut short Tom's usual Saturday morning lie-in.
Tom opened his eyes as Saffy gently woke him with a kiss and a hug. He stretched and yawned long and loud before smiling at Saffy and hugging her back.
"You're up early," Tom commented as he sat up scratching his head and yawning again.
Saffy looked deep into Tom's eyes and responded with a slow, deliberate tone.
"You remember I asked you what your fantasies are. Well, you never gave me an answer."
As usual, Tom became reticent and manoeuvred around the issue.
"I've loved everything we've done. It's been fantastic. It still feels like a dream."
"No," Saffy said firmly. "That's not what I asked. I want to know what your fantasies are about. You must trust me. I'll make you a deal. I'll find a sexy pair of panties for you to wear today from your new collection if you'll promise me to get up and write down everything that turns you on. I don't want one of your usual conservative lists. I want enough detail so that I can turn them into reality. Ok?"
"Ok," Tom replied with some discomfort.
Saffy picked out a pair of pink sheer panties and held them out to Tom.
"They have a sexy sheen to them don't you think? I bet your cock will look very sexy and the feel, well that will be soooo nice," Saffy purred. She dropped the panties on the bed beside Tom and walked out of the room. A faint smile crossed her lips as closed the door behind her. He's going to do what I tell him, she thought. How satisfying!
Tom sat on the bed for a while drinking coffee and looking at the delicate lingerie Saffy had left for him. He shook his head in wonder that his wife had turned into such a vixen. He felt a moment of regret thinking about all the years he'd buried his dark desires for fear of rejection. If only he'd found a way to express himself before, to tell her what he wanted.
Tom knew when it had started and to some degree, why. He thought back to his sister, how she had made him do things to humiliate and control him. He was sure there was no real malice involved, just a big sister doing what big sisters do sometimes – pick on little brothers to show them who's the boss.
When Tom was twelve or thirteen, he caught his sixteen year old sister having sex with a boy from their school in the local park. Tom was hiding behind a tree, his eyes wide as he watched the boy play with his sisters' breasts under her school uniform. He unclipped her bra and cupped and squeezed her boobs whilst they kissed passionately.
Tom's cock stiffened as the couple canoodled in the bushes. Tonia opened her legs and Tom could see up her skirt. She was wearing white satin panties and Tom could just make out her lips through the skimpy material and saw a small wet patch between them. The boy touched Tonia through her knickers and stroked and rubbed her pussy. She was making small whimpering noises and her hips were twitching. He pulled her panties off and threw them behind him. They were very close to Tom and for reasons he could never explain, he crouched on the floor, stretched his hand out and grabbed them.
Retreating behind the tree, he looked at them, at the wet stain and suddenly felt himself cum. It was the first time he'd ever ejaculated but it had all happened so quickly he didn't have time to enjoy it properly. He put the panties back on the floor and carefully sneaked away.
What Tom didn't know was that Tonia had seen him, had noticed him pick her panties up and put them back moments later. She'd make him pay for watching her.
When she got home, she walked into Tom's bedroom and grabbed him by the hair.
"I saw you watching me," she hissed angrily. "I saw you playing with my panties. You're gonna pay for this you little queer."
Tonia pulled her panties from a pocket and held them very close to Tom's face.
"Seeing as you like my knickers so much, your going to put them on and if Mum and Dad find out I what I was doing in the park, I'll tell them you stole my panties and you've been wearing them ever since." Tom looked like a rabbit caught in headlights. He stared at her with a deep flushed look of embarrassment and anguish.
Tonia made Tom take his trousers off and when she saw the sticky mess in his shorts she taunted him and called him panty boy. He wanted to explain it wasn't the panties that made him cum, that it was watching her and the boy having sex that did it but he couldn't speak.
Tonia pulled his shorts off and grabbed his hair again, making him put her panties on. He pulled them up his legs and quickly followed suit with his trousers. Tonia warned him again not to say anything about what he had seen earlier and then walked out of Tom's bedroom.
Tom felt shell-shocked. He didn't quite know what to do. He hadn't meant to upset Tonia, he was just curious. He lay down on the bed and undid his trousers, intending to take Tonia's panties off but as his hand touched his cock through the silky material he felt it stir. The smoothness allowed his hand to glide effortlessly over his crotch and his skin felt so sensitive that he just carried on rubbing himself. Moments later he had the second orgasm of his life and it felt wonderful.
He did his best to clean himself up but kept his sister's panties on for fear that she might check and tell Mum and Dad. At least, that was what he told himself.
Later, Tonia felt a pang of guilt about how she had treated Tom and when she got the chance, she took him into the garden and talked to him. Deep down she knew he was just an adolescent kid who was curious but she was really worried that Tom would blurt out what he had seen and then she would be in big trouble.
She told Tom that she was sorry but he must promise never to tell anyone what he saw. Then she asked if he was still wearing her panties. Embarrassed, he reminded her that she had told him to keep them on.
She told him to show her. He had never been able to refuse Tonia anything and he opened his trousers so she could see. She opened them further and looked down. Much to her surprise and Tom's distress, his cock was hard. She smiled and looked at him with a slightly teasing look on her face. "Keep them," she said and walked back into the house.
That night he lay in bed not wearing her panties but holding them. He touched them to his lips and breathed the sweet musky scent of his sister into his lungs. It was a gorgeous odour that yet again awoke his increasingly demanding libido.
Neither the episode nor her panties were ever mentioned again but Tom used to wear them and play with himself in them on many occasions. He would wash them with a bar of soap in the bathroom and hide them behind the radiator in his bedroom until they were dry. Then he'd put them on again. They became his guilty secret and the centre of his sexual world.
Tom thought about the times that followed. It was impossible to explain the exhilaration and sexual excitement that were associated with women's underwear. In some ways he thought Tonia had cursed him – he knew his fetish made him different from others but at the same time, it was a gift. He was so aroused by it at times that he thought it impossible for anyone else to be as excited with 'normal' sex as he was with his obsession.
Somewhere beyond all this was the single thought that this wasn't his fault. So why had he always felt so scared of being judged?
Tom swung his legs over the side of the bed and slipped his pink panties on. He stood in front of the mirror and stared at his bulge. It was undeniably attractive to him – a really sexy bulge in panties that showed his assets off nicely. His cock stirred as if in appreciation for the attention.
Eventually Tom got dressed and went down stairs to grab another coffee before sitting down at the PC. He powered it up and started writing. Saffy made herself busy elsewhere to give Tom some privacy.
After making the decision to write everything down and be completely honest, he found it quite easy to push his inhibitions to one side and bring his fantasies out. He started with a few headlines; the things that he'd consistently dreamed about. Then more things came to mind, the occasional fantasies on the periphery. Once his ideas were listed, he obeyed Saffy and started to describe them in detail. He was incredibly excited and his cock strained against his panties as the words formed.
Tom was so absorbed in his writing that two hours passed in a flash. When he was finished, he printed the document and deleted it from the PC. He called to Saffy and passed the papers to her when she entered the room. Taking them, Saffy turned her back on Tom and went to the kitchen without saying a word. She sat down and started to read.
Her first observation was that Tom had really made an effort to give a lot of detail just as he had been told to. The second was the pleasant realisation that his fantasies were not selfish; that she should be involved and enjoying herself was a significant plus. He had overcome the first hurdle.
The second test was how Saffy felt about his fantasies. Was there anything he wanted that she wasn't willing to do? She thought not. One or two might have to be handled very carefully to avoid discomfort but generally, she'd go along with it all. And deep down she knew that most of this was going to be very pleasant. The best part of everything Tom had written was the final clause at the bottom – it said "I want you to be in control at all times.
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Keywords: Day, Anniversary, 03, Present, The,