Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Panties in Your Purse”!

Hi all! It’s time for another Early Bird Sneak Peek, where I share a glimpse at the story my lucky Early Bird patrons will be enjoying next Saturday thanks to their pledges at my Patreon page! Of course, if you’re not an Early Bird patron, you’ll still get a story next week–“The Boys of Summer”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA and Literotica. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting  “Panties in Your Purse” (MC FF)!

Ella has a little challenge every day, one set for her by her girlfriend and hypnodomme. It’s very simple – all she has to do is avoid handing her soaking wet panties over to her Mistress when they meet for lunch. But if it’s so simple, then why does Ella keep losing? Here’s a taste:

Obviously, the bus was not going to be the problem. Even if she was going to spend her bus ride in thinking about…about lunch with Mikayla, which she wasn’t because she didn’t need to because lunch with Mikayla today was going to be entirely unremarkable save for Ella’s little look of triumph when Mikayla asked for her panties and she said, “Ooh, sorry, can’t, babe, still wearing them…” (Ella paused for a moment, savoring the mental image.) Even if she was going to think about…that, thinking would be all she did. She couldn’t act on any of Mikayla’s suggestions in public. Not without getting arrested, at least, and Ella and her subconscious were at least in agreement that getting arrested was a bad idea. The bus was safe.

Which meant that she could think more about the whole situation with Mikayla, ironically enough. It would be harmless, because she couldn’t do anything to act on it. She could calmly, dispassionately examine the way she felt whenever she thought of slipping off to the restroom a few minutes before lunch, pulling her panties off before going to Mikayla’s restaurant and handing them over to Mikayla before spending the rest of the day without any underwear. And obviously, it felt humiliating.

But what exactly felt so humiliating about it? Was it the threat of discovery? She didn’t think that anyone would actually look up her skirt when she returned from lunch every day; her desk faced a window, and anyway the office started to clear out around three. During the last hour, she didn’t even see anyone most days. The idea that someone would notice that she was naked under her skirt was kind of absurd, even if she did spend every afternoon feverishly contemplating the possibility. Perhaps that was enough, though. Maybe just the potential for being caught, the idea that someone might see her slick and shaven cunt framed by her thighs and the fabric of her skirt, was enough to give her a shamefully erotic thrill.

Hope you enjoy it!

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