#MMDay Report - Pt. 2 by memphis pantyboy

Since you want to hear about my other two edges, here goes...

My second edge was about an hour after the first. I was sitting at my desk attempting to work, but my cock was straining in my panties the entire time. I finally gave up on working and returned to the restroom. Once again, I removed my pants and knelt on the floor with my eyes closed, imagining I was at your feet and began to slowly stroke my cock.

I was still extremely excited from before so this time didn't last nearly as long. I stroked my cock and rubbed my balls through the satin right up to the edge. Just before the point of no return I stopped. Precum was dripping from my cock head. I scooped up and licked every drop, tucked my cock, back in my panties and tried to go back to work.

That didn't last for long. My cock was so hard. Just throbbing and twitching in my panties. 15 minutes later I was back on my knees rubbing my hand all over my panty-covered cock and balls. The satin friction sending waves of pleasure through me.

There was no slow build up this time, I grabbed my cock and stroked it hard and fast, whimpering and moaning while imagining I was performing for you. Barely a minute and I was getting oh so close to release. I almost went too far but I forced my hand away, biting back a rather loud groan. Once again I licked up all the precum and tucked my cock away and went back to work.

I was distracted and aroused the entire day but I didn't dare edge again because I knew there would be no way I could hold back.

Thank you for allowing me to edge again today. I will tweet about it as soon as I'm finished.


Michael

#MMDay Report - Pt. 1 by memphis pantyboy

Mistress, I can’t thank you enough for such an exquisite day.

As you’re aware, I haven’t been able to log on to Twitter much the past few weeks due to some personal issues I have been attempting to deal with. Luckily yesterday I was able to find a few minutes to myself. Mistress, the first message I saw caused Your cock to instantly start straining in my panties.

“#MMDay on Wednesday: Wear virginal white panties & edge AT LEAST three times!”

Since I’m on the road so much for work, I keep my #MMDay items in a box in my car trunk instead of a drawer. I don’t want a meeting across town to keep me from fulfilling your assignments or pleasing you, Mistress. After reading your message (and doing my best to hide my growing bulge), I walked through the lobby and out to my car to retrieve the panties you desired. After sifting through the other items, I picked out the delicate white satin panties with frilled laces sides. I savored the feel of them in my hands and Your cock grew even harder with the anticipation of wearing them for your pleasure.

I hurried back through the lobby with the panties in my pocket and made my way to the nearest restroom, locking the door behind me. I am almost overflowing with excitement and anticipation at this point. Your cock is aching to be stroked and caressed. I make myself slow down and take my time, to prolong your pleasure. I calmed myself, removed the slacks and current panties I was wearing (black and white polka dotted boyshorts with white lace edges), and slowly slid the panties up my legs and over your cock. I knelt on the floor and closed my eyes, dreaming that I was kneeling at your feet, Mistress, and began to run my hand over your cock through the panties. The satin felt so good sliding over your cock as I gripped and squeezed it. Gently, I pulled the panties down, exposing your cock, throbbing so hard, and began to stroke it for you. Slowly at first but with ever increasing speed my hand slid up and down your cock, my mind racing with thoughts, desiring to be used and toyed with for your pleasure, Mistress. I began to moan and whimper, your cock aching for release, as I got closer and closer to the edge. And when I finally reached that point where release was imminent, I stopped.

I removed my hand from your cock, leaving it twitching and throbbing, precum oozing from the tip. I picked the precum off of your cock with my finger and greedily licked up every drop, savoring the taste.

My heart and my mind were racing, wanting release but wanting to please you more. I put your cock back into my panties, put on my pants and went back to work, already looking forward to edge 2 and 3.

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Valentine's Panties Report by my jezi-darling

jezi was late turning in her Valentine's panties shopping report, so I put her on edging detention (chastity, but without her usual required daily edges) until it was done. We chatted on Saturday, and she did have some questions about whether it was okay that she purchased the panties while shopping with her partner and whether to include it in her report, but she should have asked me about them earlier and should not have delayed her report because of them. I decided to give her a Valentine's gift of allowing her a series of special edges, with the incentive that she could finally cum afterward *if* she had returned her report by then.

- Mistress Magick:  Was thinking a special holiday edging: Twice together - then once alone - then four times together - 2/14
- jezi_darling:  2 edges, one edge, then four together, eek
- Mistress Magick:  *grinning*
- Mistress Magick:  If you have privacy, and if you have finished your report, you can have your cummie after the four!

Later...

- Mistress Magick:  The edging instructions are for Monday regardless
- jezi_darling:  2-1-4 edges so 7 in total and no cummie?
- Mistress Magick:  You can finish with a cummie, if I have received and approved your report.

Imagine my surprise when she tweeted that she had had her cummie, but I had not yet received the report. Surely it was on the way... or perhaps her partner had requested that she cum... but No! 

Somehow between the weekend and Monday, she confused my directions. I finally received her report today, after questioning her why she had cum without sending it. She is back on edging detention with the requirement that she tweet each day the edges that she would have had that day if she had listened to me. She is also showing her contrition by wearing only black panties until further notice, while I consider her punishment and how to prevent this from happening again. I do think it was a genuine mistake because she wouldn't have tweeted about it the way that she did if she had been naughty (and she isn't the sort to be naughty in that way). Too much testosterone does have a tendency to make horny boys and gurls hear what they want to hear and remember what they want to remember, but she simply has to learn to listen better, follow instructions to the letter *and* work harder to complete her assignments on time. 

All of that being said, it is a yummy report, so I hope that you enjoy it!

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A week or so before Valentine's Day i found an interesting opportunity to complete my shopping task for special panties whilst at a local branch of Marks & Spencer. i was shopping with my partner, and she was amusingly directing me toward the ladies panties when amongst the rails i noticed a display of red silk lingerie especially for the upcoming 'special day'.

i tried to veer my partner toward said display as i thought it would be quite fun to have her help select my assignment panties for Mistress. The display had a selection of matching items: bra, panties, thong and corset/babydoll all in red silk with black lace trim - so very 'standard' for the day. 'oooh those are nice,' she whispered, winking to me. i felt a rush of excitement and am sure i blushed, as i could feel my cheeks warming. She just smiled at me and then held up a pair of the red silk panties in my size for me to look at, giving me a very knowing glance. i nodded and said, 'mmm very nice' and almost giggled as she then dropped them in our empty basket! i then had to go pay for them on my own while she went off elsewhere - not so bad when nearing Valentine's as they can always be 'for my partner'

After some wonderful conversation with Mistress over the weekend prior to Valentines, i wore my special panties all day, enjoying the red silk holding Your package and the soft black lace tickling my skin. There were special edging instructions for the day: 2 at first, then one single edge and finally four edges together......

The first two edges were completed within my panties, each lasting just over a minute before Your cock dribbled and made the first stains of the day on the pretty red silk prison, wiping my finger across the dampness and smearing my lips.

The single edge was much more intense and shorter, lasting barely 50 seconds, this time with my panties about my knees as i stroked Your cock - firm and throbbing as i barely managed to avoid release - a little nectar oozing from the tip to my waiting finger which i sucked and licked with pleasure and in Your honour.

i slipped into my cami, lovingly purchased by Mistress for me at Christmas, black and silky to the touch, hugging my torso closely - mmmmmm - four edges this time and to keep my panties as clean as possible. First two were within the red silk panty prison and delightful, a little cream seeping from the tip of Your cock and glazing my panties and my finger which i licked and then rubbed on my nipples. i teased my nipples through the black silky camisole as i edged twice more, so quickly reaching firmness, my balls aching, Your cock tense and firm and ready to explode as i stopped and let it just ooze once more.

Then i made a terrible mistake - i allowed myself to cum, having misunderstood the rules for the day as denoted by my beloved Mistress. i did all the correct things, praising Mistress, offering the release up to Mistress, slowly repeating my mantra, pausing to do homage after each word:

Your girl, Mistress

Your cock, Mistress

Your pleasure, Mistress

Before accepting Your glorious (and now as i realise, non-permitted, release)

i am mortified to have got things so terribly wrong, beg Your forgiveness and thank You for all You have given me and shown me over the last years - i hope not to have lost You but fully understand if i am to be dismissed after this report.

i shall not tweet till i know Your decision Mistress,

Your chaste girl still i hope,
jezi
xxx

Harder by ed cantor

A bit "harder" than my usual, below is the text of one of ed cantor's first attempts at Twitterotica. Enjoy!
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getting on a plane to be teased and tormented and used

arriving to be picked up by you, immediately taken, stuffed with the plug, bound helpless, and taken to where the use REALLY begins

sun so bright after the trip in the trunk, blinking as you guide me in, handcuffed, plugged, gagged

i can see you tormenting me with your desire, blindfolded now, you make me strip and i can't see you, can't know who is there

but you come so close, teasing me once you've got me restrained helplessly immobile, keeping me inches from your thrilling arousal

now totally at your mercy, i groan at the tightness of the ropes, the cursed inflatability of the stretching plug, drooling around the gag

she pulls the blindfold off and, seeing her, despite everything, my body tingles with arousal at her striking and powerful beauty

my admiration is cut short, not just by the ominous surroundings, but by the more more immediate concern about the thin cane you held

my legs are spread wide, ankles held open by the roughly welded spreader bar and its steel shackles, my wrists pulled so high over my head

you move close, a briefly soft touch at my bared chest turns into you marking me with four parallel lines from your sharp fingernails

you are dangerously intimately close to me, i curse my reactions, growing erect as you start surrounding my cock and balls with thin leather

i moan in pain, as you've hung something from my swaying balls now...i look down to see a small empty tin pail

distracted by this new torment, I am shocked to screaming when the thin cane slices across my ass.

and again when you drop some leaden weight into the dangling pail, pulling painfully at me. "that's what happens when you don't thank me"

"thank you?" he stammered, tortured by the way the damned pail was now swinging. "yes, for the kiss of my sweet cane." and again it struck.

there was no point in resisting... "thank you" i gasped. your fingernails dragged down my back. "thanks for what, fucktoy?"

"thanks.. thanks for whipping my ass" i was guessing, in some kind of strange shock." "oh honey, that was just the cane, not the whip...yet"

you kept striking me with the cane, over and over, marking and torturing my ass, my own jerking making the weighted pail swing

but each time, even when reduced to sputtering groans, a strained "thank you" exits my lips

i feel like i'm about to lose consciousness, always waiting for the next strike, when you stop. you set the cane down on a shelf.

to replace it you pick up a wide leather paddle. you walk up in front of me, turning it so i can see all of it. your smile is dangerous.

My breathing coming in ragged panting, i look at it, at you. you use it under me to lift up and display my bound cock and balls to me

my balls, trussed in the thin leather, are red, almost purple, tight, the agony visible... you tease me with those painted talons again

your nails drag up and down the length of me, and you slide the paddle, like you're using a frying pan under me. when you squeeze i scream

you let the paddle down, leaving me at the mercy of the pail again, pulling another groan from me as your heels click behind me again

i'm nearly sobbing, knowing what is coming, and sure enough the paddle slams like like a truck, reigniting the fiery stripes of the cane

you cast a wider spread with the paddle, and soon the whole of my ass as well as the backs of my thighs are burning and glowing red

without being reminded, i am gasping thank you's out to you, even as the pain grows, narrowing my vision to a shadow-framed tunnel

you stop once more... i'm panting, and it takes me a moment to realize it is over, at least for now. you are moving again, arranging things

there is heavy scraping, big things sliding, but all i can do is revel in the reprieve from the paddle. then i feel the edge against my ass.

you've pushed a large, cold metal table up behind me. you free my ankles from the spreader bar. you lower my wrists, still bound together.

you pull me back, onto the table, securing the chain from my wrists somewhere behind my head. laid back, the cold surface is almost soothing

you free the dangling pail from my trussed cock but you do not release it. you pull my legs up, securing each doubled with a buckled strap

you push my frog-tied legs apart and it is the first time i see the ominous strap-on you've affixed to its harness at your hips

the harsh lights above me gleam in the slick coating of lubricant you've already prepared it with. "oh god, please don't, please" i stammer

your smile fades, and my throbbing balls are i your grip "i like the begging, but you're doing it wrong, fucktoy."

"beg me for this, beg me to take you like the dirty whore you are, or you'll feel that whip you were asking about, and i'll skin that ass"

i can tell by the look in your eyes that it is no bluff. i swallow hard, trying to make myself believe this isn't real. "please..."

"please what?" you demand of me. "please.. please use that on me, in me. please, please don't whip me." "slut, you'd better make me believe"

"please, oh god, please... please take me, please fuck my ass, please fuck me, please please take me and fuck my ass please"

i realize i'm nearly screaming. your smile is wickedly crooked. you ease the tip of the purple rubber monster to me, pushing open my rosebud

i groan as the thing pushes into me, even after i'd been stretched by the plug. and then you're really fucking, your hips driving forward.

"keep begging, whore. i know you want it, i know you love it!" "yes, please, please" i'm begging with all that i am as you impale me

the feeling of the thing inside me is completely new, like it is splitting me in half, but also something more

i can feel your pleasure. your bliss and fucking me so full is electric in the room. it isn't just better than the cane, it's something more

but i still blush at the words that are flying from my mouth, from some depraved core of me "fuck me! fuck my ass! fuck me! i need it! fuck"

my head thrown back, your rocking me on the table. my mind is numbed so much that all i can do is repeat "fuck me i'm a whore" over and over

my mind buzzing, and i realize something strange is happening. i'm starting to enjoy this. but how? i look and my cock is rock hard.

it is straining at its bondage, but rigid and upright and its purple head is glistening with precum. "i knew you were a whore, slut."

your smile shames me. my face is burning red. but still you fuck me and still i beg. you grip my shaft, hard. your nails curl around to bite

but still i love it. i want it. i want you to fuck me and stroke me. your touch makes my body electric. i feel like i'm a foot off the table

your hips are rolling, getting your own pleasure from the base of the strap-on, and you are ramming hard into me, but the pain is offset now

my begging is more than real now. i want it. i need it. i crave for you to fuck me, to take me with all you have.

your hand on my cock and your dildo in my ass is making me a pavloviansubject. this pleasure like i've never felt is because i'm yours now.

i'm begging in earnest, my voice almost gone, rasping, "fuck me please, oh god please fuck me, take me, i'm your fucking whore to use"

"tell me you're a whore" you command and i do it, aloud, "i'm a whore!"

"tell me you're a slut" and i scream it "i'm a slut, i'm your slut!"

"tell me all you want is to fucked and beaten and fucked some more, you fucking tramp!" i do, and i am. i am what you are making me.

"yes you are. cum, you ass-fucked whore." and i don't even think, i just explode. cum forcing itself past the bondage, to spurt up my chest

you fuck me a few more thrusts, and the pressure seems to push even more cum from my throbbing cock, you unlace it now, and it is still hard

it is super sensitized from is use and its bondage, my balls feel like theyve been kicked over and over.

i'm still helpless, not that i would have the energy to move if free. your fingers, in rubber gloves, are scooping up the thick white cum.

i'm almost beyond shame, but still i feel this humiliation as you slowly feed me every oozing drop of my own orgasm

once you are satisfied you retreat for a moment. when you return, you're holding a heavy collar, hinged steel, which you lock around my neck

only then do you you release my legs, free my hands. i turn slightly and i feel it and hear it. the chain from my collar to the wall.

you're moving away, dropping a bowl of some gruel on the floor, next to another filled with a splash of water. the door closes heavily.

you speak to me though the slit in the metal door. "you are mine, whore. and it is just beginning." i shudder. I can feel the truth of it.

Feminization Script #2 by ed cantor

I've been busy moving, so I haven't had an opportunity to record these yet. I'm planning to edit them a bit first, and I'd love feedback from my readers on the parts that work for you and the parts that don't.

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It's morning, my boy, and it's time for you to get ready for your service to me.

Are you used to the routine yet??

The long, hot shower, steaming your flesh to softness, dreaming I might touch you.

Slathering the shaving cream over your chest, your legs, all around your cock and balls.

Sliding the new razor over yourself, removing any stubble that has grown in, itching you, since your last grooming.

It feels strange, doesn't it? Moving that razor so intimately and carefully, knowing the results must hold up to close inspection.

But don't linger too long, you have a lot to do for me. I don't want you too tempted to touch yourself either.

Walk out to the bedroom, ignoring all those disgusting clothes you wear every other day. Go right to that cherished, secret collection of garments.

You're going to dress up for me now. You're going to get all pretty, just to please me.

Your uniform is waiting for you, laid out on your little bed, in the princess room I've made for you in my home.

Yes, there are a lot of pieces to put on today.

First, roll the fishnet stockings up your freshly shaved legs. Be careful, any pulls or rips will result in punishment. You do not want punishment.

They look almost as pretty as I'm sure they feel. Wasn't it worth it now to make sure your legs were nice and smooth for me?

I want the seams straight up the backs of your legs and the lace tops nice and even across your thighs. Nice... perfect...

Now the high heels. I can't wait to have you balancing atop them. Five inch heels should be quite a challenge, but you will just have to get used to them, won't you?

Good.. good... step up onto them... can you reach your toes without bending your knees? A good girl bends only at the waist. Buckle them on. Notice the little locks? Close them.. they don't come off until I choose.

Mnnn... so pretty you are like this already, but we have work to do.

There's a pretty pink plug for your slutty little ass. Yes, that soaked cloth is all the lube you get, so coat it nice... that's right... bend forward... just at the waist, remember, now... push and ease the plug up inside your tight, hungry ass. Mmmm all the way in, until you feel its width stretch into you, and your body grips the
narrow neck....

Ohh... I just know you feel like a slut now, don't you? After all, who else but a sissy slut would be standing there in stockings, heels and an ass-fucking toy?

Next are the cock rings. Yes, rings, with an "s." Do you remember how I like them on you?

First the big one, up over your balls, one at a time... then wriggle that cock through too. Yes, yet it nice and snug around the base there...

Second is the medium ring... around your balls again... do they feel swollen with attention? Yes, get it nice and pretty around them.

Third is the smallest... just over your cock, around that shaft... I bet your cock is already getting happy and thick with attention.

Mmmmm... take a moment now... just appreciate how fully you are decorated and displayed for me...

Next are the panties... I know, they are so small and frilly... but I want you extra pretty today.

They are special in another way too... Yes, you can see it now, can't you? Yes, crotchless panties today. I want your pretty package tugged out through that slit of silk.

Next is your dress... Yes... you can see it now. You pretty black satin french maid's dress... all trimmed out in white lace. Notice the built in petticoat in the skirt, all those layers of frilly ruffles, keeping your skirt poofed out.

That skirt that is so short that I can see your packaged cock dangling there for me. That little length of white ribbon isn't there by accident you know. Tie it around your package for me. A nice pretty bow.... yes...

There's a waist cincher built into the white apron... see that? Yes, lace it tight... around your middle... accentuate your hips for me... Dream of having a sexy sissy figure for your Mistress.

Next are the four cuffs... Yes that is while lace trimming out those leather cuffs.... buckle them securely around your wrists and ankles... Yes, and those are more locks to close and secure for me. Locking yourself up under my control.

A couple more final touches now.... First the perfume. On a whim I chose some of Britney Spears' new fragrance for you. Dab your wrists, your neck, your chest... Mmmmm... what a princess you are...

Lipstick now... Bright red. Get those lips pretty and full and sexy for me. I know boys that call those cock-sucking lips... ha ha...wouldn't you love to prove your devotion to me like that...

Do a good job, or I might sent you for collagen injections, to get you to look more properly like my slutty maid.

Do you feel good now, my maid? You look so pretty. So perfect. Your heels, your stockings, your panties, your dress, your tight waist, your fuckable lips...

I see you are so excited... so aroused... but nothing to do about it yet...

One more thing... a real honour for you...

Yes, you see it don't you? That collar... black leather, trimmed again in white lace... it is perfectly sized for your neck, slave. Put it on with honour. Yes, it locks too.

Take a long look at yourself in the mirror... You are my maid. You are my slave. You are my slut. You are totally and completely mine.

You have two hours, to complete the chores on your list. The bathroom had better be spotless by the time I get home. Every toy should be perfectly cleaned. There's a feather duster for you to use, for all the shelves and furniture. Do the dishes, clean the kitchen, and vacuum the carpet. Be a good maid for me.

When I get home, I want to find you tucked nice and tight under my desk, on your knees, with your wrists crossed behind you, waiting.

I might be home in as little as two hours. I might be home in three hours. Maybe four. You will just wait for me there, ready to serve. Ready to please.

I won't say a word when I come in. I'm just going to have a look at your work, pour myself a drink, and come up to sit at my desk.

I'm going to edge my skirt up and spread my legs.

Then you will get a chance to really do some good work.