After reading my report of my panty assignment and our discussion about it, Mistress Magick decided that I should be punished for being distracted from my assignment.
My punishment was to:
1. Write 150 lines of "I must focus on my assignments and not allow myself to be distracted by ladies and their shapely curves".
2. Have the websites that distracted me open and in view while I wrote my lines.
3. To wear the panties I bought for the assignment, along with a dress and makeup while writing.
4. I was not allowed to touch myself from when I read the email detailing my punishment until Mistress Magick approved my lines and report and gave me permission.
As I have written lines before I knew what that would be like, but I did not think I would be able to get through rules 2, 3 and 4. They would be torture to this naughty boy! I would only have the time to write my lines on Saturday, but I received Mistress Magick's email on Monday afternoon, which would mean that I couldn't touch myself all week!
So my punishment started with the no touch rule. For the first few days it was not too bad apart from having to accept somebody else forbidding me from touching.
After the third day, Thursday, a little frustration started to creep in, and I knew it would only get worse as the days went on. But I was able to cope as I had gone this long before.
On the fourth day, Friday, I was very tempted to have a quick touch but managed to resist, even in the shower. However now I was starting to really suffer, my balls felt more sensitive and a little swollen. The punishment was now starting to take its effect.
As the day went on, my swollen balls became super sensitive: the slightest touch would excite me, even as I walked and crotch of my trousers brushed against them. As I went about my day at work I would notice every detail of the ladies. It felt as though their skirts were shorter, legs longer, temptingly shaped by their high heels pushing their bottoms and breasts out even further. It was as though they knew of my punishment and were now all joining in, enjoying punishing me, because now every time I looked at a ladies assets I was immediately punished. My twitching cock, the frustration building, it was torture.
Day five, Saturday- I woke up on day five longing to relieve myself. I had never gone this long before. I would be able to write my lines today but would have to go and buy my dress and makeup first. I didn't know how I would cope going into shops where there would be a lot of ladies around. However, I managed it as my nerves of buying a dress and makeup took my mind off things. When I got home and had gotten over my shopping nerves, my mind went back to my package and the lack of attention it had been receiving. Their now agonising wish simply to be emptied and covered by panties and a pretty dress.
The panties I had to wear were black cotton with lace trim. I put them on slowly - they seem to be more delicate then male underwear. I am not used to wearing panties, and, after a few moments, I could feel that they were tighter then what I am used to. Of course they weren't designed with holding my package in mind! They were not uncomfortable, but my package would occasionally escape and have to be put back in place, which meant touching. Mistress Magick had allowed rearranging, but it was so very tempting to keep on touching, and it took all my will power not to.
I had bought a tunic dress that had a big bow on the neck line. As I put the dress on, I realised how difficult it is to zip the back up. The dress is above the knee meaning that my legs were exposed just like the ladies I like to look at. As I walked, it felt as though the back of the dress was too short, exposing my bottom and my panties, so I went to the long mirror and looked, but thankfully it wasn't.
As I sat down in the chair to write my lines the back of the dress would rise meaning that the bottom of my panties were uncovered and I even had to rearrange the front of the dress to cover them - something that would excite naughty boys watching a lady, but now it was me having my assets exposed. I felt shameful, but sexy and feminine too.
I also had to put some makeup on: lipstick, mascara, eye liner, eye shadow and nail varnish.
Then I opened the websites that had distracted me from my panty shopping assignment:
LaSenza:
- Cleavage closeup (see above right)
- (Second link no longer available. See photo at left.)
Debenhams:
- Image of the lady in her bra and panties
- Image of the ladies bottom
I took out my writing pad and began to write my lines. It was a long line and spanned two lines, and I had to write it 150 times. I estimated it would take around 3 to 4 hours depending on whether I made any mistakes that required me to rewrite a page.
I was nervous now. If I had made a mistake at line 8 when I was reasonably fresh what would I be like when boredom set in and the urge to look at the ladies on the screen and my need to relive myself grew? This could take a lot of pages! I sighed to myself.
Luckily, I did not make any more mistakes. The line did quickly become boring and every time I took a rest from writing there were the ladies on the screen, punishing me with their bodies. I wanted to touch myself, my pretty dress, my panties, but I went back to my lines to take my mind off it as best I could. However even they had an element of teasing - having to write "ladies and their shapely curves" - causing mental images of curvy ladies, causing my cock to throb.
After just over three hours I had finished and checked my lines and was relieved at being able to close the websites. I had written 11 pages in total: 10 pages of lines plus one reject. I scanned my pages and named them appropriately and decided to write my report later on.
Writing my lines sat like a naughty boy wearing panties and feminized trying to cover myself was humiliating: sitting there feeling excited and embarrassed by the ladies clothes and make up I had to wear, and the models on my computer screen in their lingerie teasing me, for three hours.
Before I went to bed, I decided to have a shower and remove my makeup. But, as I took off my dress and panties, I got excited and became aroused. As my package was brushed by the pretty dress and panties, my cock throbbed, ready to burst. I could not stop it! I could feel it I was passing the point of no return, and as I dashed over to the toilet, I ejaculated! It was thicker than usual, but it had been trapped inside me for five days. The feeling was immense: the relief, my frustration lifted. Once finished I had to sit down as I felt weak, having put all my energy into emptying myself. A few moments later, I began to feel disappointed in myself for not being able to last until Mistress Magick had given permission and then nervous about having to report to her that I hadn't. [Obviously, a certain naughty boy has a punishment coming up (NPI) for this! ~ M]
Overall my punishment was excellent for naughty boys: Not being able to touch myself was difficult after the third day. I have never gone as long as five days and I was unable to last as long as Mistress Magick had required. It was a slow method of being punished, getting worse each day, and instead of looking at ladies for my own selfish pleasure, it now allowed the ladies to punish me with their bodies, the way they walked, the sound of their high heels, their soft feminine voices. The lines made me sit like a naughty boy for three hours writing the same sentence over and over. The panties, dress and makeup made me feel girly and forced me to do girly things like shopping for the items and applying the makeup. Having the distracting websites open tempted me to look at them, but I had lines to concentrate on and did not want to make any mistakes.
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LaSenza Photo:
http://www.lasenza.co.uk/knickers/Level3.aspx?d=1&collection=40&style=701649&product=010010856&img=SS1110_131
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