Free Panties for Him (Punish and Pleasure - Volume 1) by Owen Wilde Page B

have a
problem. Did you know that I could call the police and have you
arrested?” The officer paused, letting the weight of that sink
in.
    He looked up, lip trembling. He could
actually feel a tear well up and threaten to slide down his
face.
    “Please, don't do that. I'll do anything you
want,” his mind raced at what he could offer, “Money? I can give
you money if you erase that video.”
    The large man slammed his hand on the table
in front of him, making Charles jump and almost slide off the worn
upholstery.
    “Bribing an officer? Do you want to make
things that much worse for yourself?”
    Charles felt the tear slide down now and
shook his head no. He would start blubbering soon.
    “As I see it, there's only one way to help
yourself.”
    He looked up; a tinge of hope was there, a
way to help himself. His words jumbled, one on top of the other,
“Yes, anything, like I said, that I can do to help.”
    There was a knock at the door and the
security guard said, politely, “Excuse me,” and rose to open it.
Upon his return, Charles could hear the big man's feet cross the
room, accompanied by the click of heels. He turned around fast; how
many more people must know about his desperate secret?
    The woman looked as somber as the officer.
However, even as petrified as he was at this moment, Charles
couldn't deny the twinge he felt in his pants as he studied her
details. Tall and slender, she was pale, with dark hair pinned in a
knot on top of her head. With her black glasses and long suit
jacket that skimmed over her curves, Charles assumed she was a
manager, someone in a position of authority, but at this moment,
she was just beautiful.
    The click of her long, red nails on the
table was unnerving. She sat on the tabletop, inches away from him
and suddenly he could smell her scent and see her shapely calves.
It was too much. Charles wanted nothing more than to rise out of
the chair, pull her close and kiss her pouting, red lips. The sight
of Officer Rodriguez skulking behind her was the only thing that
kept him glued to his seat.
    “Mr. Moore, I'm Victoria Hodge, the manager
of this location,” her voice was deep and stirred him almost as
much as the sight of her in the heels. “Apparently, we have a
problem. Has Officer Rodriguez discussed the options with you?”
    He tried to answer, but all he could do was
shake his head no.
    “If you're a man, then Mr. Moore, you were
in the ladies' dressing room for some deviant purpose and relieved
yourself there, which is a crime that will involve law enforcement.
However, there is another option, of course. If you're actually a
sissy cum slut, then you're perfectly within your rights to try on
panties in the ladies' room,” she stopped and stared into his eyes,
“the only question is, which one are you?”
    The phrase “sissy cum slut” made him
tremble. How could she know? Being forced to admit it to this
gorgeous woman was far too much at this moment.
    “I'm not a sissy,” he whispered, swallowing
hard. He had practiced the speech before, preparing to tell his
Mistress. “I just like panties.”
    Miss Hodge hopped off the table and
announced, “Well, if you're not a sissy, then it's time we called
the police. I'm sure they'll know what to do.”
    “No!” he pleaded. “OK, you're right, I'm a
sissy cum slut,” he repeated her words exactly and saying them out
loud made his little penis thump in his boy underwear.
    “Now you're just saying it to get out of the
consequences, Mr. Moore,” her voice was sharp and made every nerve
tingle.
    “No, I'm not,” he stuttered, “what do I have
to do to prove it to you?” he asked, accepting his fate. There was
no other way to avoid something that would bring his whole world
down around him.
    She clicked in the heels as she walked
behind him.
    “Get undressed, Mr. Moore.”
    His hands shook, but he complied,
unbuttoning and unzipping everything until he stood, naked and
trembling before this she-devil that made his