KathrynLocksley
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Under Everyday Clothes
🕑 Added 2024-02-16 18:00:04 +0000 UTCA fun little femdom romp made possible by a commission!
All participants are enthusiastically consenting and, of course, over 18. Although there's family around, no participants are related to each other.
Siobhan is pronounced "Shuh-VON," if you're wondering :)
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“Conner, could you pass me the pretzels over there?” Siobhan’s mother asked, pointing to a shopping bag filled with all manner of party foods.
I was helping her out in the kitchen while Siobhan and her father entertained the rest of the guests around the pool patio.
It wasn’t the first time I’d been invited to my girlfriend’s parents’ house, but I still felt a strong urge to make a good impression, especially given the sort of family reunion vibe going on at this particular event.
It wasn’t officially called a family reunion, but there were aunts and uncles and cousins everywhere you looked, and even if it wasn’t intended that way, there was an unshakable feeling of a tryout, a chance to determine whether I could someday be classified as part of that family.
As such, I reached for the pretzels with a little bit of extra flourish, bringing my arm around in an arc like an illusionist as I leaned over the bag.
Right when I was extended to my most precarious position, the remote-controlled plug wedged deep in my ass suddenly activated, sending out deep, powerful thrums of vibration.
Startled, I threw the bag up in the air and just barely managed to catch it to my chest with a crunch.
I held it out to Siobhan’s mom in one hand, steadying myself against the counter with the other, all the flourish gone out of me.
“Are you all right?” she asked me.
“Mm-hmm,” I answered, every part of my body clamping down around the dirty little secret inside me.
It was still vibrating, forcing a near-instant erection, which was trapped in the uncomfortable downward position in my pants, in addition to the even more uncomfortable position of being in the same room with my girlfriend’s mother.
“You’re white as a sheet,” she said, taking a step closer and reaching out, ready to examine me as if she were my own mother.
In my right mind, that might have been a nice sign of how she was growing to see me. At this moment, it made things so much worse.
I stepped away, maintaining the distance.
She glanced down, noticing how awkwardly, cautiously, I was moving my legs, and said, “The bathroom is… well, you know where it is,” she said, gesturing.
She must have thought — I hoped she thought — that I was dealing with a very different sort of embarrassing situation, but I couldn’t hang around and think about how embarrassed to be about that.
I took the out and shuffled down the hallway toward the bathroom, which was thankfully the same direction as the backyard. The same direction as Siobhan.
A couple of other family members whose names I didn’t have the wherewithal to remember right now squeezed past me along the way, and it was almost impossible to convince myself that they were unaware of what was happening inside me.
The vibration didn’t feel subtle at all to me, where it was right now, tickling my prostate and resonating against my tailbone, but we’d tested it, I reminded myself. We’d tested it so thoroughly. No one could hear it from the outside.
And the same stiff tightness around the crotch that was making my clothing so uncomfortable right now was also probably making me look flat as a priest in church to anyone who happened to look.
No one knew.
No one knew, except…
There she was.
Siobhan stepped in from the back yard before I had to go looking for her, and stood in the doorway in front of me, looking like the answer to all things.
Like a goddess.
Like a gorgeous, smug terror of a goddess.
By the particular sparkle in her eyes, I guessed that she’d already had a couple beers, and she’d obviously been swimming.
Her long, blonde hair was hanging in damp tresses over the top of her rose red bikini. The fabric was held together with ornamental knots, and the way it cupped her large breasts always reminded me of a present that demanded you take your time unwrapping it.
She had a towel wrapped around her waist, and her purse hung casually from one hand. The remote had to be in there. There was nowhere else she could be holding it. Unless she had someone else holding it for her… but Siobhan wouldn’t do that to me.
The vibrations were doing mad things to my thinking.
“Hey.” She smiled and tossed her hair innocently, as if she were just like everyone else, wandering around without the slightest inkling of what was happening to me. “Are you ready to come outside? Because we’re about to—”
I grabbed her hand and tugged her toward the stairs, out of the way of further party traffic.
“Woah, all right, what—”
“Turn it off,” I whispered. “Please.”
Siobhan dropped the act and reached a hand into her purse, as she walked with me.
The vibrations mercifully stopped, and I was able to walk more or less normally, although the erection would take more time to quiet down.
I led her all the way up to her old bedroom on the second floor, and closed the door behind us.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, only half teasing now.
She wasn’t denying knowing what she’d done, only knowing what was wrong with it.
And here, behind a reassuringly closed door, still hard and faced with the sight of Siobhan in a wet bikini, I was suddenly having a difficult time putting my finger on the answer to that myself.
“I was helping your mom,” I tried to form the argument aloud before it dissipated completely, like a whisp of smoke.
“I know,” said Siobhan. “It was sweet of you.”
“She was looking right at me when….”
“When I pressed the button on the remote you gave me?” Siobhan continued for me. “For the plug you wanted to wear tonight?”
“I…” I faltered and mumbled the rest. “I was thinking it would be more for maybe playing in the car, or slipping away together….”
“Well, we’re slipped away together now.” Siobhan smiled indulgently.
Now that she was satisfied I wasn’t hurt, or suffering some unintended consequence she didn’t know about, all the doubt was gone from her face, and she was back to full teasing again.
“Aww, sweetie, was it really that bad?” she asked, stepping forward to stroke my chin, and pinch my ass through my clothes. “It’s just an itty-bitty baby plug, and I was only using the second setting. You can take that, can’t you?”
“She could tell something was happening,” I said, embracing the whining that I could feel entering my voice. Siobhan was the one taking the lead today, so I didn’t have to be quite as diligent about being sensible and in control as I would if it were my turn.
“You couldn’t hold the feelings in all the way?” Siobhan asked, still groping my ass.
I shook my head.
“And you didn’t like that?” she went on. “It didn’t make you just a teeny little bit excited, having to lie to her, wondering if you might get caught?”
I started to shake my head again, but that wouldn’t have been entirely honest, so I said, “She’s your mom. What she knows… it could matter.”
“So, what you’re telling me is that you don’t want me to be ruthlessly teasing and distracting you with that thing all night long, all through dinner and charades and water polo and the latest updates on how so-and-so is enjoying retirement?” Siobhan asked, keeping one hand on my ass, and reaching the other one down to my crotch, expertly finding the downward-bent head of my cock, which had still not quite calmed down.
I nodded. “That’s what I’m telling you.”
“I see.” Siobhan shrugged thoughtfully. “Then maybe I should just get it all out of my system at once. What do you think?”
Laughter echoed up through the floor and in through the window that faced the back yard, the party continuing not too far away.
Was there a chance of them hearing us too? How soon would someone come looking? My stomach fluttered at the possibilities.
Siobhan reached back into her purse and pulled out one of my favorite things in the world: a fluffy pink collar with a thick buckle.
The collar only came out when one of our soft, casual little power games was about to get less casual for a while. When one of us chose to wear that collar, it meant we fully belonged to the other one.
“I promise,” said Siobhan, “when we’re done, I’ll leave the plug off all night. Well, at least until we leave.”
I thought for a moment, and Siobhan sighed.
“Or you could always just take it out,” she said. “If you’re that scared.”
I guess I must not have been, because that last option didn’t appeal at all.
“Can we lock the door?” I asked.
Siobhan sighed. “Fine. If you insist.”
She turned the little latch in the knob of the bedroom door and reached up to place the collar around my neck.
I turned around to make it easy for her to fasten the buckle.
When she finished with it, she kissed my shoulder.
“I love seeing you this way, darling,” she whispered, and another wave of vibration buzzed through me, many times more powerful than the last one.
My knees buckled under me, and I dropped down onto them.
Staying vertical was just not a priority among all that my muscles and nervous system suddenly had to contend with. Tingles of arousal spread outward, not just to my cock but through my whole body, bright enough to blind other senses.
Even though I knew how discreet the plug actually was, I could have sworn a person would be able to touch my hand, or my foot, or the top of my head, and feel the vibrations all the way from there.
“Aw, you really are pretty sensitive, aren’t you?” said Siobhan, stroking the hair on my tingling scalp. “No wonder you couldn’t handle yourself downstairs. That’s okay, baby. Sensitive is the new strong. It makes a lot of things so much more fun.”
My cock was back to struggling almost painfully against my clothes, and I reached down, just to adjust myself a little.
Siobhan smacked my hand away and pulled it behind me, followed by the other one.
“Mine now,” she said, simply, and rummaged in her purse for a moment.
Soon, I felt one of my other favorite objects in the world close around my left wrist, and my right.
Though I couldn’t see it from this angle, I knew it was a pair of fluffy love cuffs, almost a match for the collar, but in a slightly more vibrant shade of pink. They were nicely cushioned, but strong. I had struggled against them with all my strength on many an occasion, and never damaged either them or me.
“I’ll be the one taking your clothes off,” Siobhan said, crouching down beside me and unfastening my pants. “That way, I can make sure your special ones stay on.”
She tugged the pants carefully but firmly down to my ankles, leaving everything else in place.
By my “special” clothes, Siobhan meant the baby-blue lace panties and stockings I’d elected to wear under my everyday clothes today. They were another little secret thrill that had seemed like the easiest thing in the world to keep secret when I’d gotten dressed at home.
All I had to do was say no to swimming, and there was no reason for anyone here to see me undress.
Now, with the sunset light streaming in through Siobhan’s old bedroom window, it was easy to imagine the party-goers catching a glimpse of me. It was only the angle of the second-story room, and the fact that Siobhan had not ordered me to stand directly next to the window, that was keeping me safe for now.
“I can’t get over how cute you look in these!” said Siobhan, running her fingers up the thin stockings, over the bare strip of skin at the top, to the lace trim of the panties.
“Nor can I,” I managed to say through the mind-addling vibrations, stretching out my legs and looking down at myself. The look always gave me a thrill, both the transgressiveness of it and how gratifyingly well I could pull it off.
“Mm,” said Siobhan. “You’re even cuter when they’re all nice and tight and scratchy like this. Just like they’re supposed to be. Beauty is pain. Every little girl knows that. I love getting to teach it to you too.”
The panties were definitely uncomfortably tight right now, not because they weren’t well made or a good fit, they were, but they were never meant to accommodate a raging erection. It was straining the lacy, barely-elastic material to its limits.
Siobhan straightened up, sat down on the little twin bed that still held place of pride in this vacant room, and grabbed me by the collar.
“Come here, you still need to be punished for sulking at me.”
Without my hands, I couldn’t do much to lift myself up onto her lap where she wanted me. I could only follow along as she lifted and dragged me across her knees. The brief pressure on my throat further intensified the sensation of the vibrations pulsing through me, and the tightness of the panties.
Once I was in position, Siobhan ran her fingers lightly over my ass, stroking the outer areas of the cheeks exposed by the high cut panties.
Then she worked her way inward, over the fabric, to the base of the plug, and pushed.
I felt a recklessly loud moan escape from my mouth as the vibrations hit deeper and more unyieldingly inside me.
“You really thought you had a right to be upset with me earlier, didn’t you?” Siobhan asked, in her softest mocking tone.
I shrugged, embarrassed. “Maybe.”
Siobhan spanked me on one ass cheek, sending another flash of extra concentrated vibrations through me.
“That was very, very spoiled of you,” she said.
I could only groan in response.
She spanked me again on the other cheek.
“For a moment,” she said, with another smack, still alternating sides, “you sounded like one of those slutty boys,” smack, “who goes around begging every woman he sees,” smack, “to fuck him,” smack, “and then tries to make her feel bad,” smack, “for giving him exactly what he asked for.”
Smack.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“Good.”
She stroked my skin softly for a few seconds, cupped my ass in a tight, possessive grip, and then spanked it again.
“You could never be one of those boys, could you, sweetie?”
“Never,” I agreed.
“You’d better never.”
She pulled down the back of my panties to give herself clearer access, keeping my erection trapped in the front.
“This…” she spanked me harder, faster, without even the thin barrier of lace to blunt the sting of skin on skin, “is to make sure… you remember to never… be… that… boy!”
“Never,” I promised more fervently.
She pressed on the base of the vibrating plug again, and while she held it deep, the vibrations changed from a constant buzz to a rapid pulsing.
“You wouldn’t want me to take your toy away, would you?” she asked sweetly.
“No,” I answered, feeling almost paralyzed by arousal, and the sensations pulsing through me, continuing to build it.
“You wouldn’t want me to give you back the remote, and tell you to manage your own timing and settings from now on?”
“No!”
“How sad and boring would that be for you? Knowing that it’s just a dead hunk of metal in your ass, with no one on the other end? That it will never move, without you having to tell it to?”
“Very boring,” I acknowledged.
“So, when you ask me to keep you on edge, to keep things surprising, and I do that for you, that’s me doing you a favor, isn’t it?”
“Mm-hmm,” I moaned, shifting in her lap without meaning to, rubbing my lace-confined cock against her damp towel below me. It didn’t help much, but I couldn’t stop.
“And the correct response to someone doing you a favor would be…?”
“Thank you,” I answered meekly.
“Good boy.” Siobhan pulled the back of my panties back up into place with a snap. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson. You can lie down now.”
I couldn’t, really, on my own, but Siobhan helped hoist me off her lap and onto the bed itself.
Those swimming muscles of hers were no joke.
She rolled me onto my back, with my cuffed hands pinned under me, and finally, slowly, pulled the front of my panties down and let my cock stand free at its full height.
“Aww, look at you, all hard and dripping,” she said. “You soaked right through your panties!”
“I’m not… surprised,” I panted, trying to pace my breath with the pulses of the plug. “You got me really, really going.”
“I didn’t hear you. Was that another thank you?” Siobhan put a hand to her ear, expectantly.
“Thank you,” I said.
Siobhan nodded approvingly and teased her fingers along my shaft, not quite touching me, not in the good way, more appraising me.
She lifted up the edge of the precum-soaked panties she’d just pulled down, and let them snap lightly back down against my balls.
“I don’t think you’re going to be able to fit back into these, do you?”
I shook my head.
“Well, I can’t let you go back downstairs looking like this,” she said. “Maybe I should tell mom and dad that you’re not feeling well, and you needed to lie down for a while. You could rest in here for the evening, until I come back for you.”
I shook my head again.
“Of course, the door doesn’t lock from the outside,” she said thoughtfully. “And I doubt you’ll be able to get it locked after I leave with your hands cuffed behind you. So, you’d just have to hope that no one other than me comes in to check on you, and finds you all chained up, wearing sweet girly lingerie, with a big, swollen, drippy erection you can’t get rid of.”
She wouldn’t let that happen to me, but again, the vibrations were interfering with my ability to think.
I started to protest. Another quick setting change interrupted what lucidity I had left, filling me with slower but even more powerful pulses.
We had to be close to the highest setting by now. I’d thought we’d already been there.
“Or,” Siobhan sighed, and let herself smile. “I suppose I could do something about this.”
She finally brought her hand to the head of my cock, and slid her fingers lightly down the underside, spreading the slick precum over my skin as she went.
I would have shivered at her touch if it weren’t for all the other tremors running through me. Or maybe I did, and I just couldn’t tell.
“Do it,” I managed to say.
Siobhan removed the towel from around her waist, tossed it across the end of the bedframe, and climbed up on the bed with me, straddling me low, her powerful bare legs wrapped around my stocking-clad ones. She took my cock in her hand again and gave it a squeeze and a couple full strokes.
“Is this what you want, sweetheart?” she asked.
I nodded, arching my back to move myself in her grip a little more.
“You want me to jerk you off in my old, little girl bed, all over your best baby blue panties, in the middle of a family gathering?” she asked, sliding her hand slowly, methodically up and down.
“Yes, please,” I begged.
“You want me to be very rude, and keep ignoring all the other guests, just so you can cum?”
“Please,” I repeated.
“You really want me to stop your fun little game early, and make you too tired and satisfied for me to tease all night?”
“Yes, please, I can’t wait!”
“How’s that little plug feeling inside you right now?” she asked, still pumping in that same slow rhythm.
“Like I’m going mad,” I said. “It’s been on for so long.”
“Oh, has this felt like a long time to you?” asked Siobhan, clicking her tongue. “Poor baby. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”
Letting go of me for the moment, she untied the functional knots of her bikini top, so that the ornamental fabric twists fell away as well.
She leaned down and wrapped her freed breasts around my cock, enveloping me in an ocean of soft, warm cleavage.
I thrusted into it as best I could, arching my back over my tied hands.
Swinging one leg off of me, she inched her way up the bed, sliding her breasts up the length of my cock and off the end, leaving it momentarily alone and straining in the air again.
Then her hand was on me again, pumping harder and faster, no longer teasing.
Her breasts hung freely above my face, and when I reached out my tongue to touch one of her nipples, she lowered it to my mouth, so that I could play with it comfortably with my head resting on the blankets.
I flicked my tongue back and forth until I felt the nipple harden, and then settled into a comfy sucking rhythm, which slipped in and out of synchronization with the rhythms of her hand and the pulses inside me.
“That’s it, sweetie,” she said, stroking my hair with her free hand. “Show my tits how much you appreciate them.”
I sucked a little harder.
The sun had almost fully set now, and the light in the room was dusky. The party outside had gotten a little louder. Someone was commenting on the prettiness of the cake someone else had brought.
Siobhan’s hand left my hair for a brief moment, and the pulses inside me shifted one last time.
This was it, the highest setting, both fast with its pulses and ruthlessly powerful.
“Oh god,” I moaned out loud against Siobhan’s breast. With her hand on my cock, the sensation from the plug was mostly pleasure, rather than discomfort or frustration, but the intensity was overwhelming.
“Shh,” said Siobhan. “Be a good boy. Don’t be heard. Don’t be seen. Just lie there and enjoy it.”
I took her nipple back into my mouth, and then sucked in more of the flesh beyond, using her as a gag, trying desperately to stifle the sounds still trying to escape out of me.
“Where are Siobhan and her beau, by the way?” someone asked quite clearly, from near the back porch.
I tensed up and knew that Siobhan could feel it.
“Shh,” she whispered again. “They’re not going to think what we’re doing is okay.”
My heart beat faster.
“But I’m telling you it is,” Siobhan went on. “What matters more, what they say or what I say?”
“You,” I murmured almost inaudibly through my mouthful of breast.
“Good,” said Siobhan. “Because I’m telling you that you’re adorable. And I’m telling you to stay hard and wet and cum for me.”
“I might have seen them go upstairs,” said someone else, very close, probably in the stairwell. “Should we send a search party?”
I made what noise I was capable of, asking Siobhan to say something, either to let me know if we really did need to stop, or to assure me again that we didn’t.
“The sooner you cum,” she whispered, “the sooner I can let you cover up.”
I closed my eyes and thought about that. I thought about lying here in cute baby blue lingerie, with my everyday clothes at the ready to hide it all away again with no one the wiser.
I did my best to give myself over to the power of the plug’s vibrations, and Siobhan’s hand, bringing me ever closer to an inevitable, explosive, ecstatic conclusion.
All I had to do was lie here.
Was that a footstep on the stairs? Or just a creaky floorboard somewhere in the kitchen?
I was going to make such a mess when it happened, and then what? How much longer would it take us to clean up? How thoroughly could we do it?
The building pleasure and pressure inside me wove together with wild visions of Siobhan’s mother examining this room with a blacklight later. Of me having to spend the rest of the evening explaining away an extremely suspicious new splatter stain up the front of the shirt I was still wearing.
Siobhan kept pumping, not seeming at all concerned.
“That’s my good boy,” she whispered. “You’ve got them all fooled for me. They all think you’re my normal, boring, respectable boyfriend, and they’re going to keep thinking that. But we both know the truth. You’re a sweet little freak inside, and I get to play with him whenever I want.”
She reached her free hand under me to press on the plug again. The slightest extra pressure overrode what acclimating I’d been able to do, completely overtaking my body with the intensity of the sensation.
“Cum for me now, cutie pie,” said Siobhan.
Too late for what-ifs. This was it.
I started to moan into Siobhan’s breast, but just as the wave really hit me, her breast disappeared from my mouth, and I had to turn my head in the hope of muffling the sound against the bedding.
Siobhan leaned over fast, her damp hair cascading over both sides of my hips, and caught the very tip of my cock between her lips, just in time to suck down the evidence, before it could hit any incriminating surfaces.
It felt like there must be so much of it, and at high velocity too, as one orgasmic contraction after another rocked through my pelvis, sending dizzy shockwaves out through the rest of my body.
Still working her hand gently up and down, coaxing the orgasm out to its fullest length and depth, Siobhan captured every last drop, unfazed.
When the rush finally stopped, leaving me resting exhausted on top of my cuffed hands and the base of my buzzing plug, Siobhan gave the tip of my cock a sweet parting kiss, and reached into her purse.
The buzzing of the toy stopped at last.
Panting with relief, I just lay there, basking in the residual sensations, while Siobhan went to the trouble of rolling me to the side, uncuffing my hands, pulling my panties back up into place, and, finally, unbuckling the pink collar from around my neck.
“Fun?” she asked, now in the only slightly teasing tone of my girlfriend, rather than my owner.
“Fun,” I confirmed with an emphatic sigh.
There was a brisk knock at the locked bedroom door.
“We’ll be right down!” Siobhan called out.
I froze in the ominous silence that followed.
The word “we,” and the happiness in Siobhan’s tone, ruled out a lot of the innocent reasons she might be in her room with the door locked at the moment.
After a long pause, Siobhan’s mom sighed in the hallway. “Honestly, you two still act like a couple of hormonal eighteen-year-olds sometimes.” She sighed again, without disguising a hint of amusement. “Well, enjoy it while you can, I suppose. We’ll see you downstairs in five minutes.”
And then she was gone, no doubt imagining that she knew the sum total of our secrets.
And nothing terrible had happened.
Siobhan burst out laughing as soon as the coast was clear, and I couldn’t help joining her, as I pulled my pants up over my stockings, my panties, and my quiet but still present plug, to face the world.
