Saturday, December 25, 2010
“From now on, whenever you meet a girl, especially a pretty girl, you are to tell her you are wearing panties within the first few minutes of the conversation. You don’t have to be weird about it, but you could mention, how happy you are about the panties you have on, and ask her where she buys her panties.”
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Miss BR looks a little like this, only cuter, with shaggier hair and darker coloring. She’s only twenty, but has read many books already and has a breathy, soft voice that sounds both innocent and clever. She’ll stand in an oversize sweater and just the way she moves her shoulders makes you wish you could be her friend forever. But Miss D has other plans. Recently she and Miss C informed her thoroughly about who Panties really is. Miss D told her about Panties’ menstruation and date panties and how Panties had to recite panty poetry and dance in a tutu at her coming out party. (“And she doesn’t have a penis!” exclaimed Miss C.) Miss BR was delighted at the prospect of Panties in her Maid’s uniform scrubbing the floor on her hands and knees. She said with a whispery smile and to Miss D’s great amusement: “Who needs a vacuum cleaner, when you have Panties to crawl around picking up dirt?” She liked the idea of Panties wearing bloomers to keep her panties from showing when she bends over. (“Maybe a light blue, no, hot pink!”) Miss D told her she can use Panties however she wants and that Panties had been told to obey her. Most recently, Miss D spoke to Panties about some new rules: “From now on, whenever I come in the room, you are to curtsy or bow to me. You are to do the same with Miss C and Miss BR.” Panties cannot imagine how it is to be close to this interesting girl, what it is like to sit drinking wine, joking, and enjoying the company of this interesting girl. Instead she will learn to make her bed and cook her meals.