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The following is a true account of a session of lovemaking with my girlfriend. The following is also poorly written, all in all a piece of junk and not worth your time and I know it, so save your flames for the spammers.
Diary of a Bra Fetishist
March 23,1996
I told Karen I would refill our wine glasses, and then we'll go to bed. As I got up, Karen said that she'd meet me in bed. I went to fill the glasses, and paused a minute to allow her to prepare, if she wished to prepare, in any way.
I took the glasses and went upstairs to the bedroom. Karen lay in bed, waiting. I put the glasses on the nightstand, and leaned over to kiss her, wrapping a hand over her wrist, letting her know viscerally who was boss; who was dominant. As we kissed, and as I pinned her arm to the bed, she melted into submission, and moaned softly as her submissive streak was thrilled. Karen has a serious submissive streak and that, coupled by the intensity of her love towards me allows me to fully explore my fetishes.
I stood up, and undressed. Karen was wearing a tan underwire bra and purple panties. I knew the bra well, it was a Bali underwire bra, size 40D, with a little bow at the front, and a back hook. The cups had these little floral patterns to reinforce its femininity. I lay beside her and wrapped my arm around her shoulders, drawing her close to me. I drew her head to my breast, positioning her mouth to my nipple, and she began to suckle. As she sucked, I began to fondle her 40D bra.
She continued to suck, and I guided her hands to my crotch. She began to stroke my cock, intensifying my arousal.
"Ask me if I want to wear women's underwear" I said.
"Do you want to women's underwear? Do you want to wear my bra? Do you want to feel the bra straps over your shoulders?" She knew the drill well. I gently pushed her towards my crotch, and she moved to take my cock into her mouth, but I prevented her for the moment. I cupped her face in my hands, positioning her mouth inches from my cock, and she looked at me, lips parted, awaiting my command. I love the moment just before she takes my cock into her mouth, the moment where we both know that she is going to suck my cock soon, suck it like I want it sucked, for as long as I wanted it sucked. I moved her head over my cock, and watched as her lips encircled the tip.
I put the palm of my hand over one of her cheeks. "Suck on it. Suck on my cock," I commanded. And she did. I could feel and see the sucking motions, I could see her cheeks alternately move inward from the pressure, then relax as she literally sucked on my cock. "Let me hear you suck on my cock," I said as I lay back and closed my eyes. Karen knows how to suck on a cock so that the noises are intensified, but never ridiculously so. She makes sure that the noises are there, and are obviously the noises of a cock being fellated by a woman's mouth. I lay back in exquisite pleasure, feeling and hearing the sucking.
I opened my eyes and looked at her, cock in mouth. She was positioned perfectly to give me excellent access to her bra, to the sides, back hook, straps and hardware of her brassiere. As she continued playing with my cock with her mouth, lips and tongue, I fondled and played with her bra, and the breasts encased in her bra. I have always been incredibly fascinated by bras; how they are made, what they represent, how they feel. I hooked my fingers under the bra band in the back, and ran them under the band, pulling the band and the attached straps away from her body. For several minutes as she sucked, I let my fingers play with her bra straps, her strap adjustments, and the back hooks of her bra. If there was ever a woman who needed to wear a bra, it was Karen. And we both knew that her bras were my bras, and that whenever I wanted, she would actually put this bra, any bra, on me. She knew I was incredibly fetishistic towards women's underwear, and would indulge my fetishes and fantasies in any way I desired, she loved me that much and is that submissive.
I let her know that the sucking should end, and that I wanted her in my arms. She moved up, I wanted to kiss her, I wanted to kiss the lips that had just moments ago so thoroughly sucked on my cock. Our tongues played, my tongue tasting faintly the pre-cum on her tongue. My lips, kissing the lips of my wonderful cock sucker. I reached for her wrist and pinned it to the bed; I knew she loved to be taken; and she let out a contented moan.
I know that if our wonderful style of lovemaking is to continue, I must make sure she is satisfied. By now, she knows that if she fully indulges my fantasies and fetishes, that I will become so hot and so turned on that she will come at least three times.
It was time for her to come. As I kept her arm pinned to the bed, I moved my other hand to her crotch, and touched her vulva, her vulva covered with the panty crotch. I began to rub her off through her panties. In short order, she had her first orgasm, I let go of her arm and we embraced. After a moment, I moved her mouth to my nipple, she began to suck and my fingers found her bra again. I played with her bra for a moment, and she took the initiative. I had trained her well.
"Do you want to wear women's underwear? Do you want to wear my bra? Do you want to wear a bra... like a WOMAN? Do you want to wear a bra and panties like a woman?" Oh yes, she knew the key words I liked to hear. I had trained her well; she knew I liked to be reminded verbally, by a woman, that I was very much into dressing 'like a WOMAN'. I began to masturbate. She continued.
"Do you like to wear women's underwear? Do you like to wear a bra and panties like a woman? Do you like to wear a bra and panties like a REAL woman? Do you want to wear MY bra and panties?" My stroking picked up as she talked, and her one hand cupped my balls as the other positioned itself at the head of my cock, palm up, making it clear that she was ready to catch my cum in her hand and feed it to me if I so desired.
What I was about to do, I am not proud of, and I decided to blindfold her so to ease my embarrassment. I found one of my cheaper ties and used it as a blindfold, wrapping it twice around her eyes. By now I have become quite good at tying a tie as a blindfold and I tied it securely. I then moved toward the middle of the bed, and told her I wanted her on top. I love having her on top and fucking, not so much because I like being on my back when I fuck (like a woman) but that it gives me perfect access to her bra and breasts accompanied by tremendous stimulation. She moved over me and inserted my cock, beginning the fucking motions. I reached up with both hands, and grasped the straps of her bra, playing with it, letting my hands move down under the underwires of the bra containing her immense breasts. I observed one side of her bra for a perfect view of a cup, a D cup fully filled with her breast. As she continued fucking, I said, "Ask me if I want to wear your bra". And she did.
"Do you want to wear my bra? Do you want to wear THIS bra, or do you want me to get up and find another bra for you to wear?" I was in heaven as her tremendous breasts encased in the bra were inches from my face. I was aware as never before about the nature of breasts, about bras, and why women wear bras. And I wanted to, I HAD to wear the bra she had on at that moment, the bra she had shown me so well and demonstrated how well it contained her mammaries. She continued: "Do you want to feel the bra straps over your shoulders? Will it help you to feel... FEMININE?" I moaned audibly. She used the word 'feminine', knowing from experience that it was a key word to me, one which drove me wild, and a word I never tired of hearing. I reached around her back and played with the bra band, and fingered the back hooks. I unhooked the bra and holding the ends, one in each hand, extended them away from her body. The hooks and eyes were in my hands, the hooks and eyes that would soon meet behind my back. I pulled the bra away from her body, exposing her breasts. She reached for the bra and I pulled it away, making it clear that I didn't want to wear it... just yet. She continued her fucking motions as I held the bra in all its glory before my eyes. I then put the cups up to her breasts again, nicely filling them, reminding me how well the bra fulfilled its purpose of managing a voluptuous woman's breasts. I removed the bra from her breasts yet again, and put it in her hands. With little trouble she maneuvered the bra, preparing to put it on me. Once acclimated, she reversed the bra and took my left hand, placing it through a strap. Still fucking, I gave her my other hand, which was soon in the opposite strap, then the bra found its way up my arms and to my chest. She pulled the bra by the sides tightly over my breasts as she increased the rate and vigor of her fucking motions. The bra was halfway on; I could wait no longer and wanted it fully on. I forcibly cast her off me and to my side, then leaned forward. She knew what I wanted. She knew that even though I was very able to clasp a bra behind my back with some skill, that I wanted HER to hook the bra.
Slowly, deliciously, as I leaned forward with her behind me she reached in front of me and fingered the underwires of the bra I was to wear, and pulled it down a bit, positioning it perfectly. Then her fingers traversed the bra band, finding the back hooks, pulling it taught, and soon the first of the three pairs of hooks and eyes found home. As she worked, I looked down at my chest and at the bra across my chest and let out a contended sigh. Before hooking the remaining three hooks she moved her hands around the bra band, lightly tugging it down, then to the straps, repositioning one which had moved off my shoulder, and making sure that the other was perfectly placed. Then she resumed her work at the hooks and eyes of the bra, hooking the second, the third. She asked me, "Look at it, look at your bra. Is it on properly?" I looked at the bra crossing my chest, and at the straps over my shoulders. As the strap adjustments were not up front but in the back, sadly I could not observe the adjusters. I continued slowly masturbating as she felt my bra, moving it slightly now and again as if to perfect the fit. It was perfectly fitted, and time to continue.
I lay back, and positioned Karen beside me. I made it clear that I wanted to nurse her, and moved her head towards my breast. She reached up with one hand, pulled the top of the cup down and began to suckle. As she did, I began to masturbate with renewed vigor. I decided that it was time to school her in another phrase, a phrase she was to learn and use again without my prodding. I said "Ask me if this bra is feminine enough for me, or if I would like to wear a bra with more lace."
Karen said "Is this bra FEMININE enough for you? Would you like to wear a bra with more lace?" It was true, I preferred white bras with lace, but yes, this bra was feminine enough for me. I knew very well that it was HER bra that I was wearing, and had played with it as she wore it before me, and examined very well how the bra I was wearing contained her 40D breasts to perfection. I told her to ask me again, reinforcing the phrase so she would not forget it. She asked me again: "Is this bra feminine enough for you? Do you want me to find a bra with more lace for you to wear?" I was mad with lust, and moved up to mount her. Soon I was inside her, fucking her as I wore her bra. She reached up and played with the bra straps, making me feel fully the straps and the band of the bra as we fucked. On her own initiative, she sultrily asked me, "Do you want to wear my panties? Will that help you feel feminine? Do you want to feel the panties over your ass, while you wear my bra and fuck me?" That did the trick, and I began fucking her like a madman, like a jackhammer. In short order she orgasmed, and I dismounted from my sex slave.
As sexy and as feminine as her panties were, I wanted to wear panties even sexier, even more feminine. I knew the pair of panties I wanted to wear, and I told her not to budge as I retrieved them. The panties I was to wear are Bali hi-cut, nylon, with lace detailing the front of the leg openings. The elastic waist band has those little loops, about eight to the inch or so, which I find so delightfully feminine. I have worn those panties before, and they feel wonderful over my ass, over my pantied ass. They have a cotton crotch inside, nylon on the outside, and I love looking at myself in the mirror when I wear them, observing the double-fabric panty crotch over my ass; such a feminine look. These were the panties I was to wear.
After retrieving them, I went back to the bed where my slave Karen awaited. I resumed the nursing position, and she resumed her sucking. Panties in hand, I ran them over her body, then held them up, examining them, reaffirming how feminine the panties were. I put the panties in her hand, and told her to tease me with them. She began by cupping my balls with the panties, then running them over my body, and then over my face. Then she showed me that she had learned a new trick all on her own, and stuffed a little of the panties in my mouth, then resumed massaging my body with the nylon panties. She asked me, "Do you want me to put these panties on you? Do you want me to put these WOMEN'S PANTIES on you? Will that make you feel so feminine?" I indicated that yes, that would be a good idea.
Still blindfolded, I knew it would not be easy for her to panty me, so I helped her. "The panties have a back label that goes on the inside," I advised her. She leaned forward, panties in hand, and began examining the panties with her hands, finding the back tab, and preparing to put them on me. I thoroughly enjoyed watching her fondle the panties, knowing that she was preparing to put women's panties on me. Completing her acclimation, she leaned over to my feet, then put one leg opening over my foot, then the other. I continued masturbating as she slowly pulled them up my thighs, my eyes observing in lust and disbelief.
"You're wondering when I'll pull them up, when you will feel your balls and cock in these panties," she said. The panties were almost up, the double fabric crotch of the panties inches from my balls, then she took the crotch and pressed it against my balls, lightly massaging them. Still prone, I raised my hips to allow her to finish pantying me. With some regret, I let go of my cock, for I wanted her to fully 'panty' me, then she proceeded to pull the waistband up over my hips. Adjusting the leg openings a bit, then the front of the waistband she thought she was through, but I could feel that the back of the waistband was not as high as it should be, and I kept my ass off the bed. She took the hint, and reached behind me for the back of the waistband of my panties, and pulled it up, then continued to make sure that they were perfectly fitted. I was then fully 'bra'd and pantied', wearing the two main objects of my fetish for women's underwear.
In the mood for another of my rhetorical questions, I said, "Ask me if I like wearing a bra and panties like a WOMAN." She did so, perfectly reciting the phrase to the letter, then I told her to ask me again, and she complied, obedient slave that she is. Then she asked me if I wanted to wear pantyhose, and wear a skirt while she sucked on my cock. This drove me wild; we had done this before, but I could wait no longer and wanted to come.
Karen resumed nursing from me, and cupped my balls in one hand, and positioned her other hand, palm open, on my stomach. This was an old trick of mine; she was making it clear that she would catch my cum in her hand if I so desired. And I did so desire. I wanted to taste my own cum. As I masturbated, I told her, "Ask me if I want to taste cum like a woman."
She asked me, "Do you want to taste cum like a woman?" I told her to ask me again. "Do you want to taste cum like a WOMAN, after her lover has cum in her mouth? Will that make you feel like a woman? Will that make you feel so feminine, tasting cum like a woman, wearing a bra and panties?" I was whacking furiously, I would not last long, I knew. She continued sucking, and I imagined that I was a nursing mother, suckling my child as I stroked myself.
In short order, I was on the verge, and she knew it. She took her open palm, and positioned it at the head of my cock, making a perfect vessel for my semen. I came, spewing jets of hot cum in her hand, and she caught most of it, waiting patiently for the throbbing to subside. When it did, she moved her hand to my mouth, turned her palm towards my open mouth, and pressed it against my lips. I licked her palm, cleaning her hand completely, tasting the semen, then we then lay back as I reveled in the afterglow.