I really enjoyed my little sojourn into town yesterday. It proved very fruitful, and I emptied my aching balls into a very nice little shop assistant. And picked up some nice knickers as well. I may well be back to buy lingerie on a more regular basis.

Today it seems that I am able to get out into the summer air for a nice relaxing solo walk and picnic.

I’ve changed out of my suit into something a little more casual – knee length shorts and loose t-shirt with “Taxmen – We don’t just raise taxes” emblazoned on it. I pick up a small duffel bag into which I stuff some french bread, brie, ham, dijon mustard and bottle of wine (2007 Ken Forrester Chenin Blanc – I try not to touch the Chablis – she counts the bottles), a book (Douglas Adams – So Long and Thanks for all the Fish – Very amusing), and a towel (you have to know where your towel is!). So armed, I stride out into the countryside. After a good half hour of crossing fields and streams, avoiding cow pats, and mad horses I find a nice little spot under some trees, out of the sun, just near a small clear stream. It is wooded on my side of the stream, the sunlight just speckling the ground as it fights its way through the leaves. On the other side is a field in which the grass has grown to just under waist height. I lay out my towel in one of the larger patches of sunshine, and unpack my lunch.

It’s very quiet here, just a few birds singing, the wind rustling through the trees and the soft tinkling sound of the stream as is rushes over the shallow pebble bed. I settle down in the soft sunlight with my back against a tree, a brie, ham and mustard baguette, glass of Chenin Blanc and my book. Once I have finished off my repast, I start to nod off whilst reading, suddenly waking as my head drops, so I spread out the towel and lie down. I continue reading for a while and then fall asleep. I am not sure how long I was sleeping, but am awakened by giggling.

“I’m not sure we should be doing this, Sarah”, says one voice

“Oh, but come on, Bets, it’ll be fun”, says someone I assume must be Sarah, “it doesn’t mean anything, and it’ll be our secret”

“But what would David say if he found out?”, says Bets.

“He’s not going to find out, is he. And anyway, even if he did, I bet it would just turn him on”.

I like the way this conversation is going, and look around to see if I can spot the protagonists. It seems to be coming from the grass just across the stream from me, but I can’t see anything.

“Maybe you’re right”, is the response, “OK. In for a penny”

Just then a pretty blonde arises from the sea of grass, followed quickly by a very well endowed brunette.

“Come on Betty, let’s start simply, with a kiss”, says the brunette.

She gently takes Betty’s face in her hands, leans over and they start to kiss. Betty is obviously hesitant at first, but as the kiss continues, she becomes more confident. The passion builds up and Sarah grasps Betty’s bottom, a cheek in each hand and squeezes. Neither of them seems to have noticed me there, even though I am no more the 20 yards away on the other side of the stream. They probably cannot see me in the shadow of the trees whilst they are in the full sunlight.

Betty follows Sarah’s lead, lifting Sarah’s light flowery summer dress as she massages her buttocks. Their mouths separate for a moment and I can see their entwined tongues as they lose themselves in each other. Betty lifts her hands behind Sarah, and, getting bolder, pulls down the zipper on the back of Sarah’s Dress. They step apart and Sarah shrugs the straps off her shoulders, the dress disappearing into the grass. Sarah’s full round bosom is braless and she is left wearing a just red bikini bottom. Betty turns and lifts her long blonde hair to allow Sarah to get to the zip on Betty’s dress. This too slips into the grass and I am left with a view of a pair of small, firm, perky nippled tits. Betty is also wearing a bikini bottom, this one sky blue, with bows at the hips where they are tied.

I came out into the countryside to get away from this sort of display, and give my aching cock a rest, but it seems that it is not to be. My dick is starting to stretch the fabric of the french knickers that I have on and so I put a hand down my shorts and straighten myself up a bit. I could (I really should), just pack up and walk away, and leave these two beautiful young girls to get on with it in the privacy that they seem to think that they have. On the other hand, my little me is enjoying the show and I realise that my hand is still down my shorts, not so much rearranging any more but encouraging instead. I don’t try to hide myself, in fact I get a little closer, but the girls are so engrossed in each other that they do not notice as I my shorts drop to the floor and I lean against the tree. I pull down the front of the knickers and take out my todger, slowly wanking as I watch the action. The girls have now sunk to their knees, and Sarah is sucking on Betty’s nipples, I can’t see any lower than waist height because of the grass, but I can see that Sarah’s right hand is obviously busy inside Betty’s bikini bottoms. Betty is massaging Sarah’s large slightly drooping boobs, rubbing the large brown nipples. Slowly, they drop out of site as they sink down into the grass.

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Felix

This week I have been wearing very small white cotton knickers everyday as a punishment for obtaining previously used panties from Miss Hybrid’s laundry basket. I’m not sure I see what the problem is. I take the nice, sometimes slightly damp panties (if I’m quick enough) from the basket and sometime later, return them slightly damper. I may have tripped up when borrowing a clean pair from her panty drawer and returning them to said drawer afterwards. In hindsight, that may have been a mistake.

I have no problem with wearing the panties (in fact, I quite like it), except when I get an erection, which is not an uncommon happenstance here. I mean, you try and control yourself when the maid’s uniforms barely cover anything anyway, they know what you are wearing and they do their damnedest to almost show you everything. The lot of them have become total butterfingers in my presence, managing to drop anything from teaspoons to feather dusters. They always have to turn around before bending over, legs straight and apart, to retrieve the item, resulting in hardening of the trouser area. I keep telling them to “bend your knees, you’ll do you back in like that”, but do they listen? No they do not. Anyway, I was just saying that getting an erection in these tiny white knickers can be a bit of a pain, as I cannot fit in them when at full mast, which, in turn means that it is painfully obvious when I have a stiffy, which, as I said, seems to be most of the time at the moment.

In order to alleviate the predicament, I decided that I would go for a long walk in the afternoon. Maybe some fresh air and lack of pussy and arse being waved in my face may do me some good, and give my todger a bit of a rest. The weather has not been too bad, a bit wet now and then but still reasonably warm and yesterday the sun was out with just a few clouds spotted about and Miss Hybrid was going out to expose herself to the men painting the railings around the pond. What she calls sunbathing. I don’t know how she expects them to get any paint on the railings when she is diddling herself in their full view.

But I digress. Unfortunately for me, she decides that a shopping trip for more panties for me is required. I’m not sure why, I still have 4 left in the pack of 10 that she left me the other day. So around lunchtime, I am ready for the off and am then told to bugger off down to the shops myself, she couldn’t be bothered, it being far too nice in the sun with an ice cold bottle of Chablis. I am told to get another half a dozen or so pairs of varying styles (all white), none of which should be comfortable for me, all of which must be erotic and feminine. She will check my purchases on my return home and they had better be good.

I drive myself into town, wondering where the best place is for me to get some undies that are acceptable to both her lusciousness and me. There is one place that Miss Hybrid uses all the time. They do very nice (if a little expensive) lingerie, and on the plus side, they know me, having been there with her a couple of times in the past. She has an account, so I needn’t worry too much about cost. On the minus side, they know me, especially one of the sales assistants there, a really gorgeous girl in her mid twenties with this fantastic coffee coloured skin (a bit like Miss Hybrid’s riding instructor India) and shapely tits, who I would like to get to know a bit better, if you know what I mean. I decide that that will be the best place to go as I can explain what I need and why without too much embarrassment, so I park the car and quickly make my way to the shop.

A quick look around tells me that Karen (the sales assistant that I was talking about), is indeed on duty, and seems to be the only one free at present. A take a deep breath and putting my best foot forward stride confidently over towards her, only to trip over a discarded hanger and land in a pile at her feet. I look up straight into the silky pink panties under her short pleated skirt. I quickly look away and accept her hand helping me to my feet.

“Sorry about that”, I apologise, “should have been looking where I was going”

“That’s no problem, err Felix, isn’t it? Don’t you usually come here with Miss Hybrid?”

“Yes, that’s right”, I say, “I’m on a mission from her at the moment, as it happens”

“How can I help”, she offers.

“Well, it’s a little delicate”, I explain, “I rather managed to upset her a little last week, and as a consequence, I have been having to wear, errrm”, I pause for a moment.

“Yes…”

“I’ve, errr, been having to wear lady’s under garments, of the panty variety”, I go on quickly, “and I really need to find some that fit a little better”

Karen looks at me again, seemingly not fazed by this at all, as if it were an everyday request.

“I’m sure we can find you something to fit”, she assures me.

“There is just one slight problem”, I say, “they can’t fit too well. My instructions are to come back with half a dozen various pairs, obviously sexy, feminine and, for me at least, uncomfortable”.

“I have a couple of styles in mind that I’m sure Miss Hybrid will be happy to see you in. Come with me”. She takes me by the hand and leads me through to the back into the fitting rooms.

“Take a seat over there”, she indicates a comfortable looking armchair, ”and I’ll bring in some samples for you to see.

She disappears for a moment and then comes back into the room, seemingly empty handed.

I look at her quizzically, at which, she lift the front of her skirt to show me a small silky white triangle of cloth that really enhances the colour of her skin. My jaw drops as I take in the view.

“These are very nice”, she says as she turns around, “they are a g-string, as you can see”.

She bends over and lifts the back of her skirt, showing me the thin string running between her buttocks, and the reverse view of the tiny triangle that doesn’t quite hide her hairless pussy, pink glistening lips attracting my attention.

“What do you think? Do you like what you see?”

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I was just passing Lord B’s room the other day, when the old fart calls me in. He is pretty frail these days and normally has a nurse pandering to his every whim, but it seems that she has gone AWOL for the moment.

“Hey, Felix”, he croaks, “come over here, so I don’t have to shout at you”.

He is seated in a comfortable armchair near the window in his bedroom that overlooks the grounds to the rear of the house. A small occasional table has a half empty glass of port and a smouldering cigar sitting in an ornate ashtray.

I enter the room and cross the floor to where Lord B is sitting.

“Yes, sir. What can I do for you, sir?”, I enquire.

“Bloody nurse seems to have disappeared somewhere, be a good chap and see if you can find her for me would you?”

“Of course, sir”, I reply, ”at once, sir”.

I back out of the room again and carry on down the corridor without any intention of actually carrying out his request. Michelle could be anywhere, and I have enough to do, so can’t really spare the time to go hunting down an errant medico, but I find myself near the old man’s study. It should be easy enough to hunt her down with the CCTV. Anyway, I need to find Jane, and I could kill two birds with one stone this way. I don’t quite get that far as I hear noises coming from one of the large guest bedroom suites and go to investigate. The door is ajar, so I push it a little wider and peek around it. The room appears empty, but I can still hear noises. I enter the room, which is furnished with a chaise longue, and a matching armchair. There is a coffee table in front of the chaise longue and an occasional table next to the armchair. A large flat screen TV adorns the wall that the chairs are facing, and some tasteful if risqué paintings hang from two of the other walls. The fourth wall contains a bay window, which, as with Lord B’s bedroom, looks out onto the grounds at the rear of the manor. In the far corner of the room is a door to the bedroom which is wide open, and I tip toe my way across. The wardrobe that runs across the bedroom from the door is mirrored. Peering into the mirror, I see the nurse bent over the edge of the bed, her short blue nurses dress has been pulled up over her little round arse, divulging white stockings and suspenders and a white g-string. Miss Hybrid has one hand stroking Michelle’s arse cheeks whilst the other is rubbing the tiny white g-string into her crotch. I stand quite still against the open door and continue to watch the scene unfold in the mirror. It’s been a hot day, so Miss H is dressed in a summery yellow dress, light and short, and very obviously no underwear. The nurse moans quietly as the fabric of her panties is pushed into her pussy. Miss H kneels down to one side of her, spreads her arse cheeks wide, leans in and licks her puckered ring. She pulls Michelle’s g-string to the side over one bum cheek, two fingers slipping inside the damp warm cunt. She pops a finger in her mouth and then pushes the wet digit into Michelle’s arsehole.

I do hope you like the first part of my story.

Felix xx

So last week was spent wearing a maid’s uniform with a rabbit tail butt plug up my jacksie. I was pleased to see the back of that until I saw another package on my desk on Monday morning. There was a note attached which read…

Dear Felix,

Once again you have fucked up the simple task of sending out a few emails. This does not make me look good, so I am returning the favour. In the box on your desk you will find your attire for this week. Maybe, one of these days, you could actually get something right for a change and you can go back to wearing a suit, but I’m not holding my breath.

Miss Hybrid.

I open up the package, dreading what I am going to find. Oh, no. As if the maid’s outfit was not bad enough. I can see a school blazer on top and get an inkling of what the rest is going to be. The blazer is put to one side and I pull out the next item, a white shirt. Okay, not too bad so far. A pair of grey shorts is next, a school tie follows, cap, grey socks and a pair of black brogues.

Schoolboy!

Right.

Well at least it’s better than schoolgirl.

There’s another note at the bottom of the package.

Dear Felix,

A few points –

1) The top button of your shirt must be fastened.

2) Your tie is to be done in a proper Windsor knot and properly fastened.

3) Your shirt must be tucked in at all times.

4) Your cap must be worn at all times.

5) You are to go commando whilst wearing your uniform.

Contravention of any of the above will have severe repercussions.

Miss Hybrid

“That doesn’t seem so bad”, I think to myself as I undress, only to rethink that as I pull on the course grey woollen shorts. They feel as if they are made of straw, prickly and uncomfortable. Now I understand why the commando command.

I know I have some meetings this week, and I know that I can’t put them off either. The potential new housekeeper I have already postponed until this week because of the maid’s uniform. Damn, I’ll just have to see her anyway. Make out that this is just some sort of joke or a red nose day stunt or something. A reminder pops up on my computer just as I finish dressing.

“Meeting with Ms Killian re: Housekeeping”

Shit! It’s today, in fact, in about 15 minutes time. Well that’s torn it. There is no chance of me cancelling the meeting. She will be almost here by now. I click OK and push back my chair to get up. A cup of tea is required, so a quick journey to the Kitchen is called for. I stick my head around my door to check that the coast is clear and then make a dash for the kitchen, hoping not to get seen by anyone on my way there.

I make it to the kitchen without being spotted, only to find the cook preparing lunch.

“Hello, Felix”, she says, “in trouble again this week, I see. Do we get to see your legs again all week?”

“Hi Simone. Yes – buggered up emailing out the newsletter last week. Any chance of a cuppa?”

“No problem, you go back to your office, I’ll get Jilly to bring it through for you”

“NO, NO, I’ll wait, thank you”. I say in a panic. I really don’t want the ridicule just at the moment.

Once the kettle’s boiled and the tea’s been brewed, Simone passes me a cup and a couple of chocolate digestives on the saucer.

“Thanks, Simone, you’re a doll”, I say as I leave for my office.

“My pleasure”, she says, “any time, especially if you’re going to be showing off your legs”

I check my watch as I sit down to enjoy my tea and biscuits. Two minutes before Ms Killian is due.

My door flies open and Miss Hybrid enters. She is wearing a ladies business suit. The grey pin-striped pencil skirt is slit right up the back and shows her stocking tops, a crisp pale pink blouse is covered by the well tailored jacket which has its single button fastened. A black velvet choker with a silver medallion festoons her neck.  She barely glances in my direction as she takes a seat.

“I will be sitting in on the interview, Felix. I don’t want you fucking up again and employing some brainless tart”

“Yes, Miss  Hybrid”.

There is a knock on the door, and Ms Killian is shown in. She is a very striking looking woman in her early thirties, above average height (I’d put her at around 5’9”, but is hard to tell with her high heels), auburn hair tied in a bun, pale skin with freckles across her face. She has on a very sensible grey knee length skirt, and a mauve blouse buttoned to the neck. Her calves show that she is wearing either tights or stockings, but it is not possible to determine which. A pair of wire rimmed glasses sits on her nose, which she pushes up as she enters the room, hand held out to shake mine. She does a double take as I stand up and her hand drops slightly.

“Felix”, I say as I grasp her hand, “I apologise for my attire. I err, um,”. I pause as I look over at Miss Hybrid. “And this is my employer Miss Hybrid”.

“Jane Killian. Please call me Jane”, she says and offers her hand to Miss H, who takes it and they shake.

“Hello Jane. Please take a seat”, says Miss H. “Felix is being punished due to certain transgressions which I will not go into now, and I have had him dress as a schoolboy to remind him to behave. It doesn’t bother you does it?”, she asks.

The hint of a smile appears, “No, no, not at all. Good discipline is absolutely vital in a household.”

I don’t like the way that this is going. She looks far too at ease.

Miss H leans forward towards Jane, revealing her rather majestic cleavage.

“What experience do you have in running a household?”

Jane’s eyes flick down to Miss H’s tits and then quickly back up to her eyes.

“I have a number of references”, she says, digging out a sheath of papers from her briefcase and handing them over.

Miss H picks them up and leafs through them quickly. She crosses her legs, flashing her stocking tops. Again, Jane glances down, the tip of her tongue appears for a moment and she smoothes down her skirt against her thighs.

“Very good”, praises Miss H, “These look excellent”

She pushes her glasses back up her nose, leans back and unfastens the single button on her suit jacket. I can feel the sexual tension between them.

“I like what I see”, she says, a little ambiguously as she hands back the papers and licks her lips. “Do you have any questions for us?”

“Yes”, she says as she nods towards me, “what’s he for?”

“Felix is useful around the place, especially when he doesn’t make a pig’s ear of things. He does work hard, I’ll give him that. He has a very experienced tongue, and is pretty handy with his cock too”.

I’ll give her her due, she didn’t even flinch. She turns slowly towards me looks me up and down and turns back to Miss H.

“If I were to get the position, would I be able to make use of the riding facilities here?”, asks Jane.

“Of course. Any and all of the riding facilities are free for you to use. I take very good care of my staff. Don’t I, Felix?”, she says rather pointedly.

“Yes, Miss Hybrid”, I reply. “Very good care, Miss”

“Stand up please, Jane. I’d like to take a proper look at you”

Jane stands and turns all the way around slowly on her heels and then stops facing Miss H.

“Very good. Now unbutton your blouse”

Jane follows her instructions and slowly unfastens the buttons. The last button undone, the shirt falls open to reveal a purple half cup bra, gently presenting her full breasts and just the top of her nipples showing.

Miss H steps forward and cups Jane’s tits, getting a feel for the weight and shape before slipping the cups down and gently taking one of her nipples into her mouth. My hands slip under the desk as I watch and start to stroke my rapidly growing cock through the rough wool of my shorts. Miss H looks up suddenly.

“WORM BOY, GET YOUR HANDS ON THE TABLE, WHERE I CAN SEE THEM”, she yells at me.

“Yes Miss, sorry, Miss Hybrid”. I quickly put my hands palms down on the desk as I squirm, trying to get comfortable with the prickly fabric playing havoc with my prick.

“SIT STILL”
I stop squirming and try to stay as still as possible.

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