With Valentine’s, you’ll need to brush up on the proper way to be a good pantyboy while your Wife or Girlfriend gets fucked by some other HOT guy.   In this Classic Mp3, I give you REAL pantyboy training … and believe me, it’s a lot more than just the lace stickin’ out of your pants, LOL!!!  

Sissy Stroll
by one of Ms. Alexandra’s sissy slaves
 
Each year, I travel to Las Vegas to meet some old friends.  And with each passing year, Mistress Alexandra makes me feel more and more guilty about it.  After all, SHE’S the one who’s supposed to have the fun … not Her slaves!  But because it was something I did before met Her, my Goddess tolerates it.  Just barely.
 
I must pay Her a penance, of course.  And this year, She ordered me to wear pink panties under my outfit on Saturday night.  That’s when all three of us “hit the Strip” on the night before we part our separate ways. 
 
My solid pink panties rested under my grey dress slacks, just as Ms. Mistress prescribed.  My royal blue polo shirt hung below my belt, so no one could see the panties. 
 
I was confident no one would see my sissie pink underwear.  But as I walked among the packed throng of elegantly-dressed Women on Las Vegas Boulevard, I couldn’t help but wonder:
 
What if I got caught?  The thought eerily consumed me.  And as much as I enjoyed my friends, it’s as if they slowly vanished.  
 
Now, all I could envision was the humiliating but sweet thrills of young, gorgeous, sassy Women erotically tormenting me to no end.  And before long, I could see it happening.
 
I could feel the pink, wavy top of my panties being exposed to the crowds of beautiful, brash, young, rich, spoiled, Superior Women.  These were Heavenly Goddesses.  All looked amazing with their short dresses, silk mini-skirts, high heels, lavish hairstyles, heart-melting hands, flaunted jewelry, and sultry voices.
 
So what would they do to me?  Well, nothing at first.  I wasn’t sure WHAT they might do.  I was just super-excited at the prospect of being red-faced the moment they discovered my pink lace.
 
Then my mind felt a quick tug.  And sure enough, I could feel a “wedgie.”  My balls felt pained and cramped as my crotch rapidly tightened.  I could actually feel my panties being pulled up!  Silently, I grunted as three Goddesses in shorts and halter tops passed me. 
 
They turned around, stared at me, giggled, waved, and sped on.
 
Now, more of my pink was showing from the back and sides.  I lost my other friends — they walked ahead of me and I lost them in the crowd.  And a few seconds later, I felt a soft hand sliding down my bare ass.  With Her soft hand in place, the tall blonde then walked to my left as She teased me.  And a couple seconds later, I felt a hard SLAP on my right cheek!  It was Her boyfriend, who yelled, “She’s MINE!  Stop trying to hustle Her!” 
 
I bowed my head in disgrace as the couple screamed in laughter and walked away.
 
The young Queens behind them saw what was happening.  So when it was their turn to abuse me, each was more brazen than the one before.  A brunette Goddess pulled another wedgie.  Another caressed Her palm on my bare ass, then rubbed it on my face.  Oh, Lord, was THAT a turn-on — especially when Her pink fingernails teased my nose.  They were all I could focus on.  I wanted to kiss Her fingertips SO much.  But of course, She ran off before my lips could react.
 
A blonde and a tall redhead ganged up on me, one to each side.  One rubbed my panties while the other grabbed the wallet from my right front pocket.  “What’s this WORTH to you,” She asked? 
 
I tried in vain to grab my wallet back.  And then the other Goddess stood and halted in front of me … tapped Her index finger on my nose … and sternly said, “Uh, uh, faggot, I WOULDN’T if I were you!”  Meanwhile, the other Lady cased through my wallet and helped Herself to $200.
 
She calmly said, “We ought to force you to our suite and SHOOT you … but instead, you’ll follow us around the corner and kiss our feet for awhile.”  And while I seemed brain-dead to my real buddies, my mind went off with these beautiful powers from Heaven. 
 
Their soles tasted like steak, and the sweat on their toes was like the tart flavor of steak sauce.  The paint from their toenails was like sweetness in my lungs.  And when they got sick of me, they simply booted me away and moved on. 
 
I was lucky to get my wallet back — but in a way, I wanted to think I wouldn’t have cared.  After all, Mistress Alexandra has trained me to realize the Goddess deserves my money MUCH more than me.  And I wouldn’t want it any other way.
 
Fortunately, there were a few minutes of calm before another Goddess pulled another wedgie.  Next, a salacious blond reached into my balls … then made me kiss Her fingertips while She erotically circled Her tongue and laughed.  Oh, Lord, did I PANT with excitement!
 
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.  A large but very well-proportioned beauty with huge mini-skirted thighs gave me the strongest wedgie of the night.  By now, it was like the entire back side of my pink panties were exposed!  For the first time all evening, I felt more embarrassed than titillated.  
 
As we reached our hotel, I ran to my room in shame.
 
I slammed the door and collapsed to the floor.  I could still feel the heavy pain inflected on my face, cheeks, sides, ass — and especially my crotch, where my balls and dick were horrifically crushed more and more with each passing wedgie.
 
For five minutes, I just bawled.  And then … something MAGICAL happened!
 
It was like my entire world disappeared.  All I could see were the beautiful faces of the Superior Women who smiled and laughed at me … their breath-taking dresses, shorts, midriffs, and curves … and the struts of their legs which made them look so beautiful, so strong, so confident … so much BETTER than me!  Their powerful hands and painted fingernails reminded me of their Erotic Dominance which I desperately desired. 
 
As my mind kept drifting, I sighed with delight as I once again felt the soft skin of the most Feminine, the most deserving beings on this Earth.  The palm rubbing my ass … the sweet fingers running down my face … the soles and toes of the Queens who would have robbed me had I not served them. 
 
Their Heavenly smells also returned to me.  The Feminine aroma of nail polish.  The slight remnants of their perfume, which literally stuck to me.  The strong, sweaty, Superior scents of their feet.  The natural smell of a Woman’s hand across my face.  I could even smell a little bit of my ass from where one Goddess put Her hand … and even THAT smelled sweetly intoxicating, just because there was that Special HER who put it there!
 
All these wondrous thoughts made my pain quickly disappear.  And then I asked myself …
 
Do I want to live in a world where Women ignore the pathetic me?  Or do I want to live directly underneath them, knowing that the only time they’ll recognize my existence is when they tease me, abuse me, humiliate me, and take whatever assets they can use for their jollies, entertainment, profit, and betterment?
 
I pity the male who doesn’t plead for the latter.
 
As Mistress Alexandra’s slave, I want to tell the world that Women are better than I’ll ever be.  I ache to live for their benefit … for HER benefit.  I wish I could be in a world where Women literally stomped on me.  Because with each of their footsteps, they shine more and more.  They dominate more and more.  But most of all, they laugh at me … and it feels GREAT to be used according to their Superior whims!  
 
And after all that rushed through my head, I finally took my clothes off in my meager hotel room … and I sat down to relax. The other guys were still gone, Lord knows where.  I sighed with delight over the evening I just lived through.  At that moment, something jarred me.
 
There was a note under my door.  It was a message from a Goddess who obviously followed me inside.  In Her ultra-sexy, ultra-Feminine handwriting, She said:
 
“Hey, handsome ~ I saw you kissing those two Ladies’ feet up the Strip.  That was HOT!  AND YOU LOVED IT, didn’t ya?  Come on up to My suite, sugar.  You can sit at My footstool, suck My toes, serve Me champagne, and light My cigarettes ALL FUCKIN’ NIGHT!…”
 
I shook with delight.  I showered as fast I could.  And then I FLEW up the elevator!  Ms. Karen was the large Goddess with the fantastic curves … and a VERY pretty face with long dirty-blonde hair and blue eyes.  She was the strong, powerful Mistress, and I was too happy to be Her sweet sissie slave, allllll night long!
 
And She was EXACTLY as advertised.  I did everything She mentioned in that gorgeous handwritten note!
 
Ms. Karen happily sipped champagne and relaxed with Her cigarettes as I removed each pain from Her large soft legs and feet.  My tongue savored the succulent flavor of Her foot residue, as well as the moist delightful sweat between Her toes. 
 
Kissing, licking, and sucking Her feet toes engrossed me for hours as She kept flashing Her deliciously wicked smile.  Without saying a word, She kept showing how She LOVED fucking me over.  And I was all too happy to BE fucked over!
 
After two bouts with smoking, you’d think I would be repulsed by cigarettes.  But Karen’s sexy, manicured fingers looked powerful and GORGEOUS with Her cigarettes and Her smoke between them.  When She blew the smoke from Her lungs, those putrid chemicals were like sugar as they hit my nose and lungs.  I cherished that smoke, because it literally basked in Her inner soul.
 
She knew what it did to me.  She could see my body shake and tingle with every cubic atom of smoke She pushed my way.  A blue gust.  A smile.  A sweet wink.  And soon, the honor of lighting another cigarette for the Glorious Her.  All were simply beyond belief.  Yes, THAT good.
 
It almost made me want to smoke again.  Believe me, if I could be with Ms. Karen forever, I would.  My life would have fewer moments, but they would be simply awesome.  Every single one of them.
 
Her cell phone rang about 90 minutes after I started serving Her.  “Be a dear and answer that, would you?”  Naturally, it was Her boyfriend.  And he knew EVERYTHING Ms. Karen made me do!
 
“I’m cumming over,” he said with a laugh.  “Make sure She’s ready for me to FUCK, got it? HA HA HA HA HA!” 
 
His voice was so loud, Ms. Karen overheard it.  She howled!  And then, She stated, “Quick … we MUST get ready!”
 
As She sat straight in Her chair, I kneeled to Her side.   She quickly applied lipstick and makeup.  And then She helped me paint my nails PINK, just like my panties!  It was the first time I ever had that done to me.  I couldn’t believe how FANTASTIC that was!  I felt soooo ginchy, and Ms. Karen loved how I bristled.  She giggled, winked at me, and said how nice of a slave boy I’m turning out to be.  Oooooo…
 
I stripped to my panties.  She quickly taught me to paint my toenails, which I did.  Then I just sat for a couple minutes while my nails dried.  I shook with delight … and yes, a little fear of how Her boyfriend might humiliate me.
 
Next, we went off to Her master bedroom.  Ms. Karen lay face down while She gave me Her commands.  One at a time, I removed each item of Her clothing.  Then She firmly said, “Until I tell you otherwise, the only thing that will exist in your mind is my ASS.  You will kiss it.  You will lick it.  You will marvel at My deep crack.  And you will LOVE it!  Got it?”   MMMMM, yes, Ma’am, I sweetly replied.
 
At that second, Ms. Karen’s ass was the only place I could ever have wanted to be.  I kissed licked, and softly sucked every square inch of it.  It was wide, soft, aromatic, tasty, and just plain beautiful.  For me, I was certain Ms. Karen’s ass was the ONLY one on the planet worth kissing!  And mmmmm, did I kiss it!
 
When Her boyfriend walked in, he screamed in laughter!  He saw my head anxiously up his Girlfriend’s ass crack … like a cow chewing grass for his nourishment.  WHen I got up, he rubbed my little “brown nose,” and yelled out some choice embarrassing words!  Karen howled with laughter.  And I simply ADORED being the subject of their sexy humiliation!
 
By now, Karen was sitting on the side of the bed.  Her Lover was stripping, and would join Her once he’s nude.  They caressed and French-kissed while I comforted BOTH their feet.  Slowly, my hands rubbed upward toward their sex machines.  But instead of touching Karen’s pussy, my pink-nailed fingers caressed Her man’s cock and balls.
 
“MMMM, that looks SO Feminine, doesn’t that honey,” pointing to my sissie hands slowly pleasuring his golden, 8-inch cock.  He ooooed and ahhhhed.  And he said he liked my makeup, too.  How cute.  How sissie.  How me!
 
Before I knew it, I had my gorgeous lipstick on his delicious dick.  And moments later, I waved “bye bye” to that handsome rod, as it disappeared into Karen’s hot, aromatic pussy.
 
I was looking forward to watching them fuck … to lose myself in the intense aroma of their FABULOUS sex!  But it was not to be.  Within a minute of their humping, the man coldly told me I was excused — and I would have to leave WITH my makeup and polish on! 
 
“Oh, don’t be so CRUEL,” Karen told him.  As they fucked, She gave a wink and a quick kiss.  And She told me where and how to make myself look like me again.  Moments later, I was back in my room … never to hear from Karen again.  But I’ll never forget Her.  She was SO wonderful in helping me advance in my lifetime slave education.  And She made me feel like my life’s fate was SO terrific … SO worth it!
 
I returned to my room, and the other guys were long asleep.  Needless to say, they’ll never know what happened on Vegas’ biggest party night of the week!