Posted by Maria on December 18, 2010 at 15:50 [211.30.221.43]
I'm beginning to see some possibilities, thought Jill as she walked across the parking lot, her high heels clicking against the pavement.
First there had been the curiosity. She had typed in the letters bdsm, followed by the name of her city; just as she suspected, she was quickly presented with the link to a real-time group in her area.
Of course, bondage wasn't really what Jill was after. She had nothing against a good spanking, had tried it several times and liked it, but... she was on the trail of something quite different, and the words on the website – All kinks welcome – had inspired her to to give it a try.
First curiosity, then sheer terror. She remembered the first time she had gone to a "munch." Good Lord, was it only four months ago? She had trembled as she approached that ordinary looking pizza place, quavered as she asked the waitress where the "computer user's club" was meeting. The waitress had smiled sardonically. She already knew. She had pointed Jill in the direction of the banquet room – the one where you could keep the door cllosed.
The website had specified that she ought to wear ordinary attire rather than fetish gear. She had overdone it and looked like a geeky soccer mom. The men wore black jeans and jackets; some of the women wore tiny, panty-revealing leather skirts. They had talked freely of floggers and handcuffs over their beer and pizza. The waitresses who had been assigned to the banquet room clearly knew what was going on.
When people welcomed Jill and asked her what her kink was, she stuttered just a bit as she replied, "I'm really just exploring my inner feelings."
Everyone had just nodded. No one had a problem with that. For three meetings in a row, Jill had kept quiet and listened. She didn't know exactly what to listen for, but her skin had tingled when, even during that first meeting, she heard someone mention watersports, and next time when she realized that Roy and his wife Marian were seriously into age-play – he the Big Dadddy and she the Baby Girl, though in "real life" (whatever that meant) he was thirty-nine and she was forty-three. Just how much of a baby was she, Jill had wondered.
And then, at last month's meeting, it had all burst open. The kinksters were quietly dispersing, saying their farewells until next time. Jill was walking toward her car, Roy and Marian right next to her. They walked on past the glare of the parking lot's lights, into the darker corners of the lot.
Then, quite suddenly, Roy lifted Marian's dress and snapped the elastic on her panties.
"I have to check her pants every now and then. You know how it is with baby girls.."
He laughed. Jill nearly passed out as she coughed in surprise.
"Or maybe," said Marian, "you don't know."
"Oh, I know," Jill had managed to say. "I know, uh... quite well."
Now it was Marian's turn to burst into laughter. "How do you do it, Roy? Your intuition is better than a woman's." She grinned at Jill. "Roy said you looked like the kind of girl who doesn't always keep her pants dry."
"Yeah," said Jill. "Yeah, that's true."
"We usually come here early and have dinner," said Roy. "You're welcome to join us next time."
And now she walked, high heels clicking, heart pounding. She had entered a little ways into the world she longed to experience.
But of course the REAL thing, the passionate naughty unspeakable thing..... Well, maybe someday.
She adjusted her glasses on her long, intellectual-looking nose. She brushed her wavy hair back. At thirty-five, she was no raving beauty, but at least she was trim and fit with not an ounce of fat on her.
And tonight, men were staring at her as she walked toward the pizza parlor. She knew it wasn't because of her average face or the dorky glasses that made her look exactly like the high school science teacher she really was. It was because of her high heels and little black dress. She knew that at least two inches of white triangle would be visible whenever she was sitting down, but she was determined to let Roy and Marian see that she wasn't just a witless, inexperienced girl with baby-doll fantasies, but a real woman who wore the big white nylon full-briefs of a lifestyle wetting fetishist.
And if anyone else at the munch should happen to make that connection...well, so much the better.
Roy and Marian waved at her as she entered. They were sitting at a booth in a dark corner of the restaurant. Roy, a cable repairman, had sparse blond hair and glasses. Marian, a systems analyst at a software design firm, was a buxom redhead with a giant rear end.
Roy patted the leather booth seat beside him. Jill sat down. She ordered a salad. She was too nervous to eat much. They were staring at her underwear. But then again, so was the waiter who brought her salad. Why did she not care? She had always been such a church-mouse. Until recently.
They saw several other kinksters on their way to the banquet room.
"Looks like the gang is arriving," said Roy.
"Better use the ladies' room," said Marian, rising.
"Yeah. Baby girls have been known to ruin a pair of panties, right?"
"You'd love it if I did," laughed Marian. "Baby Girl and her underwear fudge." She jiggled as she walked across the room.
Jill felt her palms begin to s weat.Herfantasyworld... no, her REAL world... was coming close enough to touch.
She jumped off the cliff.
"Are you into... well, that stuff too... I mean, does she...."
"Why don't you just say it? Are you wondering if we're into scat play?"
Jill thought she was going to throw up or faint as she said, "Yeah." Then she waited to be shot down.
Roy put his hand on her knee and leaned closer.
"Sometimes we are, yeah... And you?"
"Yes!" answered Jill, thinking she had spoken much too quickly. "I mean, well... depends on how you define it... not eating... not even smearing, but... well... in my pants. Sometimes. Well, kind of a lot."
There. She had said it.
Roy glanced around. The restaurant was nearly empty and they were in a dark booth near the back. No one was looking in their direction. Even though she was already showing a few inches worth of her panties, Roy raised her dress even farther, nearly up to her waist.
"Well, Jill, I'd just love to see you do it in those big old undies." He began to stroke the front of her crotch with a gentle finger. She gasped. It felt so good that for a moment she was afraid she might wet herself.
"I think you'd look just great with a big fat bulge back there. I'm getting hard as a rock just thinking about it. I bet you get really hot and slutty when you make the magic in your panties, don't you?"
Jill quickly pulled her dress down as she saw Marian emerge from the bathroom. Oh my God! Did Marian see anything that happened? Did she see her husband feeling me up? Jill wondered.
"Let's join the party," said Marian.
Jill fussed and fidgeted through the munch. The guys drank the usual American beer, talking sports just as often as they talked about bondage and chains. The girls giggled and compared black leather skirts. There was the usual banter from the overly friendly waitresses whom Jill had by this time recognized as lifestyle sluts. The only thing unusual was when one of the men walked behind her, and made a whispered comment in her ear about how nice she looked in white. Since the only white she was wearing were her oh-so-visible panties, she knew exactly what he meant. This was the same guy who had mentioned watersports a few months ago. She made a mental note to find his e-mail address on the member's list of the group website and send him a thoroughly slutty message.
When all was said and done, the group dispersed, as always. Jill hurried across the parking lot toward her car, heels going clickety.
And there was Marian, giant butt and all, looming right in front of her.
Oh God, she's going to pound me for fooling around with her husband. And she's twice my size!
Marian said, "You've never really done it before, have you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean. And don't think I can't tell. You're a virgin."
"That's not true! I've had some experiences! I've had, well...."
"Like what? Did you wet your pants for a kinky boyfriend once or twice in college? Something like that?"
Jill hung her head. "Yeah. Exactly like that."
"Come with me."
They walked to the edge of the parking lot, beyond the glare of the lights. Marian lit a cigarette. Taking a long drag, she said. "I'm packing a mighty big load and need to take a dump."
Jill stood amazed as she saw Marian's body give a slight shudder, a noticeable contraction of the stomach. And then there was...just...the trace...of an odor.
Marian said, "Check my pants."
"What?"
"I said check my pants. Go ahead."
Jill lifted Marian's skirt, saw her vast pink panties bulging with a massive load of poop. Marian stood there smoking as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"You see, Jill? Well, of course you do. I just filled my pants, didn't I? But what I wanted you to know was this... You think you're alone. But you're not. There are others. You've seen what you've seen. I knew you were bullshitting when you told Roy that you did it a lot. You're terrified to make it real. So let me ask you another question. Have you ever done a threesome?"
"Once."
"Let me guess. It was in college."
"Yeah. My room-mate, slutty Naomi, and her boyfriend. We were smashed."
"And how did it make you feel?"
"Freakish."
"Well, think about it some more. Better still, FEEL about it some more. And when it doesn't seem that freakish to you, give us a call, okay? You deserve to live your dream, hon."
"Okay," whispered Jill.
Marian stubbed out her cigarette and began to walk calmly toward her car, her bulging underwear invisible beneath her loosely cut skirt. Then she turned, once again.
"And by the way. My husband loves those big old granny pants of yours. So now you know what to wear when you decide to come by."