I had been forced to wear navy gym knickers since my sisters/girlfriends and finally 'knickered' by my girlfriends mother on the night she had discovered my 'secret' of wearing school knickers I have felt a slave. Her behaviour from that night onwards seemed incredible and yet as I got to know her much more intimately, almost predictably, she had threatened to tell "all and sundry" that her daughter was friendly with a boy who was forced to wear his sisters gym bloomers - unless, I was prepared to 'tow her line'.

For Mrs Reid really intended to use the situation to the utmost, not being particularly good looking she was well in her forties and very well endowed in certain parts, very large busted and a very rounded bottom gave her a striking appearance, allied to this was a dominant and unsmiling personality - that made her a person to be reckoned with.

However, I could never have guessed just what she had decided to do and what was in store.

"So you have been wearing navy knickers all this time and no one has ever known except your mother and sisters, not even my daughter Olga?" "Well, well. That is a naughty thing to do and now that I know you secret, after the tea spilling accident tonight, you are forced to wear my very special satin directoire knickers under that kilt/skirt we have given you to wear - it's going to be very hard for you to hide this secret from your friends, in fact, its beginning to show already. she mocked, as 1 had really begun to find her conversation both humiliating and exciting.

Not only was she exciting me with her talk, but she had raised her skirt so that I had an uninterrupted view up her legs - she was making quite sure that I got a full view of her owndirectoire knickers, that were really clinging tightly to her stockinged thighs - her tight elasticated knickerleg was stretched tightly so that it just showed her suspenders and bare thighs.

"Keep looking at my knickers, and don't take your eyes off them until I have finished talking to you, and then maybe you won't ever want to look anywhere else, but up my skirt. You must understand that no one else will ever know what I'm going to do to you, provided you know whose in charge and who calls the tune here, for I really intend that my knickers will put you completely in my power.

"I don't need the police handcuffs that my daughter Olga and your sister Julie used to 'knicker' you, you have already been through several stages of development now. Most of the preparatory work has been done for me. Besides," she continued, "I am physically much stronger than you". (this was indeed true, for she was very heavy and solid). "But if you have any doubts at all over whose in control here, I intend to show you. Lie on the floor," she ordered.

I did without really knowing what I was doing for it all seemed like a bad dream and then thump, without any warning Mrs Reid had sat down flat on my chest, with her legs pinning my arms to the floor - I was helpless and unable to move a muscle, apart from my feet.

"Now try to get away," she said, and began to apply pressure to my face with her knicker legs, "and keep looking at the satin gusset of my tight knickers, otherwise I will squeeze harder."

I wriggled and squirmed beneath her huge frame. I slowly realized I had no chance to move and so resigned myself to looking up and at my new found boss. Not only was I exhausted, as Mrs Reid was using all her 12 stone to squash me, but I was extremely excited by what she was doing and by what I saw. For there, only a few inches from my face was the tautest pair of pink knickers I had ever seen!! 

I knew then, that Mrs Reid had really got me under complete and utter knicker squatting dominance.

I think Mrs Reid realized this also, for I began to feel the tremendous pressure she had exerted upon my outstretched arms and chest beginning to ease, as she lifted her bottom off my chest, and stood up above me, and stared down with a look of triumph and conquest on her face.

"Keep looking boy," she mocked, as this big, and rather large woman turned around and lifted up her skirt at the back to show the biggest pair of pink knickered cheeks I had ever seen. 

At the same time she manouvered her stocking foot to place it on her own blue directoire knickers which I was wearing, and began to slide it up and down the silky material,

I was indeed completely under her knicker control, any woman/girl who could contrive and manipulate a situation like Mrs Reid had done would always leave me in no doubt which was the more dominant sex. Probably, if I had never been dominated so early, and so vulnerably in my life by older women/girls and forced from an early age to wear 'navy-blues' as a punishment then I would not have been so overcome and captivated by this knicks display by a rather plump lady. However, whatever will be, will be, and she had me completely knickered.

By this time it was well past 1.30 a.m. and with Mrs Reid taking her third large drink of the night she continued to taunt me whilst she lit another cigarette. I was desperate to leave her house, as I felt sure her daughter would return to the room to see what her mother had done to me. However, Olga didn't return, and her mother continued her subjugation.

Once more she turned around and slowly and very, very deliberately sat on my chest again. Oh how heavy she was but by now that didn't seem to matter. "My knickers have been riding up my legs with all the activity, pull them down again so they cover my stocking tops", she said in a sexy rather than demanding voice. I could hardly believe her command, for I never believed she would allow me such a intimate operation. I did it with shaking hands, after which she began to squeeze my face again with all the silky and soft material around her legs.

"Is that the first time you have ever touched a ladies pair of knickers, whilst she is wearing them?" she enquired, still in a sexy voice. "You have never, ever put your hand up my daughters skirt and played with the elastic of her police bloomers, or even your sisters navy-blues and bottle green school knickers".

"No," I answered. "Well this is conquest for me then, and if so I will permit you to put your hands just on the top of my knickerleg, and carefully feel the soft tecture of my knickers," she continued, "Now slowly, very slowly ease back the elastic in the knicker legs, but NO MORE".

She almost shouted as my hands started to wonder inside her pink knickers. "You naughty boy" she scolded, "what were you searching for?" To which there could be no reply, for she had moved forward from my chest to sitting on my face. She was to all intent and purpose knicker smothering me, as her knicker gusset was placed firmly over my nose and mouth, making it very difficult for me to breathe.

"I'm going to keep you underneath my knickers now to teach you a lesson, only do exactly what I tell you, no more. Besides," she said, "you really have graduated tonight, and lost what progress you have made from wearing your sisters gym knickers, to seeing my daughters police bloomers, the the ultimate tonight when you have been well and truly knickered in my directoire knickers".

"However, from tonight onwards you realize the control is in my hands,and you have become my knicker slave, and you will be taught to do many things which you probably haven't done before, such as all our washing and ironing, especially my bra's, stockings, suspenders, pantie­girdles, but most of all my ladies knickers. I may even let you buy some new undies for me and many other intimate things which I am sure you will get to like when I demand it. But for the moment that's all." And with that she got up and carried on withclearing the dishes away first as if nothing had happened?

How on earth could I leave, dressed in a skirt/kilt and underneath wearing Mrs Reid's D.K's. and she knew it. Fortunately my trousers were now quite dry, but not my sisters navy-blues.

Unfortunately Mrs Reid hadn't quite finished.

"Lie down again on the floor and when I've finished you can go home with your trousers on, provided you are also wearing my own knickers and with that she once again lifted her skirt so that she could knicker smother me again.

This time she forced down towards my legs. Slowly wriggled her knickered bottom until it completely covered my face, so that my nose and mouth were again next to her crotch. She then stretched down, lifted my kilt up and started to play with the elasticin the knicker leg.

"Not even made an elastic mark on your thighs" she said and sounded quite disappointed. "However, I'm going to change all that," and with that disappeared to the cupboard and returned with needle, thread and scissors and resumed her smothering position.

"I'm going to make my mark with you so that your knickers will be nice and tight", and with that she pulled the elastic of the knicker leg until it gripped very tightly and began to hurt.

"I want you to wear these under­neath your trousers, but I need proof that you have worn them, and so the tighter I pull the elastic the more of a red mark it will make around your thighs - sure proof that you have been wearing my knickers - so lie back and breathe in whenever I lift my bottom up". Of course this little operation took time so I had to relax.

"I promise I will release the tension in the knicker leg if you can please me between my legs". And with that she gently placed her skirt over my head so that she had me enveloped and started to adjust and tighten the knicker elastic. From time to time she would lift up her huge buttocks, and I grabbed the opportunity to breathe and then down she would come as her silk knickers once more had me completely smothered.

"In order to keep your secret you must wear my daughters bloomers over mine" she said, and quickly returned with a pair of bloomers that Olga had been wearing that same dayand with that she pulled up the navy blue cotton knickers so that they completely covered Mrs Reid's own D. K's.

I was indeed doubly knickered! I got up, put my pants on and left as quickly as I could, but not before Mrs Reid got in her final gesture.

"Don't forget not a word to anyone, especially my daughter, and remember next time you call you must be wearing my knickers, and have some good excuses for Olga why you stole hers - she's really going to be very angry when she finds out".

With that I left, not really knowing what the 'morrow would bring, but quite sure that Mrs Reids knicker enslavement had only just begun.

Well Candida, that's all I have time for, once again if you think fit please publish my story and/or let me know if it's suitable for your magazine. Tell me, Candida, would you have controlled someone over 20 years younger than yourself in a similar manner or would you have applied different knicker domination techniques? Remember all this happened in the late 50's, early 60's when stockings, and suspenders and directoire knickers and school gym knickers were still very much in fashion, probably if it had happened in the present day, I feel sure the same

attraction land hence domination) could not be gained by wearing tights and mirco briefs, which leave me cold!