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It wasn't until Alexei met you that he could feel comfortable exploring his submissive side.
Before meeting you, there was simply too much at stake for him to feel comfortable letting go of the reins; his family's financial wellbeing, his academic career, the top secret project that sent him over to a small town in Indiana... it was all too much, and with everyone counting on him, he had no choice but to be in control.
But then he met you, and everything changed.
After meeting you, defecting to the United States didn't seem so daunting. He'd have yet another friend who spoke Russian, who didn't seem to care that he wasn't the most charismatic or charming, who didn't expect him to have all of the answers.
Alexei followed you around like a puppy, completely entranced by you. How could you be so beautiful, so sure of yourself, so... not annoyed by him? How could you see right through him and take control like it was the most natural thing in the world?
How could you say yes to being in a relationship with him like it was the most obvious outcome?
He didn't know, but he certainly wasn't going to complain.
~ ~ ~
Alexei never really considered himself to be a kinky man. Sure, when you and him had sex, being manhandled got him off in a way he couldn't explain, and sure he called you Mama or Mommy when he really needed you to take control of him... but he wasn't kinky or anything.
So why was he so obsessed with your panties?
Why did he linger at them when he stripped you for sex, lightly rubbing the featherlight, colorful material between his fingers before reluctantly setting them aside? Why was he always snapping the fabric against your soft skin when you two were making out? Why did his heart leap into his throat when he would help you with laundry and come across a pair?
Most of all, why did the thought of wearing them get him so painfully hard?
Did he just want to know how it would feel to have such soft, skimpy fabric barely covering his cock and balls? Was it because you looked so goddamn beautiful in them that he was curious as to how he would look in them? Was it because in wearing your panties, it would be cementing his submission for you?
It could have been a mixture of all of those things, but if one thing was for sure, he wanted to wear them so badly.
But how would he ever broach the subject?
"Darling, I was wondering if I could try a pair of your panties on? I get unbelievably horny at the thought of it."
No. That could never happen.
You'd already been so accepting of his need to submit that he couldn't risk pushing things too far. He thought the whole Mommy/Mama thing was as far as you would go, so there was no way you'd let him indulge in his new panty obsession. Absolutely not.
~ ~ ~
Owing to the torrential downpour outside, you and Alexei were having a night in, catching up on housework. Though you were hoping to go out, you figured that maybe staying home would do Alexei some good, considering how weird he'd been acting for the last couple of weeks.
He seemed distracted, almost troubled by something. He was going through a pack of Marlboro Red's a day and wasn’t very forthcoming when you asked him if everything was okay, instead choosing to hug you close and not say anything. Not wanting to push, you decided to leave the matter for another time, but you kept a close eye on your boyfriend in case he got worse.
It was why while you were folding laundry, you let him sit next to you and watch some American soap opera you could never follow. Occasionally, you could feel his eyes on you, but you paid it no mind as you followed the rhythm of grab, fold, set aside.
The rhythm was broken once you got to your panties, and you felt Alexei shift.
You looked up at him, expecting that maybe he just got uncomfortable and wanted to change positions. Instead, he was staring at the panties you were holding, his cheeks flushed a light pink.
Immediately, everything fell into place.
You supposed it made sense. After all, the man was practically obsessed with your panties. During foreplay, his hands were all over them. Out in public, one of his favorite ways to tease you was to snap the fabric against your skin, or even pull your skirt or dress up to expose them if he was feeling extremely daring.
But would he…? Maybe if you asked, but the last thing you wanted was to force him into doing something he was uncomfortable with. But you also didn’t want him to be unfulfilled if this was something he wanted.
And to be perfectly honest, the whole idea was rather intriguing.
In the end, you decided to bite the bullet and make a move.
You rifled through the folded panties you already set aside, settling on a red, lace thong. He’d always loved the color red, and you wondered how he would like the lace against his skin. You grabbed it, turned to him, and held them out to him. His eyes widened, flickering between you and the panties. He bit his lip, stared at you for a long minute.
“Go on,” you encouraged. “Put them on.”
He sucked in a breath, and when he finally reached out to take them, you could see that his hand was shaking. He rubbed the fabric for a second before he stood up and made his way to the guest bathroom. You let him go halfway before calling out, “No. Put them on right here. In front of me.”
You weren’t sure why you said it, or why you felt yourself starting to become wet, but you rolled with it. You wanted to see where this was going.
Alexei’s jaw dropped, and though he looked rather sheepish, he did as you said. His hands shook as he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and stripped from the waist down. He was already half hard, and you found yourself biting your lip in excitement as he shimmied his way into the skimpy fabric.
Holy shit. He was really doing it.
And not only was he really doing it, he was now fully erect and dripping pre-cum.
As you’d expected, they barely fit him. His erect cock was only kept contained by some sort of miracle, and you could see his balls from the side. He was squirming slightly, quietly whimpering undoubtedly due to the narrow strip of fabric in between his asscheeks. His face was about as red as the thong he was wearing, and his wide eyed stare was practically drilling a hole through you.
You’d never seen anything more sexy than this in your life.
You felt yourself smiling as you decided to put the poor boy out of his misery. You slowly stood up, sauntered over to him, and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss that he immediately reciprocated. He held you in a vice grip as his tongue explored your mouth, and when you reached down to stroke him through your panties, he let out a loud moan against your mouth.
“Doesn’t my good boy feel so pretty?” you whispered, giggling as he threw his head back and whined, bucking into your hand.
“You love wearing these, don’t you?” you asked, playfully biting his lower lip as you smeared his pre-cum over the head of his cock. You knew the lace rubbing against the hypersensitive skin had to be an overwhelming, unforgettable sensation for him, and judging by how he was whimpering, you could tell that this was a dream come true for him. “Don’t you wish you could wear these every day? It could be our little secret, yes?”
Alexei eagerly nodded, his eyes squeezed shut as he was practically humping your hand. You reached behind to tug the back of the thong further between his asscheeks, and he let out a loud cry that had you laughing sympathetically.
“Shhhh, it’s okay baby,” you soothed, giving him another kiss. “Be really still and let Mama take care of you.”
Keeping your gaze on him, you sank down to your knees and rubbed up and down his thighs, matching his heavy breathing. You knew he wasn’t going to last much longer like this, but you couldn’t help but want to play with him some more before giving him what he wanted… and what you wanted. You were practically soaking through your own panties, and holding out like this was just as torturous for you as it was for him.
That didn’t make it any less fun, though.
You leaned in and began mouthing along his cock over the panties; licking, kissing, gently sucking, reaching behind to keep teasing the fabric between his asscheeks. Occasionally, you’d pause just to rub the fabric over his balls, kiss along his thighs, playfully spank and pinch him.
“I can pick out what panties you’ll wear,” you whispered as you kissed the leaking head of his cock before rubbing it in the pre-cum soaked fabric. “If you want, I’ll even buy you your own to wear, just for you. Wouldn’t you like that? Use your words, baby.”
“Yes-Yes Mama! Yes Mama!” Alexei answered, his voice and bottom lip trembling as he kept his hands squeezed into fists at his sides. He was going to be a good boy and sit still. He was going to be a good boy for Mama, because not only was he being indulged, but it was way better than he could have ever imagined. “I’ll be good! I’m being good!”
“Oh, I know you are, Lyoshenka,” you cooed, licking a stripe up his cock. “You’re being so good for Mama that I should take a picture of you. I should take hundreds of pictures of you so you can see what a pretty little boy you are -”
“Nngh, Mama, I’m close! I’m so close, Mama! Please let me cum inside of you! I’m being good, Mama! I’m your good boy, Mama! Please!” Alexei cried in between his loud moaning. He wasn’t lying. His legs were shaking to where you were wondering how he was even standing up, and the gasps that peppered his begging had you forming a ring with your thumb and index finger to squeeze the base of his cock. He was close, and you were going to give him what he wanted, even if it only took one or two thrusts.
You stood up, swallowing his cry with another kiss. He had to have felt so betrayed, you not letting him cum.
“You’ll get to cum inside of Mama, baby,” you reassured him in between kisses. “I just want us to move somewhere more comfortable. You’re doing so good for me, baby. You really are. Just wait a little bit longer, okay?”
Alexei nodded, his curls sticking to his sweat covered face. Truth be told, if it weren’t for the makeshift ring around his cock, he would have finished inside your panties… which fuck… Fuck…
He pulled you into the bedroom and shakily tugged down your leggings and underwear before pulling you on top of him. He only just got his panties off and you on his cock before he was cumming harder than he ever had before, thrusting deep into your cervix. You were talking him through it, too, stroking his hair as you praised him for being such a good boy, he did such a great job, you loved him so much, he was so amazing.
And if he weren’t in such bliss that he’s forgotten how to talk, he would have said that he loved you so much more, thanked you for not turning him away due to this, thanked you for loving this just as much as he did, thanked your for accepting him for who he was.
But that could always wait until the stars cleared from his vision.