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[Erotipixels] - A perplexing mystery of women's fashion.

Women's lingerie is a multi-billion dollar industry. There are elite designers who spend enormous amounts of time designing them, making them as appealing and attractive as they can imagine.

There are retail outlets which devote precious floor space to them, merchandising and selling these often very minimal garments. There are even retail chains and individual stores devoted to selling only these items. Given the amount of material these garments contain, that would make them one of the most precious commodities traded for money.

Women (and, some men) devote a great deal of time shopping for and a large percentage of their income purchasing these very minimal garments based largely on not only the garments' style and appearance, but on how they would make the wearer look.

What do women (and some men) do when they wear these very attractive and sometimes very expensive garments? They put other garments, often less attractive and expensive, over them, thus rendering them invisible.

Why is that? It mystifies me, but some might argue that I'm a bit thick and my ability to comprehend this subject beyond my intellectual capacity.

 

[tanuno]

[dutifulrose] - Wanted 1
Officer Cailin had just turned her cruiser onto Elizabeth Avenue, when she spied the older model Volkswagen Bug. At the briefing earlier, the force had been told to keep an eye out for the vehicle. The operator of the vehicle, a Ms. Amanda (Mandi) Whitney, was wanted for a series of public indecency and lewdness charges. What had yet to be determined was whether these had been willful; there had been conflicting reports of some viewers consenting to the exposures. "Still," thought Cailin as she flipped on the cruiser's cherries and berries, signaling Ms. Whitney to pull over, "I need to be careful with this one. One person's perp is another's perv!"

 

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[dutifulrose] - Wanted 2
Officer Cailin followed Amanda into her driveway (the laptop's connection to Central confirmed as much), preventing any escape. Ms. Whitney - no, "Mandi" - exited the vehicle unbidden with a questioning look on her face, "Is there something wrong, officer...?" Cailin sighed outwardly, "Ma'am, stop right there, face the back of the vehicle, feet shoulder-width apart, hands outstretched atop the back of the vehicle," Mandi looked confused, "Now!" barked Cailin.

 

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[dutifulrose] - Wanted 3
Once Mandi remained still, Cailin approached her from behind, "Arms raised straight above your head and hands pointed to the sky," Mandi wasn't about to cross the officer again and complied quickly, although she did wonder about this position... was it common to raise your arms up; weren't you supposed to put them behind your back...? Without warning, the officer gathered the hem of Amanda's sundress and pulled quickly upwards in one, smooth motion. Before it fully registered that Amanda was unclothed - except for her panties, the officer had hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her remaining modesty and pushed it down down to her ankles! Amanda turned to face the officer, but Cailin anticipated the move. "Oh, no, no - NO! Assume the position anew and step out of those panties," stated the officer firmly, as she pushed Amanda back onto the car before her.

 

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[dutifulrose] - Wanted 4
Amanda truly did not know how to respond to this, this - attack (?). "Officer, please – this is a... may, may I have my dress back...? Please! I don't understand the meaning - "Amanda was cut-off before she could finish. "Well, 'Mandi' - you don't mind if I call you Mandi, do you (?) - I would’ve thought a slut, who enjoys exposing herself to others like you do, would feel more at home without her clothes." Cailin then gripped Amanda by the arms and steered her toward the garage and back door of the dwelling. "Where are you, what - " a hard squeeze to her left arm stopped Amanda's entreaties.

 

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[dutifulrose] - Wanted 5
Cailín directed Amanda up the back stairs and commanded her to turn around with hands and bottom against the back door. “This looks somewhat secluded,” thought Cailin, and with a lecherous grin, she removed her own uniform, starting with the blouse and tie. Amanda's face bloomed scarlet as the blonde officer's breasts were bared, and although she tried (really, really), Amanda could - not look away. "So, you're an exhibitionist AND a voyeur, as well,” leered Cailin. “Good, this should be fun then!" With a wiggle and shake of her hips and bottom, Cailin removed the skirt and panties but not before she fished out her service belt and "nightstick." These two she brought together in what could only be - Amanda gasped, "That's a strap on!" Cailin only chuckled, "And she's bright, too." Once more without warning, the officer knelt before Amanda and pinned her left thigh against the door with splayed fingers. "Just keep holding the door, Mandi; I've a thorough search to conduct and don't need you squirming throughout it," and with a whirl of blonde hair, Cailin licked with broad strokes the flushed folds of Amanda's now wetted and heated sex.

 

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[dutifulrose] - Wanted 6
After determining that girl wasn’t concealing any weapons or contraband (Cailin chuckled softly into Mandi’s inner thigh at that one), she rocked back atop her heels, slapping the smooth thigh before her, and ordered the somewhat dazed and whimpering Mandi to leave the door and lay atop the cool stoop. “Don’t mind the nightstick, Mandi. If you respect it, then this next part might actually be enjoyable. Wait! OF COURSE, a slut like you will find it – delightful, duh!” derided the officer. And without further ado, Cailin grabbed hold of leg and thigh, bent slightly at the knees to align her prized baton to Mandi’s obviously willing hole, and – pumped. Deeply. But at some point in that explosive downpour of bliss, Amanda noticed Anne (with an “e”) – the next door neighbor – not only watching (albeit slack-jawed) Mandi getting railed by the officer but seemingly recording the moment on her phone, as well!

 

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[dutifulrose] - Wanted 7
Drowning in a sea of rolling orgasms, Mandi was helpless to act, as Cailin and her switched places. The officer settled her oh-so-sensitive pussy atop the glistening length of her “nightstick.” Mandi tried to steady her descent with still quivering legs; however, Cailin would have none of that. Mandi was settled firmly to the hilt, as the blonde simultaneously grasped an arm and cupped a breast. It was at that moment that their impromptu videographer, Anne, moved in for a close-up, which only made Cailin laugh in amusement and Mandi bounce purposefully atop the shaft deliciously spreading and filling her. “Maybe I am a slut,” thought Mandi through half-lidded eyes.

 

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[dutifulrose] - Wanted 8
With an open-handed smack against the curve of her rump, Cailin bucked Mandi off her slicked stick. “C’mon, girl,” said the officer as she led Mandi to the lawn of the backyard. “Okay, doggy, down - on all fours in the grass and pop that bottom up nice and high. A pretty AND obedient bitch like you must LOVE to have her picture taken!” Motioning to Anne to take their picture, Cailin knelt beside and overwhelmed Mandi with a hand cupping the slut’s still dripping cunny. Pausing only for the briefest of moments, Anne thought, “Why not?” and deftly removed her cropped top. Grinning like the Cheshire Cat at Anne’s gesture, Cailin placed a restraining cuff atop the smoothness of Mandi’s backside. “I know it’s not a collar – yet, Mandi, but a bitch shouldn’t be allowed to wander freely, as you’ve been doing. That’s how unwanted pups are made!” Turning to face Anne’s phone and flashing “V” for, well, multiple reasons, Cailin marveled at her sudden transition into – an Animal Control officer.

 

[tanuno]

[LmAnt] - Interview 1

“Good morning, Miss Clothels”, the guy in front of me said, “Miss is correct, right?”
I didn't care to answer, and he waited a few moments before he continued.
“You better get used to answering my questions, Miss Clothels. Else this will turn into a very unpleasant experience for you.”
He said it in a quiet tone.
He was used to saying it, often.
Had he shouted it at me, it would not have been more frightening.
I was scared to shit already anyway. No further threat needed.
Even the door that I knew was behind me, and that could open any moment and let in whatever horror they might have in mind for me, was pure terror in my neck.
These guys knew how to make a girl wet their pants.
Just not in the pleasant way.
What had I got myself into yet again!?
“Miss is correct, right?” the guy repeated. And I knew he would not say it again.
“Yes”, I answered.
Short answers, I had learned.
Less risk of giving away information unwanted.
He nodded. Satisfied with a good girl that started to collaborate.
“First”, he then continued, “I want you to stand up.”
He looked at my face that surely showed some irritation, and probably also some leftovers of stubbornness. And his look told me that he was really done with repeating things.
So, I stood up.

 

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[LmAnt] - Interview 2

“Hands behind your head”, he commanded, and when I obeyed he finished with:
“Now stand still. I have to take measure.”
I had a vague idea of what that would mean. But still I felt the urge to ask him.
Though, I was instructed not to ask questions at this stage of the operation, and to only let them do the talking.
Under all circumstances!
'Answer the questions, briefly. Wait until they think they have you where they want you. Then you flip the switch. And then you give the information you're supposed to deliver.
But only to the target individual!'
That's how you could summarize my briefing.
So, I waited.

 

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[LmAnt] - Interview 3

“You're in relatively good shape, considering your age”, that asshole stated.
“But we'll have to work a bit on this”, he continued, and mercilessly squeezed that (tiny little!) bulge that is decorating my belly.
His hand moved down a bit and touched the border of my panties.
I had been prepared for this, so I collected my inner strength and said goodbye to my underwear.
“We'll come to that later”, he said instead.
And of course I knew what he meant with 'that'.

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[LmAnt] - Interview 4

“These once must have been as firm as apples”, he continued with his impudent comments, as he tightly grasped my breast.
“They still don't feel bad in a man's hand.”
I already wanted to kill that bastard.
But for now I was too busy cursing the little traitors that make the tip of my tits.
And of course they got as hard as rocks when his thumb stroke over one just for a few times.
“Are your nipples always that sensitive?” he asked, continuing his stroking.
I had to fight against my anger. I had to hold my breath.
I wasn't ready for the beating yet.
“Yes, they are”, I answered obediently instead.
“That is a feature that will be like by many”, he gave back, sounding quite satisfied.
Liked by many?
What the fuck?

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[tanuno]

[LmAnt] - Interview 5

He opened my shirt to full exposure.
And then he looked at me, then up, focusing a point somewhere behind me, as if he had to sort out various things and thoughts.
Then down at me again, and up.
And this went on for quite a while.
And the whole time he murmured.
Very silently, so I didn't understand a single word.
It was as if he was making notes in his mind while speaking.
And it was beyond annoying!
But my instructions were clear:
“Pass their 'interview', how they call it, no matter what! It's the only way they let you in. And the only chance to get in contact with 'Pezak'.”
'Pezak', that mysterious head of the 'organization' we were after.
No one knew who that was. No-one knew anything but the name and his, or her, apparent role.
And now, after more than a year of preparations, we had finally made up a scenario where we were able to present a fake business offer to the 'organization'.
And that was my job:
“Get in, wait until they ask you what you want. And only then you ask about their lead, to offer them that business opportunity.”
So, I had to get through it until then.

 

[tanuno]

[LmAnt] - Interview 6

After what felt like an eternity, he stopped his inner monologue, moved behind me and sat on the chair.
“Let's see”, he said.
And in no time I had his hands on my hips and felt my panties being shoved down slowly.
Just far enough to free my butt for him to …'measure'.
I prepared myself for the next humiliating comments.
“Well, well”, he yet said, against my prediction. “That ass of yours looks good so far!”
'Would it be liked by many too', I thought by myself, as I was still not done digesting that quite puzzling remark of him.
“That's worth some closer look”, he interrupted my considering.
“Take off your clothes. You won't need these any longer here. Then bend forward. Hands on your Knees!” He then commanded.
It came so sudden, that I literally had to repeat the order in my mind, before I was able to follow his instruction.
“Yes”, I said, to gain a little time and sort things out.
'Goodbye dignity', I said to myself, and then I did as I was told.

 

[tanuno]

[LmAnt] - Interview 7

“Yes”, he stated like a connoisseur that just had tasted some new wine he liked, when I was in position.
“This ass will pay off for you, cunt!”
Oh, there we are already? At the 'cunt' level?
His hand moved over my butt.
Quite gently, I must say.
Just a little squeezing here and there, as if to test its...consistence.
One could feel that he enjoyed.
His content muted grunting, that accompanied his examination, supported that impression.
“You take your workout seriously”, it was a statement, not a question. So I didn't care to answer.
He slapped me once, then once again.
Not hard.
But I could feel the amazing potential he had in his hands.
And then his thumb, I guess, was circling around my anus.
I cringed. Inside and out. And he chuckled.
“You didn't have too many cocks fucking your butt-hole, yet. Right, slut?”
What was it with these abusive terms, really?
What the fuck were they supposed to do?
Did he really think a woman in her forties, that tried to get in contact with their kind of organization, would be shocked by that?
But for now I was a good girl.
And as such I answered.
“No, I hadn't.”
"We will also have to work on that."
Oh, great!
He slapped my butt again.
A little sharper yet this time.
“Now up and spread your legs and hands behind your head!”

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[tanuno]

[LmAnt] - Interview 8

I started to get used to his commanding.
Maybe I had finally found my role!
So, even though I knew what now would come, I followed his demand without hesitance.

Instructor: “You are aware of the things that might happen!”
Hanna: “Yes, Ma'am, I am!”
Instructor: “Your profile...It says you have a talent for (reading her notes) … playing submissive painsluts. And that was why you've been selected for this mission.”
Hanna: “It's a talent given by nature, Ma'am.”
Instructor: “And how far are you prepared to go?”
Hanna: “As far as I have to, Ma'am!”

And it happened even faster than I thought it would.
Immediately, I had his one hand on my hip, holding me quite tightly.
And two fingers of his other hand roughly parted my labia and were inside me as quick as if he had practised this a hundred times.
Which, if I come to think of it, might actually have been the case.
It didn't really hurt.
But I had to take a deep breath before I could relax my muscles to let him in more easily.
This didn't stay unnoticed.
“Very well”, he said when he realized, ”you have good control over your pussy!”
He moved deeper in me; to the full length of his fingers.
“Show it!” His voice now was much closer to a growling, “Tense!”
And his fingers moved.
Slowly.
In and out.
Up and Down.
Left and Right
They bent, they stretched.
And I was working with them and against them.
Tense, relax, tense, relax, tense,...
And dammit, but I got moist.
And so, I smoothed his even more vigorous moving.
“What an excellent toy you're going to be, cunt!” he acknowledged my efforts.
“Now let's see how flexible you are!”

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[tanuno]

[LmAnt] - Interview 9

I had no time to think about what this would mean, and I almost lost my balance when he suddenly grabbed my leg and put it on his shoulder in a flash.
But his other hand held me so tightly that I just managed to stay upright...
Only to experience what came next...
In an instant, his fingers were inside me again, more vehemently than before.
Exploring every millimetre of my vagina, my labia... my shame.
My moisture turned to wetness.
My breathing to panting.
I had to let go!
I knew that was what he wanted.
He wanted to be shown how great I found it to be fucked by his fingers.
I knew it... I was ready for it... and yet it disgusted me!
But I prepared myself to climax.
For him, for the mission and for myself to end this.
And I knew I could
I've learned it in countless sessions.
I knew I could be elsewhere if I wanted.
Somewhere where I would be able to enjoy what he did.
To turn the torment into pleasure.
To let the animal in me rule the situation.
I grunted. I moaned. I growled.
I moved against his movements.
Fast.
Faster.
Harder.
And then...it stopped.
He stopped.
Pulled his fingers out of me.
Slapped my labia sharply.
And it did hurt, seriously.
“Not Yet, Cunt!”

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[tanuno]

[LmAnt] - Interview 10

And with that he dragged me to his lap and wrapped his arms around me like a machine.
I wasn't fully back from my personal space, and only half of me noticed how his hands moved over me, gently stroking everything in their range,...
Except for my still pulsing pussy that was screaming for relief.
Like I did.
For a few moments, until I had control back.
Partially at least.
“You're good material to work with, Miss Clothels.”
So, we were back at the formal level?
Interesting!
Had I made progress on my way to get in?
His voice was calm.
And under other circumstances I had probably found it agreeable.
Soothing.
“I think we can proceed”, he continued, and his hands were still all over me, though I didn't really feel it any more.
“There are a few things to consider, though, before the next steps.”
He moved me from his lap to my feet.
“Get down, on hands and knees. You sure know the position!”

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[tanuno]

[LmAnt] - Interview 11

I sure knew what he meant, and got on all four as been commanded.
“You wait until further notice. And don't you dare to move or leave your position!”
And with that he left through the door behind me.
And then, I was alone with myself.
With my thoughts.
And with my doubts.
And with my fear.
And only Yearning Kitty in my crotch distracted me from it.