Messy Pants Mary

By Faye Duncan

Published on Dec 18, 2011

Lesbian

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. None of the characters or events herein are based on real people, either living or dead. It was written for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit lesbian sex with a minor. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law.

Author's note: I thought it would be stimulating if I did a little role playing with myself. To do that, I had to make up a little subby girl for me to play with. Her name turned out to be Messy Pants Mary. Here is the first part of her story.

Messy Pants Mary started emailing me right after I began posting my little role reversal story at Nifty some months ago. I knew right away, from the gushy tone of her email and her subtle confessions about just why she liked my story, that she was prime for becoming one of my submissive little pets. By the time I had finished writing the story, she was totally hooked on my brand of young girl sexual domination of an older woman. By then, I had her doing such cute things as masturbating into little girl panties that I had made her shoplift from the mall and then licking them clean to prove what a total submissive slut she was. And to prove it to you, too, dear reader, I'm going to post some of her emails to me, because, deep down, that is just the kind of humiliating exposure that this dirty little slut girl wants.

For example, I thought it would be ever so sweet if I made her play with herself while at work in hopes one of her female colleagues would catch on and use her dirty little secret against her. But Messy Pants still had reservations.

"Faye I couldn't possibly play at work. And I certainly could never cum there. I am usually very loud when I do that, and someone might hear me."

Of course, I wanted one of her female colleagues to hear her and use her not being able to prevent herself from jilling off at work as a way of intimidating the poor, sex-hungry, woman into doing all sorts of nasty, submissive things. So I was more than a little bit disappointed that Mary had found a way to thwart my evil plans for her, but I cheered up considerably when I read this.

"Yes, Faye. I remember how I am to clean my messy pants."

That gave me a giggle because I knew how busy her cunning little tongue would be, licking up all her sticky wet from reading my story.

Mary's next email was very instructive.

"Faye I just read the latest chapter in your story. Thank you, thank you, THANKYOU. It was so erotic. And you mentioned and included so much of me. I am soooooooo embarrassed but so turned on. I was playing as I was reading and all of a sudden realized I was about to cum. I stopped because I didn't have permission from you. After I calmed down I went back to finish."

See what an obedient little slut girl our Messy Pants Mary had become by then?

"KISSES, KISSES, KISSES. Again today I hurried home just to read the last chapter of your story. It made me sooooooooooooooooooooooooo wet. The names, and my feelings, all out there for everyone to see. I can't help but think maybe just maybe one of my friends will read it and know who I am ..................and what I am................... Double kisses. Mary."

I asked Messy Pants if she would like to live out my little role reversal story and she replied, "Yes Faye so very much. I would love to meet a Madison or Sara who knows just how to treat me as the insecure insignificant needy tramp I am." (You may wish to read "Female Teacher Addicted To A Cruel Teen Girl" to find out who Madison and Sara are.)

I knew that if I continued to use her hunger to be dominated sexually by a young girl against her, Mary would continue to be mine. So, now that I knew Mary was really hooked, I decided to apply some pressure. I wrote Messy Pants that I was tiring of her and had decided to throw her away. I got the response I was hoping for, of course.

"No Please Faye please you can't just throw me away. I need what you give me so much." "I love how you made me steal the little underwear outfits and wear them when I am home, how you tease me by sharing my fantasies with the world in your stories just leaving enough to make me feel safe, how you humiliate me by having me tell you my secrets about the little girls who used to bully me when I was a girl and who made me so wet; about Sara, Heather, Angela, Amanda, and Elizabeth; how I relive my thoughts and dreams of my daughter Marie's friends when they were so young; how I go to the mall just to get excited and turned on; how you read my mind with your story about Madison; how she treats Julia as I want, no need to be treated; how you make me feel so dirty and messy pants. Please Faye PLEASE don't leave me."

Of course I had no intention of throwing Mary Messy Pants away after that. It was so much fun watching her squirm. She was just too much fun. But still, I wanted her to give me something that would bind her to me for as long as I decided to keep her. So I told her to offer me something very incriminating. I wrote, "Mary, What's to stop me from throwing you away? You? You are such a disgusting, pathetic little nothing. Yes, you do tell me your pathetic little secrets. Yes, you do get wet when you read what I write about your sordid little dreams and schemes in my story. Perhaps you feel too safe with me. Perhaps you haven't given me enough dirt on you to really get you in trouble if I told anyone who and what you really are. I think you should prove how much you need me by giving me something that I can use against you if I ever really got bored with you. If you really need me, you'll do something for me like that. You know you want to surrender to me in a way that gives me real power over you. You know it would make you soooooo wet to do that."

She replied, "What could I give you that would prove it Faye? I really have nothing. How about my daughter Marie's email address but you couldn't use it for anything but that is the only thing that would really threaten me."

I certainly didn't want anything quite THAT incriminating. This was just a game, after all. But it made me giggle to think she was so hooked she would even offer it. I told her that just making such an offer was good enough for right now.

Messy Pants replied, "Faye You can't possibly know how my body tingled just seeing you name in my email. I have missed the way you seemed to know what I am and what I need more than anyone ever has. It is as if you have a way of reading my mind knowing my darkest thoughts and desires. I still go looking to see if you have a new story. Even though I never see one I will go back and read and reread the Madison and Julia chapters. Yes I still and always will need the sort of excitement only that treatment can give me. I still fantasize constantly and while it hasn't been that nice this summer the last few weeks have given me more chances..... Faye I would love to talk and read more of your totally erotic stories. Your messy pants little perv Mary."

As you can see, Messy Pants is just such a slutty little yummy. I had to keep her around for a while longer. So I sent her a loving little email. She replied, "You can't imagine how excited I was to see you took the time to answer me. How you got me remembering some of my trips to the lake and mall. The very first really nice day I went to my favorite beach. It is the one that draws not the beautiful people the really hot crowd it seems to me at least to be the choice of the teeny bopper (as my mother would say) crowd. And I no sooner picked my spot under a big shade tree with a view of the whole beach and three girls just showed up and got comfortable no more than 20 feet right in front of me. I have no idea where they were from but I am sure at best they will be starting no more than 8th grade in the fall. Two blondes and a stunning brunette; two pink and one blue bikini. How their mothers let them parade in suits that small is totally beyond me. All of them facing me laying on their stomachs on their elbows as they talked and giggled I could see down the gaps in their tops to the most beautiful little boobs; not to their nipples but it was as if they just knew my eyes behind my sun glasses were staring. They seemed to just be saying "don't you wish." Every few minutes they would sit up and primp just a bit, stretching, showing off the fact that they have breasts; almost begging me to drool. Then once and awhile they went into the water, everything wet and clingy. They were 30 and 32, a and aa, stirring those feelings deep inside me. How I wanted to just finger myself right there. Once I did get up and go to my car just to touch myself to have that dirty, slutty heat. A quick feeling up of my puss puss, but even the first orgasm didn't help. As soon as I got back, I was wet and excited. As soon as I got home I went online trying to find a cute picture and masturbated. That night again I couldn't get my mind off pink bikini's and pigtails I just played till I came three times, one for each one."

See what I mean? Such a yummy mommy.

Here's the next one.

"The weather wasn't that nice and I sure didn't expect anything interesting to happen at the mall. I just had to get some graduation cards for events I was invited to, and I am getting into the checkout line, and there, right in front of me are two little girls. As we were waiting, I just accidentally happened to look over the shoulder of one of them and I could see right into her little top. Faye she was wearing the cutest white with yellow polka dots bra. As I looked down, it was obvious that it was more than a little padded. I mean she must have been maybe 13; 14 at the oldest. I just kept looking. It was all I could do not to ask her where she got that bra. I have looked all over town looking for the sexy little thing. At least once a week I will finger myself just imagining in my mind's eye the contrast of her skin, the tiniest of gaps that let me just barely peek into her bra, the colors and the total innocence of it all."

As you can see, Messy Pants was beginning to surrender more of her little girl loving secrets completely to me. She was starting to confess everything. But then, she suddenly got really scared of where this was all going. She began to fight back.

"I spent three days thinking and reasoning with myself and realized no matter how much I crave the idea of giving control over me to you I just can't be that foolish. I may not have much but I don't have anyone but myself and to lose my job, my respect, my friends. That is just a price I can't pay. I should have known that and not fallen into the dream world I want to create. I am sorry to have wasted your valuable time like you said you have so many others who are so much worthier than me. I will always remember the feelings you brought out in me. Kisses, Mary."

Now, if that yummy little slut thought for a second that I was going to just let her run away, she was sadly mistaken. As I have had to do with so many skittish girl and woman pets over the years, I backed up and began to build again the kind of relationship that would make me wet by breaking her down till she was completely mine to play with as I chose. I let things cool off for a while, and then sent Mary an email that was all cuddles and sweetness, asking her to reconsider a much less stressful relationship where she could keep all her sordid secrets. She replied immediately. "It would make me so very happy if we could just do that Faye. I am trying to chat now on messenger with you if you are there please answer. Kisses, Mary."

We chatted, and within a week I had her back under my thumb.

" Yes Faye I am a good slut puppy. I am your good slut puppy. Mary is Faye's slut puppy. You have not idea how you made my day Kisses, Mary puppy girl."

I decided to press just a little harder. I emailed,

"Mary puppy girl,"

"You can always talk to me, precious. Of course I understand you. I know your deepest dreams to be taken control of by a cruel young girl who will play upon your hungers and cravings. We both know just how cruel girls that age can be. You already know how they tease and taunt, showing just a little, making you hunger for more, but not giving you the opportunity. No matter how innocent they look, they know exactly what they are doing and the effect they have on dirty little puppy girls just like you."

"If you truly wish to make me happy, you'll take time to go where these cruel young girls hang out, malls, swimming pools, sports fields. You'll let them see just how much you desire them and crave their vicious control over you. You so want them to know how cheap and dirty you are, and how easy it would be to make you do all sorts of little puppy slut tricks for them. Not all of them will notice you. Not all of them will want you. But some might."

"Wouldn't that be just so yummy? Faye"

Then, just when I was getting ready to really get my claws into her soul, Mary decided to be balky again. She didn't email me for a week and I sent her a very accusatory email telling her that she was purposefully avoiding me. Messy Pants immediately emailed back,

"That's not true. I was at a party with friends last night. I didn't even get online last night. I do want to play Faye. Will you be online tonight? I went for a walk around the lake today and stopped at the swimming beach. It was about noon so not a lot of people. But there was a group of seven girls lying in the sun. You just knew they were there to show off and be seen; five of them were very cute. Maybe 15 years old; the suits were tiny. They all had bigger boobs than me; well one was about my size. I sat up under a tree pretending to be watching the sailboats but mostly I was watching them. I could hear them giggling and talking about some others. Twice I got short peeks as they would roll over but my mind ran wild. I finally left when it started getting crowded with younger families."

"Puppy Slut Mary"

"PS. I can't believe it there are so many cute girls. So perfect bodies, so many small boobs, the poses, the eyes the look that says "don't you wish"."

"Total puppy slut Mary"

I decided to reward Messy Pants Mary with a chat session. Here it is.

"HI!

I am so happy to see you

I'm glad you liked the pix

I don't know where to start I told you I loved her stories

The Lolitas are truly yummy.

God yes!!!

How young do you think some of them are?

They might be 12

Oh puppy girl. younger than that.

I almost couldn't move from the one in the white outfit; that look in her eyes.

Really? Do you want her to order you to do some very nasty things?

Oh I do Faye. I really do!

I knew it. You want her to think you're attractive enough to love you.

Yes to be her Julia just like in your story

Are you attractive enough?

Not for someone as attractive and sexy as her....

Why don't you think you're attractive enough?

Because I am so much older.

How old do you think she is? Don't you have an attractive body?

I think so Faye. 34 28 33. I work hard trying to stay in shape.

Don't you think she's laughing at your attempts at looking at her body?

:"> ....yes

Of course she is. You're hardly more than a girl yourself in size. I bet she could tower over you.

:"> yes and I would crawl to her begging for her attention.

She'd just laugh at you. Why would she want to do anything with a slut like you? I bet even begging wouldn't get her to look at you twice.

I would try to get her attention, posing, trying to get her to look: to see me and how much I want her.

Why would she look? She's more developed than you. She's prettier than you.

I would be her dirty slut toy.

Isn't she prettier than you?

Yes prettier by far than me, Faye.

Isn't she sexier than you?

Oh god yes. Much sexier than me. She could have anyone, Faye.

So why would she want you? What could you give her to entice her?

Don't you think she is sexy?

Of course. But it isn't me that wants her. It's you, slut.

I'd offer to beg her to see, touch, and use my boobs. My puss puss.

Squeeze them?

Yes if she wants

Kiss?

Slap?

Pinch?

Show me slut. Show me what you'd do just to be near her.

Do it. Impress me with how far you'd go.

Show you?

Tell me what your hands are doing.

I am pulling on my nipples Faye.

Harder!

My boobs are small but so very sensitive.

I'm waiting.

I am. It hurts. Pinching my nipple.

Aren't you embarrassed to be doing this slut?

Yes..... Very much.

Of course it hurts. Don't you want to prove how much I mean to you?

Yes Faye I want you to know how much I need you to treat me like this How I have to call myself slut puppy, use dirty words like puss puss.

Of course you need me to treat you like the cheap girl-perving slut you are. Now pinch harder like a good girl.

It is so embarrassing. Yes...

Now lower your slutty hands to your pussy and pinch your nasty little clitty button for me like the cheap slut you are.

Oh yes please say things like that Faye I really get turned on.

Of course you do. You dirty little girl-hungry slut. You had better not cum, slut.

I won't

Does my little puppy girl hurt for her Faye?

Faye will you make me use other dirty words to describe my body? Please

From now on your breasts are "udders" and your pussy is a "cunt". Do you understand?

Udders and ....cunt. Yes, Faye.

Touch yourself and repeat what each is called.

Udders

Udders

AND?

Cunt

GOOD GIRL! She's my good little puppy girl.

:"> Udder, cunt.

Good puppy girls get a nice belly rub from their owner.

Ummmmmmmmm

Rub your belly like a good girl for me.

Yes, Faye. Rubbing small circles on my tummy.

You're so predictable and so cheap. You'll do anything to please and amuse me.

Oh Faye it makes me so hot when you talk to me like that Yes ....yes I will.

Anything?

What do you want me to do Faye?

Anything I think of. Bad little puppy girls get spanked with a kitchen spatula on their bare bums.

Yes, Faye. Please don't hurt me like that!

Why not?

I am a good girl!

Prove it.

My udder nipples are sore. May I stop twisting, please?

Yes. Enough tricks for tonight. I'm getting bored. Save this IM and send it to me as an email attachment. You may play with your body in bed but don't cum. Kiss me goodnight.

Kiss

you can do better than that.

:-* :-* = thank you for talking to me.

That's better. You are very welcome, Mary. You are my good girl.

Good night

Wet kisses. Slut Mary"

Little Messy Pants girl was so enraptures by our chat session that she felt safe enough to tell me about looking at some on-line pictures. Here is what she had to say.

"Last night I looked at Juliet and it was fantasy heaven. The white crochet outfit was more than I could ever hope. I imagined her as my neighbor. One night as I walked by the window I glanced over and saw her standing in the window brushing her long hair. Stepping back I couldn't help myself. Her profile just accented her small boobs. She would turn, hands brushing her hair almost as if she knew I was watching I couldn't keep my hands from squeezing my udders pinching my nipples pulling them as I kept thinking I could see between the little pattern. Suddenly she walked away from the window leaving me just so horny. Two minutes later there is a knock on my door. Going to answer I open it and there she is. Smirking, she say "you like" and struck a little pose. My eyes widen and my mouth drops as she walks in and says no reason to strain maybe a little closer look so you don't fall out your window then she giggles. Seeing my nipples pressing the material and the creases where I had twisted she shakes her head, her ponytails swing. "Does dirty Mary get all turned on peeking at her neighbor?" As I stare, she giggles "yep you do." "like my titties?" Then, a smile as again she poses. My tongue wets my lips. "Cat got your tongue?" She steps back. "Want to see more?" "Of course you do. You are really a perv, aren't you?" Now I am squirming. Her attitude is as hot as her body. "Tell you what; show me yours." She uses her fingers in a lifting motion to raise my top. As I hesitate she turns and says "ok bye." I stammer, "no, no ,please," and lift my top exposing the little lace bra. "Well," she chirps. "Not much there, that's for sure." "Come on!" she insists. As I reach to unhook she clucks her tongue. "No, silly. leave it on. Just pull them out." I fumble to release my udders from the cups the little constraint gives them some shape. She strikes another provocative pose. "Go ahead. Show Juliet what you were doing looking in my window/" I start pinching and twisting my udders, staring into her top, trying to see. "God you are easy Mary look at you playing with yourself in front of a 12 year old" (Faye how old do you think she really is?) Right then I was so turned on in my fantasy I came! And, then, again. Slut puppy Mary."

You can see where this is heading, and so could I at the time. I gave Messy Pants some more encouragement and she sent me this email.

"Sometimes I will resist and fight my feelings, trying to protect my image, my dignity. Other times I will just be so swept along and fearful you would just walk away and never come back."

"Today we had a business lunch downtown. We were at a sidewalk café. I looked across the street and there were three young black girls; two in shorts, one in a skirt, all very short. Big platform shoes and the tightest imaginable tops. I had all I could do to concentrate on the discussion. My eyes kept going across the street. Then I realized they weren't waiting for a bus. The thought that they were well available just sent me into a tizzy. Right in the middle of downtown in the middle of the day I got so wet when we got back to work I tried but after about a half hour I just had to. I took the elevator down five floors just to be safe and went into the restroom and fingered myself. I was so scared I would be loud. I stuffed toilet paper in my mouth just in case. Luckily no one came in but I am sure the next person who did go in there would have known someone had an orgasm. Puppy Slut Mary."

Up till this time I knew just how much Mary hungered for dominant young girls. But I wanted her to go even further and focus on her deepest hunger. So I sent her a sly email trying to winkle it out of her. Here is her reply.

"Oh Faye as soon as I saw messy pants I started to play with my udders. It makes me tingle when you talk to me in that diminutive way. Just knowing that someone knows that young girls to me are so much different than to others. How it makes my cunt instantly want attention. I still can't understand how you know so much about me; what truly turns me to a quivering mush. Please Faye I need you so much to use your magic ways. To remind me not so much in crude ways but as you do in cutting yet hot ways. Messy pants, puss-puss, kitten. How you remind me. Put me in situations that may force me to confront myself in ways I only dream of. How you push and pull me from needy little girl (yes at lunch today I will steal the panties) to wanton. Slut. I wish I had been there this morning using my tongue as you wrote and spoke you could not have been wetter than Messy pants Mary."

I knew by the tone of this last email that Mary was ready to tell me even more of her deepest secrets. And I was right. I asked her when this all had begun. She replied,

"Faye, it was shortly after my divorce. When my daughter Marie would come for weekends, or in the summer her friends would be at the house. That's when I started noticing them, the way they primped, how they looked, their attitude. How they gossiped about others; even their friends who just happened not to be there at the time. Each time it seems I would get a peek or just a thought or the way they said what they said and it was off to my room. I must have "jilled" over a thousand times in the 5 years. And yes you were right is was very wet reading your letter and even wetter telling you this. Messy pants Mary."

By now, Mary was beginning to lose all her self-restraint. I decided to bind her even closer to me by making her jealous of one of my other pets. I wrote her that she was only my second-best little yummy-wummy. That got to her just as I knew it would. I told her I wanted to know everything, all her secrets. Here is her reply.

"All my secrets? Oh Faye that is so embarrassing it makes me so wet. What if it is someone I have talked to. She would know what a slut I am she could lead me down such humiliating paths. I know it can't be anyone I know in real life none of them would ever be like I am. Not being you first yummy wummy makes what I tell you so much naughtier. It makes me even cheaper. Like Julia I can't help but degrade myself in front of you. Wanting, needing your acceptance but knowing it will never be enough. My udders and nasty cunt ache for your treatment for the humiliation you give me. I went to the mall last Friday and stole some day of the week lil girl panties and also some matching training bra and panty sets with polka dots. They are so cute. I wore one of them today and was so self-conscious I was so wet. I saw a denim jumper that made me think I could wear it. It would really show how flat i am and would be way too short, but it almost made me drool thinking of modeling for you. I looked at a few other things for girls but saw none. Probably good since I would have had to go down to the fifth floor at work again I am sure. Oh Faye why do I need to be like this? Why can't I just be a normal person? Messy pants slutty Mary."

Poor little slut. I really giggled over how sad she was that she couldn't seem to break free of me. I was even more aroused thinking I had gotten to her with my tale of a submissive competitor for my affections. I just couldn't keep her to myself any longer, so I told one of my best friends all about little Miss Messy Pants Mary. Then I told Mary about having done so. She replied.

"How wet it makes me knowing you tell her about me. I can hear the two of you giggling and making all sorts of degrading remarks about me. Making the lil girl in me scream with need. Oh Faye I need you to tell me what a pathetic perv I am in so need the humiliation. please Faye. Messy pants and training bra Mary."

Don't you agree that Mary is such a pathetic little yummy mommy, and she has so many more secrets to reveal if you want to read about them.

Faye

This work is copyright (c) 2011 by Faye Duncan. You may download and retain a copy for your personal use as long as the author's byline and e-mail address and this paragraph remain on the copy. Please do not post this story to any web site without permission from the author. All other rights reserved.

Faye Duncan can be reached at fayeduncan01@yahoo.com

Next: Chapter 2


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