Mega Wedgie

He spoke slowly. "Please... please Mistress... if I... umm..."

Rachel shook her head disapprovingly and tut-tutted. "Come on Sissy Boy! Or is that French Maid outfit too manly for you? Do I have to find something more girly that is more becoming of you?"

Mitchell shook his head.

"If... if I..." he looked at Tanya, "if I give her a mega-wedgie, can I kiss your ass?"

"Who?"

"Tor... I mean... Slut Bitch. If I give Slut Bitch a mega-wedgie, can I kiss your ass?"

Calling his fiancé that name felt like a slap in the face, but at the same time the loss of control caused his erection to grow agonizingly larger, fighting against the constraining material of his panties.

It wasn't much, but he hoped that it would at least pique Rachel's interests enough that she'd accept this and finally move on to breakfast.

He held his breath, expecting Rachel to demand more. As he glanced at Tanya, he saw that her eyes had gone wide open at the thought of what possibly might be about to happen. Mitchell gave a small shrug as if to say "well, what was I supposed to do?" before his shoulders sagged in relief as he heard Rachel laugh mockingly, but nevertheless accept his offer.

"Fine... I'm in a generous mood this morning, so I'll grant you your little fantasy!"

Mitchell whispered a thank you, as was the expectation, and turned to face Tanya. The tall red-headed woman slowly rose from her chair and reluctantly turned around, a conflicted look on her face.

Mitchell sighed, and approached his future wife, who was naked at the back other than the panties and bra.

Rachel was beaming in satisfaction as Mitchell took hold of both sides of the already-too-small-panties. They were already partly buried in Tanya's backside, and the material was entirely insufficient to cover her ample ass.

"Sorry." He whispered. Tanya nodded her head slightly in acknowledgement.

Then, knowing that half-measures were ultimately worse than going full-tilt, he pulled the panties up with a strong, fast jerking motion. Tanya almost jumped off her feet as the panties rode deep into both her pussy and her butt, and she yelped in shock even though she'd known what was coming.

The material even partly ripped from the **** of the movement, and as Tanya involuntarily bent over, Mitchell could see that the panties had now buried themselves deeply into her crotch, bunched up into a thin thread that made it look as if Tanya was essentially straddling a multi-colored rope along her pussy and ass.

Her eyes were as wide as saucepans as she gasped and tried to adjust to this latest indignity. As she took in several deep breaths and let out a moan, Rachel playfully wandered up to them both, slapped Mitchell on his sore backside, and then mercilessly pulled Tanya's bra straps back before letting them go with a twang.

Tanya yet out another yelp as the tiny bra stung against her sensitive breasts.

Mitchell closed his eyes, and wished his erection away. Unfortunately, with every passing moment it was becoming more and more noticeable.

Rachel nodded in acknowledgement that Mitchell had completed his task, and Mitchell walked over before dropping to his knees. Smiling broadly, Rachel turned around and placed her backside in his face. Leaning forward, Mitchell planted a kiss on her ass, and Rachel took the opportunity to rub it in his face, until he had to pull away to take in a deep breath.

"Well?" she said, expectantly.

"Thank you Mistress, for letting me kiss your ass." Mitchell said, still on his knees and looking down at her feet.

With their mutual embarrassment now done though, Rachel sighed and seemed to suddenly switch focus to her breakfast routine.

As Mitchell and Tanya both tried to calm down regain their poise, Rachel looked at the table.

"Where's my breakfast?"