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Pansy was in a state of bliss. Her boyfriend wasn’t going to be home for another hour, so she could enjoy her embarassing fetish for a little while longer without him knowing.
Her black panties were hitched high up her back and the leg holes were looped over her shoulders in a shoulder wedgie that rubbed against her clit wonderfully when she moved even the slightest bit. With the wedgie securely in place, she threw a loose top and leggings on and set about cleaning the house.
She was so worked up, she could feel the gusset of her panties becoming embarrassingly slick. She would remove the wedgie just before Neville got home, they would have absolutely incredible sex, and he would never have to know what got her so excited to begin with.
It wasn’t that Pansy was ashamed of her fetish, it was just that the first, and only, time she had shared it with someone they had laughed in her face and told her that she was weird. She wasn’t about to lose her perfect boyfriend just because she was some freak who enjoyed being humiliated and degraded, so she would keep it a secret.
Or at least she thought she would.
She was halfway through the dishes, thirty minutes before she expected Neville home, when she heard the front door open. Neville’s voice rang through the kitchen and Pansy froze.
“Hey sweetheart, I finished up early, isn’t that great?”
Fuck. She could handle this, she just needed to act normal, give him a quick kiss then get to the bathroom so she could pick her underwear out of her ass.
“Hey Nev, I’m just in the kitchen doing the dishes, so glad you’re home,” she said, her voice coming out an octave too high.
“You okay, sweetheart? That’s your nervous voice, should I be worried?”
Why did he have to be such an attentive and caring boyfriend?
She cleared her throat, “oh I’m fine, just a little tickle in my throat.”
He rushed over to her, “oh no, are you coming down with something?”
He turned her away from the sink, pressing the back of his hand to her forehead to check her temperature.
She laughed nervously, “I said I’m fine, Nev. It’s really nothing, probably just from the smell of the soap, you know we had to pick up a new scent earlier this week. It’s probably just a stronger fragrance than I’m used to.”
“I don’t know, sweetheart, you look a little flushed, you can tell me if you’re not feeling okay, I can take over the dishes,” his voice was laced with concern.
“Fine, you can take over, I’ll just go to the bathroom and blow my nose and I’ll be right as rain!”
She turned quickly to grab the hand towel sitting beside her on the counter, too quickly. She knocked it off the counter and hastily bent forward to retrieve it from the floor. She immediately realized she messed up.
“Umm, sweetheart, why are your panties halfway up your back?”
She stood up quickly and turned around to face her boyfriend.
“What are you talking about? They’re not, probably just my bra.” She brushed past him, but he grabbed her arm.
“Pansy,” shit, he used her first name, “did someone do something to you? I know what a wedgie is, and that’s what I just saw.”
Her face flamed, “Neville, I have no idea what you’re talking about, it’s nothing.”
“Alright, take off your shirt then, Pansy,” he was dead serious.
Her voice came out as a whisper, “I can’t.”
“Is that because it’s not nothing?”
She said nothing.
“Pansy, did you do it to yourself?”
“…yes.”
She had never been so embarrassed in her life, and worse, the embarrassment was just making her more excited.
“Now why’d you do that, sweetheart,” his voice was so sweet, but she couldn’t tell him the reason. So, she just said nothing again.
“Is it because it turns you on, sweetheart? Is this what you do before I come home that gets you so worked up?”
Good grief, it’s like he saw right into her brain. Her eyes went wide at his statement and his eyes darkened.
“Who would’ve thought my bossy girlfriend would be a wedgie slut,” his voice was dripping with arousal and Pansy shuddered at his words.
“You…you don’t think I’m weird? You’re not disgusted?”
“Sweetheart, why would I be disgusted? You know I love humiliation and degradation as much as you do, this is right up my alley. I’m honestly a little bummed I didn’t know sooner, I could’ve looked into this deeper and figured all sorts of humiliating things to do to you. I am so sorry that someone made you feel like this was weird and something you had to hide.” He wrapped her into a tight embrace and her eyes pricked with tears.
“Thank you, Neville,” she sobbed into his chest.
“You don’t need to thank me, sweetheart, but we are definitely going to talk about this because I am very much so into this.” She laughed into his chest, feeling lighter now that she wasn’t keeping this a secret from him.
“Alright, now you can really finish up the dishes and I’m going to blow my nose for real now, I’m a snotty mess,” she said, looking at him with pure joy.
“You got it, sweetheart. We will talk after dinner.”
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“Ok, so you enjoy the humiliation and the stimulation of it,” he stated bluntly.
“Yes, you already know I love being degraded and teased, so the wedgies are just…another way for me to be degraded.”
She was squirming in her seat while talking to him. She had never seen him look so excited before.
“Pansy, I have never been so hard in my life.”
“You would be, you sadist.”
“I have to go read about this right now, I’m going to learn every wedgie out there and we are going to try them all,” he looked positively giddy.
“Nev, are you…are you sure you want this?”
“Sweetheart, I’m going to have to buy you new panties just for this, I’m beyond sure. Now, let me go learn how to bully you, wedgie slut.” He pressed a quick kiss to the tip of her nose and bounded into his office where the computer was (Hermione insisted they should get one), and she was left squirming in anticipation.
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A little while later, Pansy was reading on the couch when Neville finally came out of the office. He looked positively ecstatic as he made his way over to where she was sitting.
“Hi sweetheart, would you mind standing up for me?” His voice was so gentle, and she stood up immediately.
“Did you learn anything,” she asked quietly, knowing he did.
“Why don’t you turn around and I’ll show you,” his voice had turned predatory and she shivered as she turned away from him.
His fingers traced down her arms gently, and she sighed at the contact. He peppered kisses down her neck and his hands roamed to her abdomen. He ran his hands under her shirt and began pulling it off. She raised her arms, and he tossed her shirt to the side. Slowly, his fingers made their way to the waistband of her leggings. His fingers dipped below the fabric and she held her breath. Finally, he grabbed the top of her panties and she felt like her nerves were on fire.
“You ready, sweetheart?”
She nodded quickly and closed her eyes. He yanked upwards quickly and she gasped. The fabric of her panties was invading her so deeply and it felt incredible. He yanked upwards again and she moaned.
“How’s that feel, slut?”
She moaned in reply and ground her clit against the fabric.
“From what I was reading, what you were doing earlier was called a shoulder wedgie, but I think we can do better than that, don’t you agree, slut?”
“Better how,” she gasped out, her mind going wonderfully empty as the degradation excited her.
“I was thinking we should go big, try for an atomic.” She moaned at the word.
“I’ve never been able to do that one to myself,” she desperately hoped her panties were stretchy enough for it.
“Beg for me to do it. Tell me you’ll be my wedgie slut and let me bully you every day,” he hadn’t let go of her waistband once.
“Please, Nev. Please do it, I’ll be your wedgie slut and let you bully me whenever you want! I need it so bad,”she sounded pathetic, but she was too turned on to care.
“I’ll make sure to wedgie you every day, maybe we’ll even try a swirly too. Give you the full experience of being a wedgie slut. I’ll be your bully and you’re definitely getting an atomic today.”
With those words, he released her waistband, pushed her down onto all fours and walked to the front of her body. His hands found her waistband again quickly and he started pulling higher than she’d ever had her panties before. She was a moaning mess as her panties reached her neck.
“Just one more pull, slut. Then, I’m going to paint your face with my cum.”
His final yank was enough to snap the waistband of her panties over her forehead. The humiliation was exquisite and her hand rushed between her thighs as Neville ripped off his belt and began stroking himself furiously.
“God, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, sweetheart. I’m going to give you every wedgie possible, slut.”
She was rubbing her clit through her panties with fervor as she listened to his degrading words.
“Maybe I’ll hang you up in the greenhouse by your panties and make the plants spank your ass red while I work,” she moaned at the thought.
“Or, next time you bake a cake for me, I’ll shove a slice into your panties, give you a messy wedgie, and then make you eat the cake out of your panties.”
The humiliation was too much and she came with a scream just as Neville unloaded on her face.
“Fucking hell, sweetheart, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cum that hard,” he said as he removed the waistband from her forehead.
She smiled broadly, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, sweetheart. Let’s get you cleaned up so we can cuddle. I’ll get you some snacks and we can watch a movie.”
He scooped her up into his arms and headed to the bathroom. Pansy was so glad he found out her secret.