WedgiesRUs

Surprised and happy about the amount of kind messages.

Thank you ; )

I am going into this completely aware how odd this is for the majority of people. Im looking for a hay colored needle in 500 foot haystack. Im putting this profile out there hoping that needle finds me...

Or at least paints themselves bright blue.

Reaching down into the back of her pants, fishing for her underwear while she squirms and squeals I wonder what kind of underwear will she have on? It feels cotton...thats a good thing. What type of underwear she's wearing makes a HUGE difference in the wedgie. Plain jane cotton panties are perfect for me. I hate thongs! They rip far too fast and easily...I really have to be meticulous about not ruining the fun too quickly.

Bending her over my lap and holding her frantic hands at bay with one hand I get a good grip with the other and begin the long pull to redemption. Oh if these panties could only see what they will look like in 20 minutes. Stretched, torn, shredded, useless...But for now...they slide smoothly up and over the waistband of the jeans. She's protesting but we both know she has been waiting for this and her cries fall on deaf ears. She's the one who has been messaging me about me not being strong enough to give her an atomic wedgie over and over. We both have played this game enough times to know she wants it just as much if not more so than I do.

"And we have lift off..." i gleefully exclaim as the legholes have now made themselves shown to me. Perfect. White cotton underwear, champagne glasses in various colors printed all over them. Nice waistband attached at the top. Sturdy enough to withstand the abuse, delicate enough to rip in certain parts, just for other parts to be grabbed and re-used as handles.

Shifting my weight I surprise her by dumping her body off me at an angle. She falls to the floor while I still have her underwear gripped. Her underwear shoots up her back as her own body weight betrays her and her wedgie has begun. Shifting to a two handed grip I haul up but not too hard...at this angle her underwear could rip far too easily and I want to make this a good one. In a half standing lean she is trying to pull the rope which has been made out of her leg holes down to avoid the pressure. "HOLY SHIT!" she cries out as she continues this half dance, half shuffle. She had been pressing her body weight against me so I decided to change tactics, plus I wanted a better look. I quickly back away and she falls on her butt on the ground. Shifting back to one hand I quickly press her to the ground with the other so she's face down and I straddle her back, locking her to the ground with my weight. I look down at the view. Her underwear is a good foot and a half stretched out and over her jeans. Her jeans are clad to her ass perfectly and her black and white striped shirt is crumpled up and disheveled. I scoot back to give myself more leverage and a better pull sitting up close to her head. Her cries are now muffled as her face is pressed down into the rug. I can still hear a mixture of shrieks, laughter, and curses as I prepare to go to work. 

Two hands grip, and two hands pull as I heave back and send the underwear another good foot up her back. Threads begin to pop like music to my ears, but knowing I don't want them to rip yet I loosen the pressure and prepare for another haul. Her Legs shoot out straight and her toes curl every time I pull back and I know that the cotton has worked its way up the front as well as far up the back.

I continue with this repeated motion as I verbally tease her the entire time. I shift my weight off her and pull her hair to the side and look down at her beat red face. "Who's the wedgie-king now pal?" I tease as I keep one hand locked around her panties. "Me! You can't give a wedgie to save your liahhhuuuhuhhu!!" I cut her off as I move back to my position and haul back. I switch to the leg holes now and pull back on that tight rope and work it up and around, sometimes hard jerks, sometimes twisting and turning. These pulls go on for some time as I continue the teasing. I finally release and look at the mess that was her panties. Patting her butt I pick at her undies with one hand. "Shame, shame, but i HIGHLY doubt you'll be wearing these again. You know your jeans are getting a little stretched out from all this abuse too and I would just HATE to ruin such nice ones." I put my hands on her jeans and slowly and painstakingly start to wiggle them down her rear. Her intensified protests do nothing as they slip there way down below the buttcheeks and I see the beatiful moon shape that is a perfectly wedgied females ass. "Ahhh much better...now...where was i?" Gathering u the champagne glasses mid-underwear I haul back and am greeted by the beautiful sight. The torture continues as I switch techniques, speeds, and intensity. After some time I let up, switch positions, and pull back the hair to check on my victim. "How you holding up buddy?"

Complete humiliation does not begin to describe the burning red face I am witnessing. "Oh Im just peachy keen down here, how are you?" she asks. " You ready to admit I'm the wedgie king" I ask gripping her incredibly stretched underwear in case she needed another reminder. "Well you know...I just wouldn't feel right due to the fact that I'm in such a binding situation they wouldn't be my true thoughts...so no...Im not ready." SMACK my hand comes down on her ass with a resounding crack. "Yooowchhh!!!!!!!!!" SMACK , other cheek this time. "say it!!" SMACK "no!!!"SMACK "SAY IT!" SMACK "NOOOO, you are the worst wedgie giver ever and will never be king!!" SMACK, SMACK SMACK SMACK One hand cranks her underwear up her ass as I go back to sitting on her head and the other rains down blows on her uncovered cheeks. This continues for a minute or two and her ass becomes a perfectly fiery red. Her shrieking had intensified and then cooled off and I could picture her with her eyes closed, face beat red, loving/hating every minute of this. Deciding this would be a good point to put the icing on the cake I take a wide grip on the waistband and pull with everything I've got. This time I welcome to the popping threads as the waistband start to separate from the rest of the underwear. I gleefully help it on its way as I continue to pull, this time moving back farther so Im off her body completely. Using this new leverage the waistband hooks up and over her head as I let it go and hold itself in place around her throat. She hasn't moved yet so I gather her leg holes in one hand and give em a final pull and one final smack to each cheek. 

She moans once nice and loud before rolling over. Hair completely disheveled, out of breath, and still bright red she sits back on her heels, underwear hooked up and over her head and smiles at me.

"I still never called ya wedgie-king....you suck" she smiles at me.

"oh you are just asking for another round huh" I crack my knurled and pretend to stretch.

"I am ready for round two, but this time you will be the one crying uncle, I promise you!" she threatens. We both know this routine too. That will never happen. But its cute.

She stands up and to my delight decided to just remove the jeans instead of pulling them back up. Throwing them at me she strides towards her room wedgie still in place. "Give me one second cowboy, I have to go dislodge this pair from the deepest regions of my ass before I put on a new pair. You may want to kiss yours goodbye while you still have the chance" She smiles one more time with her underwear still hooked around her throat before disappearing around the door frame. I look down at the jeans in my hand and I know that I am in love.