u/CherryBlossom0005

This is chapter 3 of an ongoing series:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2

I’ve been enjoying writing this and I’m invested in getting to the end. I think this story will probably be around 5 chapters long, but I could probably keep writing after that too. This community has been so nice to me, thank you everyone! But do let me know if there’s anywhere else online I should be posting this too.

I’ve been starting these with character profiles but since there’s no new characters here’s three more examples from Emily’s underwear drawer.

Everyday underwear: Victoria’s Secret pink g-string with thick waistband.

Underwear set: Calvin Klein grey icon cotton modal thong and matching unlined bralette.

Embarrassing pair: An old pair of pink briefs with cartoon unicorns and rainbows all over them.

Caught in a Wedgie #3

Emily was stunned. Her flatmate Adam had just given her a wedgie and, even more shocking, he had kissed her. She couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss, clumsy at first, then passionate. The sensation had been intensified by the feeling of her thong pulled tight between her cheeks. Every little tug from him sent sparks through her body. But after the kiss, just when she desperately wanted him to keep going, he had left without another word. He had left her standing there in his room, thong stretched over her shoulders, aching and desperately horny.

She waited patiently, exactly as he had left her, but after a while she realised he wasn’t coming back. With a disappointed sigh, she slipped out of his room and hurried down the hallway to her own, the blue thong still pulled tight over her shoulders like humiliating suspenders. She prayed no one would see her.

Back in her room, Emily closed the door and leaned against it, breathing hard. She stripped down to just the thong and inspected herself in the mirror. He had done this to her. The stretched fabric was proof of his dominance. She crawled into bed, lay on her stomach, and rocked slowly against a pillow. The thong dug deeper with every roll of her hips. It didn’t take long before she came hard, gasping into the mattress. Exhausted, she drifted off to sleep still wearing the wedgie. When she woke an hour later, the thong was still over her shoulders and the area between her legs felt tender and sensitive. She hesitated to remove it. Part of her wanted to keep his work. Eventually she unhooked the fabric, got ready for bed properly, and fell asleep again.

The next day, Emily woke with a burning certainty: she needed to see him. She wanted Adam to claim her, to use her. She wasn’t sure why he had walked away last night. She knew he could have done anything he wanted to her, and she wouldn’t have said no.

Today she got ready like she meant business. She took a long shower, washing her hair, exfoliating, and shaving everything. After drying off, she did her hair and makeup with care, wanting to look her best. For underwear, she chose a grey Calvin Klein thong and matching bralette that made her feel sexy. She finished the look with a short floral summer dress. Before leaving her room, she went to the bathroom, cleaned herself out, and slipped in her buttplug. Then she set off in search of Adam.

She found him in his room. She had planned to give him an earful for leaving her last night, but the moment she saw his face, her resolve melted. He made a silly joke, and she found herself giggling instead. They chatted about nothing in particular, the tension between them crackling, until they agreed to watch a film in her room.

They never made it through the film.

Soon after it started, his hand brushed hers. Not long after that, Emily was straddling his lap on the couch, kissing him deeply. Adam’s hands slid under her dress and tugged lightly at her thong, testing her.

Emily pulled back just enough to look at him, their lips still brushing. “Do it properly,” she whispered. “Give me a proper wedgie.”

Adam swallowed. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

She giggled, feeling giddy and bold. “I want you to hurt me. I want you to destroy me with my underwear. Rip them off, shove them in my mouth, pin me down, fuck me however you like and leave me in a heap. Pull my hair, call me a nerd, slap my ass, flush my head down the toilet if you want. I want to be yours. I want you to use me however you want.”

His eyes widened. “Damn, Emily. You really know what you want.” He let out a nervous laugh. “I’m just new to this. I’m used to girls who want me to be respectful and gentle.”

Emily found that oddly endearing, the idea that she might have to train her own bully. “Well, I want you to take charge. I want you to bully me. Whatever you want to do, I want it too. And if it’s too much, I’ll tell you. Okay?”

Adam looked her in the eyes, his voice steadier now. “Yeah. I can do that.” He gripped the waistband of her thong with both hands and pulled upward, firm but still careful.

“Harder,” she breathed, rolling her hips against him. “Put your full strength into it.”

With a low exhale, he obeyed. He yanked sharply. The thong pulled deep between her cheeks, forcing a whimper from her throat.

“Fuck yes,” Emily moaned. “Like that.”

Adam’s voice grew rougher. “You really like it when it hurts, don’t you, nerd?”

“I love it.” She kissed him again. “I love being dominated with wedgies. It drives me crazy when you take control.”

He pulled harder, stretching the fabric up her back until it reached her shoulder blades. Threads started to pop. For a second his grip loosened, but Emily urged him on. “You can rip them. I wore them for you to destroy.”

This time when he yanked, Emily cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

“Shit, Emily, does that feel good?”

“So good,” she panted. “It burns in the best way.”
He kept the pressure on, more threads snapping.

“You look so fucking hot like this,” he said, gaining confidence. “All submissive and whimpering for me.”

Emily’s cheeks burned. “Keep talking like that.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, nerd.” He punctuated the words with a hard pull and a firm slap on her ass. “Now stand up. I want to try something.”

She obeyed immediately. Adam stood with her, spun her around, and pressed her against the wall. He flipped the back of her dress up, exposing her ass, and regained his grip on the thong.
“I’m going to rip these clean off.”

“Fuck yes!” Emily moaned, rising onto her toes. “Pull from the front too, so it rubs my clit.”

Adam slid one hand around to the front. “When these rip, I’m shoving them in your mouth to shut you up.” He tugged sharply upward on both sides. The fabric rubbed hard against her clit, making her knees buckle.

“Oh my god, Adam,” she gasped. “You’re such a fast learner.”

He chuckled darkly. “You’re soaked. I can see it through the fabric. You really do get off on this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she admitted, voice breaking as he alternated between sharp yanks and slow, dragging pulls. “I love feeling helpless, like you control me with my underwear.”

He kept her pinned a little longer, experimenting. Then he ordered softly, “Tell me what else you want.”

“Make me walk around the room with it.”

Adam hauled her around the room by the thong. At one point she stumbled and fell to her knees. He stopped, concerned, but she begged, “Don’t stop, please.” So he yanked her back up by the stretched fabric and continued.

He finally forced her face-down onto the bed. From that position he pulled with everything he had. Her ass burned as the thong dug in deeper. Threads snapped loudly. With one last powerful tug, he ripped the thong clean off her.

“Adam, fuck me please,” she begged, her voice weak and pathetic but desperate.
He was rock hard. He pulled his cock out, the tip glistening, but she stopped him. “I need another pair first. Top drawer.”

He took the ruined grey thong and shoved it into her mouth. “Nerds are better when they don’t speak back,” he taunted. He opened her drawer, found an identical black pair with a white waistband, and slipped them onto her. Emily got on all fours. He pulled the thong aside and pushed into her pussy slowly. Once he was buried deep, he started thrusting, slow and deliberate at first, then faster. His left hand gripped her hip while his right held her thong, using it like reins to control her. Every thrust was paired with a sharp pull. The mix of pain and pleasure overwhelmed her. I didn’t take long before she came hard, giving a muffled moan.

Adam slowed, clearly wanting more. He took the thong out of her mouth and reached for the purple jewel of her buttplug. “Can I?” he asked gently. She nodded. He removed it carefully and set it aside.

“There’s lube in the drawer,” she told him. He applied it generously, then pressed against her ass. After a few careful attempts he found the right angle and slowly sank inside her. Emily buried her face in the pillow. As he thrust, he kept tugging on the fresh thong, using it as a handle. When he finally came, he gave the thong one last hard pull and groaned, filling her ass with cum.

They collapsed together, sweaty and breathing hard. Adam released the thong, letting the overstretched fabric snap back and catch the cum leaking from her. “Was that okay?” he asked, suddenly softer again.

Emily laughed breathlessly and pulled him down for a kiss. “That was perfect. You’re a quick learner.”

P.s. I wrote and edited this chapter in a shoulder wedgie!

Hey, I’m a long time lurker and new to interacting with the community. It has been amazing so far chatting with people and I realised how different people are with their wedgie related preferences. I’ve been writing wedgie stories and thought it would help me to know what people like broadly, so I put together a survey!

It’s a short survey on Google Forms and is entirely anonymous, I don’t collect emails or anything. As a thank you for filling it in I’ll try and bring the results together and post them back here when I’m done!

It’s open to everyone as long as you’re over 18. I just filled it in and found it fun, hopefully you do too!

This is a continuation from my previous wedgie story, introducing Emily as the main character/wedgie girl. Here’s a character profile for Adam, the one who will be giving her the wedgies in this story. I think I’m going to swap between their perspectives, so this one is mostly from his side of things.

Also really sorry if I’ve not responded to a message, I’ve got so many DMs to go through and I’m starting to lose track! I’m always open to suggestions for where to go next, so let me know what you think!

Previous chapter:
Caught in a Wedgie #1

Character profile: Adam
Age: 21
Height: 5’11
Hair: Pushed back, dark brunette
Eyes: Green
Style: Smart casual

Personality: Loud, bright, inquisitive
Occupation: Student
Sexuality: Straight (probably)
Nationality: English
Star sign: Leo
Wedgie status: Potential bully, giver

Outfit example:
Brown chinos, flannel shirt, suede Adidas Gazelles.

Underwear examples
Everyday underwear:
Calvin Klein boxer briefs - black

Embarrassing underwear:
Calvin Klein modern cotton thong (men’s) - grey

Caught in a wedgie #2

Adam still couldn’t believe what he had seen. Back in his room, the flat was quiet now, his other roommates had stopped partying to go out to the club. He had decided to skip the night out because his mind was fixed on one thing. He had just seen his flatmate Emily with a dildo and buttplug inside her and with her granny panties pulled over her head. Thinking about the image now made him extremely aroused. He had always had a bit of a crush on Emily, he loved shy girls. But now thinking about her like that changed everything, like it had awoken something in him. The idea of her getting a wedgie was driving him crazy and he was starting to imagine giving her one himself.

He didn’t know why he was being turned on by the idea of a wedgie. As he imagined himself pulling on her underwear there was something about the dominance and the humiliation that really turned him on. He pulled up a social media image of Emily on his phone, already fully hard as he started masturbating. He stared at her shy dorky smile looking back at him while he pictured her briefs again pulled between her cheeks and over her forehead.

He started to imagine her sucking his dick while still in the atomic wedgie he had put her in this time. Still staring at her face on his phone it didn’t take long for him to finish covering himself with his warm cum. He cleaned himself up and got ready for bed, his imagination still full of Emily and wedgies.

He didn’t see Emily for the next few days. He wondered if she was avoiding him. But every night it was the same ritual, look at a photo of her, imagine giving her wedgies, cum. He was addicted, he thought about her all the time. He desperately wanted to bump into her so they could talk about what he had seen.

One morning he came through to the kitchen to find her there eating cereal.
Adam cleared his throat to announce his presence and saw Emily jump a little. “Hey, Emily” he said carefully “I’ve not seen you in a while.” He poured himself some cereal and sat across from her at the table.

Her face was deep red and she was avoiding his gaze, eyes fixed on her cereal. “Oh, hey Adam” was all she managed to stutter out in her embarrassment.

Adam was also hit by a sudden embarrassment, the memory of masturbating to her picture very night making him struggle to look her in the eye as well. Both now looking down at their cereal he finally broke the silence. “So, are we going to talk about the other night or are you just going to avoid me for the whole semester?”

Emily looked up from her cereal, fixing eyes with him for a brief second before looking away again. Eventually the words came flooding out her mouth “I’m just so fucking embarrassed, you must think I’m a freak! I mean, I feel like you should have knocked or something. Oh my god! I just wish I could make you forget or something.”

Adam nodded. “Yeah that was my bad, I really shouldn’t be walking into a lady’s room unannounced I suppose.”

Emily was amused for a moment. “Oh, so I’m a lady, am I?”

“Well, what do you want me to say, female?” He said grinning.

“You could try woman or girl?” She was laughing now.

The idea of a retort came to his head, but he was worried she would take it the wrong way. After a brief pause he decided to say it anyway. “What about nerd?”

Emily managed to turn a deeper shade of red than she already was. She didn’t want to admit it but that comment made her deeply aroused. She grinned and whined playfully “I’m not a nerd!”

“Well if you’re not a nerd then why did I see you in an atomic wedgie the other night?” Adam said, feeling less inhibited now and a wide grin on his face.

Emily looked around the room, as if checking for eavesdroppers. “Keep your voice down, I don’t want anyone else to know about that.”

Adam smiled. “Fair enough, want to talk in my room then?”

Emily looked hesitant at first but decided it was fine. “Yeah ok, let’s go.”

Back in his room Emily was perched on the edge of his bed while Adam was sitting in the chair at his desk. She felt slightly vulnerable here but also had butterflies churning in her stomach.

“So you like wedgies?” Adam stared at her expectantly.

She managed to look at him. “Yes, I do.” She whispered.

“And what is it about them you like?” He enquired gently.

Emily was still embarrassed but starting to feel more comfortable to talk freely. “Well, a little bit is the pain I guess, but also the embarrassment, the humiliation you know?”

Adam could hardly contain himself as he spoke breathily. “I bet you loved being caught? That must have been so humiliating to be seen with your knickers over your head.”

Her embarrassment had made her incapable of giving more than one a word answer, “Yeah.”

Adam’s heart was pounding. He let out a nervous laugh. “I can’t believe we’re actually talking about this.”
Emily sat quietly on the edge of his mattress, face still red.

“So” he continued, “what do you usually like? When you’re getting a wedgie I mean?”

Emily looked at him shyly. “Well, the really big ones are my favourite. The bigger the better.”

Adam swallowed hard, trying to find the courage to say the thing he had been wanting to say for a while. “If I wanted to try giving you one, a wedgie I mean, like would that be okay? Sorry if that’s really weird.”

She nodded, biting her lip. “I’d like that.”
He stood up slowly and she moved to be in front of him. With shaky hands, Adam slipped his hands under the back of her jeans and found the thin waistband of her underwear. Pulling up slightly he revealed her small baby blue string thong.

“Oh, a thong,” he murmured, surprised but clearly turned on. “That changes things. I don’t think this would work for a proper wedgie like your other pair did.”

Emily shook her head, embarrassed. “No, it doesn’t really stretch that far.”

Adam nodded, eyes fixed on the blue fabric. “Okay, over your shoulders maybe?” He looked up at her for confirmation. “Is that alright?”

“Yes,” she whispered, “but they are my favourite so don’t rip them.”

“No promises!” He took a breath, then gripped the back of her thong with both hands. He pulled slowly at first, testing her reaction. The thin thong pulled tightly between her cheeks. Emily gasped.

“Is it too much?” he asked immediately.
“No it’s good. It’s just different when someone else is pulling them.”

Encouraged, Adam pulled harder. With some stretching he managed to get one side of the waistband over her left shoulder, then the other over her right, leaving her locked in her shoulder wedgie. The thong was pulled deep and tight, the front digging into her clit while the back disappeared completely between her cheeks. The stretched thong stood out against her white t-shirt, framing her shoulders like humiliating suspenders.

“Fuck” Adam breathed, sitting back down on the bed so he could look at her properly. “Emily you look so good like that. Does it hurt?”

“A little,” she admitted, voice shaky. Every small movement made the fabric tug. “It’s starting to dig in. But it feels amazing”

For a long moment they just stared at each other, her standing in her wedgie and him sitting watching her. Then, almost without thinking, Adam stood up. He was almost a foot taller so had to look down to find her gaze. He could feel her warm breath on his chest. He hesitated, moving in for a kiss.

“Can I?” He asked, uncertainty filling his voice. Emily gave a tiny nod.
He leaned in slowly, the kiss awkward at first. His lips were soft and warm against hers, their tongues performing a delicate dance, hers light and submissive, his dominant and searching. As they kissed, Adam had one hand resting gently on her waist while the other pulled at the back of her stretched thong.

It was a sweet and clumsy kiss,
while she stood there in the tight shoulder wedgie he had just given her. When they finally pulled apart, both of them were blushing hard.

Adam let out a breathless laugh and rested his forehead against hers. “Wow.”
Emily smiled shyly, still feeling every inch of the thong digging into her. “Yeah, wow!”

Hey, I’m new to posting here, although I’ve been a long time lurker! I’ve recently started writing wedgie erotica and thought this would be a good place to post it. Let me know if you like it and I might write more!

Since it’s my first post here I’ll introduce myself a little. I’m Emily, I’m a 21 year old bisexual girl from Scotland. I have had a wedgie kink for as long as I can remember and I’m also into humiliation, underwear, bondage and other related things! All of which I’m sure will come up in my writing at some point. I’m writing fiction but it’s a big self-insert so I usually call the main character Emily too! I’ll put a character profile below, but it’s essentially based on me!

Character profile: Emily
Age: 21
Height: 5’2
Hair: Mid-length, straight, hazelnut
Eyes: Blue
Style: Casual, vintage

Personality: Shy, friendly, nerdy
Occupation: Student
Sexuality: Bisexual
Nationality: Scottish
Star sign: Capricorn
Wedgie status: Nerd receiver

Outfit example:
Jeans, white t-shirt, black Converse.

Underwear examples
Everyday underwear:
Lounge triangle thong - burgundy bamboo thong with a thick elastic waistband

Favourite underwear:
Calvin Klein dipped string thong - baby blue stretch cotton thong with thin elastic sides

Embarrassing underwear:
An old slightly ripped, stretched out pair of Wacoal B-smooth briefs - beige spandex granny panty style briefs bought for wedgies

Caught in a wedgie #1

Emily was wound up. It had been a long day culminating in an extremely challenging exam. She was finally back in her room, ready to relax, but it seemed her flatmates had other plans. She could hear loud music pulsing through the walls from the shared kitchen and very drunk people stumbling around in the hallway outside her room. She had hoped to go for a nap, but that clearly wasn’t happening.

She had meekly gone to ask if the music could be turned down and received a very dismissive nod from her flatmates. She knew it meant there would be no change in the volume, so she retreated to her room. Once inside with the door shut, she decided to relax another way. Unbuttoning her jeans, she slipped her hand under her burgundy thong and started touching herself, trying to drown out the sounds around her. As she did, she became aware of her thong riding up, giving her a slight natural wedgie.

Emily loved the feeling of her underwear pulled tight and began tugging on the back of her thong with one hand.
She tugged for a while, alternating between the front and the back, giving herself a squeaky-clean wedgie. The thin fabric rubbing between her cheeks and sensitive areas felt embarrassingly good as the front of her thong started to get damp. Despite this, she was frustrated by her inability to pull harder, so she grabbed a belt and looped it through the leg holes of her thong. This gave her better leverage while on her hands and knees.

She continued like this for a while, swapping between wedgies and masturbating, pulling harder and harder until she felt a sharp stinging burn that made her gasp. It wasn’t enough, though. She wanted more. She opened her bedside drawer and pulled out the things she needed: a dildo, a buttplug, a bottle of lube, and a pair of very beat-up beige granny panties. She quickly stripped, poured some lube on her small buttplug. She took a shaky breath as she slipped it in, feeling it stretch and settle with a light fullness. Then she put the granny panties on, giving herself a few warm-up tugs. After a while, she decided it was time for the dildo. She loved the full feeling of something in both holes.

With everything in place, she got on her hands and knees, and started pulling the panties up her back. Every tug forced the dildo and buttplug deeper, pressing them firmly against each other inside her. The overwhelming fullness made her tremble.
She managed to pull her panties over her head, keeping everything tight and freeing her hand to massage her clit. Her panty-covered head was buried deep in her pillow as she started to cum. Just as she moaned with release, she heard the sound of someone clearing their throat behind her.

She sprang to her feet, panties still over her head, and turned to defend herself, unable to cover the very embarrassing scene. She realised it was one of her flatmates, the only one she actually liked.

“What do we have here? This is quite the situation, Emily!” The bemusement and shock were evident in his voice.
Emily went bright red. She must have forgotten to lock her door. Her hands scrambled to cover her mostly naked body.

Adam started backing towards the door. “Well, I should probably leave you to whatever this is.”

“Please don’t tell anyone about this, Adam. It’s so embarrassing.” Emily sounded completely mortified. She scrambled urgently, unhooking her panties from her head. The dildo fell to the floor.

“I’m not going to lie. I don’t know if anyone would believe me if I told them.” He stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide as he took in the full scene. His roommate was standing there in nothing but a pair of stretched beige granny panties. He had caught a glimpse of her bejewelled buttplug on his way in, and her dildo lay on the floor like evidence of a crime. Her face was bright red, her hair messy, and her eyes struggled to meet his gaze.

Emily made a pathetic little squeak, one arm covering her breasts, the other trying to adjust her briefs.
“I thought I locked the door,” she whimpered. “Please, Adam, pretend you didn’t see.”

Adam didn’t move. He swallowed hard, one hand still on the door handle. His cheeks were flushed too now.
“Fuck, Emily. Sorry, I was just coming to ask if you wanted to join us. What were you doing? Actually, maybe don’t answer that.”

She couldn’t answer. She was gathering her clothes, frantically covering herself.
Adam’s gaze kept flicking down to the way the beige panties were pulled deeply between her cheeks, then back up to her face. He looked genuinely thrown.

“I was just trying to relax,” she mumbled. “The music was so loud and the exam was awful and I like wedgies, okay? I know it’s weird.”

She finally managed to get dressed, despite her briefs still up her ass and the plug still inside her.

Adam ran a hand through his hair, trying to avert his gaze. “You like wedgies?” His voice was quieter now. “Like sexually?”
Emily nodded, eyes on the floor. “Yeah. This is so embarrassing.”

There was a long silence. The distant thump of music still pulsed through the walls. “I’m not judging,” he said slowly. “I’ve just never seen anything like that. I never would’ve guessed you were in here doing this.”

“Shit, Emily. I don’t even know what to say right now.” He paused. “You look really fucking cute when you’re embarrassed, though.”

“Are you going to tell anyone?” she asked in a small voice, feeling weird butterflies in her stomach after what he had just said.

Adam shook his head slowly. “No. I won’t tell anyone, but it’s going to be hard to pretend nothing happened either.”

Eventually he left, leaving Emily to gather herself. She was so embarrassed but also deeply aroused by the humiliation of what had just happened. Especially with that last comment from Adam floating around in her head. He really thought she looked cute.

To be continued!