Saturday, April 18, 2015

04/18/2015 • Her panties. Her bitch.



... and that's how it starts.

First, he's playing with your dirty panties. 

Next, he'll get curious and try them on. He will feel somehow more whole and find himself thinking about it more and more. 

Then he will sneak into your hamper and masturbate sniffing them nearly every day. 

He will start wearing them to work. His little secret... He hopes you'll never find out. 

He will start to fantasize about being caught. By someone at work... a family member... TSA at the airport... Mostly though he will fantasize about being found out by you. His femininity has become essential to his sense of self now. He NEEDS someone else...  He needs it to be you.

He realizes this is part of who she... no he... no definitely she is. There is a defined feminine part of her brain that has become part of him. He is deliciously consumed by realizing how happy and pretty and wonderful it feels to embrace this side of him.

He starts to talk to you more. He starts doing more around the house for you. You comment about how amazing he is. Without even realizing it, you reinforce him. At one point you make a comment about him being a domestic goddess around the house or that you feel as close to him now as your girl friends. And he blushes and melts. And falls in love with you all over again. 

And then he just tells you about his interest. He tells you he has sniffed your panties before. Of course, you knew. When you do laundry, any traces of discharge have been mysteriously gone for months. Sometimes, the crotch was still damp... First from his cum when he masturbated with them and then from his saliva when he licked then clean as part of his new daily ritual to connect with you. 

He tells you he had a "dream" (because it's easier than saying he consciously does it) that he was wearing your panties while the two of you had sex. He says it was your idea but it REALLY turned him on. When you don't leave him, he suggests maybe it might be fun to try it. 

That night, you put him in your panties and you have sex with someone new. It was different and better and he amazed you with how he kissed your lips and was so attentive to your pussy... as though you were a goddess and he was worshipping your soul through his devotion to your pussy. 

Every night has become massages and talking and him doing more and more of the chores around the house. When you ask him for something, his response is always a simple and respectful, yes ma'am. You find yourself needing to ask less and less. Like a little boy searching for praise he does his best to anticipate your needs. To let you relax on the couch while he does the housework. In your panties. 

Of course they don't fit him properly and he is stretching them out. So you take him shopping. You buy yourself new panties. He wants matching pairs. You giggle as you make him pay for them. You selected the checkout lane with a woman who was young and pretty and his "type" and watched from a distance as he bought sixteen pairs of women's panties by himself. He was beet red the entire time. So nervous. So cute. 

And when you put them on him that night, he tells you how much he loves you and wants to submit to you in every way. You comment that he has become like your own little servant. And tease maybe you should send him out to get fucked by a man dressed in his new panties so he can really feel what it's like to be a woman. Then you'd be like his pimp and he would be your bitch. He's terrified at the thought but also intrigued as you can see. 

An Amazon package shows up at your door two days later. It's addressed to your husband. You open it and find a riding crop, three paddles, two but plugs, a harness, and a strap on. It's a long black penis. And that night, you fuck him like a man and he is fucked like a woman. 

And that's how it works. That's how you get your girl. 

More or less, it's how it started for Erin and I. We have since fallen back into normalcy over the past few years. She missed when I was more dominant. I've missed when I could submit to her. But worshipping her and allowing her to lead our marriage means I do what she asks and what makes her happy. So I'm working on being the leader she needs. And finding the happiness knowing that in doing so, I am still submitting. Even if the panties and femininity aren't at the forefront for now. 

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