We had taken a weekend trip together to a nearby city that was known for being very LGBT-friendly. I had a feeling this was precisely the reason that my wife wanted to go there. We had some food, drank some coffee, and walked around a bit. Then my wife say a queer-themed bookstore and wanted to go inside. I told her I’d wait out in front for her because I didn’t think I’d be comfortable inside.
After only a few minutes she came outside and I was surprised, thinking she was done already. Instead, she turned on her domme voice and said, “I was thinking about it, and I want you to come inside and browse. If that embarrasses you, then good!”
I’d been inside adult stores before, but never one that was LGBT, and it felt awkward to look around. I felt super embarrassed the whole time, but in a good way.
About a month later, we were driving somewhere together and she was talking about ideas she had for embarrassing me more, in good ways like that trip to the bookstore. She mentioned the idea of sending me into a bookstore to buy gay erotica, and that idea excited me.
Then she said, “What if I had you go somewhere and buy panties? What if I made you wear them?”
She had no idea she had just touched on my biggest secret. Up until that moment I had never let on how much I loved panties and the fact that I’d worn them on a regular basis before our relationship started. There was instant arousal from her hitting on something that was such a big fetish of mine.
I tried not to sound too excited when I told her that I would love it if she did that. Regardless of me trying to play it down, I think she could tell how much I liked that idea. She went on to talk about how much she’d like to see me buying and wearing panties. I was so into the idea that I wanted to suggest we cancel the plans we had and go right out to buy some panties instead.
She mentioned the type of panties she’d like to see me in, and I responded by telling her the types I’d like to wear. She clearly noted that I had already given this some thought. I finally just blurted it out, “I used to wear panties all the time!” I said, embarrassed but excited about admitting it.
Once I’d said that, I confessed everything. Even though I was embarrassed, she acted like I was telling her the most normal thing she’d ever heard. After I was through confessing, she said that we were going to have a new rule effective immediately: that I would only wear women’s underwear from that point on. I told her I didn’t have any to wear, thinking we might go shopping right that moment. Instead she said she had a whole pile of older panties she was ready to get rid of, and that they would now be mine.
And from that day on I have worn nothing but panties. I admit that the fact that she acts like there’s nothing weird about it makes it feel less exciting. But at this point I couldn’t imagine ever wearing men’s underwear again.
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