The Clothes Make The Man

 A Man and His Panties:  Within a couple days of our stepping back onto the power exchange path, Domme T was instructing me to retrieve a freshly delivered package from the porch.  Of course, I dutifully complied and upon handing her the box, I began to turn away when she commanded me to stop and stay facing her.

As she began opening the package she told me to take off my pants and underwear.  Within seconds I was before her, naked from the waist down.  I honestly wasn't quite sure what she was up to but I was still excited and my half-erect penis confirmed it.

My chin dropped when Mistress pulled multiple pairs of dainty, lacey, boy short style women's panties out of the package.  This was something I experimented with many years ago and she did not really approve of.  But now, here she was introducing it to me.  As I said in another post, we've changed and evolved.  She had a particular fondness for the peach-colored ones and selected them while setting the other pairs aside.

She was sitting and I was standing.  She looked up into my eyes.  "Put your hands on my shoulders," she instructed.  As soon as I did so she said, "now lift your foot."  I balanced there, using her for support and she flicked the panties out and slipped them over my foot and up my leg.  We repeated the process for my left leg and then with both my feet back on the floor, she shimmied and pull the underwear up and over my crotch.

She somewhat crankily stuffed my growing cock into the lace.  She shook her head slightly and her lips pursed off to the side, indicating her frustration with my excitement.  It was a look that ever so briefly revealed that she found it a little pathetic.  Ever the boy I suppose.  But, it was just a moment and soon she was smiling in satisfaction, obviously pleased with her choice. She spun me slowly around and patted my panty-covered bottom.  Mistress purred slightly and then spun me back to face her.

After she had me parade for a bit, she handed me the other pairs, told me to take off the ones I was in and to go wash them all.  Oh, and they had to be handwashed she added.  Too delicate for a washing machine it seemed.

I stood at the sink, gently washing my new panties.  Just those words, "my new panties" make my brain swim a little even though it's been weeks now.  I hung them up and when I returned back to the living room I was informed that I was to wear the peach-colored panties to work the next day.  Further, I was to take a picture of me in them and send it to her.  It was simultaneously embarrassing yet thrilling.

Of course I complied and she was quite pleased to receive the picture.  When I got home that day she had me stand before her again and she commented on how much she loved the sight of my heavy purple balls straining through the lace.  A comment she has repeated several times since, often with a rub and a lick of her lips before sending me away.

The lace panties are pretty thin in the crotch and during the day my balls slip to the side and out and they get pinched and in general, those panties can be uncomfortable for all day wear.  But Mistress had anticipated this and had already ordered what are actually listed on Amazon as, "Men's Ice Silk Transparent Panties"! 

She a very colorful set that including neon green and yellow ones.  They're sort of like wide thongs and actually have a bit of a dick pouch in the front.  If you find the one's I'm talking about, know they run very small.

Again I was to wash these and get them ready for daily wear which again I did.  Each morning, Mistress would pick a pair and leave out for me to wear the next day.  Many more pictures followed.  I have to say, these are some of the most comfortable underwear I've ever worn!

There's something about panties... I'm embarrassed even typing this but this space is for me to be honest and open... There's just something about them that I love.  I sincerely think it is less about what the panties do to me directly as it is their being a symbol of my wife's attention and love.  She did this herself, no prodding from me, and she thought it through quite a lot.  And her instructing me to handwash them just put it over the top!

I like rituals - acts you actively engage in for a distinct purpose.  My panties, in and of themselves, have become something of a ritual.  I cherish them.  I want to keep them as nice as I can.  I bought a bottle of Woolite and established a washing ritual.

I get up in the morning, brush my teeth and shave, then just before I step into the shower, I fill the sink with water, pour in a tiny bit of detergent, slip off my panties and dunk them in.  I let them soak while I bathe and upon getting out, I finish washing and rinsing them.  I rigged up a tiny "clothes line" in the bathroom.  Just enough for two pairs of panties and easy to take down.  So I clip panties to the line and finish getting dressed.  Domme T enjoys seeing them hanging there once she arises.

I even wrap toilet paper around the crotch at work to keep them clean.  😁