you are twenty-three years old. you are an Officer in the Army. you have been wearing panties since your first anniversary. you have to sit to pee. you spent a week naked, partially naked, and wearing panties and skirts in front of your Mother-In-Law. your wife is teaching you to clean house, cook, iron cloths, spanks you for mistakes or Her pleasure, and you are eating your own cum from your Mistresses Golden Pussy. Then, while wearing pantyhose and a sweat suit with side zipper bottoms, you are called a “girl”. At the same time you cum in your new pantyhose, after just a couple of strokes, and your wife becomes your Mistress in an instant. What should you think? What should you do? How should you react?
i took a deep breath, let out a guttural sigh, and tried to hold back my tears. Driving a car in pantyhose, quickly thinking about everything since our anniversary and feeling your Mistress begin to play with your little clitty, yelling, “i am not a girl” hardly seems appropriate or valid. A sudden confrontation with our and my reality, i really did like wearing panties, pantyhose, skirts, my home uniform, and everything Mistress Barbara has been doing since our anniversary. Given the state of my little erection, i really could not deny my enjoyment. In fact, the entire contradiction between my anatomy and my dress was, in itself, exciting. Panties and pantyhose were more exciting than my boy underwear. Being naked or partially naked in front of my Mistress and/or Her Mom was exciting. Yes, at work i was a leader. At home, i was, and am, a subservient submissive girl. I loved Mistress Barbara and we both knew i would do exactly as She directed me. Yes, i became a submissive girl with a wonderful Mistress in the mist of a great orgasm.
Mistress Barbara’s taunting and teasing on our drive home from
did start me thinking about being a girl. In Mistress Barbara’s planed, slow,
but deliberate fashion, in the back of my mind, i started considering being
Mistress Barbara’s girl. Walking into the house in my pantyhose and sweat top,
i actually thought i needed to learn to walk like a girl. For a brief moment, i
thought i needed heels. When standing just inside the door, and Mistress
Barbara brought me to a very rapid climax, i was emotionally drained. Yes, my
knees did go weak. If Mistress Barbara was not holding me, i would have gone to
my knees. Spending the remainder of the day in my cum soaked pantyhose was
powerful. Even today, i consider it a major event. As reinforcement, Mistress
Barbara wore only Her pantyhose all afternoon. While Her’s were dry and
unstained, She also showed me that i was not wearing a bra.
After making dinner, Mistress Barbara had us put on our sweat suits again and go to a movie on base. Sitting in the theater, in my now dry cakey pantyhose, kept me hard through the movie. Of course, Mistress Barbara stroking me every now and then also kept me hard.
Mistress Barbara elected to drive home. Once passed the base gate, She told me to remove my pants bottoms again. We continue home and into the house with me showing off my pantyhose. It was all worth it, because our love making had us playing with and ripping off each others pantyhose. We had massive climaxes and i cleaned up every drop from Mistress Barbara’s Golden Pussy.
Yes guys, there are great benefits to becoming your Mistress’s girl. i recommend you submit yourself to Her rule.