The First Weekend
my introduction to panties, on Saturday morning was soft and gentle. There was no big demand or harsh command. When Ms. Barbara said I want you to wear panties all the time, i knew the discussion was over. Her next comment was simply, I like the way they look on your; let’s go eat. Without any more fanfare, we dressed and went downstairs to eat. As we walked to the hotel cafe, i was sure everyone knew i was wearing panties. i was trying to walk naturally, but Ms. Barbara knew i was pretty close to a panic. She would look up at me, She is a full foot shorter than I am, rub Her hand alone my waist, smile, and say; just stay calm; you like your panties don’t you, and you think everyone knows? Throughout breakfast, she would reach under the table and fondle me. Frequently, She would look across the room and say, mr. k, do you think that couple knows you are wearing pretty panties? After breakfast, we did some window-shopping. We looked at several art studios as a possible source for our anniversary present. When we returned to our room, we had some late morning lovemaking.
After a nap, we showered and prepared to go downstairs for lunch. As i was about to put on my panties from the morning, She handed me a new present and said, happy anniversary, I hope you like these! Even i could guess the box contained a new set of panties. This gift was a new pair of high-cut panties, and showed off a lot of leg. While i did like the look, i was having problems with the guy and panty issue. The plan for the remainder of the day was to find a painting or other artwork for our present. i was feeling bad, because i thought the anniversary present was just artwork, and here i was wearing new panties as presents. Ms. Barbara continued Her teasing all day. You like your panties don’t you. Are they looking at your panty line? Do you think that big guy with the beard over there is wearing panties like you? Mid-afternoon, we stopped at a café for a snack. i naturally asked for permission to go to the bathroom, and excused myself. A couple of steps from the table, Ms. Barbara called me back. She put Her hand on my waistband and said; when you wear panties, you must always sit down in the bathroom, no more standing and playing with yourself at the urinal. Do you understand? Well, you can bet my heart skipped a couple of beats. While i turned many shades of red, i was afraid to look around to see if anyone heard Her. It did not matter we were in a German café, and we were the only ones speaking English. As my breathing increased, Barbara simply looked into my eyes and said, while you gather yourself, just say – yes dear, and go sit to pee. In barely a whisper, i said- yes dear, and went to the bathroom. I have been sitting in the bathroom every since.
We found our artwork by late afternoon. We were both happy with the selection. It was within our budget, and it fit in the car. On the way back to the hotel, we stopped for some wine and beer. The sun was pleasant and we both felt good about our purchase. Ms. Barbara asked if i was enjoying wearing my panties. Before i could answer, She noted how much She enjoyed me wearing them, and how happy it made Her that i did not put up any resistance. Beyond having a hard-on almost all the time, or one springing up with the least provocation, i was actually enjoying my new underwear. Guy or not, my panties were fun and exciting. Knowing Ms. Barbara was happy certainly was extremely important.
During our search for our painting, we found a nice restaurant for our anniversary dinner. We had a wonderful meal and celebration. We were by ourselves, just talking, laughing, and enjoying our meal, location, and love for each other.
The remainder of the night we spent in almost endless lovemaking. By the time we fell asleep, we were both exhausted. Sunday morning brought another morning of wake up sex, shower, a new gift-wrapped box of panties for me, and then a trip downstairs for breakfast. On my second morning in panties, I was still sure everyone was watching my panty line and quietly making fun of me. Ms. Barbara’s teasing did little to relieve me of my nervousness. After breakfast, Ms Barbara decided we would go exploring. She wanted to walk some trails and enjoy some mountain views. She directed us to the Eibsee, a beautiful lake just a short drive from Garmisch. There are many trails into the mountains, a trail around the lake, and a cable car access to the
Zugspitze. The trail around the lake is a
little over five miles. It is a good four-hour hike, allowing stops to take
great pictures. However, when you add in some skinny splashing, a bit cold for
dipping, and a couple of off-trail lovemaking stops, the trip takes longer. i
was beginning to think Ms. Barbara want to get me caught wearing my panties.
The adventure of youth is wonderful. Adding the excitement of my panties, at
the time, we felt we were really pushing the envelope of life. As it turned out
it was only the start of our adventurous life.
We drove around the area and mountains for the remainder of the day. We had dinner is a local guesthouse. Our conversation relived a wonderful day. I was again hard as a rock, with Ms. Barbara continuously teasing me.
Our last night in our hotel was more anniversary lovemaking. At his point, other than my panties, and Ms. Barbara’s stockings and garters, our lovemaking was very traditional. Yes, Ms. Barbara was leading, and the intensity was high, it was still fondling and screwing in a verity of positions. Monday morning i received another panty present for the trip home. After breakfast, we headed home. In 1970, short skirts were in. Ms. Barbara always looks great in them and wore them often. As soon as we were on the road, Ms. Barbara turned toward me causing Her skirt to ride up. With Her teasing smile she said, damm, look, I forgot to wear any panties! I guess you are the only panty girl in the car today! Well, i was pretty raw and sore from last night, so my instant erection was intense, and i was happy for the soft material of my panties. Ms. Barbara teased me all the way home. i am certain several truckers had a nice view as well. At the gas stations, Ms. Barbara just had to get out of the car, and bend over to clean the car floor mates. The stunt kept me hard, and I am certain by the smile on the guy pumping fuel next to us, enjoyed the show. Before we arrived home, Ms. Barbara directed me to pull of the road, where is walked down a path and made love again.
When we think about our introduction to what became a female led lifestyle it was gentle transition. It was part of Ms. Barbara’s personality and plan. While i did not know it at the time, i was likely predisposed to accepting a strong female. However, i did and do feel i was being a supportive husband. No, i was not caught wearing panties. No, i did not have to ask, lead, or entice Ms. Barbara. i know how lucky i am. However, anyway a household is developed or converted to a female lead home, is acceptable and good. To the extent, you can train the next generation of women to assume control of their dating and marriage relationships you are contributing value to their lives. Even if your current relationship is not female lead, you can instill strong leadership skills and confidence in your girls.
Over the remaining time in
, our female lead
relationship expanded and took a couple of unexpected turns for me. We will
describe those events in shorter articles. We thought this simply beginning
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