Last month I had a VERY NEW, playmate. I was his first Mistress, his first dominant woman, his first anything, really. It was entirely charming to see him squirm at my discussion table, confessing with a blushing red face all the little secrets and fantasies he’s never shared. I really cherish when someone opens up to me like that, I know it can be incredibly hard to be so truthful and exposed – especially to a stranger. H

 

is fantasy was very simple which made him all the more endearing…. Earlier in his life, he had a co-ed college roommate. A very attractive but messy athletic cutie with whom he shared a small apartment. Their laundry space always seemed to be carelessly littered with her personal garments (panties/bras) and as sexy as that may be on paper – to him just got annoying.

With a bit of frustration on a lazy Sunday afternoon, he decided to straighten things up and get their place looking a little less like a pig sty….this included cleaning up the laundry room. With a tremble in his voice, he recounted that once he started, he quickly realized he had no idea how to wash such items and how he had to gingerly look for washing instruction on her tiny thongs.

There was a chill of excitement, the element of danger in getting caught, the arousal of holding his roommates lacy dirty panties, the humiliation of cleaning up after her because she couldn’t be bothered to do so… as expected, she came out of her room, walked into the laundry area and caught him, red-handed. What really threw him for a loop was her reaction. She didn’t yell, she didn’t lose her composure in any way – she simply gave him a LONG hard and silent look and sternly told him not to warp her bras in the dryer. That’s it.

He was mortified, but did as she said; he washed everything by hand and hung it to dry just to be safe. From then on, he repeated the ritual for her every week. Aside from that, there was nothing sexual about their relationship. No exchange of power, nothing romantic….just this little twist.

Now in adulthood, he dearly missed having a little secret like that…. As much as I love repeating old memories and giving someone a chance to “relive” something from their past in a role play, it’ll never measure up to the original. It’s FAR better to find out what got them excited to begin with and play off of that. For him, this meant a dirty little secret….and a new-found fetish for panties.

I stripped him down and told him he’d have a very new “secret”…. And yes, panties would be a part of it. I left him standing naked in the middle of my dungeon, waiting in anticipation in front of a full length black mirror while I headed upstairs to my personal closet. You see, I keep a laundry basket on hand of things I’ve worn in session. I found the dirtiest, most sleazy thong I could and brought it downstairs.

His eyes were wide as saucers, locked on the flimsy garment. I came close to him and gently whispered in his ear that he was to wear these today – all day – at work, to lunch and when he got home. It would be a private little embarrassment known only to him and I. He shivered at the simple idea of being forced to wear panties, but he didn’t argue or protest in the least. He absolutely loved the idea and confessed he’d often wished in the past he’d had the courage to wear them on his own: here I am, always happy to give that little “nudge”.

Though our meeting was nothing more than a consultation that day, as he was so unsure of his place in my realm, he has turned out to be quite the little panty whore for me in recent weeks. It is certainly moments of reflection like this, and visitors like him, that give me satisfaction in what I do.