Musings on Little Miss Jay's Blue Balls Competition
Not long after becoming my Mistress, my Mistress ordered me to purchase a dozen different kinds of women's panties for her of which ten had to be black, with the other two being the color of my choice. Little did I know that they were not for her, but for me. When I presented her with the purchases, she ordered me to take all of my underwear out of my chest of drawers, to put them in a storage box, and to put my panties purchases in their stead. She told me that from here on in, I was to wear the panties that I had purchased every single day and that I could no longer wear men's underwear without her permission.
I was very reluctant at first. I was initially concerned that she was going to try to turn me into a feminized, sissy cuckold because she had caught me reading that kind of porn online and I feared that she had decided to make a mere fantasy, which I truly have no desire to turn into a reality, actually become my reality. Yes, I was confused as to the purpose of being commanded to wear panties. I had a basic understanding that it was to show my Mistress's control over me both mentally and physically and my obedience to her. It was proof that I was hers to command and proof that I would be submit to her order to wear panties regardless of her reasons why.
At that time, my Mistress also commanded me to go to the following link: http://www.hypnoticwishes.com/adult/feminized/panties.swf and to watch it every day for a minimum of 15 minutes a day for a month and I was not allowed to touch her cock while I was watching. During that month, there were times when I know that I spent at least an hour watching, maybe more, as I went into a trance or trance-like state. At the end of the month, I had probably watched for at least 30 hours. I can't explain why, but at the end of that month I was no longer reluctant to wear panties. I no longer missed my men's underwear. A couple of times since that fateful day, my Mistress has ordered me to get some of my old men's underwear out of storage and to put on a pair of underpants. She has asked me how I feel when I do that and I admit that I feel strange and beg her permission to take them off, to destroy them, and to allow me to put on a nice pair of pretty panties. Now, I enjoy wearing panties, especially while locked in a chastity cage.