So all last week I wore panties that I could not take my mind off of. Every time I went to the bathroom I was reminded of how feminine they were. A few of the pairs left indentations in my skin because of their design. I was in subby heaven. Every morning I woke up super turned on. One night Mistress and I had a disagreement. The next day we spoke very little. That would normally be a day I would switch to my male underwear to prop up my male ego. Because of how I packed that wasn't an option. Instead I picked the least feminine pair I could. Needless to say, my ego was put down fairly quickly. I woke up early every morning with lots and lots of dirty thoughts. I kept going back in my mind to my last post about "brassière discipline" which I will write another post about soon.
Mistress didn't have me wear nighties for the first few nights, but she did the last couple nights. One of those nights I wore a nighty right after an orgasm. Needless to say I didn't want to wear it, but I did. Even after the orgasm I was back to a very heightened state of horniness due to the fact I was wearing my sluttiest nighty. I feel like such a slut when I wear it. The picture below is close to what I am talking about.
It amazes me the power clothing has over me. I can't help but be overwhelmed by naughty thoughts when wearing women's clothes and even more so when I am
forced coerced into wearing naughty items. I love it when Mistress has me wear things (even when I hate it). It goes straight to my brain.