To most people, it seems that my wife and I have the usual happy marriage, but we know what really makes our marriage work so well. In the privacy of our bedroom, I’m her sexy little panty slave.

This all started when we were engaged. June found some lingerie in my apartment — just a garter belt, stockings and some lace panties, but she accused me of cheating on her. I had to confess that they were mine or risk losing her. I showed her my collection of Variations magazines and the rest of my lingerie. She read some of the stories on cross-dressing and asked me about my fantasies and what I liked to wear.

We had a long talk, and she decided that she would let me wear women’s lingerie if she could always run the scene. It would be our secret. The next weekend we assumed our new roles. Friday... Read More