Bernard and I had been nodding acquaintances at work for approximately a year before I invited him out to dinner. Before the evening was over, I had this beautiful creature eating out of my hand. I also had a hunch that I’d had found the one male with whom I might be able to spend my life.

Physically, Bernard is a stunning, willowy blond with slim hips and an even slimmer waist. To gaze directly into his face, so magnificently framed by that silky, golden hair, is to see obedient beauty itself.

As fate would have it, three dates later we discovered ourselves at a party given by some mutual friends. As the dancing began, Bernard immediately surrendered to my lead, and, as my right hand enveloped his waist, I was once again taken aback by its slenderness. Drawing him tightly against me and swaying gently to the music, I delivered a real showstopper. “You have such a dainty waist!” I whispered. “Your panties simply can’t be more than a size four!”

Bernard momentarily stiffened in my arms and sputtered nervously, “I don’t wear panties.”

“What a pity,” I shot back. “You would look marvelous in them!”

I allowed Bernard about one minute to process this obviously disconcerting information before hitting him with a second proposition. “Would you be willing to wear panties for me?” I cooed. “I have always been attracted to men wearing panties.”

Bernard blushed beet-red, all the while developing an erection I could feel rubbing against me. After a few seconds of silence, I drew Bernard even closer to me and whispered in my sexiest voice, “Well, it’s obvious that somebody likes the idea of wearing my panties!” Then, thinking of the letters I had read from dominant women, I added, “You know, there are lots of women who make their men wear women’s underwear as a sign of their relationship. Are you willing to wear panties from now on as a sign that you belong only to me?”

Bernard’s surrender to me was total and complete. Looking me tenderly in the eyes, with a noticeable tremor in his voice, he said, “If you want me to wear panties, then I will wear panties.” Leaving the party, we took a cab to my place, where Bernard’s initiation could begin immediately.

Bernard was a creative and willing student in the art of sex, bringing me to several shattering climaxes with his tongue before I finally mounted him and rode him to his own orgasm. Thoroughly and delightfully spent, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

In the morning, after another leisurely session of lovemaking, I led Bernard further down the perfumed path to satisfaction. Bernard still made no objection as we removed what little body hair he possessed, including the hair on his genitals. Following a leisurely bubble bath, I rubbed his entire body with a scented oil.

Since we were not the same size, I could not loan him my clothes, so I announced a shopping expedition. Going to my bureau, though, I managed to locate a pair of panties I thought would do justice to Bernard’s pretty, tight little bottom. They were pink and sheer, with lace elastic trim around the waist and leg openings.

Submitting to the inevitable, Bernard accepted the lovely panties and pulled the cool nylon up his freshly shaved legs. Leading Bernard over to my full-length mirror, we were both amazed by his appearance. He was beautiful! His penis, visible through the sheer nylon of his panties, plumped up as we watched it.

By the time Bernard moved in with me a month later, he had disposed of all his old male underwear. Even though he still has to wear the obligatory three-piece Brooks Brothers suit to work, underneath he wears only the loveliest lingerie. By that time, too, Bernard had managed to earn his very first spanking. No one was more surprised than Bernard when he found himself draped over my knees, trousers lowered, and feeling the full effect of my shiny old sorority paddle on his panty-covered bottom. I was delighted to note that the redness of Bernard’s buttocks was clearly visible through the thin nylon of his panties.

And since he often comes in his panties while being spanked, I require him to anticipate his moments of naughtiness so that, when I have occasion to turn him over my knee, I had damned well better find that his panty-covered penis has been snugly encased in a condom. More recently, I made Bernard procure a very fine, supple leather strap that provides a nice change from the paddle, especially when I wish to administer over-the-chair tannings on his naked bum. I really must admit that almost nothing makes me wetter faster than the sight of Bernard’s upturned buttocks turning red under my paddle or strap, especially when that taut little bottom is snugly encased in a pretty pair of sheer nylon panties. More recently, we have added some other accoutrements of bondage and discipline to our repertoire, including such items as a slave collar, a cock harness, handcuffs, a penis gag and a lovely, snug-fitting hood made of black spandex.

Just last week, as I was teasing Bernard, he suddenly came in his panties with no manual stimulation whatsoever, since he was, at that moment, standing in the corner with his wrists handcuffed behind his back.

Bernard’s penis is six inches when erect. It is perfectly formed and circumcised, and, to my tastes, is as beautiful as any dildo I have ever experienced. And such sexual energy! Bernard appears to spend a great portion of his life with an erection, and he has frequent ejaculations.

Our love for each other has grown steadily with each passing month. Bernard dreams of marrying me one day, and it certainly amuses me to think that, beneath the groom’s immaculate white tails, Bernard would be attired in silk panties identical to mine.