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 night I dressed in a garter belt with pink lace-top stockings and white three-inch pumps. Then I put on white panties with pink lace trim and a matching bra. I felt so pretty.

I met June at the door with a Rob Roy and served her dinner. After dinner she made me perform oral sex and massage her for several hours until we went to bed. The next day she let me wear a peach camisole-and-tap-pants set. I begged her to let me beat off, but she said that she thought my attitude improved when I was horny. She said that if I continued to please her, she might let me get off the next day.

Sunday I was wearing a pink corset with crotchless panties and white stockings. June tied me spread-eagled to the bed and straddled my face. She made me perform oral sex and stick my tongue in her as far as I could. She said that this was how I was to beg for sex when we were in a session. Then she moved down my body and mounted my erection. She rode me until we both came. It was one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had.

June straddled my face again and ordered me to lick her to another orgasm or two. I refused to lick my own come. She slapped my face and said she was in control of things, and that if I didn’t obey her, she could just amuse herself with my cock and balls. Soon I had tears in my eyes, but my dick was hard all over again and I was ready for more.

We had a talk later that night about our weekend. June said the power was a real turn-on. I told her how sexy it made me feel to be dressed in frilly lingerie and to be her obedient little panty slave. She admitted that I looked pretty in lace and satin and said that she enjoyed dressing me up. By the time we were set to get married, our “panty seductions” were an important part of our relationship.