A deep sigh escaped my lips as I shivered from the chill in the air. Though the temperature was around 75 degrees the cool cement of the ground did not help in preserving my body heat and neither did my lack of wardrobe. I shivered again taking deep breathes each time to calm my nervous soul as well as to clear my head in preparation. My Mistress had told me to dress nice for our meeting, the first in several months, and I opted for attire that I found sexy to wear and hoped she would like my choice as well since I also got her a matching set. I prayed that she would like this sight, though I admit I probably looked incredibly ridiculous in the bustier and thong. A smile creased my lips as I recalled the afternoon I had bought this particular outfit and the rush that transformed me.
I had been incredibly busy with work and the limitations of my social life were felt most deep regarding my new Mistress. It seemed the world came crashing in as she entered my life and I so wanted to straighten everything up before I gave myself to her fully. She had felt ignored and I so wanted to make it up to her that I decided to shower her with gifts of my desire and my devotion. I decided that the gift of lingerie would be the best present since it not only was her favorite attire, but it pleased my eyes and my heart to see her so elegantly , and sluttily dressed.
I was trying to find my way in the mall, being too manly to look at the kiosk for directions, when I heard a woman make a statement regarding something sexy. I turned around and saw a rather plump female holding up a very large black lace bra.
“Now this is sexy, I would love to show this off ” she said to herself in a raspy voice. I could tell that the piece was turning her on and the stirring in my pants gave my thoughts away. I walked into the store directly to the display. I was going to do it. I needed a rush and the thought of wearing those satiny lace panties made my cock grow harder.
I had been turned on by ladies’ lingerie since I was a child, but only let myself wear it when I was older. I felt powerful when I wore the frilly thongs, panties and bras under my very masculine attire never letting on at the taboo that lay under the façade.
This would be something new for me though since I would not feign this as a gift, but let it be known that I was making this purchase for my own wear.
I fingered the lacy under things and felt the soft interiors of the bra cups. I held up panties and thongs trying to decide what colors I liked and how I wanted them to fit. The high cut briefs in royal blue satin were sexy with a V cut out in the middle, as were the pink lacy bikinis. I couldn’t decide so I moved on the bras the whole time being spied upon by the woman who had intrigued my interest at the beginning. She smiled at me and though her face was cute, she wasn’t my type. I smiled back and went about looking at the tops. I picked up the black and fuchsia lace bra like top and asked her what it was called.
“It’s a bustier,” she said. I could almost hear the wheels spinning in her head. I wasn’t ready to reveal myself to her so I thanked her for the information and carried on my inspected of the piece.
The lace was wide and interwoven with sheer mesh. The fuchsia threading vined through the black creating a sexy yet non-revealing look. The bottom flowed down from what would normally be under the breasts to probably mid stomach. The straps were adjustable and elasticized. It looked like it would fit around my barrel chest.