Before going to sleep, my girlfriend and I sat down together and planned the entire next day out down to the last detail. When we were finally done with our planning my girlfriend kissed me softly on my cheek and said she loved me in my ears and walked away. "I'm one lucky son of a gun", I quietly thought to myself while staring at her backside. We both went to sleep soon after, quite excited about the events of tomorrow.
The next morning I woke up early and went to the bathroom to prep for today's adventures as we had discussed the night before. I clean out my ass dutifully and shave my entire body. Everything had to be perfectly groomed otherwise my girlfriend would be disappointed and I wouldn't want that. I put on the scented perfume she bought for me and applied the make up exactly how she taught me. "Pretty little slutty whores should look the part", she used to say whenever she helped me with my makeup. My girlfriend is still lying in bed and she's a light sleeper so I have to be as quiet as possible so I am pretty much tiptoeing around the apartment eagerly getting ready the way we had discussed.
After grooming I went to my drawer and opened it to be greeted by three beautiful pairs of panties. Each of them had been worn well enough by my girlfriend. The first one which was a light blue pair with pink polka dots was worn for an entire day by her while she was working at her office. I had to wear that pair on my head. The second one was a pair of grey Calvin Klein's that was worn when she went to CrossFit training and it was particularly drenched in her now dry sweat but the scent was still present. You could really smell her unique scent in this pair.
Just the sight of the panties has been enough for me to get hard and the fact that my chastity belt had been removed, making it very tempting for me to jerk off right there while sniffing them and appreciating each pair individually. She didn't have to worry though, since my willpower was well trained her. Therefore, I simply smelled them for a whole minute each really taking in the strong scent. I wore the light blue ones on my head and I simply had to wear the CK's on my crotch, the CK's were the underwear I had to wear for today. A pair of panties is incredible, they're soft to the touch and they feel incredible to the skin. I have no clue why everybody doesn't wear panties, men's underwear is crap compared to a pair of panties. The last pair was to be used later for something special.
Anyways, I had a lot to do before my wife woke up. I started with preparing all the items that would be required for today: condoms, a bottle of lube, a dildo, a chastity belt, a whip, butt plugs, small and large vibrators, sounding rods, ball gags, and lots of tissues were kept inside the room. After all of those were assembled I went on to iron out the clothes that my girlfriend will be wearing today. It was a low cut white sundress that showed a great amount of cleavage and there was also a slit along her legs which led up to her hips. She won't be wearing a bra and she'll be wearing the new white string panties that she bought just for the occasion. After the clothes were done, I wore my frilly pink apron with the letters loser written on it in beautiful calligraphy.
I was standing there in my apron while wearing two pairs of panties, one on top and one below while my wife walked into the kitchen. She greeted me by spitting in my face and kneeing my balls. I jerked in pain and thanked her for her gifts. I resumed my cooking while my wife sat on the counter, grabbing an apple to eat. She kept staring at me for 5 minutes as I hurried around the kitchen and then finally she got up. She came up right behind me and grabbed my balls real hard and pulled. I whimpered in pain and turned around. She then demanded that I continue with my cooking while she's gripping my balls like a vice. If I messed up it'll be 20 kicks a day with leather boots for 3 days straight. I winced at the pain and continued cooking. It was extremely difficult to move and I started tearing up a bit. Every time I made a little cry or whimper my wife would smack my head and berate me for being a pathetic cuck.