Warning: this is a loving wife story involving a dominant wife helping a man come to terms with his repressed desires to be cuckolded, punished, and sissified. If these themes don't appeal to you, don't read. Thanks.
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Chapter 6 Lace and Pastels
The next morning, Victor could not find the boxers he had packed in his luggage. He ruffled around but to no avail. Linda noticed his predicament. "Victor, you won't find any more boxers. Starting today, you're going to wear these instead." She handed him a stack of frilly lacy panties and a couple of sexy mini-skirts. Linda insisted that her husband wear a pair of panties and skirt of his choosing right then. He changed into a pair of aqua green cheeky panties and a pink mini-skirt with a black bow. She teased him how girly it looked, and how he wasn't really sexually worthy of her so long as he was wearing the panties and skirts. "Hubby, you look ridiculously feminine in your frilly little panties and pastel mini-skirt with bow. I can't have sex with you."
"But darling," he objected, "You're the one who's making me wear them, so how can you hold me responsible? That's not fair!"
"Let's be honest. I think you like to wear them."
"No!" he objected loudly. "I would much rather put my boxers back on and fuck you properly like a husband should on his honeymoon."
She chuckled and looked at him pitifully, "Ok, husband, you really don't know how to be honest with yourself, do you?" She took her keys from the pendant around her neck, and released the chastity belt. She let him hang loose for a while. She retrieved his boxers and handed them over. Victor stepped into the boxers, thrilled at the idea of getting them back on. She went around behind him and squeezed his penis. He was semi-erect, but still she was able to bend his dick and massage it. "Still kind of soft for a guy who wants to have sex, huh?" He was not completely stiff for sure, but she made sure by squeezing his penis every which way to prove that he was still soft. The more she pointed it out, the more self-conscious he became, until at last he lost his erection altogether.
"Listen, honey, I'm ready. I'm just warming up, that's all!" Performance anxiety had set in.
Linda shook her head in disbelief. She reached into her drawers and brought over a pair of her Victoria's Secret hipsters, lacy purple and pink ones. She pushed him down onto the bed, rubbing the panties against his crotch. As much as he resisted, his dick started to harden. She yanked his boxers down and instead wrapped the panties around the shaft of his penis and stroked it. Immediately he hardened into full size to his full embarrassment.
"Well then, it looks like your penis much prefers panties doesn't he?"
Victor was utterly silent.
"Answer me, husband. Don't lie to me. Look at your penis...it just grew from the little bitty weenie to three times its size. Your penis WANTS to be in panties, doesn't he?"
"Yes," he mumbled.
"Yes, WHAT?"
"Yes, I am excited by panties," he replied.
"That's right. It's not even worthy of being called a penis. We'll refer to it from now on as a dicklette, a small, petite, feminine version of a penis."
"Okay," he replied.
"You are not just excited. You are excited to be wearing panties. You BELONG in panties, and skirts too. Say it, 'Please wife I want to remain in panties and skirts during our honeymoon.'"
"Please, wife, I want to remain in panties and skirts during our honeymoon."
"Now say it again in your own words!" She sounded serious.
"Wife, my dicklette needs to be kept in panties and skirts. I am not worthy of wearing manly boxers after all. Please allow me to dress in frilly panties and skirt."
"Oh really? So you admit it - you're not worthy of wearing what real men's wear, right? You agree then that you're better suited for lace? Ok, if you insist. I want you to sign this." She handed him a pink card which read 'I wear panties'. Victor signed his name on the corner in acknowledgement of his surrender to wearing panties.