Kitten: A Pantyboy StoryKitten: A Pantyboy Story

It's easy now to look back and play armchair psychiatrist and see where my fetish for school uniforms and cute cotton panties started, but it wasn't until I met MISTRESS that I realized exactly how deep that fetish was ingrained in my mind and soul.

Mistress knew I was a pantyboy after the first few seconds we met. Or so she likes to remind me. She didn't need to know that I had attended a Catholic private school growing up. She said it was written all over my face, especially when I ran my hands across the silky, sexy underthings she wore.

She's had me tell her again and again how wonderful panties feel against my skin and my cock, especially when I am wearing delicious little satin teasers and stroking myself.

She's even made me write it on a chalkboard, after she's dressed me in my little plaid skirt and white cotton panties. Over and over again, even dotting my I's with little hearts or smiley faces.

"I am Mistress' pantyboy and I will do what she says without hesitation and wear what she tells me to wear. I love the feel of panties against my pantyboy bottom and cock."

Her fetish is as strong as mine, she tells me, as I sit at her feet, painting her toenails. She has a passion for men in panties and says she can't remember when the thought of men in panties didn't make her pussy wet. Then she tells me that I am the perfect pantyboy. She's never met anyone like me before.

Mistress is in control of me and everything that happens in our relationship. I don't mind. I worship Mistress and I am so lucky to have found someone who understands my compulsion and who lets me play. And she does let me play.

Her control of me started slowly, methodically. We started as all couples do with a few dates. Then there were sleepovers at the other's house. Then there was the fateful night when she caught me masturbating with a pair of her panties. My life changed from that very moment.

Over the last year, Mistress has grown much bolder and my adventures out into the world, dressed in the prettiest or the cutest of panties have become the source of excitement and dread but always end up with well-soaked panties. Mine and hers.