Kitten: A Pantyboy StoryKitten: A Pantyboy Story

Mistress always takes me shopping for panties when I am in the need of a new pair or pairs, which is usually the case. We can never just buy one pair. There all just so delicious. I want to wear them all and feel all those splendid materials against my smooth skin.

Each trip to our favorite lingerie departments is the same. We walk among the displays and she has me touch everything. As I do, she tells me, in a not so quiet voice, just how lovely and sexy I would look in whatever we were admiring. If a salesperson asks if we need help, I must confess that the panties we are buying are for me. I must also say "I am a pantyboy and under my mistress' control."

Most of the women who have waited on me seemed intrigued by this and some have even become my-for the lack of a better word-personal shopper and assisted me in finding just the right panties that would please my mistress. Some even suggested I try them on and model my pretties for them as they have always wanted to see a prissy little pantyboy. Mistress of course instructs me to oblige their request.

These adventures and my humiliation thrill Mistress to no end. It has both humiliated me and thrilled me to the point of creating a creamy mess in my panties. A mess, I might I add, which I have to clean with my mouth when we get back home. As I suck my juices from my panties, Mistress opens our shopping bags and lays out all my pretties. Then she lets me choose which pair I would like to wear.

Mistress has a short temper and if I displease her in any way, punishment comes in many forms.

Spanking is her favorite tool for discipline and my boyish, round, shaved bottom has found itself over her lap on many occasions, quivering, in anticipation of what it is to come.

Mistress love to spank her naughty pantyboy.

Sometimes I wear thick cotton panties with cute little designs on them. This, says Mistress, is to remind me of my status in our relationship.

Sometimes the panties are made of thin satin and offer no protection from her hard blows on my soft cheeks. After my spankings I am made to stand in the corner of the bedroom, panties pulled to my knees for the whole world to see.