How to Bring it All Together?

 

 My kink life had three distinct facets, and part of my psyche lived in 3 separate worlds. Keeping them separate wasn't really a chore, but at the time it was a necessity as I navigated the waters of all these new experiences, while maintaining them within a 100% discrete environment. 99.99% of the world new me as a regular normal guy, and for 95% of the time that's what I was. My escapes into the kink lifestyles fuelled a set of needs that I hadn't flushed out yet, but I just knew that I loved them

 

My first love, women's clothing, had taken a backseat somewhat to my other two newer kinks, BDSM, and transgenders, but I found that I was slowly returning to my first love. The sad thing was that my collection of things remained rather small and limited to panties and stockings. The occasional and rare new addition would arrive via a laundry room heist, but there was desire to have more. The internet was just new on the scene as a phenomenon and didn't provide the tools yet that are available to the budding gurl today. But I did have an avenue for a much larger collection of feminine things to wear, if only for a short while.

 

Mistress Morganna's dungeon contained a vast collection of crossdressing items. I would see them clearly on my training sessions with Her, yet up to this point I had never indicated that they were of interest. I was still in my early stages of being reshaped and moulded into something better than the arrogant male chauvinist pig who needed control and guidance. The budding dilemma was now openly telling another soul about my desires for women's things. I mean it's so silly looking back now. Here I was fretting over how to tell my Mistress that I loved panties, heels, stockings, nighties, wigs, makeup and everything, yet I had no quarter with being bent over and fucked like Her bitch with Her strapon! 

 

As I would come to learn, with each step into the kink world comes hurdles where one must put aside their fear and sacrifice a bit of their ego in order to become more open and accepting. This was certainly true with the conflict that was playing out in my head. I wanted to experience more gurly things, yet I didn't have the ways and means to do so, and the one who held the key would need to learn of those desires and passions. 

Not knowing yet on how to just open up and say so, I decided to book my next training with Mistress Morganna and surprise Her somewhat. When as instructed as normal to disrobe and ready myself for Her on all fours as She prepared things in the other dungeon room, this time I did so, but instead of completely disrobing, I left on the pair of panties I had liberated from my laundry room

 

When Mistress Morganna walked back into the room to see me presented to Her on all fours, but this time wearing a pair of panties, I could hear the broad smile in Her voice

"Well what do we have here, My little buttslut has her own pair of panties! My, my, we are going to have some fun today aren't we slut?"

"Yes Mistress." I smiled as I replied.

It was as if She began to see the fruits of Her labour with me. Suddenly Her demeanour with me took a small but noticeable change from less domineering and corporal to a slight bit more playful and nurturing, although my discipline exercises continued to keep me on the straight and narrow. This session however was so fulfilling when She dressed me in stockings, garters, and a bustier as She continued Her program of transforming me from a raw crude male into something better.

 

For the first time since my devotion in submission to Her, I felt a sense of progress too, and I loved it. I still had a long way to go in terms of my basic lessons of submission, but I had achieved a level of trust and understanding with my Mistress and this time at the climax of my training that day, She wasn't fucking me with Her strapon as a lowly male, this time I felt different. I felt more in resonance being dressed up, albeit in the basics of feminine lingerie, but in my mind I was being taken as a submissive who was more female than male...

And I loved every second of it, and it showed with the shuddering orgasm She delivered to me at the end of Her strapon....