Blurring the Lines

 

 With each package I would receive from beautiful Dominant Women from all over, my once small collection began taking on a life of it's own. While not complete, I was obligated to devote an entire closet to my ever growing collection of skirts, tops, nighties, and underwear. It seemed such a shame to not be able to enjoy them more often as I was. 

Under the guidance of both Mistress Morganna and Lady Diva, by now I was conditioned to be perfectly comfortable in Feminine things, in fact it was incredibly liberating to do so. I also accepted the natural order of things that my place as Their sissy demanded that subservience of both mind and body to the Feminine spirit within. This meant that dressing up was good. Sucking cock was normal, and that having Their cocks in my ass was a reward like none other and should be strived for. There was nothing wrong with any of this at all. It was perfectly natural.

 

Their influence on my psyche became self evident one morning as I was rushed to leave the house to go to work and grabbed a pair of black fullback panties from my drawer and slipped them on quickly without realizing. Suddenly it hit me, I gave no second thought to wearing them out under my vanilla clothes, something which I hadn't done before. bemused and somewhat aroused, I smiled to myself and continued dressing. That day was full of internal distraction enjoying the sensation of my panties underneath my clothes, and soon a daily routine was established where I had my day to day panties, and my evening ones. By now I had about 20 pair in total. This would be the start of a now daily practice. My submission to the Female spirit was cementing more each day....