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I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may

contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is

offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy ....

enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up

with what I have now.

I was so embarassed, shocked might be a better word. I had lost myself

so much in my activity that I didn't notice that me wife had come

home. There she stood, at the open bathroom door, with me sitting

on the toilet jacking off. This wouldn't have been so bad, but I

had one of her girdles around my hips, and a pair of her soiled panties

over my face.

"I thought you'd been getting into my things. And you are wasting

that hard\on on yourself. You are so selfish."

AS she walked out in a huff, my erection wilted. I figured she'd

be upset, but I never figured for what happened. That evening she

went shopping, and told me to stay out of her things while she was

gone. After she returned, she busied herself with some sewing for

the longest time.

Finally she called for me to come in the bedroom. "I have decided

to teach you a lesson. Maybe this will break you of your interest

in women's undies." She showed me a long leg, high waisted panty

girdle that she had just bought. She had sewed up the crotch opening

and had sewn in a thin,but stron g belt around the waist. Nest to

this girdle on the bed lay an assortment of panties of varying colors,

and several new pair of pantyhose.

"if you want sex around here, ypu'll have to do things my way.

I am taking control of your cock."

With that she had me put on a pair of bright red panties, black pantyhose,

and the now belted girdle. To my astonishment, she produced a tiny

lock and locked the belt, preventing me from lowering the girdle.

"Starting tommorrow morning, you will dress this way each morning,

then come to me for inspection and to secure the lock before dressing."

I was stunned. I lay awake long after she had let me out of the

girdle that night. And she had me make love to her before she went

to sleep. "My pussy is th only place you will come," she told me

just as I orgasmed.

The next morning I apprehensively di as instructed. I chose a lovely

pink pair of panties, some sheer nude pantyhose (hoping they wouldn't

be so noticeable, should my leg show above my male sock),and the

girdle. She was doing her hair in the bathroom as I went to her for

approval. "S., you've done as told. Good. I think you are enjoying

this a bit too much. That will change." She had noticed the bulge

of the nylon spandex which revealed my excitement.

That day proceeded routinely at work, except for some difficulty

concentrating. All day I was aware of the feminine underthings, and

the tight feeling they gave me. Twice I went to the men's room just

to look at myself with my pants down. But by mid-afternoon I was

getting quite uncomfortable with a very full bladder. Finally I decided

to call my wife at her work. I told her I was uncomfortalbe and asked

if she could meet me at home with the key. She played dumb and made

me spell out exactly the situation I was in, and beg her to let me

pee. Finally, and with a laugh, she agreed. She would meet me at

home in fifteen minutes. I made an excuse at work and headed home.

She was there waiting. "Give me that damn key," I demanded as I

rushed in. "Wrong, pantie lover, I call the shots now. For your

impudence, I will allow you to pee, but not as a man.

She had me undress to the girdle, nylons, and panties, and excorted

me into the bathroom, where she opened the door to the shower stall

and ushered me in. "There. Pee there. Wet yourself as a reminder

that I now control your cock." Thoroughly embarassed, but having

to go real bad, my urine began to dribble out at first, then flowed

fully, soaking my girdle and panties, and running down the legs of

my pantyhose. "I'm half tempted to let you stay that way, but since

you've been cooperative so far, I'll let you cleand up. (to be continued

when I have time)

She did allow me out of the girdle tto shower off. I couldn't believe

what had happened. I had been made to wet myself in front of my wife.

After showering, I washed out my nylons, panties, and the girdle

in the bathroom sink, hanging them over towels to dry. My wife came

in and told me that since my punishment girdle was all wet, my hands

would have to be tied behind my back to prevent me from touching

myself. I was to be kept naked the rest of the evening. Just as she

tied my hands, the doorbell rang, and I was left standing naked and

helpless in the bathroom. The bathroom door was in full view of the

front door and the living room. I almost died when I heard two of

my wife's girlfriends at the door--and she invited them in and offered

them a beer. I shivered with cold and apprehension as I listened

to them talk and laugh for over an hour. I nearly paniced when I

heard one of them say she had to use the bathroom. My wife made no

move to stop her. I ducked behind the shower curtain, cowering in

the corner of the tub, thanking my lucky stars that we did not have

a see-through shower curtain.

As she entered, my heart almost stopped beating. I heard the sound

of rustling nylon as she pulled up her skirt and slip and pulled

down her panties and pantyhose. Somehow, even in my fear of discovery

my cock began to grow as I heard the sound of her urine flow into

the toilet. I could swear that I could smell pussy as she stood up

and cleaned herself.

Within seconds after she left the bathroom, my wife rushed in

and yanked back the shower curtain. She saw my by then bulging erection.

"Why you sex-crazed pantie lover. How dare you arouse yourself with

one of my friends? You will regret this," she whispered and hurried

from the room.

That night I was required to sleep bound and nude by her bedside.

I hardly slept at all. This was only the first day.

The next morning I dressed as instructed, this time picking a pair

of black panties to go with some nude pantyhose. After donning the

girdle, I went to my wife and asked her approval. "Good. That silly

erection is gone. Today you will be unable to reach me as I will

be in meetings all afternoon. You will have to taked care not to

fill your bladder and get yourself in a predicament like yesterday.

I won't be pleased if I come home to a husband who has wet his panties.

Today, though, I will allow you some protection. Go into the hall

closet and bring my box of Kotex."

Curious and worried, I again did as told. I found her box of Kotex

Maxi-pads and brought them to her. She pulled the punishment girdle

to my knees, and lowered my pantyhose and panties. Inside the panties

she affixed three pads with their adhesive strips. Two she placed

side by side in the front of my panty. "You may allow small amounts

of pee to soak into your Kotex in order to relieve intense pressure.

You must excercise extreme control of they will becom soaked and

the wet will show through your pants. I wouldn't want for you to

be embarassed," she laughed. The other napkin she placed in the rear

of my panties. "This is just to help keep you clean, my dear." Up

with my pantyhose and girdle and on with the lock. I began my second

day of girdle confinement. (Please add to the fantasy if you would

like. Let's see how long we can keep it going.)