A Matter Of Ownership

I spent an hour in my garage unpacking my bags and containers from our recent Los Angeles vacation. I got a thrill looking at all the sexy clothes, lingerie and toys that we have. Visually cataloging them, remembering the last time that you wore them and then imagining the next time and occasion that we will use them again... As I folded and packed lingerie and panties into the main container, I was struck by the number of your panties that I have, most of which I've seen you in, but a couple that you haven't. Yet. That's when a great idea came me to me, a new rule that will take effect as of when I next see you; starting this April, once in my presence, you will no longer be allowed to wear panties that I have not bought.

I realize that all of your panties that I have are sexy panties (and therefore probably not the most comfortable), so what this means is that one of our very first stops in April will be to get you new every-day panties to wear that week. Whether that store is Target, Victoria's Secret, or Goodwill is not important; what matters is that when we are together, you are no longer permitted to wear your own panties. For me, this is is simply a matter of ownership, a matter of pride, as it is something that I am providing you. I have provided you love, safety, comfort, happiness, and sexual pleasures, and now I am providing you the very panties that hug that sweet ass of yours. For you, this is a reminder of your place, a reminder that you are obligated to please me, a reminder thaty you are never not mine. Part of being mine is realizing that I deserve to have my way in these matters. I have earned that right and it is good to be king. Yours, especially.