Sissy Black Erotic Lace Panty for Men

I stared at Dorothy in disbelief as she held up the delicate black lace panties, the see-through fabric catching the afternoon sunlight streaming through her kitchen window. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

"Kevin, darling, you lost the bet fair and square." Her smile was wicked as she dangled the feminine underwear between us like a trophy. "Twenty-four hours in these, or I tell everyone at the office about your little collection of romance novels."

My face burned crimson. The romance novels were embarrassing enough, but this? "Dorothy, come on. What if someone notices?"

"That's your problem to solve." She tossed the panties at my chest, and I caught them reflexively. The lace felt impossibly soft against my palms, the floral embossing delicate under my fingertips. "Bathroom's down the hall. Change now, or I'm making some very interesting phone calls."

Ten minutes later, I emerged feeling like my skin was on fire. The thin fabric clung to my body in ways that made me hyperaware of every movement. The lace skirt portion brushed against my thighs with each step, sending unexpected shivers through me.

"Perfect," Dorothy purred, circling me like a predator. "Now, we have that garden party at the Hendersons' to attend."

"Absolutely not." But even as I protested, my cock was responding to the silky material pressed against it, the sensation both maddening and arousing.

"Absolutely yes." She grabbed her purse and headed for the door. "Unless you prefer social suicide to a little harmless cross-dressing."

The garden party was torture. Every breeze made the lace flutter against my skin, reminding me of my secret. When Mrs. Henderson asked why I kept shifting uncomfortably, Dorothy answered smoothly, "Kevin's trying a new workout routine. Makes sitting difficult."

The worst moment came when I bent to retrieve a dropped napkin, and the waistband of the panties rose above my jeans. Mr. Peterson's eyes widened, but Dorothy quickly distracted him with questions about his roses.

By evening, my cock was straining constantly against the breathable fabric, the combination of humiliation and arousal driving me to distraction. Every step sent the delicate material sliding against my shaft, the ribboned waistband a constant reminder of Dorothy's control.

"How was your day, sweetheart?" she asked as we finally returned home, her hand trailing down my back possessively.

"Fucking incredible," I admitted breathlessly, surprising us both with my honesty.

Her smile turned predatory. "Good. Because tomorrow, we're going shopping for more."

• Material: Nylon Lace
• Color: Black, Pink, Red, White
• Waistline Dimensions: 24.01"
• Can be worn: 110 - 187 lbs
• Ships with: 1 Lace Underwear with Leg Straps