Mom would leave her laundry drying on her bed. Girdles and bras and nylon stockings. They felt nice to the touch. I don't know why I liked them, but I did. it seemed natural but I knew it was taboo.
My sisters would have their underwear all around the house too. Tiny training bras and cute pink panties. They felt nice when I would put them on. I got my first erection wearing some of those.
My first wife had some lingerie from her previous marriage. She didn't wear it for me. She said her X was obsessed with it and she didn't want that with me. But she kept it all for some reason. Later I found she had been fucking my friend's brother probably wearing the naughty stuff for him.
It was a bad marriage. But I'd played in her stuff for a few years, so it wasn't all bad. That was the first time I felt the urge to tie myself up. Some feeling of submission as I dressed in her naughty black vinyl and lace gothic and BDSM themed clothing.
There were leather bracelets and choker collars. I tried on all the different cosplay outfits. I felt like a real slut and a bottom bitch. The urge to suck a cock flowed over me often during those times.
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Single again I purchased gothic outfits for myself. I had a full body suit with the nipples exposed and my cock and balls hanging from a hole in the black ribbed girdle. I used many different nipple torture devices too.
Clamps, suction devices, clothes pins and anything else I could find that pinched and aroused my nips. I bought several BDSM assortments and tried all the stuff. Gags, handcuffs, leather straps, rope, collars, chains, black ribbed and pink rubber dildos in my mouth and a nasty vibrating and pulsating butt plug.
Did I feel I needed to be punished for being such a pervert all my life. Does a man need to discipline me because I've turned myself into a submissive cock craving slut? I don't know. But that is where it was going. Suddenly I was ready for the real thing, or so I thought.
