The first time I ever stepped into a pair of panties, little did I know that I'd be spending the overwhelming majority of my life in them. My "panty wearing" increased as the years went on to the point where, as our Female-Led lifestyle became more entrenched, panties became mandatory.
Over the years, there have been periods of times and certain days when Diane would either lay out or instruct me to wear specific panties, colors or styles. However, when She first made "The Decision" that I had to wear panties all the time, I was allowed to choose which panties I would wear each day. I had an adequate collection of them already, but I remember going to Macy's where we bought a set of matching panties that had lace and came in a range of colors.
"I like these" I remember Diane saying "and you can choose whichever color you want." She wasn't lying about liking the panties; she even bought a set for herself. "Some days we'll match" She laughed. The most memorable moment of that shopping trip was when Diane went to pay for the panties and the sales lady asked "Did you want these in two different sizes?" Diane calmly said "Yes I do" then looked at me and smiled. I think the sales lady blushed more than I did!
There were some days we matched but on most days we did not. Most days She would ask me what color I was wearing. Other days She'd make me show Her. Then there were plenty of days when She would tell me it was time for a "panty check" to make sure I wasn't trying to sneak out of the house with "big boy pants!"
It didn't take long before the range of colors I was allowed to choose from was reduced to a palette of pastels. Eventually pink became the mandatory default color unless I was told otherwise. I still have other pastels and whites and She usually allows me to wear them if I ask Her permission.
I don't see these rules changing. We both seem comfortable with the way things are.
Love,
sissy terrie 💝
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