Master Daddy Sir's Panty Selection By bamaboi2serve@charter.net With permission from Master Daddy Sir
Master Daddy Sir selects the undies and panties I wear each day. Usually on Sundays, he sends a list to me for Tuesday through the following Monday. It is an unusual day set, but I , of course, never question His decisions. I follow his selections very carefully. One of the rules he has established is that I am not permitted to buy panties or undies without his advance permission.
Yet one day I was out at a discount clothing store when I spotted a pair of glittery lycra purple undies that I though he would like me to have. I knew they would be gone if I went and emailed Him and waited for Him to write back, so I bought them and send him photos of me wearing them, offering to never wear them or even destroy them if he wanted. But a rule had been broken and he promised punishment when He returned from a business trip. I added them to the list of panties (with his permission, calling them purple shame panties, because I am ashamed of having disobeyed His rule.)
Most of my experience with having my panties selected for me each day had been less dramatic. It gives structure to my day, and a sense of serving, if only in a small way, and I become excited consulting His list each day to see what has been chosen.
One day he ordered me to tell him which panties/undies on the list I considered "masculine". When I provided the list to Him, He ordered me to add a bold Capital "M+" next to those on the list. I was then to add a pink ribbon around my boi parts whenever I wore those panties/undies, as a reminder of my subservience and sissi-bitch nature.
One day I was wearing one of the undies with the Capital, bold faced "M". I had gone to the restroom, and when I pulled the panties down as I sat on the bowl (I am commanded to always sit, never to stand to piss like Real men do), the ribbon fell off into the bowl. Even thought I had not yet done anything, this was a bowl at work and it was not exactly clean. I knew what I had to do, and yet I struggled with reaching down to retrieve the slowly sinking ribbon. I wondered what Master Daddy Sir would want me to do, and so I allowed the piss to leave my pee pee dickie and fall on the ribbon. Then I reached in and tied the ribbon back around my little boi parts, The undies carried the piss scent the rest of the day.
On the list is a very feminine white lace-like pair of briefs that I look forward to Him choosing, though it has only happened twice. There is also a tiny little thong...it is the closest thing I have to a stripper dance cup I look forward to them too. On the other hand there are some undies that I included on the list I submitted to Him that I do not look forward to wearing. There is a black wide open mesh brief and a boxer that slip down during the day at work...and three pair of white girls panties that I bought when I first started serving Master. They stretch out easily, and even though my pee pee dickie is boi size, the parts slip out all the time, leaving my parts hanging free underneath my suit pants.
Master Daddy Sir also assigns me to wear no panties some days, and it is a constant reminder of my service to him as my parts bounce around. In fact the very act of checking the list is a reminder.
It relly doesn't matter. Anything He says to wear or not wear, I comply in complete submission.
I am so lucky to have a Master like Master Daddy Sir, who goes to the trouble of selecting what I will wear each day.
Comment?: Bamaboi2serve@charter.net