Edward stepped out of his car, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the nearly empty parking lot of the lingerie store. At thirty, he had grown accustomed to the routine: browse the aisles, select a pair of panties—always delicate, always feminine—pay discreetly, and leave. It was a ritual he had perfected over the years, a secret indulgence that both thrilled and shamed him. Today, he had chosen a pair of black lace boyshorts, the kind that hugged the curves he wished he had. His heart raced as he clutched the small bag, the weight of his secret pressing on his chest.
Inside the store, the air was cool and scented with lavender. The sales lady, a woman in her late forties with sharp features and a knowing smile, watched him from behind the counter. Edward tried to avoid her gaze, but her eyes followed him as he made his way to the register. Her smile was polite, but there was something in her expression that made him uneasy. He paid quickly, muttering a quiet “thank you” before rushing out the door.
What Edward didn’t know was that the sales lady had noticed him before. She had seen the way his hands
trembled as he picked out panties, the way his cheeks flushed when he thought no one was looking. Today, something about his urgency struck her, and she picked up the phone as soon as he left. Her call was brief, her voice low and conspiratorial. “He’s here again. Same routine. Black lace this time. Think your friend might be interested.”
Five minutes away, Ms. Amelia Divine was sipping tea in her dimly lit living room when her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen, a smirk playing on her lips as she read the message. “Black lace, huh? Sounds like our boy’s ready for a lesson.” She set her tea down, grabbed her keys, and headed out the door. Her car purred to life as she pulled up to the lingerie store, parking a few spaces away from Edward’s car. She leaned back in her seat, watching as he emerged, his steps hurried, his shoulders hunched.
Edward was halfway to his car when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned, his heart sinking as he saw a tall, commanding woman striding toward him. Her red hair cascaded in loose curls down her back, and her ice-blue eyes locked onto his with an intensity that made him freeze. She wore a tailored black dress that hugged her full figure, and her presence was both intimidating and mesmerizing.
“Edward, isn’t it?” she said, her voice smooth but laced with authority. He nodded, unable to speak, his throat dry. She smiled, a knowing glint in her eyes. “I’ve heard about you. The panties, the porn, the way you throw them away like they’re nothing. Such a waste, don’t you think?”
His face burned with embarrassment, but he couldn’t look away. She reached into her purse and pulled out a business card, holding it out to him. “My name is Ms. Amelia Divine. I think you and I have a lot to discuss. Call me.”
Edward took the card, his fingers brushing hers for a moment. Her touch was electric, sending a shiver down his spine. She turned and walked away, her heels clicking against the pavement, leaving him standing there, the card trembling in his hand.
For days, the card sat on his nightstand, a silent challenge. Edward replayed the encounter in his mind, her words echoing in his thoughts. She knows. She knows everything. The idea terrified him, but it also excited him in ways he couldn’t explain. Finally, he picked up the phone, his voice shaking as he dialed the number.
“Ms. Divine,” she answered, her voice cool and professional.
“H-hello,” he stammered. “This is Edward. From the parking lot.”
“Ah, Edward,” she purred. “I’ve been expecting your call. How about you come over tomorrow evening? Say, seven o’clock?
He agreed, his heart pounding as he hung up the phone. The next day dragged on endlessly, each minute
stretching into an eternity. By six-thirty, he was dressed in his usual jeans and a plain t-shirt, the black lace
panties he had bought tucked into his pocket. He drove to her address, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white.
Ms. Divine’s house was a Victorian-style home with a neatly manicured lawn and a porch light that cast a warm glow. Edward hesitated before ringing the doorbell. The door opened almost immediately, and there she stood, her presence even more commanding than he remembered. “Come in, Edward,” she said, stepping aside to let him enter.
The inside of her home was a stark contrast to the exterior—dark, opulent, and filled with an air of mystery. The walls were lined with books, and the furniture was plush and inviting. She led him to a sitting room, gesturing for him to take a seat on the couch. “Can I get you anything? Tea? Wine?”
“No, thank you,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
She sat across from him, her legs crossed, her gaze piercing. “So, Edward. Tell me about your panties.”
He flinched at the directness of her question, his cheeks flushing. “I—I just like them. Wearing them makes me feel… different.”
She nodded, her expression softening slightly. “Different how?”
He struggled to find the words, his hands twisting in his lap. “I don’t know. It’s like… I can be someone else.
Someone more… feminine.”
Ms. Divine leaned forward, her eyes locking onto his. “And why do you throw them away afterward?”
He looked down, shame washing over him. “I feel guilty. Like I’m doing something wrong.”
She smiled, a hint of warmth creeping into her voice. “Edward, there’s nothing wrong with what you enjoy. But throwing away perfectly good panties? That’s a waste of potential. You could be so much more than a panty addict.”
His heart raced at her words, a mix of fear and anticipation swirling in his chest. “What do you mean?”
She stood, walking over to a cabinet and opening it to reveal a collection of lingerie, each piece more exquisite than the last. “You see, Edward, panties are just the beginning. They’re a gateway to a world of exploration, of transformation. You could be a sissy, a submissive, a plaything. The possibilities are endless.”
He stared at the lingerie, his mind reeling. “I—I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”
She turned to him, her ice-blue eyes sparkling with amusement. “Ready or not, Edward, your journey starts now. And I’m here to guide you every step of the way.”
As she closed the cabinet, Edward felt a mix of fear and excitement. He had come for panties, but Ms. Divine was offering him something far greater—a chance to embrace his desires, to explore a side of himself he had always kept hidden. And as he sat there, her words echoing in his mind, he realized that this was only the beginning.