Bob was just a normal sort of guy. He was married to Clair a wonderful woman, they had two kids, good holidays together, normal sex life, professional jobs almost everything you could possibly wish for. But Bob had a secret. Deep down he was a sub. He needed to worship his Dom, and feel the thrill of being used for the pleasure of another, totally manipulated into acts well beyond his normal day to day boundaries.

He received a text at work.

Roadside Motel, Rm 215, 8pm Wed. Buy a pair of white cotton panties and wear them today. Hand them to me to examined when you arrive. Sir

This was the first time he had made contact with a male Dom, normally he craved submission to a woman, but after the last one he knew he had to try things differently. Where was he going to get the panties from? He wracked his brain trying to think of ways to back out, but knew in his heart it was the last thing he wanted to do. He had to go and submit to Sir completely, whatever the consequences.

He went to the local shop and bought himself a pair of white cotton panties, he couldn’t stop himself from getting the matching bra. Every-time he looked round he thought that everyone in the shop was looking at him and knew that the lingerie was for him. He even thought the sales assistant who rang the till smiled to herself as she served him. Was it paranoia or was it so obvious that he was a miserable Sub, sent out to humiliate himself in public.

When he got back to the office he nipped into the bathroom to put on the panties. Just putting them on brought his cock erect and he had to stay there for some time before he could leave without a huge bulge in his trousers. The panties were uncomfortable and cut into his butt cheeks and each side of his balls. The lace trim at the top touched his mushroom head and got him excited again, the more he squirmed the more excited he got. The meeting he was having with clients seemed to pass in a blur as all he could think about was those panties and his bursting cock. Some pre-cum was already oozing into the clean white cotton, and he hoped that he wouldn’t get a stain showing through his chinos.

Before he got home he changed out of the panties and looked in them. Sure enough they had some small pre-cum stains in the front and his butt hadn’t been as clean as it should have been with all that wriggling.

On Wednesday night he told Clair he was seeing some work colleagues for a few beers and would be back late. His voice had a catch in the back, which he hoped that Clair wouldn’t notice. She seemed pretty blasé and just wished him a good time and said she be in bed when he got back as she had a busy diary the following day.

At 8pm on the dot Bob knocked on the door of room 215. It opened and he was facing his dom for their first full meeting, he felt small and scared, almost tearful. Sir was 6ft, average build, blond hair, blue eyes, he seemed to look right through everyone. Sir’s clothes were expensive and chic but very understated. Bob handed over the panties and Sir kept him at the