Resistance is pointless.
It wasn’t long before Michael found his desires began to get stronger. The urge to wear panties began to become intense. Equally, the pleasure he experienced when pulling the silky underwear on was increasingly overwhelming.
When visiting Lisa at her studio he longed for the moment that he knew was coming, when she’d say, why don’t you sit down and relax. Just lie back in the chair and…”
At first he would feel relaxed, but soon something else, a powerful sense of anticipation would grow within him. What would she have him do this time? And what would she tell him to wear?
There was no resisting it. She’d say, ‘You don’t have to’, or ‘If you choose to you can’, or something of that type. He’d always have the choice. And by making that choice he knew he was humiliating himself before her.
He knew he’d do as she suggested, and no matter how he might try to resist, at some point he would find he couldn’t help himself and he’d walk over to the draw where she had set out things for him. And then he’d taken them gratefully and do whatever her twisted mind would come up with today.
He realised resistance was completely pointless.
