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(Saturday morning) We spent yesterday traveling to our vacation destination. It’s hot, desert here. There are irrigated orchards with pears, apricots, cherries and peaches. Apricots are plentiful now with peaches coming in. I love to go to fruit stands and get fresh-picked fruit. That’s on our agenda today.

Enough of the ‘fruit report. I admit it; I really love fresh fruit. We tried to aim the satellite dish yesterday. We had no success. We were both hot, tired, and grumpy by dinner time. We ate at a dive that has great food. We returned to the trailer. I managed to get some cocktail sauce on my shirt. Mrs. Lion directed me to change my Apple watch face to Minnie Mouse. That’s our reminder I am going to be punished.

After we showered and watched a bunch of “Becker” episodes. Then we went to bed. We snuggled for a while. Mrs. Lion tried to get me hard. No go. She did casually mention that she has a bar of soap with her. That is, I think, a coming attraction for tonight.

There are several pairs of frilly panties in my underwear drawer. As of now, that’s where they remain. Last night, Mrs. Lion said that today I will be in nice soft panties. I’m naked right now. Mrs. Lion is writing her post. We will be going out soon. I expect I won’t be wearing my usual underwear.

When you think about it, a lot of things seem to be changing for me. I’m back in my chastity device (it’s off for this trip). Mrs. Lion is punishing much more effectively. Her new spanking style is way stricter. She is giving me punishment “deserts’ that range from mouth soaping to corner time or both. And now she is dressing me in panties, bras, and other frilly stuff. I wonder if in the near future that panties will be my only underwear. That is oddly arousing for me.

We are going shopping today for a stool. This will be my punishment stool. Instead of standing in the corner, I will be sitting on the stool. The seat will be covered with 3M anti-slip tape. This tape is like super coarse sandpaper. The grit is very sharp and very big. I can only imagine how it will feel on my freshly spanked bottom. Julie suggested that Mrs. Lion whip the top of my thighs with a crop to get me moving to better feel the grit.

I’m impatient for Mrs. Lion to begin with the underwear. It’s not that I exactly look forward to it. It’s just that the feeling is like waiting for the other shoe to drop. I know things are going to happen to me. The anticipation is, in some ways, worse than the reality.

It looks like Mrs. Lion is nearly done writing. I’m sure she’s already let you know what she did yesterday. I’m about to start finding out. (Saturday, Lunchtime) We just left WalMart. Mrs. Lion tarried a long time over the pegboard full of panties. She selected seven pairs of panties. I think she judged which ones she wanted to buy based on the look on my face when she held them up for me to see. We self-checked out, so no salesgirl to look at me in a funny way.We also bought a wooden stool for punishment time.

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Mrs. Lion has been writing about my forced cross-dressing. So far it has been frilly panties. They are suprisingly comfortable. I think they feel better than my regular underpants. That doesn’t mean I will run out and replace my underwear with panties. But if Mrs. Lion does it, while it may be potentially humiliating in the men’s room, I will be comfortable. Then what is the point of such a drastic move? It’s an exercise of control. Unlike asking me to wear red underpants, that is undeniable. Even if I forget I have them on, when I undress, go to pee in the urinal, or select my clothes in the morning, I am strongly reminded that I am not in control.

Even if I like wearing panties (I don’t.), grand gestures like forcing me to wear them 100% of the time sends a strong, long-lasting message. That message is reinforced when Mrs. Lion makes reference to my underwear. She could make me show her my selection for the day and then decide if I should wear something else. Or, she could get me day-of-the-week panties and require me to wear the correct pair each day.

Ok, my imagination is off and running. Mrs. Lion will take her time and decide what she wants me to do. You know me. I just charge ahead. Mrs. Lion is quite taken with shopping online for feminine underthings for me to wear. Yesterday afternoon, she measured my chest and hips. The last time my chest was measured I was buying a suit. How things change!

Oddly, I like the pictures of me in her post yesterday. I’m a lttle embarrassed that they are there for the world to see, but then you have seen my penis and ass without undies. I imagine Mrs. Lion will publish other cross dressing pictures of me. It’s part of the humiliation I admitted I want.

Next for me is a bra. Mrs. Lion is searching for just the right bra for me. Oh boy. She’s been showing me possibilities. Are you surprised I don’t like any of them? It doesn’t matter, within the next two weeks I will be wearing one for her (and you). I suggested padding or breast forms. If you’re gonna do it, do it! (He says having never done anything but taken bras off women)

I don’t know where this will end up, but I do know feminine underthings will be part of my wardrobe from now on. Mrs. Lion may start slowly, but she keeps going and almost never quits. I think she likes dressing me in panties. I suspect she will really like the other items she turns up. I’m not expected to like any of it. That’s the whole point.