🖤 “Panties First. Pride Later.”

 🖤 “Panties First. Pride Later.”

A Letter from Mistress to My Little Crossdressing Pets

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Here is your today's task slut 👇 

Hello, darling boys. Or should I say… my sweet little panty-slaves? 😈

Sit down. Legs together. Back straight. And listen carefully — Mistress has something to say.

You all pretend so well.

🕴️ The world sees your stiff shoulders, your boring jeans, your deep voices.

You walk past the lingerie aisle with your eyes down, pretending not to care.

But I know you care. I know what your mind whispers when no one’s around.

I know what your hands do behind locked doors.

I know the name you whisper when you wear her panties… and it’s not hers.

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He was no different.

He begged me to stop — said he wasn’t “really like that.”

Oh, how I laughed.

He trembled like a child when I laid the lace across his thighs.

He squirmed, humiliated, when the satin clung to his little bulge.

He moaned — yes, moaned — when I pulled the waistband up and whispered:

🎀 "There. That’s who you are."

And just like that?

💀 The old version of him — the man, the lie, the fear — expired.

💋 I deleted him with a smile.

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💄 You think you're alone in this? You're not.

Thousands of you — hiding, aching, yearning to slip into something soft.

But you’re scared.

Scared of the mirror. Scared of being caught.

Scared of what it will feel like when the lace doesn’t feel “wrong”…

…when it feels perfect.

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Let me make it simple, pet.

🩷 Put. On. The. Panties.

Don’t ask permission. Don’t pretend it’s “just a fetish.”

Don’t say you’ll “only try it once.” We both know better.

🌸 You wear them because they’re yours.

Because the moment they’re on, you’re free.

Because shame is a small price to pay for truth.

And that tightness you feel? That ache in your chest? That flutter between your thighs?

That’s the old you dying — and the real you being born.

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So go.

🩵 Open the drawer.

🖤 Pick the pair that scares you the most.

💞 Slip them up your legs like a prayer.

💘 Whisper: “Mistress was right.”

Because I am.

And once those panties hug your skin…

Once you look in the mirror and see the thing you were always too afraid to be…

There’s no going back.

That boy you used to be? He’s gone.

🕯️ Dead.

Buried in lace, soaked in surrender.

🎀 Read the task. Obey every word.

💋 Disobedience won’t protect you — it only delays your surrender.

👠 Click, strip, submit.

Mistress is watching. 

So don’t tell me you’re “not really like that.”

Because you are.

And I own what you are.

Every stitch. Every whimper. Every shamed little gasp in silk.

🖤 Panties first. Pride later.

That’s the rule.

Now… go prove you belong to me.

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With control, cruelty, and complete domination,

– Mistress

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