Author: littleoldme456

Another story about my dom ex gf

So I already made a post about how I started wearing thongs and shaving my whole body at 17 because my girlfriend wanted me to, and how when I got to college I started dating another girl who loved me wearing thongs and loved dominating me. Here is the post if you want to read it:

Quick anecdote from Femdomstories

This is another story about my college girlfriend. I lived in my fraternity house with my brothers (I had my own room) and she lived in the sorority house next door.

She loved to make me do “humiliating assignments”, and she would threaten to show pics of me wearing thongs to her sorority sisters. She knew that if that were to happen my whole fraternity would know within ten minutes, which would have been an absolute disaster for my image and my social life. And she knew how to use it to mess with me. Read more »

Random anecdote

I started shaving my whole body and wearing thongs and lingerie because my first serious girlfriend wanted me to. It was from 17 to 19 years old.

By the time I got to college I met a girl who lived in the sorority house next door. She enjoyed looking shy and innocent to the outside world, but had a big kink feminizing men and she loved turning me into her “sissy bitch” (her words) behind closed doors.

By that point I had already been wearing thongs for years, so obviously she was happy with it. Except that I wore thongs for guys, and she made me replace all of them with pink lacy panties and other girl lingerie.

And the two girlfriends I dated in the years after college also really liked that I wore thongs.

One thing all my exes seem to have in common is that they loved doing things like make me wear a pink thong under low rise jeans, so that people would notice I was wearing panties if I wasn’t careful if I leaned forward or had to kneel to pick something up or tie my shoelace. All my girlfriends throughout the years were all really into trying to put me in situations where people would notice I was wearing thongs, or making me pick a particularly girly thong at Victoria’s Secret and making me ask the sales girls if she could help me find it in my size. Read more »