My husband confessed his interest in exploring kink to me and I was happy to oblige. We both had been secretly into it long before we met but never explored it. He had been into it and fantasized about it since his teens so he had a better understanding of it and what he liked so he started the conversation about what we should try. At first we would take turns being a dominant and submissive and it became painfully obvious what our true roles were with him submitting to me.

Next came us trying new things with femdom. We started with chastity and added on from there. Nothing crazy just light CBT, servitude, tease and denial. When he brought up the addition of me making him wear panties, I immediately said no and added it to my hard limits. A few days later I started feeling like that was unfair because we both agreed to be open minded and step out of our comfort zones. So I brought it up and his reason for it was actually a logical one: he had read how panties offer the most support. So we went and bought a 5 pack of panties that were as gender neutral as I could find and we tried it. After a couple of days he had gone through the neutral colors and was left with the feminine ones. When I saw him in the pink ones, I couldn’t help but laugh and he was embarrassed to say the least. But I could tell he was straining against the cage. And I was pretty turned on too.

The next day, we spoke about it and he admitted to finding it very hot but also made him feel more submissive. I told him that aside from finding it hilarious, I thought it would help reinforce and remind him of his place. Soon I started buying more feminine panties for him to wear. He would even tell me the ones he found most comfortable. At this point though, we were still playing when we got the free time, which wasn’t that often and would only last a few days. He started sharing some kinkier fantasies with me and I’d tell him what I liked, what I wasn’t opposed to but not ready to try yet, and stuff that I didn’t like. One thing he wanted to try was extending our time playing so we had to figure out how to balance it with the other aspects of our lives and found what worked for us.

One day though, he mentioned small penis humiliation and before I could think of something reasonable to say, I said no and put it on my list of hard no’s. I told him that I didn’t want to take it to that level because I felt like it could negatively impact our vanilla life and our marriage. Secretly though, I was afraid of him finding out my real opinion and thoughts on his size. Before him, I had been with like 8 guys. But my husband, who was a large guy (over 6’6” 275lbs and very intimidating looking) had the smallest penis I had ever seen. I expected it to be proportionate to him and it was the opposite. He was hard the first few times I saw it and I guesstimate 4” long and not much girth but the sex was amazing between us. The first time I saw him soft, I almost laughed out loud. And I didn’t want him to know that I really thought he was little.

During one of our playtimes, I had him show me his panties then said I wanted to see MY locked up dick. When he showed me, I blurted out “where is it?” And he turned red and look up to see me smiling. From there, the more comfortable I got with it and confident in being a domme, the more I did it. And I grew to really enjoy it and so did he. One day we were exchanging dirty texts and he said that I’m really believable now and not knowing if I’m telling the truth or playing a part is so hot for him.

So I started making comments when we weren’t playing, in the middle of regular sex, or any other time I thought he would be surprised. He eventually asked why I kept doing that because he felt like now I was really telling him I thought he was small. I said that I didn’t think he was small, I know he is. I told him my real first thought when I saw it. He asked me to be honest and tell me if he was the smallest I’ve had. I said oh yeah. After that, playtime was much more intense. He confessed to liking the bitch, cruel, mean side a lot more than he let on. One night, I told him I was going to make panties his primary underwear, even when we weren’t playing. He objected at first so I told him to say how big he thinks he is and then we’d measure and if he was off by more than an inch, it would be panties all the time. He blurted out 5”. So I got a ruler and got him as hard as he could get. I measured him where I couldn’t see the numbers and asked him what it says. In a disappointing tone he said “3.5 inches” I said I told you and technically you have a micropenis.

From that point on, we had a FLR. He wears panties everyday. I like to mess with him when he is concerned about shrinking. He thinks making him smaller is my goal. I recently told him we are technically lesbians because he has a clit and used that to introduce bras to him. I don’t want to make him a crossdresser or feminized though. Just obviously a guy that wears bras and panties. Since being with other people is something I am not willing to do, traditional cuckolding is off the table for us. But I have cuckolded him with strap ons, each one a different size (all bigger than him) and I’ve given each one a different male name.