I’m not a fan of winter. I absolutely hate being cold and Man knows this. He’s tired of my whining as has agreed to to let me wear all the outer clothing I want to and in any stile. I’ve agreed to allow him to choose my underclothing. I figured this would be fine since I could bundle up and stay warm. We agreed that when the temperature was roughly below 40 degrees we’d follow this system. Today, the high was 35. So, I gleefully grabbed my favorite jeans, thick socks, a cami, and a thick cable sweater and headed into the bathroom to shower and dress for the day. When I stepped into the steamy room, all clean and shaved from the hot shower, Man was there with the underclothing of the day. A skimpy pair of white lace panties with a string of pearls where the crotch cloth should be. I stared at him, open mouthed. I had to wear that all day??? That’s when I realized what I’d agreed to. A slow grin lit Man’s face and understanding dawned on me. Let me assure you, there is nothing as beautiful or sexy and a sneaky, intelligent Dominant Man.