I lost the bet this morning. Yep, you read that right. So now it's my turn to experience a week as the 'therapy slave'. His first pick for my 'spoils of war' was a pair of pure white lace underwear. So thin it's almost see-through, so tight I can feel the fabric rubbing against my cock with every step. The worst part? He insisted I wear them to the convenience store. Standing in front of the cold drinks fridge, feeling the AC's chill and my dick hardening under the lace... this hidden humiliation in a public place... is more thrilling than I imagined. The perspective shift from Dominant to submissive is unexpectedly fascinating. Anyone else ever feel like handing over the reins, just to see what you could become?