Crisis averted, panty fetish secret safe, whew.It was not until 14 years later that my wife discovered my panty fetish, and all my other kinks. We had...drifted apart with all of our time and energy focused on the k**s. I soon started diving into my fetish world more deeply. I discovered the idea of being dominated by a Mistress drove me fucking insane with lust.I soon found a Mistress who was either into the same fetishes, or was aware of them and had an interest in exploring with me. I was. Here I was in public a young tall stud with his cheap married possession and the hubby in tow!We found a bar, nice place. I told Mick to get all the drinks as he was in luck with Nathan here to relieve the shopping boredom and maybe more I was thinking.Mick got the drinks and Nathan just stood beside me holding me, he said this is brill then kissed me, we kissed for ages and Mick just looked up at us sort of embarrassed looking about all the time. I saw a group of boys laughing and pointing at. A Vocal, most likely, using their voice to see something distant. It came almost as a soothing sigh with the slightest echo. === She watched the boy as he trudged inside, just as she watched all the new arrivals. He looked boring. New and afraid, yes, but boring too. Still, she promised herself to look again some time later just in case things changed. Instead she turned her voice, and vision, to the stable hands that were tending to the horses as they recovered from their journey. If any. The porch light was on and she let herself quitely into the house and turned off the light. As Daphne headed up the stairs to her bedroom, she heard her mother call her name. Daphne’s mother was standing at the door of the study, dimly illuminated by the light behind her. She was wearing a bathrobe over an ankle length royal blue silk night gown. ‘Oh, Mommy, I didn’t think that you would still be awake’, Daphne said lightly, trying to pretend that nothing was wrong. ‘No, I’m sure you didn’t’,.