Recently a caller wanted desperately to get me a specific pair of panties, even though I do not wear the panties and told him that. He said he didn’t care, he just wanted me to have them and take a pic of them, so I said fine, as long as you give me the money to buy them, that’s alright. For some reason he had difficulty getting them off my wishlist when I added them, even though it was pretty straightforward. So he just sent me the money to get them.
At last they arrived and I laid them on the bed to take pics of them. He loved that I laid them out so he could see the label, Vanity Fair panties are his passion. He wears them himself and so does his mother. So I wrote his name and the date on a piece of pair I laid on the bed above the spread out panties and took a few pics of them and then sent him the pics. He was thrilled that I now had in my possession a pair of the Vanity Fair panties he’d given me the money for. He asks if I am not curious to try them on. No, I’m not, lol. I do not wear that style of panties and certainly not nylon satin feeling ones. He cannot grasp anyone is not in love with Vanity Fair panties.
He has me leave these funny little voice mail messages for him that he writes up pretending I am one of the ladies in charge at Vanity Fair, and that they all know he’s a panty boy and we are horrified. We know his dirty little secret, that he wears women’s underwear. He buys them for himself. He thinks everyone should be wearing them and sleeping in them as well. Vanity Fair panty enslavement as he calls it. Some are really into panties.
