When Mizz Geena first told me what she wanted me to do, my stomach fluttered and a warm flush rose in my cheeks. I felt that familiar mix of nervousness and quiet eagerness that always comes when she gives me something to carry out for her.

Instead of ordinary underwear, I chose a pair of my soft panties. Something about wearing them for her made me feel more open, more feminine, and more completely under her. Sliding them over my head and settling the crotch across my nose felt intimate and a little exposing, but I left them there because that was what she wanted.

Then I began to turn, speaking the words she had given me with every spin.

One… “there’s no place like under Mistress.”

Two… the room started to tilt.

Three… four… five… my voice grew quieter.

Six… seven… eight… I reached up to steady the panties as they slipped.

Nine… ten.

I came to a stop, a little dizzy, face warm, the panties still perched on my head and her words still echoing in my mind. Then I reached for my phone, took the photo, and am posting it here exactly as ordered.

Thank you for the assignment, Mizz Geena.