Madam hosted a somewhat risque party this last weekend. we had a mix of pure Dommes, submissive men, and a few couples who like to dabble in a bit of femdom play. nothing unusual for our house. what was unusual was the theme.

every male guest had to be in underwear. only underwear.

duckie does not usually do underwear. there is a reason for this. fabric is an enemy, waistbands are traitors, and my bits have a long-standing war with elastic.

no worries though. Madam planned ahead. she handed me a very cute pair of see-through female panties. tiny. lacy. completely useless at covering anything. i put them on and instantly understood why lingerie models walk funny.

the guests started arriving, and the underwear parade was honestly amazing. there was Mistress Lydia and her husband, who showed up in gold lamé briefs that clung to him like a second skin. there was a younger Domme, Miss R, who had two kneeling boys in matching red boxer briefs. a very adorable gay couple came in pastel cotton trunks covered in cartoon cats. and then there was Madam’s friend Celeste, who brought a guy wearing a leather thong that left nothing to the imagination.

Madam announced a contest for “best underwear of the night.” props were awarded for creativity, presentation, and the ability to keep everything contained while moving. spoiler: i did not score well in that last category. things kept slipping out the side, which got a few whistles and at least one “oh my god, look at that.”

now, i will admit something. i was a little jealous of Madam’s Mister. he spent most of the night on her arm, looking all tall and smug in a very masculine pair of black jockeys that hugged him in all the right places. the kind of underwear that makes you think inappropriate thoughts even if you are trying to behave.

meanwhile, i looked like a slutty duckling in transparent panties that refused to obey gravity. oh well.

near the end of the night, after the contest and the mingling and the drinking and the flirting, Madam finally rolled her eyes at how many times my cock had fallen out and said, “boy, just take them off.”

i did. the crowd cheered. someone clapped. someone else yelled “about time.” Madam laughed.

and duckie was finally free.

great party. great underwear. even better without.

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