What I noticed the most yestarday was feeling the material of my pants rubbing gently against my skin. The skin that my panties no longer mostly cover. My pants (think yoga pants) were a silky material, so it was a pleasant sensation. A few times, I even ran my hand over my ass in a kind of caress, savoring the sensation.
But there was also the slight discomfort when I would bend over or move wrong and the thong would slip between my butt cheeks. There was also that.
The times I noticed it and it was pleasant, or noticed it and it was unpleasant, or noticed that I hadn’t been thinking about it and it wasn’t unpleasant… basically, there was a whole lot of thinking about it going on.
I started wondering who had come up with this idea in the first place. I thought it might have been a Satanic invention, so I looked it up. No, apparently the thong was originally a loin cloth and worn as far back as Biblical times – by men. Not known to be worn by women, according to the internet, until the 1939 World’s Fair, where dancers wore them to cover up for Mayor Fiorello LaGuardia’s rules.
But the credit for inventing the modern thong bikini, as we know it, goes to Austrian-American fashion designer Rudi Gernreich, who introduced it in 1974. He offered it as a more modest opton on nude beaches, and it grew from there. It didn’t become mainstream until the early ’90’s in the US.
Which leads me right back to my own thongs. Which I am required to wear by Sir Jon. Which keeps me from forgetting that he is my Sir and repeatedly brings my attention to my – you know, my pussy. A pussy that by mid-morning was wet and sometimes throbbed when I remembered that I was required by my Sir to wear these particular panties.
It is not the panties that turn me on, it is the requirement, and the reminder that I do it because he wants me to. Throughout the day, his desires and my obedience run between us like a bond.
Olivia 
Originally worn by men? Awesome. I thought the fact that I like the feeling of a thong pulled up between my arse cheeks was justification enough, but knowing that they were originally men’s underwear is something I shall remember wshould I ever need to justify them.
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I love this. Yes. They were worn only by men for ages. I LOVE that this is what landed well for you from the post. 💜
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As I have often observed: “You’re never quite alone when you’re wearing a thong.”
(And for the record, I am personally familiar with them even as a guy. ) 😉
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That’s funny, it’s so true. Plus, I’m kind of glad to see the guys are out there, enjoying the thong from their own perspective. 💜
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Mmmm…. I love the feeling of yoga pants on my bare bottom…such a delightful sensation! And I love hearing how aroused this kept you throughout the day, being REQUIRED to obey. Happy for you, my dear friend ❤ XOXO
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I’m glad you share my enjoyment of that sensation. Lol, and that you capitalize required. That is definitely a trigger word for me in terms of things that turned me on. I love how you are there for me through so many ups and downs. Thank you. 💜
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Right back at ya, lady!
Capitalizing those words is definitely something I picked up from my Sir. His favorite? After I’ve sent an email where I am sort of..hem hawing around obedience…my phone dings. And the text almost always begins, “nora, I EXPECT you to obey me immediately.” My tummy is in knots immediately seeing his use of caps as that means that he means business.
Oh, the little things that thrill us 🙂 XOXO
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Interestingly, I think about the panties I am wearing quite often so this was fun to read – but I can’t say it’s ever a thong. I don’t even own one – well, actually, I do, but they’re crotchless and thus serve a very specific occasional function ha! There’s a tendency at spanking parties the last several years for tops to pull panites *up* into a thong or wedgie, instead of down, and from my own personal estimation, it’s the worst new-thing to hit the scene. For me, the fullness of them has a similar effect. Knowing they’re covering a part of me that’s central to my sexuality, that they’ll be removed specifically for me to be spanked, sometimes, yes, being told to wear specific ones (like British school knickers) and knowing the person in question knows what I am wearing and what will happen to me in those panties…similar thoughts, different under-roos!
There’s just something about knowing they’ll be removed and the removing itself but also the revealing in the removing. But yes, the requirement, the knowledge you’re wearing something *for* someone and because they told you to? *chefs kiss*
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I love this comment!! Panties are a fascinating topic, aren’t they? Having them pulled up into a wedge would really suck.
I think there is something kind of magical about being told to pull your panties down for a spanking. Yes. So many different ways for this to be stimulating and arousing!
“Required to…”. Also has some real power, no matter what is required.
Thanks so much for commenting!! I’ve been a bit MIA, I’m usually better about responding…
💜
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