12-10-2018, 07:30 PM
Several years ago, a very dear female friend of Miss Brenda and myself passed away. She was a strong woman who taught my mistress a lot about how to break, handle and sissify males. As we were cleaning out her house, I found her lingerie drawer and inside was a note to me leaving me her Delta Burke lingerie - those that would fit anyway as she was a larger lady.  Tears came to my face as I gently pulled them from the drawer remembering how she wore these items, many of which were in training sessions with us. I gratefully pulled out those that would fit me and took them home.  I couldn't wait to put them on, and Miss Brenda loved the idea that I would be wearing the bras/panties of a powerful woman.Â
I am sitting here right now wearing her purple silk bra and lacey panty feeling humbled that she thought of me. I can't help but feel her power over me still as I sit here in them. There is something of her still left such that I wear them with pride knowing that she had worn them before me. It is hard to put into words, but there is something more meaningful wearing bra/panty that a woman had worn versus buying them new in a store. Can anyone else understand what I am trying to say?
I am sitting here right now wearing her purple silk bra and lacey panty feeling humbled that she thought of me. I can't help but feel her power over me still as I sit here in them. There is something of her still left such that I wear them with pride knowing that she had worn them before me. It is hard to put into words, but there is something more meaningful wearing bra/panty that a woman had worn versus buying them new in a store. Can anyone else understand what I am trying to say?