Number 1: I want to put on panties.

Panties?

Oh, no, no, no!

You're a bimbo trophy wife, so what you have to put on is a thong!

You pick out the thong from the number 1 drawer. It is lace with a cotton lining and it is BRIGHT NEON PINK.

Oh god, it is such a small slip of fabric! I'm supposed to wear this? You think to yourself.

You try and figure out how to put it on, even accidentally shooting it across the room like a slingshot.

Oh god, you inspect the crotch... and there a little embroidered message there: "My husband paid for exclusive, unlimited access to this hole," it says.

You look at the part that goes up your ass. Oh fuck, there's another message written there: "Use of this hole requires a jewelry deposit."

Oh shit. This is real, trophy wife bimbo lingerie!

Some how, you are able to open up the thong with your fingers (and their red, glossy nails - which now you're wishing were pink) and step into it and pull it up onto your body.

It barely covers your crotch, and the thong in back rides uncomfortably up your bottom. Your ass is COMPLETELY exposed in these panties. There is absolutely no protection. You think about your bare bottom rubbing up against your dress.

You think about the messages which are pressed against your two holes down there. The thought of being owned like that...