Masculine Men in Lingerie
At Wearinghers Club in London
I was obviously hesitant about going to the Wearinghers Club, a monthly party at the Bunker Bar for men into wearing lingerie and their admirers. I’ve been fantasizing about sissification for some time. Recently I even had the privilege of dressing up for a guy whom I've been trying to reconnect with for a number of years. I shared a little more details about it in a recent bonus podcast episode.
I’m glad I had two more incentives to go. The first was you, of course. How could I tell you so much about my sissification fantasies (particularly through my books) without acting on it a little more?
House Slave Fag
House Slave Fag
The second reason was that I told a Master from Recon that I’d meet him there. He was very much into making masculine men give up their masculinity, in a way, by wearing lingerie.
Just one important note about the party: The organizers stressed this was a party for masculine men, so it was not about sissification per se. Surprised? Keep reading!
When I arrived I was greeted by a kind gentleman who reminded me of Sir Ian McKellen (Magneto in X-Men and Dame Maggie Smith in Saturday Night Live). In the changing room I saw guys of different shapes and ages, and at different stages of getting dressed in black lingerie or undressing (I was late, so a couple of them were already leaving the bar).
I felt a little under-dressed compared to the other guests at the party, as I didn’t have the whole set of lingerie, only panties and a push-up bra. Most others also had stockings and garters, and a couple of them also wore high heels, but not necessarily bras. I could also see how black looked more elegant and somehow fitting for men. Though I appreciated the compliment from one of the other bois about my color combination: a black bra and pink panties (covering my chastity cage).
Once I was ready, after one of the guys helped me put the bra on, I stepped out of the changing room and explored the bar. There were no more than 15 guys there, most of them wearing lingerie, with only two or three of the guys wearing street clothes. Those were the admirers, who didn’t even bother getting undressed, adding the Clothed Man Naked Man contrast to this whole scene. However, as advertised, everyone — crossdressed or not — was manly. No one pretended to be a sissy. And a few were very muscular.
Of course one of the very muscular guys immediately caught my attention. He had a thick but tidy beard, a very hairy ass, and a less hairy chest. He had all the appropriate garments for his lower body, including high heels.