I’m getting out of the shower and reaching for my towel from the rack. As I glance through the door into the bedroom, I can see in the mirror that DW is seated on the side of the bed facing the chest of drawers. The punishment panty drawer is open and she is leafing through its contents to select the pair of panties that I will be required to wear at work for the day.
Once she is content with her choice, DW neatly lays out the selected panties on my side of the bed.