Saturday, 23 November 2013

Caught by one of Madam's guests


No I can't do this.  Madam would be furious if she knew.  I must stop him.....


But how?  He is so strong and forceful......


And he wants me......oh my god his hand on my sissy clit is making me so hot.....



That feels so good.....I only hope Madam doesn't hear us,,,,,,


How wonderful........even if Madam hears us, feeling his marvellous cock is worth any punishment!

Monday, 12 August 2013

Knees together?

Madam always told me that a young lady keeps her knees together.  It seems that Madam's boyfriend, Frank, didn't want me to.

Monday, 24 June 2013

Perfectly ridiculous

I felt so ridiculous. It wasn’t the costume; the skimpy maids dress with the lovely lace edging certainly made me feel so feminine and sissy and I had come to enjoy that part of it.  In fact I looked forward to dressing up each day now; the panties, and bras, stockings and suspenders, slips and crop tops were becoming less an exciting game as more a part of who I was. But taking commands from my wife Zoe was a new experience.  Her sharp voice called me into the bedroom to recieve a list of the days chores.  The curtseys and the ‘Yes, Ma’am’ and ‘No Ma’am’ was a little humiliating.  As Zoe seemed intent on spending the whole day in bed something told me that I would have to get used to this fairly quickly.

Monday, 10 June 2013

His forever

The way he kissed me was wonderful; his hands feeling me beneath my short dress.  I was already a little in love with him, but I was also a little bit scared about what he would do when he discovered my secret. Slowly his hand went to the front of my frilly white panties. He paused and broke off looking at me in the eye.  Then he began to kiss me again and gently stroke my sissy clit through my panties. I loved him then more than anything; I was his forever.

Pretty panties - which ones would you choose?



Thursday, 6 June 2013

Deserved

I hated it when my wife was mean to me. She was angry and upset I could tell that. But what particularly had I done now?  Was it the dirty dishes that I had left in the sink from lunchtime? Was it the fact that the laundry basket was still full?  Or was it because I had been playing dress-up in her bedroom again and left her panties lying on the floor?  It had been so wonderful feeling her best pink panties ride up my legs and over my bottom and sissy bits. Maybe it would have been better if I hadn’t squirted my sissy stuff in them. Anyway I knew what was to come next; a very severe spanking.  And I couldn’t say that I didn’t deserve it.

A christening

Madam had spent three years and a lot of money making me look how I did now.  She was so proud when Sir christened my new breasts. From his smile I think Sir was pleased with them too!

Thursday, 16 May 2013

My own fault

I just couldn’t help it.  Even though John had told me not to I couldn’t help looking.  The noises that John and my wife Sarah were making echoed through the whole house, and I had to see what they were up to. But when John found me playing with my sissy clit while staring at them John was livid.  I couldn’t blame him; it was after all my own fault.

Tuesday, 7 May 2013

Get together

From time to time I still used to see my old buddies but somehow things never seemed to be the same as they had been..........

Thursday, 2 May 2013

When No becomes Yes

When Sam, my wife’s new boyfriend, came into my bedroom I knew there was going to be trouble.  He started by sitting in the chair by my bed just chatting; about what a wonderful house we had and how wonderful Sarah was. I looked at him as I tugged the duvet up to my chin.  Then he started to come closer, first of all stroking my cheek and head and before I knew it his hand was below the duvet seeking out my pretty new breasts through the filmy material of my pink babydoll nightgown.  I didn’t want this; “No, please No”, I remember whispering.  But as he continued to chat in a very soothing way his hand began to go lower towards my pretty pink panties and now he was lying next to me on the bed. “Please No”, I insisted, but he took no notice.  I could feel his breath on me, the power of his arms as he manoeuvred himself over me.  The rough feel of his erect cock as it pushed up against my leg.  I don’t know what made me say it but the ever more insistent No had changed into Yes. “….mmmm,more please….yes Daddy, yes”.  As I disappeared into the private world of my own passion I could just catch the eye of my wife Sarah standing by my bedroom door and smiling.

Wednesday, 17 April 2013

Confidence

When we married I was painfully shy.  In fact it always amazes me that I got married at all, but when Julie told me that that was what we were going to do, like everything else I just went along with it.  My life seemed to be taken over as if by a worldwind.  Julie took control of more or less everything; she arranged the wedding, bought the apartment where we were to live, took over the paying of the bills, and drove the car whenever we went out.  She was 100% in control.
It may seem odd to some people but after six months or so of marriage Julie suggested I start wearing panties.  It started one day when she told me she didn’t want my bits flopping about when we were in bed together; so she suggested I slip on her panties. They were pink and lacy, but I had been married long enough to Julie to know that what she suggested went.  After pulling them on they didn’t feel too bad; in fact I rather liked their silky feel from the first.  Soon I was wearing panties every night and one morning Julie suggested that I should wear them to work as well.  Soon my regular boxers were replaced by panties, bras, slips, stockings, garters and a range of feminine attire.  I didn’t seem to mind even if I had had a choice about it.
Those days seem so distant now that today I am Julie’s cook, cleaner, housekeeper, maid, and sissy plaything.  My new breasts have filled me out and the hormones have so affected my shape that not only do I pass as a woman but get considerable attention from men.  I flirt and make eyes at them and lead them on terribly.  In fact as Julie pointed out just the other day I am probably a more confident and composed as a sissy than I ever was as a man.

Men are beasts


Men are such beasts.  When Madam invited round two of her boyfriends for the evening they spent all their time pawing at me.   It started when I served them drinks; one just rubbed his hand against my stockings, while another put his hand on my bottom.  By the time I came back for refills the hands had wandered up under my skirt and around my cute pink panties.  It wasn’t that I didn’t like the attention; they were both very good looking boys.  But it was Madam they were annoying.  “Now then boys, you are meant to be giving me your attention”, complained Madam and she stared at me with one of her ‘I’ll sort you out later looks’.  I knew that I was in for a spanking that evening, and it wasn’t my fault. 

Monday, 25 March 2013

Office slut


It had begun with an odd hand on the knee, or a squeeze of my side.  Jenny, my wife, said that I had asked for it wearing such short skirts in the office where everyone could see my stocking tops.  But I enjoyed dressing like that and enjoyed the attention I got from the senior partners.  But when John Henry started paying me attention well how could I resist.
He was strong and handsome and all the girls would swoon when he walked in.  But when he got close to me he would touch my elbow or my side, as if my accident at first.  He must have known of my reputation.  Whenever occasion arose I would try and get close to him and he was soon moving his hand up my leg in the skirt direction.  After a fortnight I could feel his hand on my bottom and it was only a short distance from there to taking dictation from him while sat on his lap. How I giggled and squirmed and made eyes at him.
It was when the other senior secretary Mavis came in to the office and found me kneeling under his desk with my mouth full that things really took off.  All the males in the building were making a beeline for my office and boy did I enjoy it.

I'm bored...please come and play with me

Please Sir...........

Tuesday, 19 March 2013

His sissy

Panties – bra – stockings – high heels – make up – feeling soft – feeling weak – feeling powerless – feeling girly – feeling him – his powerful chest – his powerful arms wrapped around me – his hands on my bottom – his hands on my girly breasts – feeling his breath – smelling his after shave – feeling the hardness – feeling his cock – looking into his eyes – rubbing his cock – feeling I am his girl – wanting to please him – wanting to make him cum – sucking – hmmm – sucking -  taking his cock – spurting, cumming, tasting his sperm – being his girl – being his sissy – feeling safe and protected – lying in bed with his arms round me

Monday, 18 March 2013

Inspection time


I was pretty happy to undergo inspection this week.  When I had had wet panties three times in the last fortnight it had been very unpleasant; my bottom was red raw for days.   Now I made sure my panties were always dry by changing just before Sir got home. 

Thursday, 14 March 2013

Just sitting


I couldn't believe that my wife's new boyfriend could be so brazen.  As Sarah was in the bedroom getting ready, he just sat opposite me in the lounge just staring.  And it wasn't my face he was staring at.  He just sat there staring at my panties. OK, Sarah had told me often enough that I should keep my legs together now I was wearing skirts, but I had a terrible time remembering.  So he sat and stared, and I sat and blushed.

Friday, 22 February 2013

She promised me a ribbon....

Madam promised me a ribbon for my hair if I would.  It was a bright pink ribbon and I would have done anything to have it.    I hope Madam will make me earn another ribbon soon.

Thursday, 21 February 2013

Monday, 11 February 2013

A sharing sissy

When my friend Frankie comes round we love to play dress up.  I love sharing my nightie sets and Frankie just loves to use my makeup. 

Imagination

I was lying in bed listening to my wife Sandy entertaining her latest boyfriend.  The primeval grunts and screams of pleasure permeated the thin walls and left me alone with my very mixed up thoughts. 
It had been fun when it started and I had enjoyed putting on panties and bras and stockings and suspenders, heels and camisoles and all the fancy clothes.  Sandy had insisted but she didn’t meet much resistance from me. I loved feeling feminine, weak, biddable, and as the weeks went on and I became almost the domestic maid, I couldn’t remember a happier time in my life.  I had reservations about moving out of ‘our’ bedroom and into the ‘spare’ room but once Sandy had the decorators in and made it a pink feminine boudoir with clothes in the wardrobe that I would die for, it wasn’t too much of a wrench.
But now she was enjoying herself with other men.  I had sat and cried myself to sleep when it started happening, but now I liked to listen.  And I couldn’t work out why but my little sissy clit would stand up on end whenever I heard her.  I could imagine them together in bed, and my thoughts had begun thinking about Sandy and how much she was enjoying herself.  But more recently I had been thinking more about John.  What was it like to feel his cock ?  Inside me deep inside me?  I would imagine what it was like and hug my little baby doll night dress as the images went through my head, my little clit pushing up against my pink satin sissy panties.
It was as they came to a climax that so did I.  My imagination had been intent on John entering me, pushing himself inside me, filling me up.  And as the sound of John next door doing exactly that to my wife, I came and came.  Wet panties once more.