When my wife was out at work and I had done the chores I would get very bored in the afternoons. Until my wife suggested I had a friend over. "Why don't you give Frank a call?" she asked. So I did. Afternoons were never to be boring again.
Monday 8 December 2014
Tuesday 2 December 2014
Monday 10 November 2014
Don't look!
I don't know why Jenny had left me with Sir for the afternoon, but it was going to be difficult. His cock was enormous , but I couldn't...I mustn't....... I had to just try hard not to look at it and perhaps it would go away!
Checking your Sissy
Jenny's boyfriend always liked to check me out when he came round. He would have a quick feel under my dress before taking Jenny out on the town. I'm not sure what it did for him, but it always made me wet my panties.
Monday 14 July 2014
What to do?
Both her and her panties were outrageously beautiful. But she had made it clear; I could have her or her panties. I imagined how it would feel wearing the pink panties, with the pink bow and I suddenly made up my mind. I drew her panties down and put them on before she could change her mind.......
Friday 16 May 2014
Tuesday 13 May 2014
More panties to wash
The only problem I encountered when my wife started making me wear panties was the washing. I seemed to make my panties wet three or four times a day. Good fun for a sissy, but an awful lot of washing!
Thursday 8 May 2014
Spank me please!
I hadn’t liked it to
begin with. She would hold my wrist and
pull me towards her and throw me over her lap.
She would do this in one motion which would result in my arms and legs
flailing in all directions, but result in me being bent over her in a most
vulnerable position.
For some reason she
was much stronger and more powerful than me these days; it was as if the
panties, stockings, bra and lacy dress that I had become accustomed to wearing
had made me a weak and feeble sissy girl.
As I struggled on her lap she would hold me down with one firm hand in
the small of my back while with the other she thrust the hem of my dress
upwards revealing my panties and stocking tops.
And then her hand would come down from such a great height and land on
my pantied bottom with such a slap that the sound seemed to echo round the
room.
I would cry out and
struggle even more, but as her hand came down in a regular rhythm and the hand
in the small of my back became more like a vice I seemed to give up and just
emit small sobbing cries and big thick tears.
Why was she so mean to me? Why
did she have to make my bottom as pink as my panties?
Afterwards she would
make me get up, curtsey and say, “thank you Madam for my spanking. I will try
to be a good girl in future”.
Nowadays I seem to
like my spankings more. I seem to have
got used to the pain, and after all the thought of bending over Mistresses lap
and feeling my panties rub against the top of her skirt and stockings makes my
little sissy clit get very excited. Maybe it is because this is the only close
contact I get with my Mistress, since she banished me to the spare room, and
her boyfriend moved in. Looking but no
touching is the order of the day.
Somehow the spankings are what passes for intimacy between us now.
So whenever I get
called for my spankings I now curtsey, smile, and say “spank me please Madam”
and afterwards I say “thank you Madam for my spanking.” The difference is now I really mean it!
I can't quite believe it
Even though my wife has had me dressing as a sissy for months now I still can't quite believe what has happened to me. I still have to lift the hem of my skirt to look at my pretty stocking tops and panties every now and again. And I get a thrill of pleasure every time I do so.
Thursday 24 April 2014
A good sissy
I'm being an extra good sissy this week. Madam says she will buy me a pair of these panties if i can be a good sissy for a whole week. That means no cumming in my pretty panties for a whole week! i'm not sure i can do it, but i do want these panties desperately.
Wednesday 23 April 2014
Cry baby
“Don’t cry little one
I didn’t mean to make you cry”. I really
had to pull myself together as it was happening increasingly often. Jennifer, my wife, would just happen to make
some passing remark and I would burst into tears. All she had said was that my panties looked
cute and that she had a wrap-around skirt that would look great with my crop
top. My panties did look cute that was
true; I loved the pink ruffles and the way it held my sissy clit inside so
no-one could possibly tell I was a sissy.
And I’d have loved to wear Jennifer’s skirt. I don’t know what it was that made me
cry. Maybe it was the hormones; Jennifer
gave me an injection each evening and my little sissy breasts were becoming
more visible by the day. But whenever
Jennifer made me cry she would sit me on her lap and dry my eyes and whisper
gently in my ear about how pretty I looked and having a sissy like me around
the house was such a comfort to her.
Wednesday 16 April 2014
Saturday 5 April 2014
Cruel comments
"Hmmm yes. I love the virginal white look" said Kate as her hand came round to feel my pantied bottom. "Of course you aren't going to be able to wear white for very much longer you know little one". She gave a knowing laugh. She could be so cruel sometimes.
Tuesday 1 April 2014
Lost forever?
She was holding them
out to me encouraging me. I didn’t want to put them on, but she was so
insistent. I felt so helpless and
confused. One moment I was determined to
resist. After all I was a man and I didn’t want to wear panties. The next moment I was about to submit to her
pleading. She was right after all, wasn’t
she? What did it matter what I wore in
the privacy of our bedroom. And maybe
she was right that they would help our sex life; that had after all never been
great shakes. I could see that she was
turned on by the thought of me wearing her panties, and one part of me deep
down wondered what the lacy and pink panties would feel like. I took the panties from her hand, stepped
into them and drew them up my legs. My wife smiled that small knowing
smile. For some reason I felt that I was
lost forever.
Monday 24 March 2014
You silly girl they are far too big.....
I begged Madam for weeks to allow me to have the surgery. And at last she let me and I had my own breasts at last. When I got home from the clinic Madam was appalled. "You silly girl they are much too big". Admittedly none of my lovely pink bras fitted any longer. But how could breasts be too big? I just didn't understand.
Friday 21 March 2014
Friday 14 March 2014
Not in control now
My wife had always been in control. When she made me wear her panties; when she made me shop for my own; when she made me her sissy wearing all sorts of pretty pink slips and stockings; when she made me give up my job and be her live in sissy maid. She had always been severe as well. She had never been afraid of getting her hair brush out and giving me 20 spanks on my pink pantied bottom. But when she started inviting her boyfriends back...well....she wasn't in quite so much control then.
Thursday 6 February 2014
Still looking at my old movies.....
I loved my new life as a sissy, but I couldn't help going back to my old collection of porn movies on an occasional afternoon. Wet panties again!
Wednesday 8 January 2014
Monday 6 January 2014
Pretty in pink
Sir loves to see me in pink. And I must say I enjoy dressing in pink too....until it is time for my milking and Sir orders me to take everything off!
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