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.
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