Friday 23 June 2017

Resistance


I resisted at first. Even if I was wearing white frilly panties and matching bra, and had a blouse, a skirt, and makeup on, I was still a boy.   Boys didn't kiss boys.  But he didn't give me any options.  He was insistent as he grabbed me and forced a kiss on me, enveloping me in his arms.  I felt powerless and  he had soon discarded my skirt and had his hand reaching for my panties.  His smell, the power in his arms, the weakness in my knees, melting before him......  Before I knew what was happening I was kissing him back, wanting more, and he had his hands on my sissy parts. 

It was a time I couldn't get out my mind as my sissy training continued.   As I lay awake in my pink babydoll and matching pink panties I would think about that time and beyond the guilty feeling, it felt warm and comforting and right.

Monday 12 June 2017

Please allow me to wear a skirt


i couldn't believe it when i found out.  She (who must be obeyed) wanted me to spend the entire day without a skirt; just wearing a blouse, some knee length stockings and a pair of white silky panties.   i felt so vulnerable, even more so when everyone in the house seemed to feel free to run their hand over my pantied bottom.  Sir felt my bottom and then gave it a hard slap that brought a tear to my eye and sent him off chuckling.   i grabbed an apron from the kitchen to hide whatever i could, but it wasn't any use. By mid-afternoon i was on my knees before Madame.  "Please madame. Please allow me to wear a skirt".