Friday, 7 September 2018

Little girl clothes


"Now then young lady there is no need to pout and stamp your foot.  Do you want to go over my knee?"
"i'm sorry Madam but i'm tired of wearing little girl clothes. Just look at it"
"It is very pretty and charming".
"But why do i need to wear clothes for little girls.  Can't i wear a dress that is more my age?"
Madam smiled.

Monday, 9 July 2018

Please stop

When i got home from school there was no sign of Mistress.  There was just him.   When he started kissing me and touching me it was something i didn't want.  'Please stop Sir' i whispered.  But he began to feel my knee and run his hand up under my skirt. 'Please stop Sir', i whispered again a little uncertainly.   But he didn't stop and when he got the vibrator out and began to apply it to the outside of my panties it fairly took my breath away.   i couldn't think as he kissed me and made me hotter and more excited.   'Do you wish me to stop now little one?'.  'No Sir.  Please don't stop'.

Tuesday, 19 December 2017

Pretty things

i just need to wear pretty things.  Mistress always tells me that it wasn't always like this; that i didn't like my pretty things at first.  But now i wake up and want to wear the prettiest panties, and bras, smooth stockings and lovely floaty girly dresses. i ask Mistress if i can choose which clothes i wear and sometimes Mistress allows me to pick out my favourites. i am the luckiest girl to have such a wonderful Mistress.

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".