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, 10 November 2014
Monday, 14 July 2014
Tuesday, 13 May 2014
Thursday, 8 May 2014
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!
Thursday, 24 April 2014
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
“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.
Saturday, 5 April 2014
"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
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
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.