Monday, 8 December 2014

What to do in the afternoon

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

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.......

i feel so sissy wearing this.....

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. 

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.

Lipstick lessons

Madam always demands that my lipstick is perfect - just like her own.

Friday, 14 March 2014

OOHH so pretty and pink|

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!

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!