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.