tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21970033865164247802024-03-18T12:58:24.171-07:00sissy sarah jayneSarahJaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654897616405398628noreply@blogger.comBlogger225125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197003386516424780.post-83952491039687855972018-09-07T07:39:00.002-07:002018-09-07T07:39:34.148-07:00Little girl clothes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"Now then young lady there is no need to pout and stamp your foot. Do you want to go over my knee?"<br />
"i'm sorry Madam but i'm tired of wearing little girl clothes. Just look at it"<br />
"It is very pretty and charming".<br />
"But why do i need to wear clothes for little girls. Can't i wear a dress that is more my age?"<br />
Madam smiled.SarahJaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654897616405398628noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197003386516424780.post-89021240440253393462018-07-09T09:04:00.001-07:002018-07-09T09:06:52.757-07:00Please stop<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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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'.SarahJaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654897616405398628noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197003386516424780.post-41842212613495077212017-12-19T08:41:00.000-08:002017-12-19T08:42:17.398-08:00Pretty things<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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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.SarahJaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654897616405398628noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197003386516424780.post-60753293713364247272017-08-16T07:31:00.003-07:002017-08-16T07:31:24.790-07:00Must have panties<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />SarahJaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654897616405398628noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197003386516424780.post-63176800765008949722017-06-23T07:08:00.002-07:002017-06-23T07:08:56.135-07:00Resistance<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.</span>SarahJaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654897616405398628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197003386516424780.post-80436765983339000142017-06-12T08:18:00.001-07:002017-06-12T08:18:16.606-07:00Please allow me to wear a skirt<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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".</span>SarahJaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654897616405398628noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197003386516424780.post-22138393344449793002017-06-06T08:53:00.002-07:002017-06-06T08:53:15.411-07:00My pink dream<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />SarahJaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654897616405398628noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197003386516424780.post-77659924410277942692017-06-05T03:16:00.002-07:002017-06-05T03:16:45.387-07:00Milk me and dress me please!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />SarahJaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654897616405398628noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197003386516424780.post-72069646235211435512017-06-02T05:31:00.000-07:002017-06-02T05:31:00.170-07:00A present for Daddy (all wrapped up in a pink ribbon)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />SarahJaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654897616405398628noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197003386516424780.post-29484318207311238302016-12-01T07:33:00.004-08:002016-12-01T07:36:05.794-08:00i can't remember<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "syntax lt";">i don’t remember the
time when i wore boys underwear. i love to wear pretty lingerie and i only wear
panties, bras, and slips and lovely stockings.
My favourites are all pink and lacy.
When Madam buys me a present of new lingerie i get very excited. i am so grateful to have all these pretty
things.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "syntax lt";">i can’t remember a
time when Madam wasn’t in charge. Madam
tells me that i was once a boy, but i just can’t remember. Madam now tells me what I should do and how i
should do it. i am so grateful to Madam
for her help and advice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "syntax lt";">i can’t remember a
time when Madam didn’t milk me. Every
Monday, Wednesday and Friday, she takes my sissy clitty and whispers the most
marvellous things in my ear until i spurt.
Madam gives me a cuddle and calls me her sweet girl. Madam tells me i was once a boy and wasn’t
milked. i so enjoy milking with Madam
that I can’t imagine how I managed without it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "syntax lt";">i can’t remember a
time when Madam didn’t allow me to stay up late when Madam had her special
friends to stay. i know I should but i can’t
remember a time when i didn’t sit on Madam’s men friends lap, and they kissed
and squeezed me. I don’t know what I would
do if they didn’t kiss me goodnight and Madam would pat me on the panties and
say “now off to bed little one and sleep well”. Madam tells me that i once had sleepovers in
Madams bed when I was a boy, but i just can’t remember.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "syntax lt";">i am so happy to be
Madams sweet girl, but I wonder why I can’t remember how things used to
be. Perhaps it is my special pink girl
pills that make me forget. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
SarahJaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654897616405398628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197003386516424780.post-79055193064846303632016-11-25T07:39:00.003-08:002016-11-25T07:39:54.900-08:00My coming out dress?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Now honey, don't be afraid. No one will laugh. In fact they will just adore your pretty sissy coming out dress.SarahJaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654897616405398628noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197003386516424780.post-69381394108370176482016-09-19T04:59:00.002-07:002016-09-19T04:59:43.843-07:00First day at sissy school<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ma'am had kindly taken time off to accompany me on my first morning of sissy school and when i entered through the front door i just couldn't take my eyes off all the sissies milling around. There was one sissy i just couldn't take my eyes off. "You're staring", hissed Ma'am. The sissy turned round and looked at me. I had to say something. "Where did you get that simply lovely skirt...?" Ma'am smiled and whispered, "well done little one. You are going to fit in here very well."SarahJaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654897616405398628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197003386516424780.post-54483866380445582522016-07-28T04:25:00.002-07:002016-07-28T04:25:26.670-07:00Difficult to decide<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's so difficult getting up in the morning when you can't decide on which ones are your favourite panties. It takes ages trying them all on.SarahJaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654897616405398628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197003386516424780.post-83529293332756615762016-07-04T08:35:00.002-07:002016-07-04T08:35:23.187-07:00How gorgeous<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />SarahJaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654897616405398628noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197003386516424780.post-24509321039761272872016-07-04T06:08:00.001-07:002016-07-04T06:08:14.967-07:00At your service<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Madam likes me to on bathroom duty when she has guests round. Just in case I can be of service.SarahJaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654897616405398628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197003386516424780.post-53257930649481814522016-06-30T06:15:00.003-07:002016-06-30T06:15:39.602-07:00Please Sir don't stop<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It just wasn't fair. He was playing with my sissy clit and making me so close. Madam would spank my arse if i came in my panties again today. Yet wouldn't it be worth it? Suddenly he took his hand away and I wimpered. "Please, please Sir, don't take your hand away."SarahJaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654897616405398628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197003386516424780.post-78115677075815748722015-09-29T08:15:00.000-07:002015-09-29T08:15:04.120-07:00Short dresses and public transport<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I can admit it now. When Susie started dressing me up I used to protest. "No, not panties; I'm not that sort of boy." She used to laugh as she made me wear them round the house. Then she started making me wear bras, slips, stockings and suspenders. I just couldn't stand it and used to moan constantly. But Susie didn't take any notice and just kept buying me more clothes. Now I look forward to wearing something sweet and feminine, stockings, suspenders and a lovely white dress. I suspect I always did like it; I can't imagine now why I cried so much.SarahJaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654897616405398628noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197003386516424780.post-3741898836548349922015-02-23T09:29:00.001-08:002015-02-23T09:29:52.560-08:00No cheating!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"Sweetie, it wouldn't be fair on him. I have only just met him and I don't want to cheat on him, It wouldn't be fair"SarahJaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654897616405398628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197003386516424780.post-59846169958022283292014-12-08T08:38:00.001-08:002014-12-08T08:38:41.826-08:00What to do in the afternoon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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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.</div>
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<br />SarahJaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654897616405398628noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197003386516424780.post-15067802748146694932014-11-10T08:38:00.002-08:002014-11-10T08:38:42.624-08:00Don't look!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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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!SarahJaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654897616405398628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197003386516424780.post-38323422258486927622014-11-10T08:34:00.001-08:002014-11-10T08:35:00.206-08:00Checking your Sissy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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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.SarahJaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654897616405398628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197003386516424780.post-84232842396100616492014-07-14T08:55:00.003-07:002014-07-14T08:55:19.463-07:00What to do?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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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.......SarahJaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16654897616405398628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197003386516424780.post-49821690774938590842014-07-14T08:51:00.003-07:002014-07-14T08:51:50.635-07:00i feel so sissy wearing this.....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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