The "Carole" Panty

Here's a little piece of flash fiction for this Friday....

It was just another Friday afternoon with an early exit from the office.  Nathan was looking forward to getting home, relaxing and watching his alma mater who'd made it to the "Sweet 16."  He'd skipped the trip to Washington DC to see them play because of an important work meeting.  Rising stars in the company didn't miss these types of meetings.  He was on the fast track and didn't want to do anything that would slow down that speed.  

As he pulled into the driveway he noticed a couple of Amazon packages at the front door.  After getting into the house, he got them and saw one of them addressed to Sarah and one to him.  He didn't remember ordering anything and Sarah's was probably just another pair of shoes.  

When Nathan opened the small package, a padded enveloped weighing next to nothing, and pulled out something pink and soft wrapped in translucent vellum, his heart stopped.

 

 

Nathan’s hands trembled as he stared at the pink soft full cut panties in his palms—a delicate, pastel masterpiece of a panty with a big bold flower embroidered on the front panel.  He'd heard of the "Carole" brand before, popular with some of the cd's and sissies he chatted with, but now he was seeing it in the flesh.  The panty felt like a second skin. 

 

It was terrifying enough to get a panty delivered to your home that you didn't order, but the note was worse:

 

"I know you are going to look so cute in these. I want you wear them to work on Monday. See you then Nancy...xox"

 

The mention of

Monday and Nancy turned his rising career in finance into a ticking time bomb.  Someone knew, or at best, assumed his work schedule.  His sissy chat friends were the only ones who knew about his desired "femme." name.  He didn't think it was a coincidence.   Could someone have figured this out?  

 

He mentally sprinted through his office. Had he left a browser tab open? No, he was meticulous. Had someone traced his IP from the forums? He’d used a VPN, or at least he thought he had. Besides, he had rarely used any office computers or laptops to do any of his personal browsing, must less chats.  All of that had been done on his phone or personal Macbook.  Or so he thought...had he messed up somehow?

 

He thought of the "admirers" he’d messaged; they were faceless icons, yet one of them now had his home address and his professional schedule.  

 

The sound of his wife’s car in the driveway snapped him back to reality. Heart hammering against his ribs, he shoved the lace and the note into the back of his desk drawer, buried under a stack of tax returns.

 

When Samantha walked in, she found him standing in the kitchen, pale and unmoving. "You okay?" she asked, dropping her keys. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

 

"Just a long week," he managed to say, his mind already spiraling. Monday was forty-eight hours away. Was the sender a malicious harasser, or a colleague playing a high-stakes game of cat and mouse? He realized with a jolt of terror that by Monday morning, he wouldn't just be choosing a suit; he’d be choosing whether to obey the note or wait for the floor to fall out from under him.

 

"C'mon, the games about to start" Samantha said heading into the den to turn on the television. 

To be continued.

 

Love,

 

sissy terrie 💗

 

I hope you enjoyed this little piece.  I hope to continue the story soon....xox 

Piece of Cake

Some days everything just falls into place.  You know the kind of days I mean.  They don't happen very often.

On those days you just feel like saying "Who says you can't have your cake and eat it too?"

Happy Thick Thursday!

love,

 

sissy terrie 💗💗💗 

 

p.s.  I just celebrated a birthday.  It was nothing like this though.  The cake (a sheet cake) was a bit bigger and the ass was smaller also.  I enjoyed both just the same.   

Safe Sex - 99.99% Of The Time

Mistress has been trying to get me pregnant for years.

As a sissy, I'm so thankful She hasn't given up!

Love,

sissy terrie 👄👄👄 

Two Panties Are Always Better Than One

All things being equal, which they rarely are, when faced with the freedom to choose my daily panty from a wide variety of colors, I'm most likely to choose pink.  Of course the style, cut and other aspects of the panty might make me choose otherwise.

However we all need a change once and awhile and given that, I'm almost always going to fall back on a soft baby blue panty as a second choice.   

 I wonder how other sissies feel?

Love,

sissy terrie 💗💙 

Mature Authority

Artificially created Mature Dominant Women often portray a personality that demands respect and obedience.  Lack of same could result in some disciplinary measures.  If you're into that type of thing, then less power to you.  Just don't screw up on purpose.   This Madame looks like she wouldn't take to kindly to your games. She's probably never even entertained the thought of a "safe word."

But there's more then one way for a woman to project her authority.  Some can be convincing without tight black leather outfits or visible implements used to inflict punishment or pain and get the obedience and control they want more subtle and even loving ways.  I think this woman gets what she wants when she wants it.

I'd obey either.  I'm used to doing what I'm told.  But the second woman, she somehow instills the fear of Goddess in me without nothing but Herself!

love,

sissy terrie 💗 

A Night WIth Her Lover

It didn't come to fruition until yesterday morning when Diane received a call from Her Lover Karl that he'd be coming back from some time away earlier than usual.  Early as in just several hours.   Though his flight was delayed a bit, instead of going to his place, the Uber driver brought him here, we he and Diane spent the night together.

In the hierarchy of of Wife Led Marriages that involve a "Bull", the cuckold is nearly always the one whose plans have to change.  A quiet night with just Mistress and me immediately became  anight of submissive servitude for me and deep sexual intimacy for the two of them.

"It's been awhile for all of us" Diane said.  "Would you like to watch?"  I wasn't exactly disappointed, but I had some hope that maybe, just maybe, my orgasm drought might have come to an end this weekend.  Now with Karl's arrival, that hope was lessening.  But I didn't want to rain on Diane's parade and show any selfishness.   Maybe she actually wanted her sissy cuckold to watch.  "Yes.  I would.  It has been awhile."

"Good, why don't you go get the bed ready and lay out a sexy nightie for me to wear.  You choose.  You know what Karl likes" She said.   So I obeyed.  

A little while later, I knelt at the foot of the bed after performing the required fluffing for the two of them, I watched Her mount Karl, ever so sexily.  Just like magic, his cock disappeared.

She was right.  It had been a long time.  They proceeded with their lovemaking as if I wasn't there, or at least that is what I thought.   But maybe, I added to the excitement for them.   

After both were quite satisfied, I was called to finish my cuckold duties, enjoying the remnants of their lovemaking and in the process, bringing my Wife to another orgasm.

For this I was thanked profusely.   I left the two lovers to spend the rest of the night together in their the marital bed.

Love,

sissy terrie 💓 

Fantasy Friday

A couple of sissy fantasies for you to mull over on this first Friday of March Madness.

Guess I'm not the only sissy who played sports in high school... 

 

 

 

Just imagining getting caught in Mom's little black dress.  The punishment?  Forced to take the money and go buy one of my own! 

How about getting sent up to your sissy bedroom again?  Only to discover something very pretty waiting for you there...

Love,

sissy terrie 💗