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...
How about getting sent up to your sissy bedroom again? Only to discover something very pretty waiting for you there...
Love,
sissy terrie 💗
I should have posted this a couple of days ago....sexiest leprechaun I've ever seen!
One of my BBW fantasies was always being made to serve as a houseboy for a dominant BBW, or maybe even two of them...
In my fantasies, the kitchen was a bit bigger, my diet somewhat different and my wardrobe would have been something more appropriate to my sissy houseboy role in comparison to this picture.
But you can't always get what you want!
love,
sissy terrie 👄👄👄
When I was younger I would have fantasies (I actually still have similar ones today) of being punished for being rude to my sisters or other girls by being forcibly made to wear girly things and then sent to my room which had been totally remodeled to be as feminine as possible.
I would "protest" and be "filled with shame" as I accepted the punishment.
Love,
sissy terrie 💗
The aroma of stale beer and cheap green dye hung heavy in the air of the fraternity house as Liam surveyed the chaotic scene. It was St. Patrick's Day, and the annual "Paddy's Pub Crawl" was about to commence. He adjusted his oversized shamrock sunglasses, a nervous flutter in his stomach. It wasn't the prospect of green beer that had him on edge, but the rather unorthodox attire beneath his jeans: a pair of cute emerald green panties.
It had started as a joke, a dare from his sister back home. "I sent you something to wear for St. Paddy's," she'd texted, along with a picture of the offending lingerie, "and send me a selfie." His older sister Kelly knew Liam's secret, she'd caught him more than once with her own panties. She'd teased him often, but never let anyone else know of his secret.
The package arrived on March 15th, two days before the pub crawl. Liam, ever the good-natured sibling, had agreed, foolishly thinking no one would ever know.
"Dude, you ready?" shouted Mark, barging into Liam's room, already sporting a ridiculous leprechaun hat. "We're heading to O'Malley's!"
Liam jumped, nearly tripping over a discarded pile of clothes. "Uh, yeah, almost!" he stammered, his face flushing. He quickly pulled on his favorite band t-shirt, hoping it would somehow distract from his secret.
They hit the streets, a boisterous group decked out in every shade of green imaginable. The pub crawl was a whirlwind of loud music, crowded bars, and increasingly questionable dance moves. Liam tried to stay in the middle of the pack, strategically avoiding any situation that might expose his festive undergarments.
The fatal moment arrived at their third stop, a particularly rowdy establishment called "The Lucky Clover." After an enthusiastic jig courtesy of a slightly inebriated Mark, a chain reaction of playful shoves sent Liam stumbling backward. He collided with a table, sending a tray of drinks flying. In the ensuing scramble to apologize and clean up, a sharp tug on his jeans pocket caused them to rip, revealing a flash of bright green underwear.
A stunned silence fell over the small group of his friends. Mark, eyes wide, pointed a trembling finger. "Liam... are those... panties?"
Liam froze, a mortified blush spreading from his neck to the tips of his ears. He looked around wildly, hoping for a distraction, an earthquake, anything. But there was only the expectant, bewildered faces of his closest friends.
"It's... it's for luck!" he blurted out, the lamest excuse he could muster.
A beat of silence, then a bellow of laughter erupted from Mark, quickly joined by the others. They laughed until tears streamed down their faces, high-fiving each other and pointing at Liam with unbridled amusement.
Liam, initially mortified, felt a strange lightness spread through him. He couldn't help but crack a smile. "Alright, alright, you caught me," he admitted, shrugging. "Happy St. Patrick's Day, I guess."
From then on, "The Lucky Pants" became an instant legend in their fraternity. And Liam, surprisingly, found himself not embarrassed, but rather proud of his vibrant, emerald green panties, a testament to a St. Patrick's Day he would never forget.
Happy St Patrick's Day everyone. Hope you're wearing something green!
Love,
sissy terrie 💚
A little piece of Mature Monday flash fiction...
"Don't worry, they can all keep a secret" the Mother-in-law said as she assured her sissy cuckold son-in-law. "Besides, look how long Janet has known about you and accepted you, and she hasn't said a word. What's it been, nearly three years now?"
The sissy nodded in agreement, but expanding that circle of friends with two more was a big leap of faith for him. He wasn't sure he could go through with it, but at the same time, didn't want to disappoint his Mother-in-law, with whom he'd enjoyed many intimate moments.
"Look, you have to trust me. You know I love you and I love showing you off. Do it for me" she said. Then surprisingly added "Tell you what, you won't have to wear. your chastity cage. They don't need to see that."
The sissy cuckold found some relief in that. His mother-in-law approached him and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. "Thank you" she said. The kiss coaxed a smile out of the sissy.
Shortly after the women arrived an hour or so later, the sissy was introduced in a pretty bra and panty set and some stockings. The women were welcoming and almost astonished at the "male" in front of them.
Perhaps not being kept in chastity wasn't as good an idea as it seemed a little while ago. The humiliation was bad enough being seen like this, but now the sissy wasn't able to hide his excitement as his little clitty grew in his panties.
The woman's eyes seemed fixated on his crotch and the little bulge there. He could feel it worsen and eventually knew that he had likely spotted his panties. The orgasm arrived just a few moments later.
A couple of the woman smiled, one put her hand over her mouth but "Mom" just got up and put her arms around her sissy son-in-law.
"It's okay honey" she said. "These things happen. It's all good."
Love,
sissy terrie 👄
I want to make my fiancé pussy-free. Yes, the arrangement is deliberately unequal, that’s the entire point. I want to remove all physical access to my body so he gains real clarity and stops wavering. No more post-orgasm negotiations, no more bargaining for affection, no more “maybe if…” conversations. I need him to move fully into devotion instead of constantly hovering on the edge of commitment.
Keeping him pussy-free is also the most direct way to reinforce the power structure we both say we want. My unambiguous dominance and his unambiguous submission. Physical denial draws a bright, permanent line. No more blurred boundaries, no more “sometimes lovers, sometimes cuckolds” confusion. He either lives in the reality of his place or he doesn’t.
This isn’t about cruelty for its own sake. It’s about consistency, structure, and finally moving past the cycle of enthusiasm, release, regret, and renegotiation. I want him clear-headed, devoted, and fully surrendered, not cycling through buyer’s remorse every time he comes.
Does anyone have any suggestions how I can bring this up to him?
sissy terrie 💔
I'm estimating that 95% or more of the people who read this blog are submissive males. Many of "us" have very similar thoughts, ideas, opinions, fantasies, etc. Sometimes it is nice to read about how the other 5% sees things.
Today's post is from a Dominant Woman who chose to have her husband wear "the ultimate wedding ring" - a chastity cage.
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One of my main goals when I took charge of the relationship was to find ways to increase the intimacy between my husband and I, and surprisingly, one of the largest contributors has been male chastity. When men think of intimacy, they naturally think of sex. For most guys, it's the same thing.
We've all been there, right ladies? When you're not in the mood for sex but you know he wants it. A cuddle, a few kisses and some loving touches would be nice, but you don't go there because it will encourage him to pester you for sex and at that moment you just want to be held.
So you keep him at arms length, and you both lose out on intimacy just so you can avoid having unwanted sex. You end up feeling a bit guilty for holding him off and he feels rejected. It just sucks for both of you.
Enter male chastity. Why lock up his cock? Well, while he's wearing it, it removes the pressure on you to have sex when you not in the mood for it yourself. By keeping him on a fairly rigid release schedule, he knows it isn't going to happen for him that day.
One of the amazing things about male chastity is it teaches him that while sex and intimacy can be intricately linked, they aren't necessarily the same thing. He learns that, most of the time, he doesn't need to put his penis into you to feel loved and wanted.
While he can't have penetrative sex, he will still crave other types of intimacy, and he learns that most of the time, cuddling, kissing, and touching can be enough for him to feel desired and validated, even though he remains horny.
For me persomally, once the pressure to have sex is removed, I find myself being intimate with him more often than ever before, as the reason to hold him off is eliminated. Funny thing is, random loving kisses and caresses will often put me in playful mood, while knowing things won't escalate any further than I want them to at the time.
Feeling his lust for me, tends to fuel my own desire, and I find myself teasing him to distraction while he is so helplessly locked up. Even though he is still locked in chastity and will remain so, he can't help but want to touch and caress me back, and I begin to welcome his advances.. In his lust fueled state, sexual attention in any form is better than none at all, and he concentrates on my pleasure, giving me a wonderful orgasm that I didn't think I even wanted initially.
Maybe that's why a lot of males who are locked in chastity in their relationships get addicted to it, never wanting to give it up. Even though they get less sexual relief, they get more of what they really need, intimacy, leaving them feeling more loved and content overall.
Hope you enjoyed!
love,
sissy terrie 💗
