Corner Time

You never know when an unannounced guest or close friend will just pop in to say hello.  It could be just after, or God forbid, while in the middle of receiving one of your disciplinary paddlings.  It's humbling enough if it's while your doing your "corner time."  

 

Hopefully you can hold back your tears, be quiet, and if you're in another room no one might ever know.

This hasn't happened to me as of yet.  The spankings and other disciplinary measures I've experienced in the presence of friends and Mistress' lover weren't necessarily a surprise to them.  They were all "in the know" so to speak.

Some were planned and others spontaneous.  The spontaneous ones are always more painful.

Love,

sissy terrie 💕 

My Love of Petticoats

I love to see pictures of petticoats.

Even if it's just a glimpse...

 ...or a whole lot more!

 I hope they make a comeback in a very big way!

Love,

sissy terrie 💕💕💕 

 

Blue Mondays

 Friends and former neighbors from back east sent us a text this morning with a picture of their snow-filled driveway, complete with a piled of plowed snow at the entrance.

"It's going to be a dreary blue Monday here" they wrote.

Let me offer you a different kind of blue Monday, one with sissies and those of us who love feminine finery in mind:

A pretty blue bra, with jus the right amount of pink... 

 

 

 

 A pretty blue babydoll with lovely white lace trim....

 

 

A pretty baby blue romper - perfect for Mistress' to show off their sissy cuckolds to friends... 

 

 

And finally, some lovely rumba panties for particularly windy days.... 

Stay tuned for a new Monday theme next week thanks to my sissy sister Laci's suggestion!

Love,

sissy terrie 💙💙💙 

Her Favorite Toy

My unsuccessful Super Bowl wager is already two weeks (14 days) old, leaving at least another 44 days until my next orgasm.

It goes without saying that Mistress is under no such restraint when it comes to Her own sexual satisfaction.   Whether Her Lover Karl is around or absent doesn't matter.  I am always available to provide Her relief and/or satisfaction in my own way and She has other options.

When She makes use of those options, it's a double denial of sorts for me.  I don't get to orgasm myself and even worse, I don't get the pleasure of of serving Her orally.  The latter is a true gift which I am always grateful for.

But sometimes I am given permission to at least watch.  Locked in my cage, positioned properly a step or two away from "the scene", sometimes even tethered our bound in some way I assume the role of a voyeur, feeling my level of excitement increase with Her own, only to be prevented from reaching the promised land. 

And for whatever reason, when I am reduced to spectator status, my views are somehow always obstructed in some way, either by mine or her own positioning, or some other obstacle in the way.  

Last night when Mistress decided She was in need of an orgasm, She chose the self-gratification option and had me get Her favorite toy all charged up.  Call it Her "old reliable" Magic Wand, I'm still tasked with plugging it in and getting it ready for Her.  If She's in a hurry and it's not fully charged, there's always an extension chord.

I was positioned at the foot of the bed, fully anticipating a nice view of Her privates as She massaged them with the humming and buzzing vibrator when She disappointingly "turned things around" on me. 

She sensed my disappointment and smiled.

"Can't I at least see a bit more?" I pleaded.

"Oh come on.  Stop it.  I know you love watch, not matter how much or how little you see" She laughed.

She teased me a bit as She pleasured Herself.  Asking me if I was jealous of Her Magic Wand and if I would like to feel it buzzing on my cage.  There were other questions, the answers to most of them being "Yes Mistress."

She took Her time, an indication that the Magic Wand was indeed Her favorite toy.  And Her orgasm, though perhaps not thunderous, was clearly a powerful and enjoyable one.

When it was over, She invited up onto the bed.  My hopes that I would get to minister to Her juicy folds after the orgasm were quickly dashed. 

"Here you go" She said.  "Clean it like you would Karl's cock."

The big bulbous head of the wand was put to my lips and I did as I was told.  I licked it clean, tasting and sucking up whatever juices remained on the rubber toy that She held to my mouth.  Playfully, She turned the vibrating head on a few times to remind me of what She'd just experienced and what I was missing.

Whether it be Her Lover's cock or Her favorite toy, I clean them like a good cuckold.

Love,

sissy terrie 👅👄👅 

My Girdles

"I think you should wear a girdle tonight" Diane said rather nonchalantly.   

The fact that She'd said while walking away and was already in the other room before I had a chance to respond indicated that it wasn't really a suggestion.  I would wear a girdle to dinner at some friends house. 

Though my very first fascinations with feminine things had to do with panties, it didn't take long for girdles and bras to find their way into my field of dreams.  Much later, the joys of being laced into a corset became part of my life and as such, I've always loved the feeling of shapewear.  There's something intoxicating about actively pursuing a path to create a more flattering and feminine appearance.

I also find vintage or old fashioned ads about girdles or lingerie incredibly fascinating and arousing.   Though the print size makes the description of the product, the "Little X Hideway" hard to read, when you do see the words, you might see why they make sissies like me flushed with blushing femininity!

Dinner that night went fine.  No one suspected I was "girdled", much less wearing a chastity cage.  But the combination of the two provided me with a constant reminder of my submission and femininity.  It also reminded me of who called the shots in our relationship.

Love,

sissy terrie 💗 

 

Sissy Cuck

I've always enjoyed the creativity of the artists who put together these fantasy magazine covers with titillating titles of articles that might appear in them.  If only they were real and I could subscribe.

I've featured a few of these over the years.  You can check them out here - Sissy Magazines.

This particular magazine cover caught my eye for obvious reasons, but especially because of the "If you find this issue, your wife is cucking you." caption.

I sometimes get free trial issues of magazines based upon some organizations I may belong to, my professional life, charitable causes I support, etc.  

Just imagine if you were to receive this particular magazine in the mail (okay, in "plain brown wrapper") as means to inform you that you were a cuckold.

The senders/publishers do a great job of making your wife's and her lover's desires known to you. 

They don't beat around the bush.  They want to feminize you.

I suppose there are worse ways of finding out your wife is cuckolding you.

Love,

sissy terrie 💓 

The Dominant BBW

As a submissive in a long time Wife Led Marriage, my beta personality is well understood by my Loving Wife & Mistress.   She knows all the right buttons to push to either get the what She wants or to evoke whatever response from me She desires.   This comes from many years of perfecting these skills.  She pushes these "buttons" in a variety of ways; both by the things She does or doesn't do, what She says or doesn't say, by the look She gives me or the way She ignores me....the list could go on and on.

Some women have a knack for making their submissives feel a certain way; inept, inferior, embarrassed, humiliated, awestruck, etc.

This Big Beautiful Woman makes me feel small...

Some women know how to use their size to their advantage.

She strikes me as such a woman.

love,

sissy terrie 💓