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 💗

Lucky & Curvy Charms

 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 👄👄👄

Sissy "Punishments"

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. 

What do you think, is this bedroom "sissy" enough?

Love,

sissy terrie 💗 

A St. Patrick's Day to Remember

 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 💚

Serving Her Friends

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 👄