These type panties are often referred to as "shapewear."
Like most sissies, i prefer the term "control" briefs.
i suppose it's just more reflective of our true needs and in my case, circumstances.
I am and always will be, under Her control.
We both love it that way.
Love,
sissy terrie 👄
They're full cut, have a few frills, some lace with a pretty pink bow.
And yes, they're very babyish.
"Very appropriate" She says.
She won't tell me where she got them.
Love,
sissy terrie 💙
Many CD's enjoy wearing thongs and their partners like seeing them
that way. But even if you're slightly endowed, there aren't many thongs
that effectively hide our penises, clitties or "sissy bumps."
Full cut panties are best for hiding those parts that reveal our
"maleness" and they don't always have to look like "granny panties."
Here's a very pretty fuller cut panty that would make any of us feel more feminine!
Wouldn't you agree?
love,
sissy terrie 👄
I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas. While finding some panties stuffed into my Christmas stocking every year, Mistress never ceases to surprise me with some that just make my heart flutter!
I also want to apologize for messing up the setting for folks leaving comments. I found several that were awaiting moderation, which was never my intent. It should be fixed now. Let me know if I deserve a spanking or something similar.
Today's post is Part 4 of Nancy's "A Different Kind of Chastity" and this one made my heart skip a beat when I got to the end. Even made me a little green with envy...enjoy!
love,
sissy terrie 💓
I slept well after that release. It was one thing to jerk off, but playing with myself while sniffing Kelly's panties was nothing compared to a prolong session of pussy worship. I woke up with the scent of her lingering on my face. I looked over at her and loved her even more. Could I desire her and fer her at the same time?
I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her, put on my robe and slippers and stepped quietly out of the bedroom to begin my workday in my home office. The pandemic had us both working from home. Lost in a flurry of details, I didn't hear her come into my office mid-morning.
Kelly: "I have some Zoom calls. Important calls, but before they start, we need to discuss a few things." Even though we were working form home, she was dressed in a business suit, heels, stockings, black skirt and a teal silk blouse.
Me: "Okay."
Kelly: "Take off the robe. Drop the boxers."
Me: I really did not think she had been entirely serious yesterday, thought maybe she was just teasing me, but she looked dead serious today. I dropped the robe to the floor and stepped out of the boxers. Kelly sat on the sofa holding the black lace panties she'd worn yesterday.
Kelly: (handing me the panties) "Sniff them. Smell me."
Me: Of course I did it, and of course I could not stop my cock from growing which she of course noted.
Kelly: (Laughing). "You are so easy. If only I had realized this earlier in our marriage. How things would have need different." he gestured for me to return her panties to her. "Okay, Rule One, starting today we have separate clothes hampers and you are not to touch my soiled panties, stockings or bras without my permission. Smelling my scent will be a reward, not something you steal. Understand?"
Me: "Yes. Sorry Kelly."
Kelly: "Rule Two: No masturbation. I have been doing some research about how wives manage this with their husbands. Did you know that there are a number of devices out there to lock up penises so men can play with themselves?"
Me: (Suddenly incredibly nervous) "Yes, I did know that, but I don't think.."
Kelly: "I really don't care what you think, and we may need to go that route in the future, but we are going to start with an honor system. This is how it will work. Twice a day, each morning and evening, you will stand before me naked as the day you were born. I will conduct a short interview. You know that I can tell when you are lying."
Me: I put a hand up, "But Kelly..."
Kelly: "But nothing, You've been selfish for too long. If you have any hope of ever tasting my pussy again or being allowed access to my panties, you will do just as I say." She wanted for me to nod acknowledgement. "I will reward your compliance with treats. Maybe a pair of my soiled panties on your pillow, or a session of supervised masturbation, perhaps a taste of pussy - we'll see - but your wanton, wasteful, selfish ejaculations are done. Done forever. I will decide when or if you spurt."
Me: "Yes, Kelly. I am sorry, but..."
Kelly: She put a finger to her lips. "This isn't a discussion, Tom. You've demonstrated that you can't control your penis. I'm taking control of it." She reached out and gave it a disdainful swat. "One more thing. I have spoken to the manager of the intimate apparel department at the JC Penney store at the mall. She is expecting you at 11:00 a.m. Her name is Madeline."
Me: "Kelly, please really? Can't you go yourself? What am I supposed to get?"
Kelly: "I've given Madeline the list. Turns out she has quite a bit of experience helping men." She handed me the panties she'd worn yesterday. "Since you love my panties so much, I want you to wear these to the mall. They'll be a bit tight, but that will keep you focused."
To be continued...
Wouldn't it be nice if Christmas trees and other decorations had a pink hue to them?
Photo and caption are courtesy of laci, my blog's artistic director :)
And my gift to you is this wonderful list of online lingerie boutiques courtesy of Cora, The Lingerie Addict:
Aerie - American Eagle Outfitter's line of lingerie & swimwear geared towards teens and young adults
Agent Provocateur - Luxury lingerie, swimwear, & hosiery
Amazon - Large online marketplace of lingerie, sleepwear, swimwear, & shapewear
Anthropologie - Casually styled intimates, loungewear, & sleepwear
Anya Lust - A curated luxury experience featuring the industry's most brilliant designers
ASOS - Large selection of lingerie from basics to luxury
Between the Sheets - Independent and sustainably produced lingerie, loungewear, & legwear
Bloomingdale's - Lingerie (with an emphasis on everyday basics) & swimwear
Christine Lingerie - The world-famous Vancouver-based designer specializing in silk lingerie
Dark Garden - This iconic corsetiere also has two shops for in-person fittings in San Francisco and NOLA
Dottie's Delights - Get your pin-up fix with this Nashville designer specializing in all things retro!
Evgenia - This California designer works in the dreamiest silks and laces
Figleaves - Large selection of lingerie & swimwear (including maternity/nursing & mastectomy)
HerRoom - Every major lingerie brand in the world, with bra band sizes up to 58 and cup sizes up to N
Jane's Vanity - A Pacific Northwest staple offering a beautifully curated collection of luxury lingerie
Kiss Me Deadly - Independent designer of vintage inspired lingerie & shapewear
Lane Bryant (Cacique) - Plus size lingerie, shapewear, nightwear, & swimwear
Myla - This recently resurrected icon offers luxury with a fresh approach and a new look
Nordstrom - Intimate apparel, sleepwear, shapewear & swimwear
Nordstrom Rack - Nordstrom brands at up to 70% off
The Outnet - Discount designer lingerie, sleepwear, and swimwear
Playful Promises - Quirky, flirty, a little bit dirty and a little bit editorial, this UK lingerie company is a TLA fave
Secrets in Lace - Vintage inspired lingerie, slips, shapewear, & stockings
Soma - Lingerie (emphasis on everyday), sleepwear, loungewear & swimwear
Target - For basics, shapewear, hosiery, and everything in between, Target has you covered
Yandy - This retailer famous for Halloween costumes carries a wide range of inexpensive, sexy lingerie
Happy shopping!
And before i sign off for the day....another lovely laci creation...
Love,
sissy terrie 👄
I'm way behind on my Christmas shopping. And the shipping industry is way behind in delivering packages in time for Christmas.
I'm not sure if the lingerie I bought Diane will arrive in time.
That means I'll have to do some "in-person" shopping for those naughty undies She likes to wear for Her Lover Karl.
No one needs a reason or a season to be feminine in appearance, but I think most of us try to dress a little more festive as Christmas gets closer. I remember when wearing ties to work was more or less mandatory in my profession, I would try to make sure my panties would match my Christmas ties. If my peers and patients only knew!
With only a handful of days left before the big day, let's enjoy and celebrate just how wellChristmas and femininity go together!
Let's kick off the week with this extra girly Christmas romper...
It comes in green also if you're envious.
Love,
sissy terrie 💋
It's Saturday morning of Christmas week and I hope those of you in the Northeast are digging out for the heavy snowfall. Having spent most of our lives living and working there, both of us miss the beauty of a fresh snowfall around Christmas, but don't miss all the inconvenience and work it brings with it.
Today we feature the third part of my sissy sister Nancy's lovely story. Nancy's wife Kelly deals with the "masturbation problem" and takes matters into her own hands....
Enjoy!
Love,
sissy terrie 👄
She knew me so well. She knew that both my eyes and my cock were like a barometer for the truth, like lie detectors. I couldn’t lie to her without her knowing, not when she could see or feel the response of my penis. I stood by the bed waiting, knowing only that she told me that we were going to have “a little talk” about my “masturbation problem” and my “selfishness.” I was naked and my penis had shriveled as though it wanted to hide from her. I heard the toilet flush, stood up straight, clasped my hands in front of me in a foolish effort at modesty, and waited – surprisingly nervous even though I’d known her for over thirty years.
She entered the bedroom wearing only the black camisole she had on earlier. No panties. She ignored me as she got into bed and arranged several pillows against the headboard. I couldn’t help but notice that, in one hand, she held the pink Wand massager I’d gotten her for an anniversary gift a few years ago. We’d played with it a few times – then I thought it was discarded into a bedside stand drawer. She flipped the switch on the Wand, clenched it between her legs, and reached for my flaccid penis. She held it firmly with her right hand as she sat back against the pillows.
Kelly: “Would it surprise you to learn that you are not the only one around here that masturbates?”
Me: (I could feel my cock growing in her hand.) “Yes. I didn’t think…”
Kelly: “You didn’t think I finished myself after you left me wanting all those nights? After you selfishly shot your load when I had hardly gotten started –after you rolled over and started snoring?”
Me: “Kelly, I, …” She took her hand from my penis and squeezed my balls. Hard! “Ouch!”
Kelly: “I am not looking for excuses. I want honest answers, and I want obedience.” She put her hand back on my cock, stroked it a few times. “Look me in the eyes. Stay focused. Answer my questions. How often have you been jerking yourself off?”
Me: I wanted to look away, wanted to pretend it was less, but I knew she would know if I didn’t tell the truth…. “Mostly every day. Some days twice.” She didn’t flinch at the answer, held my cock firmly, gave it a squeeze.
Kelly: “So naughty. So little control, such a little boy.” She shook her head, pursed her lips. “And sniffing my panties, taking them from the hamper? Every time?”
Me: “Usually, yes.”
Kelly: “The other times?”
Me: I was so embarrassed I could hardly speak. She grabbed my balls again and squeezed. I answered but couldn’t look at her when I said it. “There have been a few times, just a few, that I did it into one of your bras.”
Kelly: “My, my, this is worse than I thought.” She gave my cock a few more strokes and I thought I was going to cum. “One more question and then you are going to suck me off, would you say that it is fair to say that you are addicted to the scent of my pussy.”
Me: “Without a doubt.”
Kelly: She shut off the Wand and set it aside. “Get between my legs and show me.”
Me: I hurried into position and enthusiastically began. All of my senses were filled with her. I was surrounded with pussy. I was in heaven. She began to taunt me. “Put your tongue as deep as you can get it because, remember, your tiny penis will never, ever, ever, again enter me.” I felt it start, tried to stop it. “Such a pathetic pussy-whipped masturbator with a tiny penis that isn’t capable of fucking women.” My groin bucked, my penis convulsed, and I had an accident. We both knew immediately what happened.
Kelly: yelling. “You are so selfish. That’s it. I was trying to be nice.” She sat up, pushed me aside and pointed at the large wet spot on the sheet. “Yuck. Start licking this up while I take care of things myself.” She reached for the Wand. “Tomorrow we start your new set of rules.”
Ashamed, I did as she commanded, and with the taste of my own semen in my mouth I knew that she had tricked me into demonstrating (again) how inadequate I was. I listened to the whirr of her Wand, to her moaning, and eventually to her crying out in an ecstasy that she gave herself.
To be continued....
With seven days of shopping left before Christmas there's plenty of time to buy some pretty lingerie for that special someone in your life or maybe even gift yourself something dainty and delicate. But buying lingerie can be a little more complicated for some of us. Today's post comes courtesy of Cora Harrington who publishes a lovely website called the Lingerie Addict. It's worth a visit...see the link below.
Enjoy....
For many of us, the world of lingerie is magical and exciting and empowering. However, it can also be overwhelming. There are so many terms to learn, so much information to know. What exactly does full bust mean? Is it the same as plus size? What about words like luxury? Or handmade? And how does all of this apply to you?
Allow me to pull back the curtain for you! Here's is your quick introduction to seven commonly used lingerie terms, so you'll be better able to find the lingerie that's perfect for you. And if you're looking for reviews or shopping guides, just click the button for each section to read our blog posts from the TLA Archives.
Full bust refers to a cup size of DD or above. That DD mark is what's called a "size break," when the pattern and construction of a bra needs to change to support the weight of a heavier bust moving forward. You'll notice that bras for full busts often have features like thicker straps, sturdier fabrics, side slings, and more rigid wires.
Plus size refers to bra band sizes of 38 or above. Although some
plus size bra manufacturers also make 34 or 36 bands, that 38 or 40 band
mark is when a bra is usually considered plus size. Plus size bras
often feature wider bands, wider straps, and bra cups that are cut to
the proportions of a wider body.
If full bust refers to DD+ cups and plus size refers to 38+ bands,
then core size refers to band and cup sizes that fall into the "core"
or most commonly available group, roughly equating to 32-36 band sizes
and B-D cups. Another way to think of core sizes is that they come after small bust (A, AA, AAA cups) and small band (26, 28, 30) sizes but before full bust and plus size. In other words, they're at the center of the size range.
Off The Rack
An off-the-rack or ready to wear garment is one that's premade (or
able to be pulled off the rack) in a company's standard size range.
This is the model of purchasing clothing most of us are most familiar
with. While inconsistencies between brands are a common complaint in
ready to wear sizing, those inconsistencies are what allow us to buy any
off-the-rack clothing at all. If every company made their garments to a
single, standardized chart, most of us would have to purchase custom.
Custom/Made To Order
A custom or made-to-order garment is one that's been individually made for you, usually in a regularly available style according to your measurements. Sometimes, a garment is completely custom and one-of-a-kind, in which case words like "bespoke" or "couture" may be used instead. Custom or Made-to-Order garments will almost always be more expensive than their equivalent off-the-rack counterparts.
All lingerie (with the exception of knit items, like hosiery) is handmade. Whether is a $5 pair of knickers or a $500 bra, human hands sat down to sew it. When the word "handmade" is used in marketing however, it's usually as a way to refer to small, indie designers. That is, one pair of hands made the garment from start to finish (as opposed to the multiple people used on a factory production line).
Luxury is a word that gets used a lot...to the point where it's almost lost its meaning. From my perspective, luxury lingerie uses only the finest fabrics, the most refined sewing techniques, has a remarkable or unique aesthetic, and is often made in small, limited edition batches. Exceptional quality in every respect, from your first encounter with the brand to the last, is the mark of true luxury.
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Happy lingerie shopping!
love,
sissy terrie 💖
Words matter right? For many CD's the word "sissy" carries so many negative connotations and vibes it makes them cringe. Others might actually derive various forms of pleasure at the mere mention of it.
This post isn't intended for the former group who enjoy more traditional feminine attire and lingerie.
If you fall into the latter, then I hope you enjoy this particular panty.
The word "sissy: can be used both as a noun and an adjective.
So your English quiz for the day is to identify where the word sissy is used as a noun and as an adjective in the following sentence...
"The sissy is wearing a very babyish and sissy panty!"
Good luck!
Love,
sissy terrie
I woke feeling the strain in my pink Holy Trainer chastity device. True, I wake up that way most mornings. Any male who is kept locked in chastity can attest to that. So my condition wasn't all that unusual. But the dream was one of my more memorable ones.
I don't remember most dreams like I did this one. There was lots of lovely details in this one. But what made it most remarkable was that it was actually a dream within a dream. When I woke up (for real) I was temporarily in a state of confusion, unsure if I was in another place and time, or still in what would have been a third dream.
In this particular dream I found myself in a large room full of wedding gowns. I was literally surrounded by them. They hung in this huge circular room while I stood in the middle of the room wearing one.
"I think this is the one for you" some faceless lady said to me as she worked on the hem. "Your bridesmaids are going to love it." I just stood there smiling looking towards the entrance to the room as if waiting for the bridesmaids to come in. "So will your Wife Diane" the woman added.
The gown and the upcoming "wedding celebration" was an anniversary gift from my Dominant Wife Diane. It would be a coming out party of sorts, complete with some sissy friends as bridesmaids and some of our closest friends, many who had long suspected who "wore the pants in our house."
I loved the dress I was wearing but wanted to keep trying on some of the hundreds of dresses that circled the room.
"Can I stay longer?" I asked the woman.
"No, Diane is picking you up in a little while and I have to finish getting the dress ready for alterations" the woman said. "Now be still..."
Just then I felt a firm hand on my shoulder. "Wake up honey. Today's our anniversary" Diane was saying. "We have a busy day ahead. Your bridesmaids will be over in a couple of hours."
I woke up as Diane moved away from the bed. Like I do every morning, I made my way to the bathroom where I pulled down the panties of my babydoll pajamas and sat to pee. Just then, the alarm went off.
Still in bed, Diane already off to work, I wondered what in the world had happened. One big bridal dream wrapped around a smaller one.
All I know is I could have shopped there all day. In my dream every one of those beautiful bridal gowns fit perfectly.
But it was time to get up and I really had to pee, sitting down like a girl.
Love,
sissy terrie
Note: If you're interested is seeing some beautiful bridal gowns take a moment to visit Yvonne's Wedding Plan Tumblr site!
Today's post comes courtesy of a contributor who insists on remaining anonymous. So I'll just call her "Tinkebelle" like the maid in her cute and erotic story. She promised me a follow up so keep your fingers crossed. The story does leave us kind of wondering.....I hope you enjoy.
"It's going to be a very small party. Just women from my book club." Florence told Tinkerbelle who was mincing about the home in heels in a french maids uniform doing housework. "I just thought it would be something you'd enjoy. It's a good fit for some of the fantasies you've shared with me."
Tinkerbelle was filled with angst and even horror at the thought. The 21 year old college junior had been secretly visiting Florence for nearly two years now, availing himself of the mature woman's service to crossdressers. Florence liked the handsome, polite and even cute young man and began affectionately calling him "Tinkerbelle." Eventually, she invited Tinkebelle to her home so that she could dress in her favorite maids uniform and actully do housework for Florence.
"I'm just scared of being outed. Absolutely no one knows abut this side of me. I just can't risk it" she told Florence. "I hope you understand."
"Of course I do. The likelihood of you knowing any of them is very small. You're not even from around here and you've already told me you're going to grad school thousands of miles away from here" Florence countered.
Florence was right Tinkerbelle thought to herself as she went about dusting the den. But the risk was too high. Nevertheless, in spite of the horror of being discovered, Tinkerbelle felt the physical arousal in the white ruffle panties under her short skirt. Before she could say anything Florence broke the uncomfortable silence.
"I'm also a bit disappointed that you don't seem to think my makeovers would be a sufficient disguise for you. Are they not good enough?" Florence asked Tinkerbelle.
"Of course they are. They're beautiful" Tinkerbelle answered in shame. She never wanted to upset Florence. Though there was no sex exchanged between the two, there did an exist an intimacy that was difficult to describe. Not exactly like a mother and son (or daughter) but something close. Tinkerbelle did have a crush on Florence but tried her best to keep that a secret as well.
"Well then think about it. We have some time. The party isn't for another two weeks" Florence stated rather coldly. "I have some lingerie in the hamper that needs handwashing. I don't want you to forget this time."
"Yes Ma'am" Tinkerbelle answered as she finished dusting and made her way to Florence's bedroom closet where she kept a hamper for the lingerie that needed washing.
To be continued.
Sure these are sexy.
Maybe they're not even technically "panties." A g-string or thong?
Or perhaps they fall into a subset of the panty family?
They're really only capable of hiding only the tiniest of sissy clitties, and even then only if it is perfectly "tucked."
I do love that garter though.
love,
sissy terri
Happy Sunday :). Found the following on the Tumblr site "I Want to be a 50's Wife" along with the accompanying artwork by Jamie Vesta on the "Eve's Rib" blog, the latter which has been dormant for the last few years.
Both touch on a subject that many of us either fantasize about or participate in to some extent in our own relationships or marriages. I'm talking about taking on the role of an obedient and submissive wife. Diane regularly refers to me as Her hubwife and i do take responsibility for as much of the domestic duties here as I can. It's an expression of my femininity, obedience as well as a manifestation of how Her control extends well beyond the bedroom.
I've made a few edits shown in Bold Red to adapt it to sissy wives married to Dominant Women.
📌 Home cooked meals are a necessity. If you are a homemaker you should not be ordering food in or picking up take-out.
📌 Your Wife’s career goals are now your goals as well. You may have to put your own career aspirations on the back burner until your children are in school full time or no longer living in the house.
📌 Your Wife has the final say in household/familial issues and your obedience is key.
📌 Always respond “yes” or “okay” when your Wife asks something of you. This displays respect.
📌 Your tone will either foster communication or set it back; in essence your tone sets the tempo of the relationship. Be cognizant of the manner in which you speak to your Wife. Aggressive and nagging speech can negatively affect your marriage.
📌 Your Wife should always be sexually satiated…if She is not it is up to you to reevaluate how you can better please Her. Your pleasure should be derived from pleasing Her.
📌 A disorganized home breeds chaos and unrest. Always do your best to clean the house as best you can.
Hope you enjoyed. The artwork is fitting in some respects, though the Woman's overly masculine appearance isn't something that fits our own marriage. But who knows what gender stereotypes will look like in the future? Will they be blended so much that either sex might adapt styles and roles that today seem almost exclusively reserved for a specific gender?
Love,
sissy terrie 👄
Last Saturday I posted a the first part of my sissy friend Nancy's story about her own chastity journey. Over the next several Saturdays, you'll get a chance to read a new segment until it reaches its beautiful "climax." Try not to be naughty gurls and touch yourselves while reading it ok? I know it's hard but we can do it if we try.
Love,
sissy terrie 💗
Part II - A Different Kind of Chastity
She put her wine glass down and dropped her finger from the side of her black lace panties so that the thin fabric slipped back over her pussy. I could see the dark outline of her special place through her panties. I wanted her, wanted to smell her, taste her. I felt her looking at me, watching. She scooted forward on the chair, opened her legs wide, put both of her hands on the back of my head, and pulled my head into her.
Kelly: “Breathe. Smell me. Imagine how wonderful it would be to be allowed to put your penis inside me.”
Surrounded by her powerful scent, my pants still down at my knees, I inhaled deeply, and reached for my cock. Immediately, I felt her hands on my hair and she jerked my head back.
Kelly: “Hands off. Did I tell you that you could play with it?”
Me: (Startled) “No, I, ah…”
Kelly: “You’ve taken far too many liberties with that thing of yours for too long. Selfish liberties. You asked what you could do for me? You want to have more sex?
Me: “Yes, I…
She
put a finger to her lips. “Shh!” She hitched up her skirt, reached under it,
slid off her panties and glared at me.
Kelly: “Stand up.” When I complied, she handed me her panties. “I know what you’ve been doing with my panties from the hamper, so don’t try to tell me you haven’t.” She opened her legs exposing her pussy. My eyes immediately focused there. “Look me in the eyes, not at my cunt,” she demanded, “And I want the truth. I found a pair of my soiled panties in your jeans pocket, and I know you’ve been rummaging through the laundry. I want you to show me what you’ve been doing.”
I held her panties in my hand, tried hard to look her in the eyes.
Kelly: “Come on,” she commanded, “Show me what nasty shameful things you do with my panties when I’m not around.”
I slowly raised them to my face, opened the waist band and slipped them over my head with the gusset on my nose. Ashamed, I closed my eyes.
Kelly: “Look at me.” Amused, she shook her head, smiled. “Then I supposed you jerk off. Do you get another pair to pleasure yourself?”
I looked away. She was right. I’d been doing it for some time, had gotten careless.
Me: “Y-y-yes.”
Kelly: “Is this how a husband should behave? Going around behind his wife’s back sniffing her panties and masturbating like a teenager?”
Me: “I, I…”
Kelly: “Take those panties off your head. You look ridiculous. Kneel and get in front of my pussy. You may look, not touch.”
I did as she asked, quick as I could, my entire body trembled. My cock was rock hard and twitching. Her pussy was glistening wet. She spread her lips with her fingers.
Kelly: “Things are going to change. No more masturbating. None! And your little penis will NEVER enter me again. Never.” She paused to let that sink in, inserted a finger deep inside as if to demonstrate what I would be losing.“It is obvious that you can not control your penis. From this day forward I am taking control of it. I know you love my pussy, so I shall teach you to be a world class pussy eater. And since you seem to have such a thing for my panties, we are going to have to do something about that as well. Now, get in the bedroom and wait for me by the side of the bed. I will be in shortly. We need to have a little discussion about your penis and this masturbation habit of yours."
To be continued....
My fondness for babydolls knows no bounds. I'm always on the lookout for pictures of pretty babydolls that span decades and decades of feminine fashions. Fortunately I have a gurlfriend on Tumblr who knows just how much I love them and shares babydoll pajama photos she thinks I'll like. Well, I love everything she sends my way.
Here's a shout out to my dear friend Fallen Naughty Gurl. Stop by and check out her very sensually feminine Tumblr blog!
Today's Frilly Friday post features a very girly babydoll pajama that isn't overloaded with ruffles or frills but has plenty to bring out that feminine feeling we're all looking for.
They just make you want to touch yourself!
Before I sign off today I also want to let you know that my friend Nancy will be back with Part 2 of her story "A Different Kind of Chastity," If you haven't read it already, here's a link to Part 1.
Love,
sissy terrie 👄
She wasn't supposed to be home until well after 4. It was only 2:15. I never heard her car pull into the driveway. Nor did I hear her enter the house or walk upstairs. Her summer internship at the newspaper had begun the week before. She was working in the newsroom for the evening edition, shadowing one reporter or another, some copy editors and doing different things. She was in her junior year in college and wanted to be a journalist. Frustrated with her switching majors and having a bit too much fun in her first two years, my parents had laid down the law and told my big sister to get serious. It seemed to have worked. She was really into this newspaper gig.
That was fine with me. Still too young to work but old enough to be home alone at times, these summer afternoons provided me an opportunity to engage in my favorite pastime - dressing as a girl. With two older sisters, there were of plenty of things to wear around the house. It was always a question of timing. This particular two weeks found my other sister away at some honors program at a high falutin' prep school, studying Greek Mythology or something similar. My own days were spent with some baseball in the morning and pretty bras in the afternoon.
I was like a kid in a candy store. After showering I would go through their things, decide on some bra and panties to wear and start all over again. The bras, panties, slips, stockings and thing put me into my own little world of femininity. But this particular afternoon that world seemed to crumble when I heard my oldest sister gasp...
"What the.......?" she shrieked. "What are you doing?"
There I stood in front of lingerie drawer in bra and panties. She was hysterical, shouting, screaming and even crying. What was I supposed to do. I tried to explain I was just goofing around and immediately apologized and took the things off and ran into my room. I was screwed. When I finally came out I saw that she had done the same. The door to her room was closed.
"Please" I said standing outside the door. "I am so sorry. I'll do anything. Please don't say anything to anyone." I stood there for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, she opened the door. She could tell I'd been crying and must have sensed how bad I felt and how scared I was.
"We need to talk" She said. "But first there's something I need to know. How long have you been doing this?"
And so we talked. For a very long time.
Love,
sissy terrie 👄
We all have the comfy underwear in our panty drawers. Maybe you have a Victoria Secret stash or a Hanes pile from Target. Get outside your comfort zone and start using those ‘date night’ panties everyday. Better, yet, pick up one of these five pair of panties to create a unique boutique in your own bedroom.
Instead of the basic black or simple nude panties, make sure you have an animal print. It will work with those black and nude bras you have, yet adds more pizazz. Having a brief in your drawer is great for those comfort days or if you like more coverage. But there is nothing Mama-like with this print that glams them up.
I hate to break it to you, but you should have a thong in your panty drawer. If you are wearing tight pants or leggings when you aren’t covering your butt with an oversized shirt or sweater, we can see your panty lines and that is not cool. But spice up the basic thong with a find like this. Uber sexy. Whip it out for date night too. {Wink.}
Instead of basic panty or thong, opt for a girly take on boxers. This is cute under a pair of yoga pants on a Saturday. Grab the matching bra for a super sweet PJ set.
Boyshorts are another must-have staple in your panty stash. Up the hot factor by grabbing a lace pair. These are gorgeous.
Lastly, these aren’t your grandmother’s bloomers. They aren’t your average panty staple, which is all the more reason it should be in your lingerie drawer. With the sheer fabric, there is nothing old fashion about these!
Find which style works for you, and then have a couple of extra styles from which to choose to keep your undergarments varied. Even if you stick to hi-cut or boyshorts on a daily basis, try to find great colors, interesting fabrics to have a unique boutique of panties everyday! And check out my other lingerie favorites and bra favorites!
