"Come here babygirl."
"Come here baby girl."
They might sound the same but when She uses it as one word, it has the sound of love, affection and intimacy.
Two words? Not so much. She's usually upset because of my childish behavior.
It usually means corner time or some other discipline that comes with attire that She thinks is more in line with my immaturity.
The more childish my behavior, the more babyish the panties.
Love,
sissy terrie 💝
Though my research isn't exactly scientifically sound and my data set isn't statistically reliable I have strong evidence that suggests that the prettier and more feminine the nighty is you wear to bed, the more likely you are to have sexy sissy dreams.
Just as an example, this pink and pretty babydoll that features a very prominent sissy bow and big bold polka dots would almost guarantee such a dream for me.
Several other sissy gurlfriends of mine have the same theory.
Anyone think otherwise?
Love,
sissy terrie 💓
I was told I had to wear a specific pair of panties today - brand, style and color. I wear panties 24/7/365 so it's more than routine by now. But there's an added level of submission and eroticism to having the decision of what you're going to wear taken away from you. Further the panties I'll be wearing are part of a 3-pack that Diane surprised me with last week.
The panties I have to wear today are fawn colored "Perfectly Yours Ravissant Panties" from Vanity Fair. They're affectionately known as "granny panties" by many of us in the CD community and this may come as a surprise to some of you but the are THE MOST popular panties worn by feminine men and crossdressers.
After taking down the bed this morning to change the sheets (my regular Friday chore as Diane's sissy wife) i laid out 3 pairs of the panties on the bed to share a picture with you...
Love,
sissy terrie 👄
Can you guess what Angelina's going to be wearing today?
Good luck gurlfriend 👄👄👄
You can take a peek at Angelina's very sensual Tumblr blog here.
sissy terrie 💘
Just thinking about what the perfect "sissy closet" would look like....
Maybe one with my name stenciled on pink hangers?
Or one large enough that I could have a hanger for every single bra and panty I owned?
It would have a section full of dresses, all in different shades of pretty pastels!
And let's not forget a section exclusively for my babydoll pajamas.
And finally, I'd have a corner dedicated to vintage nightgowns and peignoir sets.
I think it's time to start looking for a bigger house, or maybe converting one of the guest bedrooms into a beautiful walk-in lingerie closet/heaven!
What would you want your closet to look like? Share a picture with me please?
Love,
sissy terrie 💋
By definition you really can't improve on perfection. But in reality, something is only perfect until something better comes along. So in the end, we really aren't capable of identifying perfection.
But humor me for a moment...please?
Aren't these panties just perfectly "sissy?"
I would love a pair like these. Maybe several pair. In every sissy color i could think of. I'd fall in love with them....until the next perfectly sissy panty came along!
love,
sissy terrie 💖
"Here you go baby. Just for you."
Her panties hung flimsily on Her foot. Her lover was in the shower while She lay there satisfied after this morning's lovemaking.
I took the panties and brought them into the lingerie hamper in the walk-in-closet off the master bath, just a few feet away from where Karl was showering. I don't think he heard me.
"Would you like some coffee?" I asked Her when I returned to the bedroom.
"Yes, that would be nice. And one for Karl" She said. "You're so sweet."
I wondered about what aroused me the most. Was it seeing Her laying there incredibly satisfied by a real man? The dampness of the panties I'd just handled? The menial service I was providing? The humiliation of it all? It's hard to discern just exactly what is the most exciting, but I know that I love Her more than I ever have.
Love,
sissy terrie 💓💓💓
The hardest part about wearing panties this pretty is resisting the urge to show them off to everyone!
i love pink.
i love bows.
i love lace.
i love pretty floral patterns.
This panty has them all.
And if your Mistress' lover is around your "urge"to show them off will likely be satisfied.
She'll make you show them to him.
love,
sissy terrie 💘
"You look so domestic in your apron" Diane said to me last night as I finished putting dinner on the table last night. The apron, bubble gum pink with white polka dots and a few ruffles around the hem, is actually my favorite and I wear it often enough.
"It makes you look very domestic" she said. "By the way, Karl will be joining us for dinner Saturday night." It's already a given that I will be doing the cooking and serving but before I could ask Her what I should prepare for dinner She left all that up to me. "You know what we both like but try and surprise us." She said.
It will be the second weekend in a row that Karl comes over. I didn't specifically ask Diane if Karl would be spending the night because that's also a given. After about a month without seeing each other they seem committed to making up for lost time. Logistics for the weekend made up a good portion of our dinner conversation.
"Maybe you can wear something sexy while serving Saturday night. Something different than you usually would wear" She suggested. "Something more revealing." It was silly of me to say "let me think about it" because I should know She already had something in mind.
"I have an idea" She said moments later. "How about a cute bra and panty set with a garter belt, stockings and heels?" I looked at her with raised eyebrows and just waited. Sure enough, She'd already decided. "Yes, that's what I want. Just that. Nothing else. It's supposed to be cold and rainy Saturday night anyway. You won't be using the outdoor grill so you won't get cold."
It's very thoughtful of her to take the weather into consideration. It was also thoughtful of Her to touch on a fantasy I've shared with Her in the past but one, despite being a sissy cuckold for several years, I haven't quite fully lived out yet. Its one of those fantasies that comes with some anxiety despite the familiarity of the parties who are involved. Karl has seen me in various stages of dress and nudity but preparing and serving dinner in such an outfit would be a first.
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I just hope they're not disappointed in my culinary skills.
Love,
sissy terrie 💗
How would you like reading something like this in your inbox first thing in the morning???
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My sexy friend Angelina has a thing for stockings. I can't blame her. Who doesn't love the feel of those nylons encasing our smooth legs? And, don't even mention the warm feelings of femininity you get when you slide them on....phew!
While Angelina's focus often seems to be on hosiery I want you to know that like many of us gurls she's also very partial to pink...
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| Angelina - Fallen Naughty Gurl |
Love,
sissy terrie 👄
Doesn't every sissy deserve a few (or more) extra feminine dresses for those special occasions? Maybe your Mistress wants you to meet Her lover for the first time, or a group of Her friends or you have a date you want to impress.
Here's one very sissy suggestion.
Introducing The Polka Dot Flirt Dress from Selkie!!!
Zou Bisous bisous! Kick off those buckle pumps and dance the night away in your tights. This new addition is made for rolling across carpets and flirting with strangers. Featuring felted baby polka dots, an empire waist and puff sleeves, a little backless number to have you putting on winged eyeliner and arranging zoom parties by the dozen. Anyone in for a game of Twister ?
It's definitely time to go dress shopping!!!
Love,
sissy terrie 👄👄👄
Cross dressers have been fantasizing about being dressed as a bride for ages. One thing I find fascinating is that most all of the cd's I talk with are more interested in some of the wedding gowns from the 50's and 60's than they are than those in style now. And even the wedding gowns of today that pique our interest have a "vintage style" to them.
Many of us also love to look at covers of older bridal magazines. They usually feature a beautiful bride in a splendid wedding dress and always have titles that bring out very girly feeling in us and stoke more fantasies!
Love,
sissy terrie 👄
When you're the youngest child in a family, particularly a large one, there's a good chance you're going to have to wear hand-me-downs. And you usually do it with at least some mild resistance.
I was the youngest in a family of three kids with two older sisters. Unfortunately I was never "made" to wear hand-me-downs, instead sneaking into their lingerie drawers and other places to secretly wear their things.
However, I still fantasize about being made to wear their hand-me-downs.
Love,
sissy terrie 💟
I wore a rather sissy-looking dress last night in the presence of Diane's lover Karl. They hadn't been together in several weeks so it was kind of a special occasion for both of them. Though I've been made to dress this way in front of Karl before it still evokes feelings of humiliation and embarrassment. Coupled with having to serve them in various ways it made for an anxious but erotic evening.
Today's picture comes courtesy of a reader who wishes to remain anonymous. They sent it to me a couple of weeks ago but I thought today was a good day to post it.
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| JB Hopkins art |
I hope to post more of his art in the future.
Love,
sissy terrie 👄
Over the years I've had a number of professional makeovers. Some were just so special and more memorable than others and only a couple not worth the money I spent. But I'll remember my first dressing session that included a makeover as the most special of all.
"Florence" owned a dress shop that along with catering to women of all ages, offered discreet dressing and makeover sessions for crossdressers. I was only 22 at the the time and in my first year of graduate school in large city. Florence's shop was about an hour's drive out of the city. I'd seen her ad in a free weekly newspaper and decided to call her.
My anxiety was obviously apparent but Florence immediately told me to relax. I visited her three times for dressing sessions before I went for a full makeover. It was the first of several with Florence and each time she always made me feel special and understood. We had a very special intimacy.
At Florence's dress shop I got to wear many pretty things, but what brought me the most joy was the process of getting ready.
Florence taught me plenty about lots of girly things (fashion, makeup, etc) but more than anything, she taught me how important it is to be kind and understanding to other people.
Love,
sissy terrie 💗
I'm feeling a little blue today and my panties probably reflect my mood.
But these blue ruffled panties made of soft silk with a dainty white mesh are going to cheer me up rather quickly. I may even have to change panties as my mood improves.
Are you kidding me? No way. I'm in these panties and some pretty pearls all day as I work from home. Found these on Etsy for $30. Well worth the price!
Love,
sissy terrie 💙
Today is International Male Chastity Day and as I reflected on my own chastity and what I would share with my readers today I realized that this I'm on my seventh year in chastity. That's right, I've celebrated seven of these days while locked! My chastity anniversary is January 1, 2015 and admittedly, the first couple of years I had no idea January 14th was such a special day for those of us who are enjoying the confines of various cages.
I've been through several devices before settling on the Holy Trainer (in "baby pink") no less...
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| A Gurly Space for the Feminine Male -Terrie |
And the folks over at Holy Trainer have been great to deal with. They're celebrating today with a special invitation form:
Commit yourself to this initiative and invite your partner to participate in the day of male chastity. Send your spouse an invitation card and information on the purpose of the day and indicate, by sending this invitation, that you wish to participate in your own way to the "International Male Chastity Day".
Go ahead and invite someone here.
My gurlfriend Angelina is also locked today. Hidden behind her pretty pink panties is what looks like a CB-6000 with a plastic numbered lock.
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| Fallen Naughty Girl - Angelina |
I used to love those numbered locks. I'm a little disappointed that they don't fit on my Holy Trainer :(
There are a wide range of benefits to being in chastity and it evokes different emotions in each of us. I'd love to devote some time here in the future on that very subject with some input from readers. But for now let me leave you with one thing that Angelina and me love about being locked.
It forces us to sit to pee. Just like real girls.
Love,
sissy terrie 💖
I have so much admiration for my gurlfriend Angelina.
She's not going to let anything like her job get in the way of her love of stockings...
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"It's hard to explain just how much I enjoy wearing stockings and heels and how fem I feel when I do" she tells me.
Anyone else have similar feelings?
Love,
sissy terrie 👄
Couple of thoughts as we approach hump day...
Are we all this confident in our femininity? Should we be? I hope to write more about this in the future.
I've been told my lingerie drawers (particularly my panty drawer) is too messy. Of course She's right, but it could also be an indication I might be getting some new panties very soon.
Thanks to the folks at Her Room for this last pic. It's a great place to shop for all types of lingerie and they've very CD friendly.
Love,
sissy terrie 👄
Happy Monday everyone. Getting caught up on lots of things today including some always fulfilling duties. It's not easy being the lady of the house.
So in the interest of time, today's post is very brief and features what at first glance one might think it is dress but more than likely a romper.
I really love rompers and hope to feature them more on the blog in the future. Even the sound of "romper" sounds so feminine, soft and sissy. Why is that? Please tell me, that wasn't meant as a rhetorical question!
love,
sissy terrie 💓
After finding his older sisters' panties in his underwear drawer for the third time, Terry's mom decided it was time to do something about it. Terrie was sent away to "Auntie Helga's Petticoat Academy" immediately after his senior year of high school.
Friends, relatives and neighbors asked why he wasn't going off to college. All his mom would say that a year of prep school would help him mature some. Auntie Helga referred to it as a post grad or "pg" year for the boys when discussing it in public. Everyone knew what the "pg" stood for - at the end of that year of prep school, all the boys graduated as "petticoat girls."
Terrie graduated with the class of 2000.
Terrie's mom felt the pg year had mixed results, though she couldn't argue with the fact that her "son's" behavior improved tremendously.
Terrie on the other hand, felt the year was very worthwhile, even transformative.
Love,
sissy terrie 👄
Good morning everyone!
And I do mean everyone, gurls and girls as well as bois and boys! All are welcome here.
It's Saturday, so I'm turning The Sissy Bedtime Reader over to Nancy, with her erotically charged story of chastity of a different kind...
Love you all
sissy terrie 💝
👄👄👄👄👄👄👄👄👄👄👄👄👄👄👄👄👄👄
When I returned home from shopping, I expected Kelly to at least greet me and offer me some reassurance. I could have used it after leaving Madeline’s Intimate Apparel counter with her parting comment ringing in my ears, “I’m sure Kelly will be much happier with … things under control.”Instead, I found this note on the kitchen counter: “Cut all the tags off your panties and your control garments. Arrange them neatly on the bed. I have Zoom calls. Don’t disturb. Talk later to review your rules.”
The door to the home office was closed. I heard voices. Crap! I had work to do, too, and my laptop was in there. Oh well. I got a scissors and went into the bedroom. The top dresser drawer where I kept my boxers was pulled halfway open. I peered inside. Empty. Oh oh!
I cut off the tags from the dozen panties, three girdle briefs, and two high-waisted shapers, dumped everything in a pile, and slumped onto the bed to wait, unable to shake images of Madeline and her gorgeous assistant from my mind. Somehow, Madeline’s buxom bosom came into my mind each time I closed my eyes and her words that “no woman would want” a man with a problem with control. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew I was startled by Kelly’s voice.
Kelly: “I asked you to arrange your new things nicely.” Her tone was stern, irritated.“You will learn not only to do what I say when I say it, but how to take appropriate care of feminine things.” She stood at the foot of the bed, hands on her hips. “Naked. Now. Everything off.”
Me: (Hesitating) “Kelly, I, …”
Kelly: “Not a discussion. Now!” She picked up a pair of the Vanity Fair panties, pink. “These will do for starters.” She unzipped her jeans, slid them down and stepped out of them, slipped her top off over her head, exposing the animal print bra and panty set that she knew gave me fits. She gave me a dismissive look, went to her side of the bed, pulled back the covers, laid back, and watched me.
Me: “Do I have to? Really, Kelly, panties?” I saw in her eyes that she meant business. I didn’t ask again, grabbeda pink pair from the pile, andsat on the end of the bed to put them on.
Kelly:“Stand,I want to see…”
Me: I jumped up, fingering the fabric of the panties … so … silky, shiny. Such a bright pink … so, so … girly! My hands trembled. I lifted one foot and stepped into them, the wide white gusset between the bright pink panels…. I lifted my other foot. My penis tingled, began to grow. I wanted to stop it but couldn’t. I slid them up as quickly as I could, let them hang loose, baggy below my navel, hoped she didn’t notice my erection. … She did.
Kelly: “That will never do. Get over here.” When I was standing by her bedside, she grabbed the waist band and yanked them up, pulled them up as far as they would go, the silky nylon caressed my penis and caused an unsolicited twitching. I looked down to see it entirely outlined in pink. She pointed, laughed. “Don’t pretend you don’t like these, Tom. Your penis does not lie.”
Me: (Of course she was right, but now she saw proof, rock hard proof!) I had jerked off wearing her panties before, but this was different. These were mine; I had bought them for me, bought them with Madeline’s help … and Kelly knew that of course. “It’s just, it’s, I’m thinking of you in your bra and panties…”
Kelly:Her eyes flashing with anger. “Another lie, Tom, and you want to tell me that your little penis just hates being inside those pretty pink panties?” She leaned across the bed, picked up one of the high-waisted girdles, a piece of “heavy armor” as Madeline had called them. “You will pay a price for lying, Tom.” She handed me the white garment. “This is what you will wear while you service me, and I finish telling you about your rules.”
Me: Chagrined, frightened, and full of regret for my foolishness, felt my erection shrivel in shame as I struggled to pull on the tight girdle.
Kelly: “Point your little wee-wee down before you pull the girdle up over your panties. That way if you swell again while you are worshiping me you will not have an accident.”
Me: Once I finally got everything situated to her satisfaction and she directed me between her legs. I reveled in her marvelous feminine scent. She put her hand on the back of my head and pulled me into her, head my nose in her crotch for several moments.
Kelly: “Before you take off my panties and begin to worship, I want to remind you of something, Tom, your penis is worthless to me. It is small and unable to bring me to orgasm. You are a premature ejaculator. Many men would love to fuck me. Do not take me for granted.”
Me: “I, I, ah…”
Kelly: “Not a word, not one! If you speak, you are out of my bed. You will acknowledge your acceptance of my rules with enthusiastic use of your tongue. Now remove my panties and assume your position of worship.
“Rule One: No more male underwear. You will wear only panties of my or Madeline’s choosing.” (I licked her pussy to show that I understood.)
“Rule Two: My scent must be earned, not stolen. You are not to touch my soiled panties without my permission.” (I lapped my acknowledgement)
“Three: Absolutely No Wanking: There will be twice daily honesty reports and I will evaluate how long it takes you to get hard at those times.”(I licked vigorously to show that I understood.
“Four: You will wear a girdle whenever you worship my pussy to avoid any accidents. If you have been a good boy, followed the rules, worn your panties without complaint, I will consider when to allow you to have your little messes in your panties. (I licked and lapped as enthusiastically as I could.)
“Now continue eating me until I am completely satisfied. Tonight is all about me. You have taken way too many liberties with that childish masturbation of your selfish penis. You will learn to stay under control in your girdles so that you properly maintain focus on me.”
Me:I did as I was told, focused on worshiping her pussy like she deserved, totally engulfed by her scent, filled with the taste of her, secure in the knowledge that she was right to take control. I needed her, was so lucky to have her. Maybe if I was a good husband, she would let me have an “accident” in my panties.
On some days I feel more "sissy" than others. I can feel it as soon as I wake up.
Other days I might feel more "wifey" than anything else.
I think some of you know what I mean.
Today I got the sissy urge about an hour ago, so I "made the change" into these.
Love,
sissy terrie 💗
This pretty little outfit isn't going to do the same thing to many of you as it does to me. The extraordinary elements of femininity it contains might make it just too girly or sissy for some.
Wearing this alone in my room or maybe with a sissy girlfriend or two I'd be smiling from ear to ear!
Both situations have their benefits.
Love,
sissy terrie 💜
I like to refer to the 50's and 60's as the golden age of femininity. I really wish I could have experienced it first hand. Fortunately with sites like Pinterest, Tumblr and others, those of us who are fond of femininity can do so vicariously through the many girls and gurls of that time.
I came upon this picture of the beautiful Elizabeth Taylor. I remember watching her in the movie "Cleopatra" and becoming mesmerized by her eyes. I wasn't nearly as thrilled by what she wore as Cleopatra as I was by her in this gorgeous pink when she played Ruth Wiley in "Elephant Walk.
The scene depicts Mrs. Wiley lonely and neglected by her husband John who remains dominated by his late father's influence even after the man's death.
When I see the photo, I cast myself as the lonely but temporarily content sissy, dominated by the lust for his big sister's pretty things, enjoying himself behind closed doors.
Love,
sissy terrie 👄
Just a few things to warm you up on a chilly January day...
Pretty babydoll pajamas
A very sissy bra and panty set...
Sissy rhumba panties...
And some sexy girly kisses...
Love,
sissy terrie 👄👄👄👄👄
One of my long distance gurlfriends gets to work from home most days due to the COVID-19 pandemic and has really made the most of a difficult situation.
On days when there no video meeting scheduled, she makes sure she gets dressed as gurly as possible from head to toe!
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| Fallen Naughty Girl |
I'm simply in love with those heels, those stockings, those....
Angelina can be so naughty at times!
Love,
sissy terrie 👄
Here's something to do while you're lounging in your favorite pajamas and slippers this morning and enjoying your second (or third) cup of java. Why not take a "style quiz" and find out what your style is?
The folks over at Adore Me have put together a short but fun series of questions that will help you find pretty things that fit your style.
Here's a link where you can Take Your Style Quiz
Have fun!
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sissy terrie 💕
Happy Saturday everyone!
Who doesn't love shopping for panties and other pretty things? It sure is fun, but what if you went shopping and someone else picked out everything for you?
Maybe it wouldn't be that much fun. Or maybe, just maybe....it might be.
You're going to love Part 4 of Nancy's "A Different Kind of Chastity." I certainly did. Good thing I was locked in my Holy Trainer!
Enjoy....
love
sissy terrie 💋
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Kelly was right. Her panties were tight on me. The lace was scratchy in overly sensitive places, and I was reminded of her with every step. “Help me focus,” she’d said. But I couldn’t help but be distracted by the numerousmulti-colored panties, bras, girdles, and babydolls teasing me from the racks as I snaked my way through the aisles of the Intimate Apparel department at JC Penney. Geez. There were even half-naked mannequins in sexy bra and panty sets.
Was I the only guy in the entire store? And where was this Madeline? Luckily, there was no line at the checkout counter.The woman standing behind the counter was drop-dead gorgeous! I hoped to god that wasn’t Madeline. I could feel my heart fluttering as I approached. Forty-something, brunette, stylishly dressed in a white blouse, black pencil skirt. When I got to the counter, I saw she was wearing calf-high black stiletto boots. I didn’t know if I could get the words out…
“M,Madeline. I, I’m supposed to ask for Madeline. M,my wife called.”
She smiled, looked me up and down, picked up a phone from the counter, dialed a few digits, stared at me for a few seconds while she waited for someone to pick up. I looked away, glanced behind me. A woman stood there holding two bras on plastic hangers. “Madeline, that husband is here,” she said into the receiver, a smirk on her lips. “Step aside. Wait here. She’ll be right out.”
After a few moments,a smartly dressed blonde women in her sixties approached. She was tall, especially in her heels, nearly as tall as me. My eyes were immediately drawn to her large breasts highlighted by the white lace shell she wore under a tailored teal blazer with matching skirt.
Madeline: (grinning) “Tom?” I nodded. She motioned me away from the counter, looked me in the eyes. “I had a lovely conversation with Kelly. She told me you’re having trouble with control?”
Me: Embarrassed at the obvious question in her tone, not sure if I was expected to answer. I looked away, at the floor. Suddenly I felt the scratchy lace of Kelly’s lace panties. Oh no! My dang penis was trying to grow. “I, ah, I’m not sure what she told you. She told me you’d have a list.”
Madeline: “I do. She was very frank with me, which I
appreciated.” She touched my arm. “I see that you are incredibly nervous. I understand
that, but this isn’t my first rodeo. I’ve been selling women’s foundations for
over twenty-five years. You’re not the first man…” She lowered her voice
slightly and leaned closer. I could smell her perfume. Was it Black Optum?
“Kelly explained a little about the control problem. I understand.”She smiled,
and I felt my penis shrinking, “No woman would want that.” She turned and I followed her through the maze of
racks of panties and bras, her heels clicking against the tile floor, Kelly’s
lace panties riding up the crack of my ass.
She stopped in front of a wall display, referred to a small piece of paper in her hand. “Let’s see, according to the size she told me, we’re going to need XL. She said three in the brief style, two high-waisted with zippers and long legs, medium to firm control .” She removed a white garment from a “Maidenform” display and held it just under my waist. “What do you think? Comes in nude or black as well, but Kelly said absolutely no black for you.”
Me: Glancing around quickly to see if anyone might be close enough to hear, spotting two women in the next aisle. I couldn’t tell whether they were paying attention. “I, ah, white is okay,” I said as quietly as I could.
Madeline: Thrusting it towards me, and making no effort to be discreet, “Hold this one and speak up. Did you say you prefer white or nude?” She reached for another brief. “This one is pretty, has lace trim, and comes in pink. Let’s take one of these for sure.”
Me: Leaning close so she would hear me, in a near whisper, “Could you just choose for me, whatever you think would be best?”
Madeline: Smiling, “Well, I am partial to Maidenform when it comes to briefs. And I think it is best that you have variety … the spice of life, don’t you think? So, we’ll get one with lace, one in pink, and the white one you have there. It is extra firm, so that should work for you as far as the control issue she said you were having.”
Me: She was talking so loudly. Was it on purpose? The women in the aisle nearby were definitely listening. I could see them out of the corner of my eye, hear some hushed conversation, some giggling. I wanted to say something, protest, but how could I?
Madeline: “Now for the heavy armor,” she said, “The high-waisted girdles are over here. You know women don’t wear them as much as the old days, with Spanx and all, but I still think they do a good job, and for what Kelly explained you need … well …” She smiled sympathetically.
Me: I followed along, allowed her to select two garments. She handed me everything. I was relieved, believed we were done. Where were those two women?
Madeline: “We’re almost done,” she said, “Just need to get your panties.”
Me: “Panties?” I asked, incredulous.
Madeline: “Oh yes, Kelly and I both agreed. You must wear panties under these girdles. Plus, she told me that you’ve been getting into hers. Is that right?”
Me: “I, ah, I, ah”
Me: I reluctantly reached out and touched it. My hand
was shaking. I saw the two women
watching just steps behind us.
Madeline: “We’ll get six of these, and since Kelly said you’ll be wearing panties every day, we’ll get six of the Lace Nouveau because they have the same silky feel but also have these cute little lace panels on the legs…”
To be continued…
So long 2020....
...And welcome 2021!
Special thanks to laci for her beautiful artwork!!!
Just a reminder, tomorrow's post is Part 5 of Nancy's "A Different Kind of Chastity"..you won't want to miss it!
xoxox
love,
sissy terrie 💜
