Happy New Year

I hope every submissive reader of this blog got to pop and enjoy some bubbly with their Mistress this evening..

 Here's to a joyful 2026 filled with loving FemDom and femininity for all!

love,

sissy terrie 

Another Year in Chastity

Tomorrow will mark the 11th anniversary of O/our (Diane and mine) commitment to a chastity lifestyle for me.  If we are being totally honest, I don't believe either one of us would have thought that we would remain faithful to it as long as we have.  I don't know exactly when the "turning point" was, we came to the conclusion that I will remain locked until it is no longer physically possible to do so.

Lots has happened in our lives since this journey began on 1/1/15.  Through it all, because of our mutual commitment this lifestyle, my chastity was almost an "afterthought", a part of our lives that didn't preoccupy us but was simply "always there."

All that being said, I want to share with you a post from Diane's now "silent" blog - To Love, Honor & Obey" - that I wrote on January 1, 2020.

Wednesday, January 1, 2020

 
2020 - Five Years in Chastity

 

 On January 1, 2015 we embarked on a commitment to a lifestyle of chastity for me.  It was a significant milestone in our Wife Led Marriage one that neither one of us took lightly.

We'd "toyed" with it in the past until Diane found it too high maintenance and tired of my whining.  My complaints of discomfort would lead to my being let out only to find me begging to be locked again.  It was all too much for Her.

"If we're going to do this again, I want you locked at least 50% of the time" She said towards the end of 2019.  I agreed, and so it began.   It was a special holiday for us. 

 

 

Within a couple of weeks I found myself locked more than that and decided to try sleeping in my CB-6000.  It was painful but I put up with it.  Soon, I was locked more than 75%, then 90%....and so it went.

Daily spreadsheets sent to Diane and eventually Her lover Karl documented my progress. 

It's been five years now and I'm proud to say that I am now locked basically full time.  I'm now over 99% since we started. 

We've gone through several cages and settled on my pink Holy Trainer and another stainless steel cage.  I've been discovered a few times while going through scanners at airports and raised a few eyebrows.  I get anxious about it but its worth it.  Most of the time I slip through without any extra attention; an indication that TSA has obviously seen this all before. 

At this point there's no turning back.  Long term chastity has caused penile atrophy and full erections are a thing of the distant past.  I orgasm once per month on average and often it's when I'm locked.  When I'm "out" my little "softies" make the orgasms feel very, very feminine.

Joyfully, I wouldn't have it any other way.

Happy New Year and may your 2020 be filled with many joys and blessings.

Love,

sissy terri

A special thank you to all of our loyal followers over the years, those who are just joining us and people who just stop by.  You've been special to both of us, particularly during more difficult times.  Diane will probably join me here on this blog over the next few months (trying to get her added as an 'author' is more difficult than I thought - I just can't seem to get it to work) and we wish you nothing but the best in 2026.

 

Love,

 

Ms Diane & sissy terrie  👄👄👄

For the Love of Girdles

I haven't ordered anything from Rago for a long time.  I get an email just about every day from them and to be honest, I often don't even look at it.  I should.  I've always loved the feeling and of a girdle not to mention the whole idea of why women wear them.  They've certainly lost their popularity from a fashion perspective, but I'm sure they will never lose their allure and feminine mystique.

I hope you enjoy this short clip.   This woman really seems to love her girdle... 

 ...and can you blame her?

Love,

sissy terrie 💝 

p.s. I'm trying a new font on my blog.  Let me know if you like/don't like it! 

A Sissy's Surprise

Just gazing at this picture made me swoon.  But the accompanying piece of flash fiction just adds to its allure.  Thanks to the tumblr blog  AI Satin Chic!!!

Luke nudged open the door to suite 507, shouldered his bag inside, and stopped dead.

Something white and voluminous caught the corner of his eye, draped across the armchair like an uninvited guest.

He let the door click shut behind him. He set his carry-on down with exaggerated care, as though any sudden movement might make it vanish – or worsen.

Only then did he look directly at it.

Layers of white organza spilled over the seat in careful folds, the full skirt claiming most of the chair's seat. A broad pink satin sash cinched the waist, its long tails trailing onto the carpet in two deliberate ribbons. Late sunlight slanted through the window and set the fabric alight, turning it almost incandescent.

This was his room – he’d double-checked the key card, confirmed the upgrade at the desk. Corner suite, fifth floor, city view he’d quietly expensed as “client entertainment.” He was alone. Three days of panels, handshakes, and overpriced hotel wine. No wife, no girlfriend, no one who would have any reason to leave something like this behind.

Luke crossed the room slowly. The air carried lemon polish and starched linen. Housekeeping had been through – chocolates on the pillows, towels sculpted into ornate fans. They wouldn’t have overlooked a dress.

Up close it was unmistakably expensive - tiny hand-stitched seams, mother-of-pearl buttons marching down the spine, the sort of quiet craftsmanship his sister had obsessed over at her wedding fittings. Not costume. Not disposable.

He reached out and brushed the sash. The satin slid under his fingertips like cool water. He lifted the bodice slightly, searching for a tag, an explanation.

There: Size 10. Dry clean only.

Size ten.

He was a men’s medium, five-nine in shoes, maybe five-ten if he stood straight. The waist looked narrow, but not cruelly so. He caught himself measuring it against his own hands before he realised what he was doing.

He dropped the fabric as if it burned him.

Previous guest, obviously. Someone forgot it. Housekeeping missed it in the rush. Simple. He’d call down, they’d send someone up, apologise profusely, and that would be that.

The phone sat on the desk beside the television, the reception number printed neatly on the tent card. One call. Two minutes tops.

He picked up the receiver. It felt heavier than it should.

He glanced back at the dress. The sash had shifted – or maybe he had – its pink tail now brushing the toe of his shoe, as though it had reached for him.

His finger hovered over the button.

The room was very quiet. Outside, traffic murmured five floors below. Inside, only his breathing and the faint rustle of organza whenever the air conditioning stirred.

He could picture it - the apologetic knock, the maid’s quick retrieval, the dress vanishing down the corridor in a garment bag. Gone. Story over.

Or he could put the phone down. Just for a minute.

Luke’s hand tightened around the receiver as he bit his lip.

(By the way, this image was *really* difficult to make!)

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Hope you enjoyed this as much as I did. 

Wouldn't a sequel be awesome?  

Love,

sissy terrie 👄 

 

Morning Coffee & Sex

I served Diane and Karl coffee in bed this morning and left them alone.

They didn't have their second cup until at least an hour later.

By all indications, they had a wonderful night together.  Other than cooking them a wonderful dinner and doting on them while in my maids attire, I wasn't involved in any other intimacies.  There's not juicy (pun intended) details about cuckold cleanup duties, humiliating fluffing tasks and the like.   I just left them to themselves.   

Truth be told...I am very, very happy for both of them.  Particularly Mistress.   It's a joy to see Her this happy and sexually fulfilled again.

Love,

sissy terrie 💕 

Christmas Isn't Over...

 ...until SHE says it is.

That's right.  Christmas can be a hectic time for anyone, and more so for submissive males who are tasked with more than their more alpha counterparts.   I'm not complaining that much, but I was looking forward to some quiet time tonight without having a "honey do" or "sissy-do" list filling my head.

But, Mistress had other plans.  Her libido as high as it's been in a long time and Her lover Karl returning this afternoon She thought it was time for a nice romantic Christmas dinner for the two of them.  The dinner is to be enjoyed right here in our home, prepared right here by Her dutiful sissy hubwife and followed by a good old fashioned sleepover - cuckold style.

"You know the drill" She told me.  "Full maids uniform and everything else."

Everything else? Thank goodness Mistress was smiling when She said that.

Pardon me but...I've got plenty to do today.   Besides all the housework, dinner preparation and "everything else", I do want to look my best.   

I'm actually quite excited about it.  It's been a very long time.  Wish me luck.

Love,

sissy terrie 👄 

Thank God it's Frilly Friday!

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Thanksgiving has Black Friday, and when Christmas lands on a Thursday, why not take a peek at some frilly unmentionables that sissies found in their stockings yesterday?

For being gifted something this pretty, why does she look so indifferent?  maybe even sad?

Here's a panty that would keep me smiling all day, and aroused as well!

I think this sissy is going to get more than just some frilly panties to wear...

 

Hope everyone had a wonderful day yesterday.  

Love,

sissy terrie 💓 

This Christmas Think Big

I didn't want to disappoint anyone who enjoys my "Thick Thursdays" by taking on a different theme just because Christmas falls on a Thursday this year.  Instead I worked diligently to blend the two together...

I'm always attracted to the gifts under the tree that have the biggest and prettiest bows.  I wouldn't mind ending up with this gift on Christmas morning.  

Wow....I didn't know it came as a set with a matching bikini bottom.  Our pool is already heated, but if she took a dip in it, the water would be even hotter!

 

I love that pretty ruffled hem on her babydoll top and would like to get a much closer look at it to appreciate the detail.  Maybe even offer my oral attention to her beautiful backside.

A couple of weeks ago I had a dream that we hosted a "Tree Decorating Party" at our place.  Diane tasked me with creating and sending out the invitations.  We told everyone to bring an anonymous gift for an old fashioned Yankee Swap.  It could be a nice gift, something homemade, something you wanted to get rid of or a gag gift.  At the end of the invite I added..."And please come as you are."   Wouldn't you know it, my favorite fantasy BBW came just like this!    Oh, and she ended up with a lovely strap-on in the Yankee Swap.  

I can't believe my dreams sometimes!

Here's one last picture from the website Femdom-Resource.  Looks like Santa (with jellylike jiggly belly) enjoys sexy BBW's also!

Merry Christmas everyone!

love,

sissy terrie 🎄🎅🤶💕 

Phone Sex with Her Bull

I've mentioned that Mistress hadn't quite been at Her best physically but that She's doing very well now.  A sure sign of that is the phone sex She had with Karl last night.  

 

Thought She's certainly up to the physical kind of sex, Karl's away until early next week.  It's been a very long time since Mistress' libido has been this high, and about a. year since they've had this iphone-like intimacy. 

 

Unfortunately I wasn't allowed in the room while the pleasured one another with words and other sweet nothings and somethings.  But I got more than the gist of their conversation.  In fact, I enjoyed some very juicy details. 

 

While Karl certainly got to enjoy my Wife last night....this cuckold got the last and final lick in!

 

Moreover, I also got to hear how Diane teased Karl about how She was going to pay special attention to his manly cock with her lips, tongue and mouth as soon as he returned.

 

I listened as best as I could while focusing on providing Her with some oral pleasure of my own.  

 

As much as I enjoyed it, I was left aching in my cage.  

 

Love,

 

sissy terrie 💗 

A Sissy Crush

Sexually, I've never been with another sissy.

It was never anything that I had a desire for.  But times change and so do we.

I've developed a crush on someone I've known for some time.  It's no secret.  Diane knows and my friend knows how I feel about her.  

It started with some very nuanced flirtatious comments between the two of us.  One thing led to another and I think I was the first one to admit I had some sexual feelings for her.  She immediately responded that she felt the same.  There's an obvious interest and connection.  

It might be awkward at first but if we did get together...I think it would be enjoyable.

Who knows, why couldn't the two of us serve Diane?

Love,

sissy terrie 💗 

Chastity, Castration, Then What?

When the clock strikes midnight on next Wednesday evening and we kick off 2026, I'll be celebrating the start of my 12th year of being in chastity.  

I'll write more about that later but for now I'd like to share this cute and tantalizing (to some)AI generated "sissy magazine" cover. 

 Special thanks to:  Sissy Dolly 💗

Though I haven't totally "lost my manhood", I've certainly had to come to grips with the changes (emotional and physical) chastity has brought about in my life.  I think I've dealt with it pretty well.  Moreover, I'm very grateful to Diane for gifting me with such a lifestyle.  

Love,

sissy terrie 💗 

Random Sissy Thoughts

Just a few (or more) random sissy musings on this Sunday before Christmas...

I don't think I've every been dominant in any sexual encounter I've ever had.  If so, I never mean to be.  Even in the rare situations when I've had the opportunity to be intimate with another feminine submissive, I somehow have ended up in a more submissive role.  Perhaps I bring out whatever "dominant genes" in whomever I am with,  no matter how few they might have, 

Please tell me I'm not the only cross dresser who's ever done this.  It's just a very feminine feeling to sip a nice hot cup of coffee then stare at the lipstick you've left on the cup.   It's also nice to leave that lipstick in other places and on other things!

I often wish that more people would leave comments on this blog and share some of their own experiences with dressing, sexual dominance or submission and other thoughts of interest to sissies and other kinky types.  If you think of this blog as a safe place to share things, wouldn't it be nice to share those secrets "we can't tell anyone about?"   Even if you leave an anonymous comment...others might enjoy it!

In the spirit of the season, of sharing and the above thoughts....Just want to share that humping yourself to orgasm on a pillow and in a diaper can be a very humbling and embarrassing thing to do in front of an audience.  Also very fulfilling.  

Love,

sissy terrie 👗👄👠🍼

Sissy Thought for the Day

 

As a teen I would dress up and given the opportunity, play with makeup and some jewelry because I loved the feeling and I wanted to feel feminine and look pretty.

After becoming and living much of the time as a "sissy wife" and cuckold, I came to realize that it all about being submissive, feminine and looking pretty for Her.  I also want to please and make Her proud of me.

My focus is Her.  I want to keep Her happy by keeping a clean home, taking care of as many domestic duties as I am assigned and being a docile, obedient and supportive wife for Her.  I couldn't be happier in my role.  

Love,

sissy terrie 👄💗

Sweater Girls

Did you know that today is  2025 National Ugly Sweater Day? 

Well now you do!

It's celebrated on the third Friday of December each year, likely to get those pre-holiday office Christmas
parties off on the right foot. You know the office parties I mean.  The ones that likely shift to local watering holes and for some more adventurous and flirtatious types (office romances) end up in other places.   

This guy's sweater and getup gives him a good shot at winning the ugly sweater contest in his office.  The horns?  Maybe he's the office cuckold.  

I'll be attending one of those parties later this afternoon but Diane has no need to worry about my embarrassing myself with an ugly sweater.  The only embarrassing things I'll be wearing won't be visible to anyone.

And as to my being flirtatious and doing "you know what", that train left the station a long time ago.  There's also something about being locked in chastity that keeps me from not straying very far from the ranch.

It's still kind of unseasonably warm here in the desert southwest so I'm unlikely to wear a sweater today anyway.  But if I were to wear one, I kind of like these...

 Everyone loves Bambi right?

 This one's perfect to sip eggnog.  

I'd wear this one but I'd be afraid the top of my panties would show.

Love

sissy terrie 💖

Where She Belongs

 

And She can stay there as long as She wants.

 

As a regular practitioner of this type of oral servitude, I can attest that the above is correct.

Love,

sissy terrie 💓 

Eight Maids-a-Milking

I didn't intend to mislead you with the title of this post, so please try to elevate your sissy minds out of the gutter!   Don't get me wrong.  I would love a milking since I am in what I hope is the tail-end of a rather lengthy orgasm drought.

Getting into the Christmas spirit is sometimes difficult for some so I thought I would add a little cheer with a cute variety of "maids in service" today...8 days before Christmas!

Do you recognize any of these maids?

 One of them is obviously much naughtier than the others.

Any favorites?

Love,

sissy terrie 💓 

 

"Excuse me but....

 ....your petticoat is showing!"

 "Well thank you, but I know it is.  I'm actually being punished."

 "Oh.....I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry.  It's not that bad."

All photos from the Tumblr site "Finding my Femininity." 

Love,

sissy terrie 💗💗💗 

Sissy Bubble Baths

 So....

 I hope I'm not the only one who loves bubble baths.

A busy weekend and Monday here.

I promise tomorrow's post will be longer.

Love,

sissy terrie 💗 

Interracial Cuckolding

Some wives' cuckolding experiences, like their sex lives and other kinks they might have, evolve over time.  Some have this almost unquenchable thirst for something more, something different or something better.

Sometimes it's for something better, bigger or darker...

                                                  Video from Kneel to the Allure of Black Kings

There's plenty to take in (no pun intended) when watching this video.  Things like positioning, the hierarchy it displays, the looks (or lack of) on each of the participants, the partial view of the cage in the background....could it be for the cuckold?

Love,

sissy terrie 💗

Dainty & Delicate

Some things are just too pretty to wear.

Finding my Femininity

But sissies just can't help themselves.

Love,

sissy terrie 💝 

Teenage Thoughts & Fantasies

My earliest dressing experiences began when I was quite young.  As I "matured" my fantasies about dressing became more sexual, including those about submission, punishment, embarrassment, etc.   In each of these fantasies, I was always the submissive.

When I saw this cover from a 1954 Life Magazine, it was reassuring to know that there were "sub-teen" even back then!

 

Even then, "petticoat punishment" was an oxymoron.  Just look at how happy those two are!

Love,

sissy terrie 💖 

Sizeable Christmas Gifts

What would you like under your tree this year...

...all wrapped up in a big red bow...

This would be nice...

 

And maybe some time for intimate worship in front of the fireplace?

And of course in the bedroom?

 

 

Which would be your favorite?

 

love,

 

sissy elf terrie 💓 

Hers and "hers" Panties

Some married sissies are luckier than others.

This one is luckier than most!

I have fond memories like this one of intimate moments in matching panties.

Those were the good old days (pre-2015) when I wasn't locked in chastity.

Since then, the intimacy in matching panties still takes place, but it's slightly different. 

love,

sissy terrie  💛

Christmas Parties & Cuckolds

'Tis the season for parties.  For a cuckold, attending a party hosted by their wife's lover can be a bit awkward, uncomfortable, embarrassing....but sometimes very erotic and arousing.

Thanks to a reader who wishes to remain anonymous for the submission!

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Cuckold Party Panties 

 Cuckold Panties for the Party

We attended the dinner party hosted by Lisa’s Bull Mike on Saturday night.   Earlier in the week, Mike had bought me one of those costume-like reindeer antlers to wear at the party, clearly a metaphor for cuckold antlers.  While others were dressed in festive clothing, I was the only one with something like that on my head.  I was told to wear them the entire evening.  I felt silly and self-conscious but I obeyed.  In addition to the antlers, I also had to wear specific panties that Mike requested.

They weren’t just any panties but ones he gave to me as a Christmas gift two years ago.  They became part of a collection that he and Lisa call my “cuckold panties”, ones Mike has bought for me over the years.  Sometimes he’ll just tell me to put on a pair of my cuckold panties or tell me which specific ones he wants me in.  He was very specific this time which was kind of arousing.  I expected him to check on what I was wearing but he didn’t.  It was a bit disappointing.

At the end of the night after all the guests had left, Lisa and I stayed.  I changed into something more suitable for housework while he and Lisa went off to bed.  Before going off to the master bedroom with my wife, she gave me a good night kiss and Mike told me he wanted me to wear the reindeer antlers while I cleaned up. 

I supposed I could have taken them off and he wouldn’t have known.  He was too busy with Lisa.  But I am used to being obedient so I just left them on,

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Love,

sissy terrie 💗 

The Femme Lifestyle

I've always enjoyed looking at skillfully created fantasy magazine covers that cater to the CD, Feminine, Sissy and submissive males.  They never fail to tease and tittillate with the topics that would be featured in the magazines.

If only....wouldn't something like this make a great read for all of us?

From Pantied into Prettiness

 

Do let me know if you can share resources like this!
 

Love,

sissy terrie 💓