All things being equal, which they rarely are, when faced with the freedom to choose my daily panty from a wide variety of colors, I'm most likely to choose pink. Of course the style, cut and other aspects of the panty might make me choose otherwise.
Love,
sissy terrie 💗💙
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 💗
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.
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 💓
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...
How about getting sent up to your sissy bedroom again? Only to discover something very pretty waiting for you there...
Love,
sissy terrie 💗
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 👄👄👄
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.
Love,
sissy terrie 💗
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 💚
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 👄
I want to make my fiancé pussy-free. Yes, the arrangement is deliberately unequal, that’s the entire point. I want to remove all physical access to my body so he gains real clarity and stops wavering. No more post-orgasm negotiations, no more bargaining for affection, no more “maybe if…” conversations. I need him to move fully into devotion instead of constantly hovering on the edge of commitment.
Keeping him pussy-free is also the most direct way to reinforce the power structure we both say we want. My unambiguous dominance and his unambiguous submission. Physical denial draws a bright, permanent line. No more blurred boundaries, no more “sometimes lovers, sometimes cuckolds” confusion. He either lives in the reality of his place or he doesn’t.
This isn’t about cruelty for its own sake. It’s about consistency, structure, and finally moving past the cycle of enthusiasm, release, regret, and renegotiation. I want him clear-headed, devoted, and fully surrendered, not cycling through buyer’s remorse every time he comes.
Does anyone have any suggestions how I can bring this up to him?
sissy terrie 💔
I'm estimating that 95% or more of the people who read this blog are submissive males. Many of "us" have very similar thoughts, ideas, opinions, fantasies, etc. Sometimes it is nice to read about how the other 5% sees things.
Today's post is from a Dominant Woman who chose to have her husband wear "the ultimate wedding ring" - a chastity cage.
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One of my main goals when I took charge of the relationship was to find ways to increase the intimacy between my husband and I, and surprisingly, one of the largest contributors has been male chastity. When men think of intimacy, they naturally think of sex. For most guys, it's the same thing.
We've all been there, right ladies? When you're not in the mood for sex but you know he wants it. A cuddle, a few kisses and some loving touches would be nice, but you don't go there because it will encourage him to pester you for sex and at that moment you just want to be held.
So you keep him at arms length, and you both lose out on intimacy just so you can avoid having unwanted sex. You end up feeling a bit guilty for holding him off and he feels rejected. It just sucks for both of you.
Enter male chastity. Why lock up his cock? Well, while he's wearing it, it removes the pressure on you to have sex when you not in the mood for it yourself. By keeping him on a fairly rigid release schedule, he knows it isn't going to happen for him that day.
One of the amazing things about male chastity is it teaches him that while sex and intimacy can be intricately linked, they aren't necessarily the same thing. He learns that, most of the time, he doesn't need to put his penis into you to feel loved and wanted.
While he can't have penetrative sex, he will still crave other types of intimacy, and he learns that most of the time, cuddling, kissing, and touching can be enough for him to feel desired and validated, even though he remains horny.
For me persomally, once the pressure to have sex is removed, I find myself being intimate with him more often than ever before, as the reason to hold him off is eliminated. Funny thing is, random loving kisses and caresses will often put me in playful mood, while knowing things won't escalate any further than I want them to at the time.
Feeling his lust for me, tends to fuel my own desire, and I find myself teasing him to distraction while he is so helplessly locked up. Even though he is still locked in chastity and will remain so, he can't help but want to touch and caress me back, and I begin to welcome his advances.. In his lust fueled state, sexual attention in any form is better than none at all, and he concentrates on my pleasure, giving me a wonderful orgasm that I didn't think I even wanted initially.
Maybe that's why a lot of males who are locked in chastity in their relationships get addicted to it, never wanting to give it up. Even though they get less sexual relief, they get more of what they really need, intimacy, leaving them feeling more loved and content overall.
Hope you enjoyed!
love,
sissy terrie 💗
Just thought you should know...
From the National Today website:
Smart and Sexy Day is held annually on March 13, and we are pumped up to celebrate the skills, quick-wit, and ingenuity of magnificent women in their various career fields. Do you know that according to research, women constitute about 49% of the global workforce? And the number is set to increase as women have been actively seeking jobs and employment opportunities in recent times.
I will be forever grateful to be married to a very sexy and incredibly smart Woman. Not only is She much smarter than me, She's also far more Dominant. Another gift I'm grateful for.
Don't forget to give thanks to the smart and sexy women in your life today!
love,
sissy terrie 👄👄👄
Sexiness knows no size. Girls with curves have always caught my attention. And when those curves are adorned with my favorite sleepwear style, I get even more excited.
This Thursday features two sizeable beauties in pretty babydoll pajamas...
This babydoll top leaves little to the imagination, nor does that sexy thong. Doesn't she look delicious?
And this pretty pink number enhances this Queen's femininity. I'm jealous!
Feel free to submit ideas for Thick Thursdays!
love
sissy terrie 💗
I think every sissy remembers the first time they ever went panty shopping. I don't mean browsing online and picking out the pretty panties you want to by. I'm talking about the old fashioned brick and mortar type of shopping where you get to experience being surrounded with rows and rows of bras, panties, garters, slips, nighties and other lovely unmentionables!
As the years go by, though it can still be exciting to "go" shopping accompanied by your Mistress or other special friend, there's something to be said about the convenience of shopping online. Even better is when you're a regular customer and they notify you about new products and sales.
I thought I'd share this promotion I got from Vanity Fair Lingerie in my inbox this morning. I've got plenty of panties but I thought their panty sale (5 panties for $35) was a pretty good deal.
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| Vanity Fair Lingerie |
Just as an FYI, I just spent a lovely "Matching Panty Day" with a sissy friend. Under the control and direction of Mistress Diane, we each wore white Vanity Fair Ravissant panties that day. They felt so nice. You can five of these lovely panties for just $35. In addition to white, they come in some other very pretty and feminine pastels as well! Just click HERE.
Who knows, maybe we can a few more sissies to join in a Matching Panty Day!
love,
sissy terrie 💗
I can't imagine going through the type of embarrassment and humiliation this young man experienced, but given my early experiences with cross dressing, it wouldn't have been outside the realm of possibility.
The picture captures an era way before my time, and the two giggle girls look to be about the same age as my sisters were when their baby brother developed an interest in their panties and bras. Mom never really confronted me this way, though one of my sisters actually caught me in the act once (read about it here). A long conversation ensued and I don't believe she ever told my mom.
The scene above makes for good fantasy. Mom's plan to teach the boy a lesson might be just what he wanted, despite his sisters relishing in his "misery." There isn't as great an age difference between him and his sisters as there was with me and mine. Perhaps that's why the sister that actually caught me showed a little more compassion.
Love,
sissy terrie 💗
With a women's maturity often comes an increase in one's libido and sexual self confidence. Part of it is accepting their beautiful bodies just the way they are.
The reluctance to be seen and even photographed at various stages of dress or even nudes slowly diminishes.
Pictures to be shared in just their bra and panties...
And their willingness...
All three of these ladies look delicious, and would be well served by many a submissive male.
Love,
sissy terrie 💗
"Let's be honest sweetie" She said...
"Look so much prettier and..."
"Excite you even more!!!!"
Some of us were made to be pantied.
Love,
sissy terrie 💗
Earlier this week I wrote how a submissive friend of mine was yearning to be locked in chastity while I, after months of denial was yearning to be set free - Chastity, Orgasm Denial & Patience. A very similar situation just occurred a few days ago with my sissy sister Nancy-Jane.
Nancy-Jane and me are incredibly similar in our desires, yet our two Mistress' couldn't be more different though very dominant, just unique in their separate approaches.
Mistress Diane practices what I would call is a very active type of control and dominance. Nancy's wife, Mistress Kelly's approach is much more passive, to the point of sometimes displaying outright indifference.
As you might expect, Nancy-Jane lusts for the type of dominance Diane dishes out and I fantasize about the treatment Nancy-Jane receives from Kelly.
Here's an incident that took place just this week which left me aching (literally and figuratively) for feeling what Nacny-Jane did...
Kelly and Nancy-Jane were getting ready to leave for a couple of weeks to visit friends in Florida, escaping the frigid temps of the Northeast. Though Nancy-Jane had just worshiped Ms. Kelly a couple of days before and was allowed to cum in her panties (NJ's not locked like I am), the night before their departure Kelly, in a very business like manner told Nancy"
"I don't want you to be all frisky while we're on our vacation. We'll be staying at our friends' place and I know how you can get. I want you to masturbate now and get it out of your system."
The timing of the command surprised Nancy. They were both getting ready for the trip and finishing up packing. NJ's hesitation didn't sit well with Kelly....
"Get your lube and get on with it. Kneel on the bed and masturbate" Kelly said and continued going about her business.
As NJ stroked, Kelly walked around the bedroom in nothing but bra and panties, just going about her business. From the master bathroom, came Kelly's voice...
"You sound like you're getting close. I hope you take too long."
Nancy said she was indeed close, but what Kelly did next "sealed the deal."
"Her you go panty boi" Kelly said as she walked by the bed and tossed her worn panties in front of NJ "these should help."
They did. Nancy came before the panties landed right in front of her.
Kelly's arrogant indifference, no doubt purposefully managed, just drove me crazy with lust. Her passive control of the situation was nothing short of masterful. Nancy's masturbation was fulfilling her wishes.
After coming back "down" from her sissy-style orgasm, Nancy got a well-deserved "good boi" from Kelly.
I'm still tight in my cage thinking about it.
Love,
sissy terrie 💞💕💕
Mistress' love of coffee is closely related to penis size when it comes to penetrative sex, Her coffee mug is much bigger than mine, as is Her Lover Karl's Cock.
On some mornings, Mistress is just as interested in having Her ass kissed as She is for Her first cup of java. Those desires, and changing priorities, tend to keep me on my toes, as well as on my knees!
Here's a little factoid that might interest you...
Have a great day!
love,
sissy terrie 👄👄👄
Lisa was enjoying her nearly daily ass-worshiping by her submissive hubby. After a long day's work she enjoyed nothing better than to plop her cute little butt on Tom's face. She loved the feel of his lips on her butt hole and how he maneuvered his tongue in there. It was all so soothing, sensual and often arousing.
Though she spent much of the time reading a magazine, a book or on her phone, sometimes she'd toss these things aside and masturbated until she had an orgasm. This particular night, she wanted to have a conversation with Tom about something that had been on her mind for a couple of weeks...
"Remember how we talked a few weeks ago about one of your fantasies? The one where you'd lick one of my friend's ass for me?" Lisa asked her husband. Tom couldn't answer for obvious reasons but knew that all he had to do was give Lisa a "thumbs up or down" for these types of conversations. She'd worked it out so he could continue with the ass worshiping and licking while answering her questions. Tom's Thumb was pointed upward for her question.
"I knew you'd remember. When I talked to you about it and teased you, you came quite quickly with a few hand strokes of your cock" Lisa laughed. "Would you seriously like to do that for me."
Tom: 👍
Lisa smiled and put down the People magazine she was reading and ran a finger on Tom's semi-erect cock. She backed off and watched it stir a bit. "You know, there are a couple of girls at the office that might enjoy that" Lisa said. "One broke up with her boyfriend awhile back and I feel bad that she doesn't have anyone that's paying attention to her. She's had a string of bad luck. The other's divorced and would probably love the attention. What do you think?"
Tom: 👍👍
"I thought you'd enjoy that. Would it bother you that there would be two women watching you, if I invited the two of them over at the same time? I'd be supervising" Lisa laughed.
Tom: 👎
"I'd love to show you off and let them experience what a good ass licker you are!" Lisa said as she began stroking.
Tom: 👍
"I'd go first so they could see how much you love an ass firmly plopped on your face" Lisa said, pushing down on his face and stroking him.
Tom: 👍
"Mabye I'll invite them over for drinks first, you know just a social thing and see if you like them" Lisa said. "And by the way, they're asses are a few sizes bigger than mine." Lisa knew what was about to happen and she grabbed hold of his throbbing cock and stroked one last time.
Tom: 💦💦💦
"Their names are Michelle and Sue by the way" Lisa said.
Stay tuned for Part 2 in the coming weeks.
Love,
sissy terrie 👍👄👄
A close sissy friend sent me the following picture after I shared with her how frustrating it is to be waiting for my "orgasm fast" to end!
She, on the other hand, wishes she was locked in chastity.
Go figure.
As they say, the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence!
As far as I can tell, since I do trust my Mistress Wife, my orgasms are on a temporary hold. My super bowl losing bet, resulting in an added 60 days to my wait, is about 1/2 over. I could do that time standing on my head...lol
My blogger friend Poppet on the other hand, just celebrated 300 day lovingly locked and orgasm free. Her goal? A lifetime of such bliss.
Me? I'm not aiming that high.
Love,
sissy terrie 👄💋
We all have secrets, things that we wouldn't want anyone else to know.
We also have some secrets that we've shared with some special friends, spouses or others who we trust implicitly.
There are also some things that are left unsaid, to anyone, even those we love most.
Some live secret lives, unwilling, or even unable to share their deepest thoughts with those they love most.
If you had the chance to share one thing with your spouse, knowing ahead of time that she (or he) would be fully accepting....and maybe even embrace it, what would it be?
Perhaps your desire to be locked in chastity?
Anonymous comments welcome!
Love,
sissy terrie 💗
A special thanks to my sissy friend Laci who in a comment on one of my Two For Tuesday posts suggested I launch a "Mature Monday" series featuring beautiful mature women of "a certain age." I'm not sure what that age might be but I've always been fascinated by older, smarter and authoritative women. Though my own loving Wife and Mistress is somewhat younger than me, She is certainly smarter and more authoritative than I am!
I'm certainly open to suggestions as I move forward, also pictures, ideas and stories that deal with mature women. I'd like the series to deal with the general FemDom, Female Led, submissive sissy, etc. theme of this blog but at the same time I'm not closing any doors. My "editorial board" (me) and the Ultimate Owner (UO) - my Mistress, obviously have the final say. The UO checks on the blog once and awhile and would certainly let me know if anything showed up here that She didn't approve of.
So here's the premiere edition of Mature Mondays, featuring some lovely ladies who are beyond their formative years, fully comfortable in their likes, desires, needs and personalities!
Naturally, these beauties are likely to reflect my own fantasies when it comes to women, lingerie, sensuality and kinks. My first featured beuaty obviously loves full and complete lingerie ensembles and foundation garments. She's not afraid to make herself comfortable on airline flights (note how she's kicked off her heels) and seems to have an air of confidence about her. She's more than just a stewardess here and perhaps it's even her own private jet. Love that dominant look of hers.
Love,
sissy terrie 💗💗💗
Yesterday's feature on pretty sissy bows could have certainly included this beautiful panty. I love the symmetry of it, with two prominent bows attached so expertly to each hip. Though they may seem slightly askew, their positioning brings a dimension of reality to the whole picture.
Perfectly feminine, but maybe pink would be better?
It's a busy weekend, but Mistress seems quite randy this morning. There's little doubt She will be wanting some oral attention soon, particularly since Her Love Karl is absent.
Here's hoping She feeling a sense of reciprocity as well. I'm waiting patiently.
Love,
sissy terrie 💗💗💗
I love big and prominent bows, small dainty bows, and bows of all kinds that can help turn an otherwise rather plain garment a little more feminine, or something quite "sissy" even sissier!
And they can also make for some rather interesting kinks....
Like who wouldn't want to wear a blindfold this girly? Wouldn't it increase your trust in the person who put it on you?
love,
sissy terrie 👄
When in the arms, the grasp or in the use of another man, a cuckold wife's ass never fails to look much, much sexier...
Love,
sissy terrie 👅💦💗
You never know when an unannounced guest or close friend will just pop in to say hello. It could be just after, or God forbid, while in the middle of receiving one of your disciplinary paddlings. It's humbling enough if it's while your doing your "corner time."
Hopefully you can hold back your tears, be quiet, and if you're in another room no one might ever know.
This hasn't happened to me as of yet. The spankings and other disciplinary measures I've experienced in the presence of friends and Mistress' lover weren't necessarily a surprise to them. They were all "in the know" so to speak.
Some were planned and others spontaneous. The spontaneous ones are always more painful.
Love,
sissy terrie 💕
I love to see pictures of petticoats.
Even if it's just a glimpse...
Love,
sissy terrie 💕💕💕
