Strict Aunties

MFA (Mature Female Authority as opposed to the Museum of Fine Arts) can mean a whole host of things  to different people.  There's plenty of fantasy literature of submissive nephews being entrusted to wise, mature and authoritative aunts who help "straighten them out.

It's up to the author of these works of fantasy to choose the type of training or discipline these poor submissive males have to put up with.  In real life, there's little doubt that "Auntie" would choose what best suits the young man who's in need of behavioral change

Though these matronly looking women don't seem to fit the prototype fantasy "Domme," they certainly have a certain attitude about them.

Don't let this aunt's look fool you.  As one sub who's felt the sting of a wooden spoon on their rump,  even the most benevolent of disciplinarians can leave you stinging for awhile with this particular implement. 

This happy aunt's leather shorts are a likely indication that the "nephew's uncle"/auntie's husband has probably felt the sting of her whip as well.  

I have absolutely no plans to be disciplined with a bamboo switch.  When it comes to that type of pain, I'm a bigger sissy than I usually am.  Besides, she looks way too happy to see her nephew/victim.  Wonder what the neighbors are thinking?  What is she up to anyway?

This last one intrigues me.  Maybe I am too trusting but behind that mischievous smile of hers it looks like she might be interested in more than just giving me a spanking.  It might be worth a few swats just to have her smother me and demand some type of oral attention.

Happy Mature Monday!

Love,

sissy terrie 💗

Sissy's Sunday Best

Happy Sunday!

I hope everyone is having an enjoyable weekend.  Ours has been a very nice one.  Though I've not had the privilege to enjoy a much anticipated sissy orgasm, what's another day, week or month without?  There are of course more important things in life.   For a submissive in a Wife Led Marriage, the gift of servitude trumps all else!

And despite my NCAA bracket having lots of holes in it, our "adopted" team is headed to the final four.  That's right.  So we have lots to be thankful for.

Our small watch party was overpopulated with vanilla folks (still super nice people) so I wasn't in my overly visible servile mode and feminine dress last night.  I'll make up for that today by wearing my "Sunday best."

There was a time when Sunday's had a reverence to them beyond the religious aspect of the Lord's day.  People actually "dressed up" in something more than just jeans and t-shirts.  While true for both genders, the ladies always seem to have the edge when it came to looking pretty.

I loved this little clip and the femininity it displays.  Plenty of pink, and there's nothing wrong with dainty white panties either!

Love,

sissy terrie 💗 

Sissy Shopping

Terrie and her friend Tori had planned this shopping day for months.  After securing permission from their wives, it was a matter of their own schedules falling into sync.  The two sissies had plotted out the day with precision, allotting specific periods of times for the various boutiques and shops they wanted to visit.  It was going to be the perfect sissy shopping date! 

Shortly after Diane left to go spend the day with Tori's wife Jennie, Tori arrived at Terrie's place to start their beautiful day together.

But then something happened.

Tori took one look at Terrie's beautiful floral themed outfit, and similarly, Terrie saw how sexy Tori looked in her little black dress and...

The shopping trip never happened.

Later when the two went back to Tori's place to meet the wives, Diane asked the two "So, what did our two sissies buy today?"

"Well, we really didn't see anything we liked" Tori said smiling and shrugging her shoulders.

Jen and Diane just looked at each other, shook their heads and chuckled.  "Typical girls" Diane said.   The two women understood.

"I'll bet you had a good time anyway" Jennie said.

"We did" Terrie said.  "It was lots of fun."

Love,

sissy terrie 💕 

 

The "Carole" Panty

Here's a little piece of flash fiction for this Friday....

It was just another Friday afternoon with an early exit from the office.  Nathan was looking forward to getting home, relaxing and watching his alma mater who'd made it to the "Sweet 16."  He'd skipped the trip to Washington DC to see them play because of an important work meeting.  Rising stars in the company didn't miss these types of meetings.  He was on the fast track and didn't want to do anything that would slow down that speed.  

As he pulled into the driveway he noticed a couple of Amazon packages at the front door.  After getting into the house, he got them and saw one of them addressed to Sarah and one to him.  He didn't remember ordering anything and Sarah's was probably just another pair of shoes.  

When Nathan opened the small package, a padded enveloped weighing next to nothing, and pulled out something pink and soft wrapped in translucent vellum, his heart stopped.

 

 

Nathan’s hands trembled as he stared at the pink soft full cut panties in his palms—a delicate, pastel masterpiece of a panty with a big bold flower embroidered on the front panel.  He'd heard of the "Carole" brand before, popular with some of the cd's and sissies he chatted with, but now he was seeing it in the flesh.  The panty felt like a second skin. 

 

It was terrifying enough to get a panty delivered to your home that you didn't order, but the note was worse:

 

"I know you are going to look so cute in these. I want you wear them to work on Monday. See you then Nancy...xox"

 

The mention of

Monday and Nancy turned his rising career in finance into a ticking time bomb.  Someone knew, or at best, assumed his work schedule.  His sissy chat friends were the only ones who knew about his desired "femme." name.  He didn't think it was a coincidence.   Could someone have figured this out?  

 

He mentally sprinted through his office. Had he left a browser tab open? No, he was meticulous. Had someone traced his IP from the forums? He’d used a VPN, or at least he thought he had. Besides, he had rarely used any office computers or laptops to do any of his personal browsing, must less chats.  All of that had been done on his phone or personal Macbook.  Or so he thought...had he messed up somehow?

 

He thought of the "admirers" he’d messaged; they were faceless icons, yet one of them now had his home address and his professional schedule.  

 

The sound of his wife’s car in the driveway snapped him back to reality. Heart hammering against his ribs, he shoved the lace and the note into the back of his desk drawer, buried under a stack of tax returns.

 

When Samantha walked in, she found him standing in the kitchen, pale and unmoving. "You okay?" she asked, dropping her keys. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

 

"Just a long week," he managed to say, his mind already spiraling. Monday was forty-eight hours away. Was the sender a malicious harasser, or a colleague playing a high-stakes game of cat and mouse? He realized with a jolt of terror that by Monday morning, he wouldn't just be choosing a suit; he’d be choosing whether to obey the note or wait for the floor to fall out from under him.

 

"C'mon, the games about to start" Samantha said heading into the den to turn on the television. 

To be continued.

 

Love,

 

sissy terrie 💗

 

I hope you enjoyed this little piece.  I hope to continue the story soon....xox 

Piece of Cake

Some days everything just falls into place.  You know the kind of days I mean.  They don't happen very often.

On those days you just feel like saying "Who says you can't have your cake and eat it too?"

Happy Thick Thursday!

love,

 

sissy terrie 💗💗💗 

 

p.s.  I just celebrated a birthday.  It was nothing like this though.  The cake (a sheet cake) was a bit bigger and the ass was smaller also.  I enjoyed both just the same.   

Safe Sex - 99.99% Of The Time

Mistress has been trying to get me pregnant for years.

As a sissy, I'm so thankful She hasn't given up!

Love,

sissy terrie 👄👄👄 

Two Panties Are Always Better Than One

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.

However we all need a change once and awhile and given that, I'm almost always going to fall back on a soft baby blue panty as a second choice.   

 I wonder how other sissies feel?

Love,

sissy terrie 💗💙 

Mature Authority

Artificially created Mature Dominant Women often portray a personality that demands respect and obedience.  Lack of same could result in some disciplinary measures.  If you're into that type of thing, then less power to you.  Just don't screw up on purpose.   This Madame looks like she wouldn't take to kindly to your games. She's probably never even entertained the thought of a "safe word."

But there's more then one way for a woman to project her authority.  Some can be convincing without tight black leather outfits or visible implements used to inflict punishment or pain and get the obedience and control they want more subtle and even loving ways.  I think this woman gets what she wants when she wants it.

I'd obey either.  I'm used to doing what I'm told.  But the second woman, she somehow instills the fear of Goddess in me without nothing but Herself!

love,

sissy terrie 💗 

A Night WIth Her Lover

It didn't come to fruition until yesterday morning when Diane received a call from Her Lover Karl that he'd be coming back from some time away earlier than usual.  Early as in just several hours.   Though his flight was delayed a bit, instead of going to his place, the Uber driver brought him here, we he and Diane spent the night together.

In the hierarchy of of Wife Led Marriages that involve a "Bull", the cuckold is nearly always the one whose plans have to change.  A quiet night with just Mistress and me immediately became  anight of submissive servitude for me and deep sexual intimacy for the two of them.

"It's been awhile for all of us" Diane said.  "Would you like to watch?"  I wasn't exactly disappointed, but I had some hope that maybe, just maybe, my orgasm drought might have come to an end this weekend.  Now with Karl's arrival, that hope was lessening.  But I didn't want to rain on Diane's parade and show any selfishness.   Maybe she actually wanted her sissy cuckold to watch.  "Yes.  I would.  It has been awhile."

"Good, why don't you go get the bed ready and lay out a sexy nightie for me to wear.  You choose.  You know what Karl likes" She said.   So I obeyed.  

A little while later, I knelt at the foot of the bed after performing the required fluffing for the two of them, I watched Her mount Karl, ever so sexily.  Just like magic, his cock disappeared.

She was right.  It had been a long time.  They proceeded with their lovemaking as if I wasn't there, or at least that is what I thought.   But maybe, I added to the excitement for them.   

After both were quite satisfied, I was called to finish my cuckold duties, enjoying the remnants of their lovemaking and in the process, bringing my Wife to another orgasm.

For this I was thanked profusely.   I left the two lovers to spend the rest of the night together in their the marital bed.

Love,

sissy terrie 💓 

Fantasy Friday

A couple of sissy fantasies for you to mull over on this first Friday of March Madness.

Guess I'm not the only sissy who played sports in high school... 

 

 

 

Just imagining getting caught in Mom's little black dress.  The punishment?  Forced to take the money and go buy one of my own! 

How about getting sent up to your sissy bedroom again?  Only to discover something very pretty waiting for you there...

Love,

sissy terrie 💗

Lucky & Curvy Charms

 I should have posted this a couple of days ago....sexiest leprechaun I've ever seen!

One of my BBW fantasies was always being made to serve as a houseboy for a dominant BBW, or maybe even two of them...

In my fantasies, the kitchen was a bit bigger, my diet somewhat different and my wardrobe would have been something more appropriate to my sissy houseboy role in comparison to this picture.

But you can't always get what you want!

love,

sissy terrie 👄👄👄

Sissy "Punishments"

When I was younger I would have fantasies (I actually still have similar ones today) of being punished for being rude to my sisters or other girls by being forcibly made to wear girly things and then sent to my room which had been totally remodeled to be as feminine as possible.

I would "protest" and be "filled with shame" as I accepted the punishment. 

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

Love,

sissy terrie 💗 

A St. Patrick's Day to Remember

 The aroma of stale beer and cheap green dye hung heavy in the air of the fraternity house as Liam surveyed the chaotic scene. It was St. Patrick's Day, and the annual "Paddy's Pub Crawl" was about to commence. He adjusted his oversized shamrock sunglasses, a nervous flutter in his stomach. It wasn't the prospect of green beer that had him on edge, but the rather unorthodox attire beneath his jeans: a pair of cute emerald green panties.  

It had started as a joke, a dare from his sister back home. "I sent you something to wear for St. Paddy's," she'd texted, along with a picture of the offending lingerie, "and send me a selfie." His older sister Kelly knew Liam's secret, she'd caught him more than once with her own panties.  She'd teased him often, but never let anyone else know of his secret.  

The package arrived on March 15th, two days before the pub crawl. Liam, ever the good-natured sibling, had agreed, foolishly thinking no one would ever know. 

"Dude, you ready?" shouted Mark, barging into Liam's room, already sporting a ridiculous leprechaun hat. "We're heading to O'Malley's!"

Liam jumped, nearly tripping over a discarded pile of clothes. "Uh, yeah, almost!" he stammered, his face flushing. He quickly pulled on his favorite band t-shirt, hoping it would somehow distract from his secret.

They hit the streets, a boisterous group decked out in every shade of green imaginable. The pub crawl was a whirlwind of loud music, crowded bars, and increasingly questionable dance moves. Liam tried to stay in the middle of the pack, strategically avoiding any situation that might expose his festive undergarments.

The fatal moment arrived at their third stop, a particularly rowdy establishment called "The Lucky Clover." After an enthusiastic jig courtesy of a slightly inebriated Mark, a chain reaction of playful shoves sent Liam stumbling backward. He collided with a table, sending a tray of drinks flying. In the ensuing scramble to apologize and clean up, a sharp tug on his jeans pocket caused them to rip, revealing a flash of bright green underwear.

A stunned silence fell over the small group of his friends. Mark, eyes wide, pointed a trembling finger. "Liam... are those... panties?"

Liam froze, a mortified blush spreading from his neck to the tips of his ears. He looked around wildly, hoping for a distraction, an earthquake, anything. But there was only the expectant, bewildered faces of his closest friends.

"It's... it's for luck!" he blurted out, the lamest excuse he could muster.

A beat of silence, then a bellow of laughter erupted from Mark, quickly joined by the others. They laughed until tears streamed down their faces, high-fiving each other and pointing at Liam with unbridled amusement.

Liam, initially mortified, felt a strange lightness spread through him. He couldn't help but crack a smile. "Alright, alright, you caught me," he admitted, shrugging. "Happy St. Patrick's Day, I guess."

From then on, "The Lucky Pants" became an instant legend in their fraternity. And Liam, surprisingly, found himself not embarrassed, but rather proud of his vibrant, emerald green panties, a testament to a St. Patrick's Day he would never forget.

Happy St Patrick's Day everyone.  Hope you're wearing something green!

Love,

sissy terrie 💚

Serving Her Friends

A little piece of Mature Monday flash fiction...

"Don't worry, they can all keep a secret" the Mother-in-law said as she assured her sissy cuckold son-in-law.  "Besides, look how long Janet has known about you and accepted you, and she hasn't said a word.  What's it been, nearly three years now?"

The sissy nodded in agreement, but expanding that circle of friends with two more was a big leap of faith for him.   He wasn't sure he could go through with it, but at the same time, didn't want to disappoint his Mother-in-law, with whom he'd enjoyed many intimate moments.

"Look, you have to trust me.  You know I love you and I love showing you off.  Do it for me" she said.  Then surprisingly added "Tell you what, you won't have to wear. your chastity cage.  They don't need to see that."

The sissy cuckold found some relief in that.  His mother-in-law approached him and gave him a soft kiss on the lips.  "Thank you" she said.  The kiss coaxed a smile out of the sissy.

Shortly after the women arrived an hour or so later, the sissy was introduced in a pretty bra and panty set and some stockings.  The women were welcoming and almost astonished at the "male" in front of them.

Perhaps not being kept in chastity wasn't as good an idea as it seemed a little while ago.  The humiliation was bad enough being seen like this, but now the sissy wasn't able to hide his excitement as his little clitty grew in his panties.

The woman's eyes seemed fixated on his crotch and the little bulge there.  He could feel it worsen and eventually knew that he had likely spotted his panties.  The orgasm arrived just a few moments later.

A couple of the woman smiled, one put her hand over her mouth but "Mom" just got up and put her arms around her sissy son-in-law.  

"It's okay honey" she said. "These things happen.  It's all good."

Love,

sissy terrie 👄 
 

A Pussy-Free Fiancee?

A few weeks ago I saw a post on Reddit's r/PussyFreeCommunity written by a dominant woman.  I hadn't been on Reddit for months and was just scrolling when the title of the post caught my eye, and the writer's comments reminded me of my own submissive journey.

 

I want to make my fiancé pussy-free

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.

Since we began cuckolding, post-nut clarity has been a serious and recurring problem. Every time he finishes he crashes into jealousy, regret, guilt, and second-guessing the entire dynamic. Those moments of doubt undermine everything we’ve built, and I’m not willing to keep pausing or softening the rules to accommodate them. The dynamic isn’t stopping, his access is.

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?

The woman here really seems to have what it takes to be the Dominant partner in a Wife-Led Marriage and as such, expects a submissive whose submissive needs are a perfect match for Her own.  These are lofty goals for any couple and take time to fall into place.  The writer gave no indication of how long they'd been together.  I give her plenty of credit for wanting to bring these issue up before they "tie the knot" and asking for advice at how to do that. 

The post had many suggestions and the best one was exactly what I would have suggested based on my own experience.  She should get her fiancee to buy into the importance of Her taking complete control of his orgasms.  If the letdown after these orgasms are causing problems, then the only way to rectify that is to make his orgasms a rare occurrence.   Morever, when she does allow them, should should make it clear that his post-nut (as she refers to them) behavior will determine when he is allowed another.   Over time, I think she'll see improvement.  

love,

sissy terrie 💔 

Male Chastity - One Woman's Perspective

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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Intimacy Through Male Chastity

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  💗

Smart & Sexy

 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  👄👄👄

Big Girls in Babydolls

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 💗 

Panty Shopping

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.    

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 💗 

Big Sisters

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 💗