A Facesit that Fits

 For those of you who enjoy facesitting, either as a giver or receiver, I think you'll like this picture and the accompanying narrative.

It's a nice fit for Thick Thursday.  I know it makes me very hungry. 

 

Photographer: “Let’s take some pictures of you sitting on Doug’s face while he licks your asshole.”

Model: “That sounds so romantic!”

I searched near and far but the image won’t reveal its origin, which is sad: a mission accomplished deserves recognition.The bridge spanning the chasm between romance and carnality has been well-built.

Representations of sexuality tend to show one or the other, but I don’t think tenderness in bed and the exploration of dark caverns (metaphorically) must always be mutually exclusive.

The separation seems so limiting.

Flowers and ass-eating, in my uncouth opinion, combine to make a charming Valentine’s Day gift.

I chew-chew-chews you.

Photo and commentary courtesy of Casey Lorne.

Love,

sissy terrie 💓 

A Wish Come True

This video, (courtesy of a friend who encouraged me to revive this blog) puts me in an absolutely fanciful feminine fairyland!!!

I can't think of any appropriate words to describe it. 

Maybe you can help...leave a comment please!!

Love,

sissy terrie 💕💕💕 

Sissy Gift Giving

In many traditions around the world, the Christmas season extends to January 6th.  In Italy for example, an older women will give out gifts on this date to little children in their Christmas stockings.

The photo below is perfect for the establishment of a tradition in Female Led Relationships.  What's better than a Dominant Wife buying themselves a gift for their subs and sissies to give to them?  You know, something they can really use!

Even better when you can put it somewhere else than inside a silly Christmas stocking! 

From the Tumblr site Denial Permanente

But all this is just fantasy for me.  Diane would never think of giving me anything that would lead me to try and act like a real man with Her.   I do fantasize about at least trying to bring Her to an orgasm with a man-sized member strapped on over my chastity belt.

If you're excited, fearful, curious or whatever about chastity, I think you'll enjoy the Denial Permanente Tumblr site.  See the link above.

Love,

Sissy terrie 💓 

Sissy Memories

Came across this picture the other day which brought back memories of my serving at a kinky party with other like-minded couples.  

 

It was a small gathering years ago, where my submission was not only highlighted but intensified by being the only submissive male there.   All the other men there were dominants.  Diane fit right in and got plenty of attention...maybe even more than I did.  

The party too place before I was put into chastity.  D had me lift my skirt often to show others my pink ruffled panties.  Many caught a glimpse of my little sissy bump erection.    

Love,

sissy terrie 👄 

Wants vs. Needs

From Women of Authority

 

I enjoyed 23 orgasms in 2025.  That number may seem unremarkable to many but for me, that's nearly twice my average number since I've been locked in chastity.  When I expressed my gratitude to Diane more than a month ago She simply told me not to mistake Her generosity as a sign of weakness.  I've not had one since.  "You don't need that many" She added. 

I should also mention that 13 of those orgasms took place while I was locked in chastity; 'everything' taking place within the confines of my baby pink Holy Trainer chastity device.  

It seems like the increase in Her libido in 2025 is likely to manifest itself with a decrease in my own orgams in 2026.

My own libido hasn't changed and I would still enjoy having orgasms as often as possible, though none of them remotely resembling the orgasms that the average male enjoys.

As Diane loves to remind me: "Real men fuck their wives.  Sissies don't."

Love,

sissy terrie  💕

Sissy Thrills

Sissy Bumps.....

The thrill of putting on a new pair of panties never goes away, nor does the excitement.  Some things are routine but when I get a new pair of panties, either as a gift or panties that I've purchased myself, there's an intoxicating feel to it.

The thrill isn't just a sexual one.  But there definitely is a sexual component to it. Being locked in chastity hasn't changed that at all.   I still feel the sexual excitement, it's just not noticeable.

 

 

Yet fond memories remain of many instances, some private and some not so private, when I just couldn't hide my excitement.

Love,

sissy terrie 👄

TGIF - And Not Something Else

I spent part of the last day of 2025 packing for a short getaway with Mistress and Her lover Karl.   I did my very best to remember everything, including things that the two of them might want while we're away.  A good submissive puts their focus on their Domme's needs before theirs.  Perhaps a little too much at times.

"Did you pack my strap-on?" Mistress asked me yesterday.  I had to admit that I hadn't.

"Why not?" She asked me.

I was up front and honest.  I told Her I was totally focused on Her needs and no so much concerned with mine when it came to sexual pleasures.

She thought that was a good answer but countered that since She was going to enjoy some lovemaking over the next few days, then so should I.   

"Well maybe I'll just have to give you a prostate exam.  Find a Walgreen's and get some lube and gloves" She said with a sexy smile.

I was relieved.  My bum could never handle Karl's manhood!

I bought the lube and gloves.  Now it's just a matter of waiting.

Love,

sissy terrie 👄

 

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!

                                                                        💗💗💗💗💗💗

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 👄💗