The Chastity Alternative

"I think it's time for you to get into your girdle" she might say.

Or maybe make an announcement like "Girdle time!!!"

What in the world could I be referring to?

Well remember a few months ago when my sissy friend Nancy contributed a beautiful story called "A Different Kind of Chastity" to the blog?  One of the sub-plots to the story was the sissy's inability to control herself while in the process of pleasuring her Mistress.  The sissy would always seem to have "an accident" or as some of us gurls call it "make sissy" in her panties!  Oops....

Some Women will have none of that.  Their orgasms cum first and ours have to wait (some of us wait a lot longer than others).  Their answers to the problems of accidents or making sissy in their panties is often an old fashioned tight fitting panty girdle.

Tucked tightly out of sight between our legs and snugly inside the very restricting garment, the likelihood of accidents, making messes or making sissy is drastically reduced.  

The panty girdle however cannot totally eliminate the possibility of such mishaps.  Some sissies have been known to loose control while putting the girdle on, particularly if it's in one of their favorite colors, has some lace, etc.   

Love,

sissy terrie 💗

The Chastity Alternative

Awhile ago we enjoyed a multi part short story "A Different Kind of Chastity" written by Nancy.  Here's a similar story you might enjoy....

                                                              Girdled & Controlled

"We've had this conversation before" Mary told her subdued and embarrassed husband.  "Your nasty little habit is simply out of control."

Tim stood there in front of his wife very humbled.  He'd tried to explain to her why he masturbated so frequently.  His sexual fantasies about Mary (so he said) were such a distraction that he couldn't focus on his work.  Masturbation was the only answer.

"So what was the reason this morning.  It's Saturday.  It's a three day weekend.  Yet you still played with yourself didn't you?" Mary asked pointedly.

How did she know Tim thought to himself, trying to think of a response.  There wasn't time for one...

"Don't think I can't tell when you've played with yourself.  Your whole demeanor changes and you could care less about me" she said with her voice raised an octave or two and her anger very evident.  "I'm done with it."  

"Look I'm sorry" Tim said.  "What can I do to make up for it.  I know I can stop it."

"No you can't.  Don't bullshit me.  I'm tired of it.  I think it's time to lock you up.  You wanted me to put you in chastity before for play well, I want to do it now for real" she said. "We're going to order one today."

"I know I said that but....I don't think I can..." Tim started to say before Mary cut him off.

"Zip it.  I'm tired of listening to you.  Get your sorry ass into the bedroom" Mary said as she walked by him and headed up the stairs.

Tim knew what was to follow.  Mary certainly wasn't Tim's "Fantasy Domme" but one thing she did enjoy was putting him over her lap and administering spankings with either her bare hand, a hair brush or a paddle.  Tim enjoyed most of the time.  It was times like these he feared.  She was angry and he was about to pay for it.  He followed her up the stairs.

When they got to the bedroom Mary stood by the bed and with her hands on her hips looked straight at Tim and said "Strip down and put it on."

Laying on the bed was what tome thought was a pair of women's panties.  As he moved closer he saw that it was a panty girdle.  

"Off with trousers and silly panties and PUT IT ON!" she said firmly.

Tim obediently took off his slacks, put the on the chair and lowered his panties.  He was afraid to turn around and face Mary because his cock was starting to get erect.  

"Well, what are you waiting for?" she said.  Tim turned and began to walk towards the bed.  "Look at you.  You should be ashamed of. yourself.  You actually like this don't you?"  

Tim said nothing.  She was right.  The sterner she became with him the more he got aroused.  He picked up the girdle and started to put it on.  By the time he had started to pull the tight fitting brief up his legs, he was fully erect, afraid that he'd have one of his stupid "accidents."

"Hurry before you mess again.  It's probably a good thing you masturbated this morning isn't it?  You'd have lost control by now.  Quick.  Get it on and tuck that little thing between your legs" she yelled at Tim and let out a laugh. 

He almost lost it when the material of the panty girdle slid against his erect penis.  Thank goodness he hadn't.

"Now take your shirt and socks off and pose for me.  Hands on your sides.  Cross your legs a little" Mary said.  Tom took his socks and shirt off, placed them on the chair then turned and posed for Mary.  Before he knew it, she'd snapped a picture with her phone.

"Perfect!"  Mary exclaimed as she showed Tim the picture.  "You're to wear girdle every day.  We're both working from home now and I'm going to check on you regularly.  I have two others just like this and I'm going to by more.  That will carry us over until we get a chastity cage."

"Yes Mary" was all that time said.  Humbled and humiliated, not so much by the panty girdle but by Mary's words and how she knew all about his masturbation habits.

"The picture I took will also serve as a deterrent for you.  Or maybe a motivator, depending on how you want to look at it.  Now go stand in the corner.  I'll be back in a little while" she said.  "Don't think you're getting away with this without a spanking."

Tim moved to the corner feeling silly in nothing but the panty girdle, fearing the spanking that was to come as well as what Mary could do with that picture.

Love,

sissy terrie

A Different Kind of Chastity - Part 6

 Good morning everyone!  

And I do mean everyone, gurls and girls as well as bois and boys!  All are welcome here.  

It's Saturday, so I'm turning The Sissy Bedtime Reader over to Nancy, with her erotically charged story of chastity of a different kind...

Love you all

sissy terrie 💝 

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When I returned home from shopping, I expected Kelly to at least greet me and offer me some reassurance. I could have used it after leaving Madeline’s Intimate Apparel counter with her parting comment ringing in my ears, “I’m sure Kelly will be much happier with … things under control.”Instead, I found this note on the kitchen counter: “Cut all the tags off your panties and your control garments. Arrange them neatly on the bed. I have Zoom calls. Don’t disturb. Talk later to review your rules.”

The door to the home office was closed. I heard voices. Crap! I had work to do, too, and my laptop was in there. Oh well. I got a scissors and went into the bedroom. The top dresser drawer where I kept my boxers was pulled halfway open. I peered inside. Empty. Oh oh!

I cut off the tags from the dozen panties, three girdle briefs, and two high-waisted shapers, dumped everything in a pile, and slumped onto the bed to wait, unable to shake images of Madeline and her gorgeous assistant from my mind. Somehow, Madeline’s buxom bosom came into my mind each time I closed my eyes and her words that “no woman would want” a man with a problem with control. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew I was startled by Kelly’s voice.

Kelly: “I asked you to arrange your new things nicely.” Her tone was stern, irritated.“You will learn not only to do what I say when I say it, but how to take appropriate care of feminine things.” She stood at the foot of the bed, hands on her hips. “Naked. Now. Everything off.”

Me: (Hesitating) “Kelly, I, …”

Kelly: “Not a discussion. Now!” She picked up a pair of the Vanity Fair panties, pink. “These will do for starters.” She unzipped her jeans, slid them down and stepped out of them, slipped her top off over her head, exposing the animal print bra and panty set that she knew gave me fits. She gave me a dismissive look, went to her side of the bed, pulled back the covers, laid back, and watched me. 

Me: “Do I have to? Really, Kelly, panties?” I saw in her eyes that she meant business. I didn’t ask again, grabbeda pink pair from the pile, andsat on the end of the bed to put them on.

Kelly:“Stand,I want to see…”

Me: I jumped up, fingering the fabric of the panties … so … silky, shiny. Such a bright pink … so, so … girly! My hands trembled. I lifted one foot and stepped into them, the wide white gusset between the bright pink panels…. I lifted my other foot. My penis tingled, began to grow. I wanted to stop it but couldn’t. I slid them up as quickly as I could, let them hang loose, baggy below my navel, hoped she didn’t notice my erection. … She did.

Kelly: “That will never do. Get over here.” When I was standing by her bedside, she grabbed the waist band and yanked them up, pulled them up as far as they would go, the silky nylon caressed my penis and caused an unsolicited twitching. I looked down to see it entirely outlined in pink. She pointed, laughed. “Don’t pretend you don’t like these, Tom. Your penis does not lie.”

Me: (Of course she was right, but now she saw proof, rock hard proof!) I had jerked off wearing her panties before, but this was different. These were mine; I had bought them for me, bought them with Madeline’s help … and Kelly knew that of course. “It’s just, it’s, I’m thinking of you in your bra and panties…”

Kelly:Her eyes flashing with anger. “Another lie, Tom, and you want to tell me that your little penis just hates being inside those pretty pink panties?” She leaned across the bed, picked up one of the high-waisted girdles, a piece of “heavy armor” as Madeline had called them. “You will pay a price for lying, Tom.” She handed me the white garment. “This is what you will wear while you service me, and I finish telling you about your rules.”

Me: Chagrined, frightened, and full of regret for my foolishness, felt my erection shrivel in shame as I struggled to pull on the tight girdle.

Kelly: “Point your little wee-wee down before you pull the girdle up over your panties. That way if you swell again while you are worshiping me you will not have an accident.”

Me: Once I finally got everything situated to her satisfaction and she directed me between her legs. I reveled in her marvelous feminine scent. She put her hand on the back of my head and pulled me into her, head my nose in her crotch for several moments.

Kelly: “Before you take off my panties and begin to worship, I want to remind you of something, Tom, your penis is worthless to me. It is small and unable to bring me to orgasm. You are a premature ejaculator. Many men would love to fuck me. Do not take me for granted.”

Me: “I, I, ah…”

Kelly: “Not a word, not one! If you speak, you are out of my bed. You will acknowledge your acceptance of my rules with enthusiastic use of your tongue. Now remove my panties and assume your position of worship.

“Rule One: No more male underwear. You will wear only panties of my or Madeline’s choosing.” (I licked her pussy to show that I understood.)

“Rule Two: My scent must be earned, not stolen. You are not to touch my soiled panties without my permission.” (I lapped my acknowledgement)

“Three: Absolutely No Wanking: There will be twice daily honesty reports and I will evaluate how long it takes you to get hard at those times.”(I licked vigorously to show that I understood.

“Four: You will wear a girdle whenever you worship my pussy to avoid any accidents. If you have been a good boy, followed the rules, worn your panties without complaint, I will consider when to allow you to have your little messes in your panties. (I licked and lapped as enthusiastically as I could.)

“Now continue eating me until I am completely satisfied. Tonight is all about me. You have taken way too many liberties with that childish masturbation of your selfish penis. You will learn to stay under control in your girdles so that you properly maintain focus on me.”

Me:I did as I was told, focused on worshiping her pussy like she deserved, totally engulfed by her scent, filled with the taste of her, secure in the knowledge that she was right to take control. I needed her, was so lucky to have her. Maybe if I was a good husband, she would let me have an “accident” in my panties.

A Different Kind of Chastity - Part 5

Happy Saturday everyone!

Who doesn't love shopping for panties and other pretty things?  It sure is fun, but what if you went shopping and someone else picked out everything for you?

Maybe it wouldn't be that much fun.  Or maybe, just maybe....it might be.

You're going to love Part 4 of Nancy's "A Different Kind of Chastity."  I certainly did.  Good thing I was locked in my Holy Trainer!

Enjoy....

love

sissy terrie 💋

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Kelly was right. Her panties were tight on me. The lace was scratchy in overly sensitive places, and I was reminded of her with every step. “Help me focus,” she’d said. But I couldn’t help but be distracted by the numerousmulti-colored panties, bras, girdles, and babydolls teasing me from the racks as I snaked my way through the aisles of the Intimate Apparel department at JC Penney. Geez. There were even half-naked mannequins in sexy bra and panty sets.

Was I the only guy in the entire store? And where was this Madeline? Luckily, there was no line at the checkout counter.The woman standing behind the counter was drop-dead gorgeous! I hoped to god that wasn’t Madeline. I could feel my heart fluttering as I approached. Forty-something, brunette, stylishly dressed in a white blouse, black pencil skirt. When I got to the counter, I saw she was wearing calf-high black stiletto boots. I didn’t know if I could get the words out…

“M,Madeline. I, I’m supposed to ask for Madeline. M,my wife called.”

She smiled, looked me up and down, picked up a phone from the counter, dialed a few digits, stared at me for a few seconds while she waited for someone to pick up. I looked away, glanced behind me. A woman stood there holding two bras on plastic hangers. “Madeline, that husband is here,” she said into the receiver, a smirk on her lips. “Step aside. Wait here. She’ll be right out.”

After a few moments,a smartly dressed blonde women in her sixties approached. She was tall, especially in her heels, nearly as tall as me. My eyes were immediately drawn to her large breasts highlighted by the white lace shell she wore under a tailored teal blazer with matching skirt.

                Madeline: (grinning) “Tom?” I nodded. She motioned me away from the counter, looked me in the eyes. “I had a lovely conversation with Kelly. She told me you’re having trouble with control?”

                Me: Embarrassed at the obvious question in her tone, not sure if I was expected to answer. I looked away, at the floor. Suddenly I felt the scratchy lace of Kelly’s lace panties. Oh no! My dang penis was trying to grow. “I, ah, I’m not sure what she told you. She told me you’d have a list.”

                Madeline: “I do. She was very frank with me, which I appreciated.” She touched my arm. “I see that you are incredibly nervous. I understand that, but this isn’t my first rodeo. I’ve been selling women’s foundations for over twenty-five years. You’re not the first man…” She lowered her voice slightly and leaned closer. I could smell her perfume. Was it Black Optum? “Kelly explained a little about the control problem. I understand.”She smiled, and I felt my penis shrinking, “No woman would want that.”  She turned and I followed her through the maze of racks of panties and bras, her heels clicking against the tile floor, Kelly’s lace panties riding up the crack of my ass. 

    She stopped in front of a wall display, referred to a small piece of paper in her hand. “Let’s see, according to the size she told me, we’re going to need XL. She said three in the brief style, two high-waisted with zippers and long legs, medium to firm control .” She removed a white garment from a “Maidenform” display and held it just under my waist. “What do you think? Comes in nude or black as well, but Kelly said absolutely no black for you.”

                Me: Glancing around quickly to see if anyone might be close enough to hear, spotting two women in the next aisle. I couldn’t tell whether they were paying attention. “I, ah, white is okay,” I said as quietly as I could.

                Madeline:  Thrusting it towards me, and making no effort to be discreet, “Hold this one and speak up. Did you say you prefer white or nude?” She reached for another brief. “This one is pretty, has lace trim, and comes in pink. Let’s take one of these for sure.”

                Me: Leaning close so she would hear me, in a near whisper, “Could you just choose for me, whatever you think would be best?”

                Madeline: Smiling, “Well, I am partial to Maidenform when it comes to briefs. And I think it is best that you have variety … the spice of life, don’t you think? So, we’ll get one with lace, one in pink, and the white one you have there. It is extra firm, so that should work for you as far as the control issue she said you were having.”

                Me: She was talking so loudly. Was it on purpose? The women in the aisle nearby were definitely listening. I could see them out of the corner of my eye, hear some hushed conversation, some giggling. I wanted to say something, protest, but how could I?

                Madeline: “Now for the heavy armor,” she said, “The high-waisted girdles are over here. You know women don’t wear them as much as the old days, with Spanx and all, but I still think they do a good job, and for what Kelly explained you need … well …” She smiled sympathetically.

                Me: I followed along, allowed her to select two garments. She handed me everything. I was relieved, believed we were done. Where were those two women?

                Madeline: “We’re almost done,” she said, “Just need to get your panties.”

                Me: “Panties?” I asked, incredulous.

                Madeline: “Oh yes, Kelly and I both agreed. You must wear panties under these girdles. Plus, she told me that you’ve been getting into hers. Is that right?”

                Me: “I, ah, I, ah”

                Madeline: “Don’t be embarrassed. You’d be surprised how many men wear panties. I find the most popular panty for men is the Vanity Fair Perfectly Yours Ravissant. She picked up a pink pair from a table. Here feel the fabric. Men tell me they love the feel of the silky nylon.”

                Me: I reluctantly reached out and touched it. My hand was shaking. I saw the two women
watching just steps behind us.

                Madeline: “We’ll get six of these, and since Kelly said you’ll be wearing panties every day, we’ll get six of the Lace Nouveau because they have the same silky feel but also have these cute little lace panels on the legs…”

 

To be continued…

A Different Kind of Chastity - Part 4 - Kelly Takes Control

I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas.  While finding some panties stuffed into my Christmas stocking every year, Mistress never ceases to surprise me with some that just make my heart flutter!

I also want to apologize for messing up the setting for folks leaving comments.  I found several that were awaiting moderation, which was never my intent.  It should be fixed now.  Let me know if I deserve a spanking or something similar.

Today's post is Part 4 of Nancy's "A Different Kind of Chastity" and this one made my heart skip a beat when I got to the end.  Even made me a little green with envy...enjoy!

love,

sissy terrie 💓

 A Different Kind of Chastity - Kelly & Me

I slept well after that release.  It was one thing to jerk off, but playing with myself while sniffing Kelly's panties was nothing compared to a prolong session of pussy worship.  I woke up with the scent of her lingering on my face.  I looked over at her and loved her even more.  Could I desire her and fer her at the same time?

I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her, put on my robe and slippers and stepped quietly out of the bedroom to begin my workday in my home office.  The pandemic had us both working from home.  Lost in a flurry of details, I didn't hear her come into my office mid-morning.

    Kelly: "I have some Zoom calls.  Important calls, but before they start, we need to discuss a few things."  Even though we were working form home, she was dressed in a business suit, heels, stockings, black skirt and a teal silk blouse.

    Me: "Okay."

    Kelly: "Take off the robe.  Drop the boxers."

    Me: I really did not think she had been entirely serious yesterday, thought maybe she was just teasing me, but she looked dead serious today.  I dropped the robe to the floor and stepped out of the boxers.  Kelly sat on the sofa holding the black lace panties she'd worn yesterday. 

   

    Kelly: (handing me the panties) "Sniff them. Smell me."

    Me: Of course I did it, and of course I could not stop my cock from growing which she of course noted.

    Kelly: (Laughing).  "You are so easy.  If only I had realized this earlier in our marriage.  How things would have need different."  he gestured for me to return her panties to her.  "Okay, Rule One, starting today we have separate clothes hampers and you are not to touch my soiled panties, stockings or bras without my permission.  Smelling my scent will be a reward, not something you steal.  Understand?"

    Me: "Yes.  Sorry Kelly."

    Kelly: "Rule Two:  No masturbation.  I have been doing some research about how wives manage this with their husbands.   Did you know that there are a number of devices out there to lock up penises so men can play with themselves?"

    Me: (Suddenly incredibly nervous) "Yes, I did know that, but I don't think.."

    Kelly: "I really don't care what you think, and we may need to go that route in the future, but we are going to start with an honor system.  This is how it will work.  Twice a day, each morning and evening, you will stand before me naked as the day you were born.  I will conduct a short interview.  You know that I can tell when you are lying."

    Me: I put a hand up, "But Kelly..."

    Kelly: "But nothing, You've been selfish for too long.  If you have any hope of ever tasting my pussy again or being allowed access to my panties, you will do just as I say."  She wanted for me to nod acknowledgement.  "I will reward your compliance with treats.  Maybe a pair of my soiled panties on your pillow, or a session of supervised masturbation, perhaps a taste of pussy - we'll see - but your wanton, wasteful, selfish ejaculations are done.  Done forever.  I will decide when or if you spurt."

    Me: "Yes, Kelly.  I am sorry, but..."

    Kelly:  She put a finger to her lips.  "This isn't a discussion, Tom.  You've demonstrated that you can't control your penis.  I'm taking control of it."  She reached out and gave it a disdainful swat.  "One more thing. I have spoken to the manager of the intimate apparel department at the JC Penney store at the mall.  She is expecting you at 11:00 a.m.  Her name is Madeline."

    Me:  "Kelly, please really?  Can't you go yourself? What am I supposed to get?"

    Kelly:  "I've given Madeline the list.  Turns out she has quite a bit of experience helping men."  She handed me the panties she'd worn yesterday.  "Since you love my panties so much, I want you to wear these to the mall.  They'll be a bit tight, but that will keep you focused."    

To be continued... 

A Different Kind of Chastity - Part 3

It's Saturday morning of Christmas week and I hope those of you in the Northeast are digging out for the heavy snowfall.  Having spent most of our lives living and working there, both of us miss the beauty of a fresh snowfall around Christmas, but don't miss all the inconvenience and work it brings with it.

Today we feature the third part of my sissy sister Nancy's lovely story.  Nancy's wife Kelly deals with the "masturbation problem" and takes matters into her own hands....

Enjoy!

Love,

sissy terrie 👄

 

She knew me so well. She knew that both my eyes and my cock were like a barometer for the truth, like lie detectors. I couldn’t lie to her without her knowing, not when she could see or feel the response of my penis. I stood by the bed waiting, knowing only that she told me that we were going to have “a little talk” about my “masturbation problem” and my “selfishness.” I was naked and my penis had shriveled as though it wanted to hide from her. I heard the toilet flush, stood up straight, clasped my hands in front of me in a foolish effort at modesty, and waited – surprisingly nervous even though I’d known her for over thirty years.

She entered the bedroom wearing only the black camisole she had on earlier. No panties. She ignored me as she got into bed and arranged several pillows against the headboard. I couldn’t help but notice that, in one hand, she held the pink Wand massager I’d gotten her for an anniversary gift a few years ago. We’d played with it a few times – then I thought it was discarded into a bedside stand drawer. She flipped the switch on the Wand, clenched it between her legs, and reached for my flaccid penis. She held it firmly with her right hand as she sat back against the pillows.

Kelly: “Would it surprise you to learn that you are not the only one around here that masturbates?”

Me: (I could feel my cock growing in her hand.) “Yes. I didn’t think…”

Kelly: “You didn’t think I finished myself after you left me wanting all those nights? After you selfishly shot your load when I had hardly gotten started –after you rolled over and started snoring?”

Me: “Kelly, I, …” She took her hand from my penis and squeezed my balls. Hard! “Ouch!”

Kelly: “I am not looking for excuses. I want honest answers, and I want obedience.” She  put her hand back on my cock, stroked it a few times. “Look me in the eyes. Stay focused. Answer my questions. How often have you been jerking yourself off?”

Me: I wanted to look away, wanted to pretend it was less, but I knew she would know if I didn’t tell the truth….  “Mostly every day. Some days twice.” She didn’t flinch at the answer, held my cock firmly, gave it a squeeze.

Kelly: “So naughty. So little control, such a little boy.” She shook her head, pursed her lips. “And sniffing my panties, taking them from the hamper? Every time?”

Me: “Usually, yes.”

Kelly: “The other times?”

Me: I was so embarrassed I could hardly speak. She grabbed my balls again and squeezed. I answered but couldn’t look at her when I said it. “There have been a few times, just a few, that I did it into one of your bras.”

Kelly: “My, my, this is worse than I thought.” She gave my cock a few more strokes and I thought I was going to cum. “One more question and then you are going to suck me off, would you say that it is fair to say that you are addicted to the scent of my pussy.”

Me: “Without a doubt.”

Kelly: She shut off the Wand and set it aside. “Get between my legs and show me.”

Me: I hurried into position and enthusiastically began. All of my senses were filled with her. I was surrounded with pussy. I was in heaven. She began to taunt me. “Put your tongue as deep as you can get it because, remember, your tiny penis will never, ever, ever, again enter me.” I felt it start, tried to stop it. “Such a pathetic pussy-whipped masturbator with a tiny penis that isn’t capable of fucking women.” My groin bucked, my penis convulsed, and I had an accident. We both knew immediately what happened.

Kelly: yelling. “You are so selfish. That’s it. I was trying to be nice.” She sat up, pushed me aside and pointed at the large wet spot on the sheet. “Yuck. Start licking this up while I take care of things myself.” She reached for the Wand. “Tomorrow we start your new set of rules.”

Ashamed, I did as she commanded, and with the taste of my own semen in my mouth I knew that she had tricked me into demonstrating (again) how inadequate I was. I listened to the whirr of her Wand, to her moaning, and eventually to her crying out in an ecstasy that she gave herself.

To be continued....