Serving in Anonymity

Today's post comes courtesy of a contributor who insists on remaining anonymous.  So I'll just call her "Tinkebelle" like the maid in her cute and erotic story.  She promised me a follow up so keep your fingers crossed.  The story does leave us kind of wondering.....I hope you enjoy.

                         

"It's going to be a very small party.  Just women from my book club." Florence told Tinkerbelle who was mincing about the home in heels in a french maids uniform doing housework.  "I just thought it would be something you'd enjoy.  It's a good fit for some of the fantasies you've shared with me."

Tinkerbelle was filled with angst and even horror at the thought.  The 21 year old college junior had been secretly visiting Florence for nearly two years now, availing himself of the mature woman's service to crossdressers.  Florence liked the handsome, polite and even cute young man and began affectionately calling him "Tinkerbelle."  Eventually, she invited Tinkebelle to her home so that she could dress in her favorite maids uniform and actully do housework for Florence.

"I'm just scared of being outed.  Absolutely no one knows abut this side of me.  I just can't risk it" she told Florence.  "I hope you understand."

"Of course I do.  The likelihood of you knowing any of them is very small.  You're not even from around here and you've already told me you're going to grad school thousands of miles away from here" Florence countered. 

Florence was right Tinkerbelle thought to herself as she went about dusting the den.  But the risk was too high.  Nevertheless, in spite of the horror of being discovered, Tinkerbelle felt the physical arousal in the white ruffle panties under her short skirt.  Before she could say anything Florence broke the uncomfortable silence.

"I'm also a bit disappointed that you don't seem to think my makeovers would be a sufficient disguise for you.  Are they not good enough?" Florence asked Tinkerbelle.

"Of course they are.  They're beautiful" Tinkerbelle answered in shame.  She never wanted to upset Florence.  Though there was no sex exchanged between the two, there did an exist an intimacy that was difficult to describe.  Not exactly like a mother and son (or daughter) but something close.  Tinkerbelle did have a crush on Florence but tried her best to keep that a secret as well.  

"Well then think about it.  We have some time.  The party isn't for another two weeks" Florence stated rather coldly.  "I have some lingerie in the hamper that needs handwashing.  I don't want you to forget this time."

"Yes Ma'am" Tinkerbelle answered as she finished dusting and made her way to Florence's bedroom closet where she kept a hamper for the lingerie that needed washing.  

To be continued.

Skimpy but Sexy

Sure these are sexy.

Maybe they're not even technically "panties."  A g-string or thong? 

Or perhaps they fall into a subset of the panty family?

They're really only capable of hiding only the tiniest of sissy clitties,  and even then only if it is perfectly "tucked."

I do love that garter though.

love,

sissy terri

The Sissy Wife

Happy Sunday :). Found the following on the Tumblr site "I Want to be a 50's Wife" along with the accompanying artwork by Jamie Vesta on the "Eve's Rib" blog, the latter which has been dormant for the last few years.  

Both touch on a subject that many of us either fantasize about or participate in to some extent in our own relationships or marriages.  I'm talking about taking on the role of an obedient and submissive wife.  Diane regularly refers to me as Her hubwife and i do take responsibility for as much of the domestic duties here as I can.  It's an expression of my femininity, obedience as well as a manifestation of how Her control extends well beyond the bedroom.

 I've made a few edits shown in Bold Red to adapt it to sissy wives married to Dominant Women.

Submissive Hubwife Truths (that may take some getting used to)

📌 Home cooked meals are a necessity. If you are a homemaker you should not be ordering food in or picking up take-out.

📌 Your Wife’s career goals are now your goals as well. You may have to put your own career aspirations on the back burner until your children are in school full time or no longer living in the house.

📌 Your Wife has the final say in household/familial issues and your obedience is key.

📌 Always respond “yes” or “okay” when your Wife asks something of you. This displays respect.

📌 Your tone will either foster communication or set it back; in essence your tone sets the tempo of the relationship. Be cognizant of the manner in which you speak to your Wife. Aggressive and nagging speech can negatively affect your marriage.

📌 Your Wife should always be sexually satiated…if She is not it is up to you to reevaluate how you can better please Her. Your pleasure should be derived from pleasing Her.

📌 A disorganized home breeds chaos and unrest. Always do your best to clean the house as best you can.

Hope you enjoyed.  The artwork is fitting in some respects, though the Woman's overly masculine appearance isn't something that fits our own marriage.  But who knows what gender stereotypes will look like in the future?  Will they be blended so much that either sex might adapt styles and roles that today seem almost exclusively reserved for a specific gender?  

Love,

sissy terrie 👄

A Different Kind of Chastity - Part 2

Last Saturday I posted a the first part of my sissy friend Nancy's story about her own chastity journey.  Over the next several Saturdays, you'll get a chance to read a new segment until it reaches its beautiful "climax."  Try not to be naughty gurls and touch yourselves while reading it ok?  I know it's hard but we can do it if we try.

Love,

sissy terrie 💗

 Part II - A Different Kind of Chastity

She put her wine glass down and dropped her finger from the side of her black lace panties so that the thin fabric slipped back over her pussy. I could see the dark outline of her special place through her panties. I wanted her, wanted to smell her, taste her. I felt her looking at me, watching. She scooted forward on the chair, opened her legs wide, put both of her hands on the back of my head, and pulled my head into her.

Kelly: “Breathe. Smell me. Imagine how wonderful it would be to be allowed to put your penis inside me.”

Surrounded by her powerful scent, my pants still down at my knees, I inhaled deeply, and reached for my cock. Immediately, I felt her hands on my hair and she jerked my head back.

Kelly: “Hands off. Did I tell you that you could play with it?”

Me: (Startled) “No, I, ah…”

Kelly: “You’ve taken far too many liberties with that thing of yours for too long. Selfish liberties. You asked what you could do for me? You want to have more sex?

Me: “Yes, I…

She put a finger to her lips. “Shh!” She hitched up her skirt, reached under it, slid off her panties and glared at me.

Kelly: “Stand up.” When I complied, she handed me her panties. “I know what you’ve been doing with my panties from the hamper, so don’t try to tell me you haven’t.” She opened her legs exposing her pussy. My eyes immediately focused there. “Look me in the eyes, not at my cunt,” she demanded, “And I want the truth. I found a pair of my soiled panties in your jeans pocket, and I know you’ve been rummaging through the laundry. I want you to show me what you’ve been doing.”

I held her panties in my hand, tried hard to look her in the eyes.

Kelly: “Come on,” she commanded, “Show me what nasty shameful things you do with my panties when I’m not around.”

I slowly raised them to my face, opened the waist band and slipped them over my head with the gusset on my nose. Ashamed, I closed my eyes.

Kelly: “Look at me.” Amused, she shook her head, smiled. “Then I supposed you jerk off. Do you get another pair to pleasure yourself?”

I looked away. She was right. I’d been doing it for some time, had gotten careless.

Me: “Y-y-yes.”

Kelly: “Is this how a husband should behave? Going around behind his wife’s back sniffing her panties and masturbating like a teenager?”

Me: “I, I…”

Kelly: “Take those panties off your head. You look ridiculous. Kneel and get in front of my pussy. You may look, not touch.”

I did as she asked, quick as I could, my entire body trembled. My cock was rock hard and twitching. Her pussy was glistening wet. She spread her lips with her fingers.

Kelly: “Things are going to change. No more masturbating. None! And your little penis will NEVER enter me again. Never.” She paused to let that sink in, inserted a finger deep inside as if to demonstrate what I would be losing.“It is obvious that you can not control your penis. From this day forward I am taking control of it. I know you love my pussy, so I shall teach you to be a world class pussy eater. And since you seem to have such a thing for my panties, we are going to have to do something about that as well. Now, get in the bedroom and wait for me by the side of the bed. I will be in shortly. We need to have a little discussion about your penis and this masturbation habit of yours."

To be continued....

Frilly Friday - The Babydoll Edition

My fondness for babydolls knows no bounds.  I'm always on the lookout for pictures of pretty babydolls that span decades and decades of feminine fashions.  Fortunately I have a gurlfriend on Tumblr who knows just how much I love them and shares babydoll pajama photos she thinks I'll like.  Well, I love everything she sends my way.

Here's a shout out to my dear friend Fallen Naughty Gurl.  Stop by and check out her very sensually feminine Tumblr blog!

Today's Frilly Friday post features a very girly babydoll pajama that isn't overloaded with ruffles or frills but has plenty to bring out that feminine feeling we're all looking for.

They just make you want to touch yourself!

Before I sign off today I also want to let you know that my friend Nancy will be back with Part 2 of her story "A Different Kind of Chastity,"   If you haven't read it already, here's a link to Part 1.

Love,

sissy terrie 👄

"I need to know..."

She wasn't supposed to be home until well after 4.  It was only 2:15.  I never heard her car pull into the driveway.  Nor did I hear her enter the house or walk upstairs.  Her summer internship at the newspaper had begun the week before.  She was working in the newsroom for the evening edition, shadowing one reporter or another, some copy editors and doing different things.  She was in her junior year in college and wanted to be a journalist.  Frustrated with her switching majors and having a bit too much fun in her first two years, my parents had laid down the law and told my big sister to get serious.  It seemed to have worked.  She was really into this newspaper gig.

That was fine with me.  Still too young to work but old enough to be home alone at times, these summer afternoons provided me an opportunity to engage in my favorite pastime - dressing as a girl.  With two older sisters, there were of plenty of things to wear around the house.  It was always a question of timing.  This particular two weeks found my other sister away at some honors program at a high falutin' prep school, studying Greek Mythology or something similar.  My own days were spent with some baseball in the morning and pretty bras in the afternoon.

I was like a kid in a candy store.  After showering I would go through their things, decide on some bra and panties to wear and start all over again.  The bras, panties, slips, stockings and thing put me into my own little world of femininity.  But this particular afternoon that world seemed to crumble when I heard my oldest sister gasp...

"What the.......?" she shrieked.  "What are you doing?"

There I stood in front of lingerie drawer in bra and panties.  She was hysterical, shouting, screaming and even crying.  What was I supposed to do.  I tried to explain I was just goofing around and immediately apologized and took the things off and ran into my room.  I was screwed.  When I finally came out I saw that she had done the same.  The door to her room was closed.

"Please" I said standing outside the door.  "I am so sorry.  I'll do anything.  Please don't say anything to anyone."  I stood there for what seemed like an eternity.  Finally, she opened the door.  She could tell I'd been crying and must have sensed how bad I felt and how scared I was.  

"We need to talk" She said.  "But first there's something I need to know.  How long have you been doing this?"

And so we talked.  For a very long time. 

Love,

sissy terrie 👄

What's in Your Panty Drawer?

I found this piece through a link that popped up on my Tumblr dashboard.  Thought it was too cute not to share.  It comes from Charlene's Chronicles, a blog that is just loaded with very feminine things. 

Pretty Up Your Panty Drawer

We all have the comfy underwear in our panty drawers. Maybe you have a Victoria Secret stash or a Hanes pile from Target. Get outside your comfort zone and start using those ‘date night’ panties everyday. Better, yet, pick up one of these five pair of panties to create a unique boutique in your own bedroom.

 

Instead of the basic black or simple nude panties, make sure you have an animal print. It will work with those black and nude bras you have, yet adds more pizazz. Having a brief in your drawer is great for those comfort days or if you like more coverage. But there is nothing Mama-like with this print that glams them up.

 

 

I hate to break it to you, but you should have a thong in your panty drawer. If you are wearing tight pants or leggings when you aren’t covering your butt with an oversized shirt or sweater, we can see your panty lines and that is not cool. But spice up the basic thong with a find like this. Uber sexy. Whip it out for date night too. {Wink.}

 

Instead of basic panty or thong, opt for a girly take on boxers. This is cute under a pair of yoga pants on a Saturday. Grab the matching bra for a super sweet PJ set.  

Boyshorts are another must-have staple in your panty stash. Up the hot factor by grabbing a lace pair. These are gorgeous.

 

Lastly, these aren’t your grandmother’s bloomers. They aren’t your average panty staple, which is all the more reason it should be in your lingerie drawer. With the sheer fabric, there is nothing old fashion about these!

 

 Find which style works for you, and then have a couple of extra styles from which to choose to keep your undergarments varied. Even if you stick to hi-cut or boyshorts on a daily basis, try to find great colors, interesting fabrics to have a unique boutique of panties everyday! And check out my other lingerie favorites and bra favorites!

 

  I love discussing lingerie...hope you did too!

Love,

sissy terrie 💓