Confusing Lingerie Terms

With seven days of shopping left before Christmas there's plenty of time to buy some pretty lingerie for that special someone in your life or maybe even gift yourself something dainty and delicate.  But buying lingerie can be a little more complicated for some of us.  Today's post comes courtesy of Cora Harrington who publishes a lovely website called the Lingerie Addict.  It's worth a visit...see the link below.

Enjoy....

The 7 Most Common (and Confusing!) Lingerie Terms

 

For many of us, the world of lingerie is magical and exciting and empowering. However, it can also be overwhelming. There are so many terms to learn, so much information to know. What exactly does full bust mean? Is it the same as plus size? What about words like luxury? Or handmade? And how does all of this apply to you?

Allow me to pull back the curtain for you! Here's is your quick introduction to seven commonly used lingerie terms, so you'll be better able to find the lingerie that's perfect for you. And if you're looking for reviews or shopping guides, just click the button for each section to read our blog posts from the TLA Archives. 

 Full Busts

Full bust refers to a cup size of DD or above. That DD mark is what's called a "size break," when the pattern and construction of a bra needs to change to support the weight of a heavier bust moving forward. You'll notice that bras for full busts often have features like thicker straps, sturdier fabrics, side slings, and more rigid wires.

Plus Size

 Plus size refers to bra band sizes of 38 or above. Although some plus size bra manufacturers also make 34 or 36 bands, that 38 or 40 band mark is when a bra is usually considered plus size. Plus size bras often feature wider bands, wider straps, and bra cups that are cut to the proportions of a wider body.

Core Size

 If full bust refers to DD+ cups and plus size refers to 38+ bands, then core size refers to band and cup sizes that fall into the "core" or most commonly available group, roughly equating to 32-36 band sizes and B-D cups. Another way to think of core sizes is that they come after small bust (A, AA, AAA cups) and small band (26, 28, 30) sizes but before full bust and plus size. In other words, they're at the center of the size range.

Off The Rack

An off-the-rack or ready to wear garment is one that's premade (or able to be pulled off the rack) in a company's standard size range. This is the model of purchasing clothing most of us are most familiar with. While inconsistencies between brands are a common complaint in ready to wear sizing, those inconsistencies are what allow us to buy any off-the-rack clothing at all. If every company made their garments to a single, standardized chart, most of us would have to purchase custom.

Custom/Made To Order

 A custom or made-to-order garment is one that's been individually made for you, usually in a regularly available style according to your measurements. Sometimes, a garment is completely custom and one-of-a-kind, in which case words like "bespoke" or "couture" may be used instead. Custom or Made-to-Order garments will almost always be more expensive than their equivalent off-the-rack counterparts.

Handmade

All lingerie (with the exception of knit items, like hosiery) is handmade. Whether is a $5 pair of knickers or a $500 bra, human hands sat down to sew it. When the word "handmade" is used in marketing however, it's usually as a way to refer to small, indie designers. That is, one pair of hands made the garment from start to finish (as opposed to the multiple people used on a factory production line). 

Luxury

Luxury is a word that gets used a lot...to the point where it's almost lost its meaning. From my perspective, luxury lingerie uses only the finest fabrics, the most refined sewing techniques, has a remarkable or unique aesthetic, and is often made in small, limited edition batches. Exceptional quality in every respect, from your first encounter with the brand to the last, is the mark of true luxury. 

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Happy lingerie shopping!

love,

sissy terrie 💖

For Sissies Only

Words matter right?  For many CD's the word "sissy" carries so many negative connotations and vibes it makes them cringe.  Others might actually derive various forms of pleasure at the mere mention of it.

This post isn't intended for the former group who enjoy more traditional feminine attire and lingerie.

If you fall into the latter, then I hope you enjoy this particular panty.

 

The word "sissy: can be used both as a noun and an adjective. 

So your English quiz for the day is to identify where the word sissy is used as a noun and as an adjective in the following sentence...

                                    "The sissy is wearing a very babyish and sissy panty!" 

 

Good luck!  

Love,

sissy terrie

 

 

 

Bridal Dreams

I woke feeling the strain in my pink Holy Trainer chastity device.  True, I wake up that way most mornings.  Any male who is kept locked in chastity can attest to that.  So my condition wasn't all that unusual.  But the dream was one of my more memorable ones.

I don't remember most dreams like I did this one.  There was lots of lovely details in this one.  But what made it most remarkable was that it was actually a dream within a dream.  When I woke up (for real) I was temporarily in a state of confusion, unsure if I was in another place and time, or still in what would have been a third dream.

In this particular dream I found myself in a large room full of wedding gowns.  I was literally surrounded by them.  They hung in this huge circular room while I stood in the middle of the room wearing one.

"I think this is the one for you" some faceless lady said to me as she worked on the hem.  "Your bridesmaids are going to love it."  I just stood there smiling looking towards the entrance to the room as if waiting for the bridesmaids to come in. "So will your Wife Diane" the woman added.

The gown and the upcoming "wedding celebration" was an anniversary gift from my Dominant Wife Diane.  It would be a coming out party of sorts, complete with some sissy friends as bridesmaids and some of our closest friends, many who had long suspected who "wore the pants in our house."

I loved the dress I was wearing but wanted to keep trying on some of the hundreds of dresses that circled the room.  

"Can I stay longer?" I asked the woman.  

"No, Diane is picking you up in a little while and I have to finish getting the dress ready for alterations" the woman said.  "Now be still..."

Just then I felt a firm hand on my shoulder.  "Wake up honey.  Today's our anniversary" Diane was saying.  "We have a busy day ahead.  Your bridesmaids will be over in a couple of hours."

I woke up as Diane moved away from the bed.  Like I do every morning, I made my way to the bathroom where I pulled down the panties of my babydoll pajamas and sat to pee.  Just then, the alarm went off.

Still in bed, Diane already off to work,  I wondered what in the world had happened.  One big bridal dream wrapped around a smaller one.

All I know is I could have shopped there all day.  In my dream every one of those beautiful bridal gowns fit perfectly. 

But it was time to get up and I really had to pee, sitting down like a girl. 

Love,

sissy terrie

Note:  If you're interested is seeing some beautiful bridal gowns take a moment to visit Yvonne's Wedding Plan Tumblr site!

 

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....