Here's something to do while you're lounging in your favorite pajamas and slippers this morning and enjoying your second (or third) cup of java. Why not take a "style quiz" and find out what your style is?
The folks over at Adore Me have put together a short but fun series of questions that will help you find pretty things that fit your style.
Here's a link where you can Take Your Style Quiz
Have fun!
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sissy terrie 💕
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”
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…
So long 2020....
...And welcome 2021!
Special thanks to laci for her beautiful artwork!!!
Just a reminder, tomorrow's post is Part 5 of Nancy's "A Different Kind of Chastity"..you won't want to miss it!
xoxox
love,
sissy terrie 💜
These type panties are often referred to as "shapewear."
Like most sissies, i prefer the term "control" briefs.
i suppose it's just more reflective of our true needs and in my case, circumstances.
I am and always will be, under Her control.
We both love it that way.
Love,
sissy terrie 👄
They're full cut, have a few frills, some lace with a pretty pink bow.
And yes, they're very babyish.
"Very appropriate" She says.
She won't tell me where she got them.
Love,
sissy terrie 💙
Many CD's enjoy wearing thongs and their partners like seeing them
that way. But even if you're slightly endowed, there aren't many thongs
that effectively hide our penises, clitties or "sissy bumps."
Full cut panties are best for hiding those parts that reveal our
"maleness" and they don't always have to look like "granny panties."
Here's a very pretty fuller cut panty that would make any of us feel more feminine!
Wouldn't you agree?
love,
sissy terrie 👄
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 💓
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...
