Her Pretty Feet

 

UPON HER FEET

Her pretty feet
Like snails did creep
A little out, and then,
As if they played at Bo-peep,
Did soon draw in again. 

                      Robert Herrick

    Patient She is.  It took longer than I thought it would, but She didn't mind.  Nor did I.

    Several years in chastity will do that to you.  Cramped in a tiny cage, the penis has "little" opportunity to "work out" so to speak.  Spending 99% of the time in those tight quarters, my ability to get an erection has diminished to the point that...well, I think you understand.

    Yesterday afternoon's intimacy took a strange twist after I'd pleasured mistress orally.  Much to my surprise She decided to "set me free."   Out of my cage, I still wasn't quite sure She'd allow me to have an orgasm.  If She did, I would probably have to play with myself in front of Her, kneeling on the bed between Her legs until I would uncontrollably spew out my sissy juice onto Her belly.  I don't "shoot out" any more.  The orgasms from a semi-erect "clitty" are far less powerful but far more feminine.

    But She had other ideas.  "I want to try something different" She said.  The look on my face must have shown some type of fear for She immediately assured me it would be fun.  

    It was fun, but it just took longer than usual.

    She'd never got me off with Her feet before.  With Her panties over my head, the crotch right over my nose and my hands held behind my head, I was prohibited from touching myself.  Sitting up at the head of the bed with my knees bent upward and legs spread, She began to tease me with Her pretty feet...one foot at a time, then two, then one....and on and on it went. 

    Typically I cum very quickly.  I always have.  I was never able to last when She let me inside of Her.  Those days are long gone.  I never have to worry about pleasing Her that way.  But this particular day, I took a little longer than usual.

    I lasted almost three minutes.  

    Don't laugh.  That's an eternity for me.

Love,

sissy terrie 💕

       

Cuckold Weekends

Good morning.  Today's post is a guest feature from cuckold Kevin.  Hope you enjoy!

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 Their mornings usually start with around of sex.  It's their private time without me.  Then they shower together.  I know what I'm supposed to do.   My alarm goes off early enough so I can get dressed in my maids uniform and turn myself into "Karen."  Then, when I hear the shower start I'm supposed to get the coffee started.

    I'm not supposed to but I sometimes sneak quietly upstairs (I take my heels off - they'd make too much noise on the hardwood floor) and peek into the master bathroom to see them together in the shower.  Without exception, they're always too preoccupied to notice me.   Just like today.

    He was leaning up against the shower stall with his arms around her.  I couldn't see their faces but they were clearly in a passionate embrace.  Her left hand, pressed against the glass door began to slide down...and she fell to her knees.  He let out a pleasurable moan.  It was followed by the unmistakable sound of her sucking his cock.  I tiptoed away with my locked cock stiff in my metal cage. 

    When I got downstairs I took out their coffee mugs and headed towards the front door.  I looked out the window to see if anyone was outside walking their dogs our just out for a stroll.  This was always the task that gave me most angst.  I was to retrieve the Sunday paper dressed in my maids uniform.  The paper was usually thrown close enough to our front entrance in the driveway so that I wouldn't be out there very long and we didn't have any homes real close to ours but there was always the risk I would be seen.  

    I saw a couple who lived down the road a bit walking their dog.  I waited several minutes until the coast was clear.  The paper was halfway up the driveway and I was able to pick it up unnoticed.  I was never 100% positive that I hadn't been seen but so far I was pretty sure I'd gone undetected by any neighbors.  

    When I got back into the kitchen I was surprised to see my wife there in nothing  but a sexy thong and a towel wrapped around her hair.  She had "that look" about her. 

    "Good morning Mistress" I said as I curtseyed in my maids uniform.

    "He saw you" she said.  "He's not happy and neither am I."

    "What do you mean?" I asked her trying to play innocent.

    "Stop it.  He expects me to keep you in line.  That obviously hasn't worked" she said.  

     Before I could even begin to apologize she cut me off.

    "He wants to see you upstairs right away" she said.  "Here....bring him his coffee. 

 Kevin/Karen

March Madness

Tom and his friends enjoyed going to Vegas for the first weekend of the NCAA Men's Basketball tournament.  Tom's wife Kelly thought it was good for him to get away with the guys to relieve stress.

On Thursday night of the first round, Tom would make like he was having a bit too much to drink at the sports book so that the next day when he'd call his friends and say he'd be sleeping in, none of them would be surprised.

"I'm a bit hung over" he would say.  "I'll catch up with you later.

Tom was just fine.

And his friends would have been surprised if they knew what he was doing.

Tom was just having some private "Nancy" time while away from home.

Love,

sissy terrie 💖

Sissy Dreaming

I knew I would never have her curves.  But that didn't stop me from trying on her things.  

I'd fantasize about having breasts and a girlish round ass.  Sometimes, I'd stuff her bra with some of her panties or stockings, shaping them as best I could to make myself presentable. I'd dream about what it felt like to have real breasts.

I was careful, peeking out the window of her room to make sure she wouldn't be home earlier than usual. 

My big sister, suspicious that I might had been rummaging around in her things, once threatened me that if she ever found out I was doing that, would tell everyone she could.

At first I didn't dare come close to her room.

Eventually I couldn't resist the urge any longer.

Love,

sissy terrie 💙

Lovely in Lycra

I think most of us have wanted to experience the feeling of firmness and control that a girdle provides.  The garment was at its height of popularity in the early 60's, thanks to the ingenuity of the folks at Dupont.  And I thought all they made was chemicals!

 Here's an interesting article from Women's Wear Daily you might enjoy - Timeline, Lycra Through the Years.

Time to slip into my panty girdle!

Love,

sissy terrie 👄

Happy Saint Pattie's Day

There must not be a huge demand for emerald or kelly green lingerie because if you're looking for something to help you feel a little more Irish (and sissy) on this day the picking are pretty skimpy.

Even the folks Her Room who have a promotion for every day of the year, settled on this mint colored pretty bra and panty set (really? mint green?) to celebrate today...

I do love the set but I was expecting something "greener" than this.

It looks like I'll have to settle on the old "sissy stand-by" for St. Pattie's Day '21...rhumba panties!

Just imagine how pretty these are going to look under some tight white slacks!!!

And finally, is there a better way to end the day than to slip into bed wearing this deliciously feminine babydoll pajama set?

 

Let's all get together for a sissy sister st. patttie's day party!

Love,

sissy o'terrie 💚💚💚

Twice the Femininity

Those of us who have a sissy friend to share our femininity with are soooo fortunate.

Our "things" don't always match perfectly but it's not like we're "twin" sisters or anything...

However we do love the same styles...

Have a happy Tuesday!

Love,

sissy terrie  💖