Pretty Pink Things

Pink always makes me feel more feminine.  It doesn't have always have to be pink lingerie.  It can be something as simple as....

A dozen pink roses...

 But it can be pretty lingerie...

Or a pretty pink princess dress...

Love,

sissy terrie 💗💗💗

Pretty Panty Bois

Serving coffee to a Dominant Wife and Her Alpha Lover "the morning after" is a powerful statement to a sissy cuckold's status in the sexual hierarchy.  Or is it?

Maybe it's simply a reminder that at the end of the day, we're just "panty bois" as compared to real men!

Not afraid to show off our "femme" side, or back side...

To experiment with different aspects of femininity...

And be ready to please at a moment's notice...

Love,

sissy terrie 💋💋💋

A Change in Their Marriage - Part 3

 

 

A Change in Their Marriage (Part 3)

Six Months Later:
It didn’t take long for Carla’s friends to notice the change in Jim. They saw how he doted on Carla, was the first to get up to clear the table at group gatherings, always was quick to offer to get drinks for all the women, stayed by her side unless she made a point to dismiss him. He never interrupted her, always supported her point of view, wait patiently behind her when she shopped or stopped to talk to someone. And his grooming changed entirely – it was like she was picking out his clothes and dictating his hair style. No more grubby jeans or shorts and graphic t-shirts, mostly dockers and colorful polos or stylish button-downs left fashionably untucked.

Jim still coached his youngest in soccer, but he’d given up his own golf league and his clubs were gathering dust in the garage. Some Saturdays he could be seen tailing Carla at a local flea market or art fair or at the mall carrying her purchases. One thing everyone noticed, though, is that Jim seemed like an entirely different person – so much happier – always smiling.

Of course, Carla saw how much happier Jim was, too, and so was she. Their sex life was so much better now that she called the shots. She’d decided that penetration would be a very rare treat for him. Her own satisfaction had been virtually guaranteed since she’d trained him in the delicate art of oral worship. Keeping him denied, she’d learned, kept him in a constant state of readiness.

What she’d not anticipated, though, is how much he would come to crave her subjugation and be aroused by her humiliation of him. This part was hard for her to accept at first because she loved him, but once she came to realize how much he desire it, and actually seemed to need it, she realized that it drove him to please her.

Each morning she required Jim to wait patiently, silently, on his knees while she prepared herself in front of the bathroom mirror. She would watch him behind her, in his pink panties, as she put the finishing touches on her morning makeup, just a hint of mascara, not too much. Jim always wore full-cut Vanity Fair nylon panties, a style she would never wear, but  she required for him. Each morning she made him watch her get ready for work because she insisted that he observe what women like her went through each day to present themselves to the world. She demanded that he was never to take women or their beauty for granted. Each day, when she was done at the mirror, she bent forward at the waist, presented her backside to him, and he kissed her ass.

“Thank you, Mistress Carla, for the privilege of watching you prepare for the day, and the honor of kissing your ass.” He stood. “May I get myself ready for the day?”

“You may.” She put a hand on the doorknob, ready to leave the bathroom. “And Jim, remember we’re meeting my mother and my niece Julie for dinner at the Lexington. I’d like you to wear that pretty peach camisole with the lace bodice under your dress shirt and wear a pair of matching panties.”

*********************

Jim and Carla arrived at the restaurant ahead of their guests and were seated at a booth in a quiet corner. They both ordered drinks. “Unbutton the top two buttons on your shirt, Jim. I want the cami to show, the lace, the color.”

Jim swallowed hard but knew better than to disobey. He looked around the busy restaurant, drew a long breath, and did as he was told.

“When my mother and her friend get here, we will be discussing our, well, your situation with them. I want you to tell them that you wear women’s underwear, that I am in charge in our house, that I spank you when you disobey, that you believe that you are inferior to all women.”

“Please Carla…” Jim pleaded. He hung his head, put his hands over his eyes.

“This in not a request, Jim. It is a command. My mother has been hurt and disrespected by men a lot in her life. I know she likes you. It will help her to know that there are men like you, good men who know their place.” Carla reached across the table, took Jim’s hands in hers. He looked up, met her eyes. “Julie is engaged to be married. I want her to know that not all marriages are the same, that some men need to be … let’s just say, managed.”
“But, Carla … I mean, what if? …”

“Enough!” Her tone was firm. “This will be good for you. A lesson in humility. It will be good practice. Very soon we will be having this conversation with some of my friends, too. They’ve been asking.”

Jim withdrew a hand from Carla’s grasp, wiped away a tear. “Okay, okay. I will tell them. Please help me if I get tongue-tied, help me explain.”

Carla smiled, not unsympathetically. “Oh yes, I will. I will tell them that this was all your idea, and I’ll tell them that you ask my permission to kiss my ass every day … and that I let you … if you’ve been a good boy.”

Frilly Fridays & Cuckold Weekends

Please don't take this the wrong way but...

It's been a long week and I'm ready to embrace my femininity as much as possible, kicking it off with a very frilly Friday.

 

Mistress' lover will also be here this weekend.  Perhaps She will make me wear one of those very humbling cuckold outfits!
 

And while we're on the subject of humility, remember to read Part Three of my sissy sister Nancy's "A Change in Their Marriage" here tomorrow morning.   Have a great and girly weekend!

Love,

sissy terrie 💞

Panty Poll - Simply Feminine

Last week's poll featured three Rago panty girdles, identical in style and appearance but each a different color.  It was a true test to see if "sissy pink" would be able to edge its competitors of ruby red and plain white.

It was close vote and maybe not that much of a surprise that the white edged the pink panty girdle.  When it comes to shapewear, girdles, etc. many women and CD's tend to prefer form and function over style.  The simple white panty girdle shown here seemed to have

This week's polls features three panties of similar style but differing characteristics that feature lace, ribbons, bows, flowers and other girly "touche."    Simply put, they're all very feminine.

So to frame this week's poll, let me spell out a specific situation...

You've purchased two pairs of panties at your favorite lingerie store and unbeknownst to you, after the sales lady scans your loyalty card, you discover that your recent purchase allows you to get one free panty for free!  Your choice of panties are limited to these three, each available in your size.

Which one will you choose???

 

 Panty #1

Panty #2

Panty # 3

Poll closes next Wednesday, June 9th at 7 AM.  Which one jumps out at you?  Which one would make you feel more girly?  Or, perhaps the most important question...which one would your "significant other" like to see you wearing?

Love,

sissy terrie 💕💗💙💚💛💜💝

Panty Poll - Patience!

Due to the long holiday weekend the SBR's weekly panty poll will be appear tomorrow morning on these pages.  That means you can still cast your vote for your favorite panty in last week's poll:  Panty Poll - Control Yourself!!!

Time to get out of bed, stretch and get to work!

Love,

sissy terrie 👄

A Sissy's Private Space

By the time I was immersed in a Female Led Marriage with its own set of rules and responsibilities I was already well versed in one of the domestic duties I was required to perform.  I even suggested it to Diane who didn't even think twice about accepting my offer.  Some women just enjoy having a dutiful submissive who carefully hand washes their delicate unmentionables.

It wasn't until my junior year in college that I had the opportunity to enjoy the privacy of my own place.  It was in the suburbs of the city where I went to school and about twenty minutes from campus.  It was actually a small two-room, one bath guest house that provided plenty of privacy; a far cry from my other dressing experiences with my sisters' or mom's  things and the "deep" hiding of any lingerie I might be able to hold on to.  

It was then and there that I grew to enjoy the handwashing of my limited lingerie collection.  I would take the time to wash them with Woolite in the bathroom sink, rinse them, lay them on a towel to soak up excess water, roll the towel and let them sit for a few minutes before hanging them in the bathroom.

Later, I would invest in a small wooden laundry rack as my collection of feminine intimates grew.  I didn't always wait until I had lots of lingerie to wash.  There were times that "accidents" would occur and I had to wash the panties as soon as possible.

I'm sure many of you have similar experiences in your past and probably continue to enjoy handwashing yours and your wife's or girlfriend's panties to this day.

Please tell me I'm not the only one! 

Love,

sissy terrie 💓