Fully Feminine Friday

Things you might find if you snuck into a sissy's room...

Love,

sissy terrie

"Kiss My Ass"

Happy Thursday!  

 

Today's pictorial effort features a "fuller" version of femininity.  I've long had a lust for women with curves, particularly those who aren't afraid to flaunt their features.  

Ruffles always get my attention.  Especially these. 

This beauty and her panty could have been featured in yesterday's Panty Poll with that beautiful bow.  She puts me in a very submissive frame of mind. And I start to fantasize....

"Would you like to kiss my ass Terrie?" She might ask.

"Of course Ma'am.  I would love to kiss those beautiful cheeks!" I would answer in my most sincere tone of voice.

"Well then, hurry along and put some pretty lipstick on and get back here so you can plant a big kiss on each of my cheeks."

"Yes Ma.am!" And off I go.

Mission accomplished.

I love to kiss, lick, tongue and worship a beautiful bottom; and not just on the cheeks

Love,

sissy terrie 💋💋💋

p.s.  Just curious if any other submissives either begin or end the day (or both) with a kiss on their Dominant's ass?  Or any Dom/mes out there demand such a thing?

Panty Poll - Big Sissy Bows

 

 

This week's panty poll features a trio of panties each with a prominently placed and beautiful sissy bow.  I have this "thing" for bows no matter where they're placed or what they're on.  So...I hope you enjoy all of these as much as I do and can figure out which is your favorite!

Will it be Panty #1, a very seductive pink panty with a peek-a-boo hole in the back that's made to leave a little something to the imagination...

Or Panty #2 with an oversized velvet bow that drapes beautifully over the rear of this dainty backseamed panty?

Or maybe Panty #3 which was submitted by an admirer of mine (male) who said he would love to see me modeling this for him.  I'm sorry, but I'm blushing now.

Polling closes Wednesday, June 16th at 7:00 AM.  

Next week's Panty Poll:  Panties that sissy babies might enjoy.

Love,

sissy terrie 💓💘💖

Petticoat Punishment

 

Today's "Two for Tuesday" topics revolve around both petticoats and punishment; two words that in the sissy vernacular are often used side by side.   More than a year ago over at what is now my Dominant Wife's blog "To Love Honor & Obey" I posted the following:

Petticoat Punishment

There comes a point in a sissy's life when, once they've accepted who they are and feel comfortable about it with friends, wearing petticoats is no longer considered "punishment" but actually a treat.

What's real punishment is receiving a spanking at the hands of a woman while she's wearing the petticoat, and you aren't.

 

In another, unrelated post I wrote:

To some of us the term "Petticoat Punishment" is quite the oxymoron....

Show me a sissy who's being punished in petticoats and I'll show you a very happy sissy! 

Many of us have no doubt been titillated by the Victorian tales of mothers, nannies, governess' and the like using the power of the petticoat to rein in their unruly sons, nephews or wards.  Among the most famous of these is the feminization classic "Gynecocracy," an autobiography by Viscount Ladywood, the pseudonym for the "poor" Julian/Julia who's subjected to heavy doses of dominance and forced crosdressing.  The novel is available on Amazon Kindle.

I don't want to belabor the powerful effects petticoats have on us.  Like many things we "enjoy", the dichotomy that exists between the joys of wearing a petticoat and the abject humiliation we experience by doing so, the act results and a beautiful and delicious feeling of erotic bliss that's difficult to describe.  Let's just leave it at that.

I also wanted to share three beautiful pictures from Pond Girl Allison (aka Betty Jane) of Petticoat Pond fame.  The photos also include some cute notes that she included on the back of her pictures.  I captioned the notes in case you weren't able to make them out.

"For all my Betty Jane fans.  I used my big fan so you can see her petticoats."

"Is this skirt big enough? I used to choose my petticoats first then pick out a skirt that looks good with the petticoat I've chosen.  It can be a pretty frustrating time."  Betty Jane

"Blowing Betty Jane's skirt and petticoats up with a large fan."

Stop by Petticoat Pond when you're browsing around looking for gurly things.  They update the website daily and you can find a link to it at the top of my blog listings.

Remember, the fuller the petticoat you're wearing, the more powerful the fan you'll want to blow it up and get the full feminizing effect!!!

Love,

sissy terrie 👄

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.”