Do any of you have special memories about finally having a place of your own where you were free to dress the way you wanted to?
Maybe when you went away to college?
Got your first job and apartment?
Every gurl looks forward to a place of her own!
Love,
sissy terrie 💘
A few photos that spark some sissy thoughts at times, catch my fancy, or nothing in particular....
Feel free to share or add your thoughts on any or all.
Times have changed. Yes yoga pants can be very feminine and flattering, but there's something about hearing an authoritative figure tell you to "Ditch the yoga pants and...."
Sure that's a lovely lingerie ensemble, but I adore that pretty bow in her hair. You?
Sissy confession: my Mom had one of these portable hair dryers when i was real young. Later, when it had been cast aside and sat in the attic, I'd "play" with it when no one was home. Hers was in pink. I loved it. Anyone else remember these?
Took this babydoll with me on a short vacation we took in the Finger Lakes region in New York. They had a pair of matching panties that had two pretty ruffles across the bottom. I wore it one night in a hotel on the shores of Seneca Lake and the panties came off when D wanted to make love to me with Her strap-on. The next night when we stayed in another hotel further north, I couldn't find the panties. Had to have left them in the hotel. Wonder what the housekeepers thought? Thank goodness we didn't leave the strap-on.
Love,
sissy terrie 👄
Mistress and me had a lovely vacation. Time to recharge, relax, reorient and even recommit to our Wife Led Marriage. What could be better?
Vacations are also a time when we tend to overindulge in things other than sex. For instance, enjoying the fine cuisine of whatever part of the country or world we're in. When we return it's back to our norm and the first thing I had to do in her presence was step on the scale.
'Yikes" She said. "Is sissy's corset going to fit her?"
The corset has always been used as a sort of measuring stick along with the scale to see if I'm meeting Her expectations.
She was right, it didn't lace as tightly as it should have.
I'll be pulling out the corset periodically until it fits just the way it should!
Photo courtesy of the beautiful Stephanie from Long Island Staylace.
I'll get there!
Love,
sissy terrie 👄👄👄
p.s. - I missed all of you!
Du.e to my "Wife Led Vacation" (comes with a Wife Led Marriage) there won't be any Panty Poll this week, and probably not any posts.
We're having a wonderful time though and for the record, Diane's the one who's spent the most time braless.
Love,
sissy terrie 👄
Some gurly things that caught my eye on a lazy Sunday morning.
A sheer ruffled panty...
Matching sissy purse and shoes.
And a possible dress for my sissy party in the fall...
Don't worry, invitations to my party haven't gone out yet. There's still time.
Love,
sissy terrie 💅
Earlier this week Diane's lover Karl stopped by. It was a planned visit with the purpose of seeing one another before we left on our vacation this weekend. Their intimacies began as soon as She got home from work. There was a break for dinner, a swim in the pool and he stayed the night. They both got their fix.
In the "middle" of it all, some time before they both drifted off to sleep, I was called to the master bedroom to serve the two of them as a good sissy cuckold often does. My duties involved oral service for the both of them after they'd had sex. Karl was first but only for a brief moment before he suggested I tend to Diane, which I did.
Diane's satisfaction from the sex with Karl was evident, as was Her surprisingly elevated state of arousal. I've spent enough time between Her beautiful thighs to be able to tell when She's highly aroused. This was one of those times and it didn't take long for Her to have another orgasm. This time from my oral attention as opposed to Karl's more manly ways. I thought my time with them would be called "over" but it wasn't. Karl wanted, and needed attention.
"What about me?" he asked in a more demanding than asking tone of voice. It surprised me. Apparently, laying by Diane's side and observing as I attended to Her made him "rise" to an equally elevated state of arousal. "It's my turn" he said.
It was more of a direct order from him than any I'd ever experienced. It wasn't said in a demeaning or angry way, but his intentions were certainly made known. I made eye contact with Diane and Her smile was all I needed to know that I should follow through with it. I did. While Diane watched and teased me a bit, Karl held my head in place, moaned with evident enjoyment and in what seemed like a longer time than Diane took, had an orgasm. Diane urged me to take it like a "good girl."
They both thanked me for my services and I was dismissed.
Similar scenes have played out like this before, but not in such a powerful way. Part of it was the timing of it, the element of surprise, Diane's active/passive role, my own willingness and Karl's firm but understanding demeanor.
It led to some pretty deep reflection on my part. Beginning with my earliest crossdressing experiences I thought about how I would never have thought about doing such a thing with another man. I would go out of my way to avoid and even decry any hint of bisexuality and insist I was one of those "totally heterosexual crossdressers" I had read about. I realized that as I matured and experimented with increasing levels of dressing and femininity, a change had come about. Eventually, I went through with the urges I was experiencing.
I also realized that for me, my bisexual urges have everything to do with femininity. I could never, and Diane knows this, do what I did with Karl if I wasn't dressed in a feminine way. For the record, I was in a short pink sleeveless nightgown with white Vanity Fair Lace Nouveau panties. If I were dressed as a "male" I couldn't go through with it.
When I slip on a pair of panties, I feel very femme and become very submissive...
Simply put, "the panties made me do it."
Love,
sissy terrie 👄
Diane can be very demanding. As the submissive partner in a Female Led Marriage I readily accept it. She becomes even more so during the days leading up to a well deserved vacation. I'm responsible for packing most things for the both of us, and taking care of last minute details...
"I want to see some ruffles on you this vacation. Pack accordingly!"
"I don't want to see anything in the panty hamper before we leave!"
"I'm thinking I might want you in a bra all the time. Try to pack those that won't draw too much attention to you."
"I want everything ironed before you pack it."
"And bring a few toys. You know the ones I like."
Fortunately, we tend to like the same toys.
Love,
sissy terrie 💓💓💓
