The Missing Sissy

Many bloggers have a way of disappearing.  If not forever, some for an extended period of time.  My own blog has been rather dormant at times and that of my Mistress' "To Love Honor & Obey" had its own dark period.  

But when a blog that's been one of my favorites just disappears I get a little worried and just hope that the author is okay.  This happened just a few days ago when the blog "Saragirl's Sissy Confessions" ceased to exist.  Clicking on the link I had gave me the message that the blog had been removed.

I do hope the author is ok.  I'll miss the blog and Sara's work.

xox

sissy terrie 💔

Polka Dots & Ruffles

 How much femininity or sissiness can you pack into one panty or lingerie ensemble???

Ruffles, bows, polka dots, ribbons, garters and thigh highs.....phew.

And pink besides!

love,

sissy terrie 💋

The Power of Words

 "There is nothing so powerful as truth - and often nothing so strange."

                                                                                             Daniel Webster

Oral eroticism isn't limited to physical or tactile activities like kissing, sucking and licking to make contact with someones body or genital areas.

Oral eroticism also includes the spoken word.  

The latter "touches" the human mind.

Which do YOU think has the more profound effect?

Love,

sissy terrie 💕

Washing Their Panties

Labor Day used to always symbolize the end of summer for me when I was a kid.  School never started until after the holiday.  It was a clear separation from the wild freedom of summer and the stricter routine of the school year.  As you get older, that separation of summer vacation and the school year gets increasingly blurred and vague.

In this part of the country, the school year actually starts in early August.   I don't think there are many school districts that wait for Labor Day to start their years.  There's no cooler weather where we are either.  We are still routinely hitting 100 degrees every day.  We just returned from some somewhat cooler weather by the ocean, but there's no real relief in sight for a drop in temperatures.

Vacations always mean that when I get back home, there's a pile, or two..or sometimes even three...of dainty delicates that need hand washing.  Diane's best friend Linda accompanied us on our getaway.  She's fully aware of our lifestyle and isn't shy about taking advantage of the services and duties a sissy wife like me can provide.

That's where the third pile of "dainty delicates" comes from.  I'll be hand washing Linda's lingerie today and delivering it to her either tomorrow or Friday. 

I hope I am "up" for the task!

Love,

sissy terrie 👄👄

The Sissy Size Dilemma

Note:  Today's post comes from a reader and follower of the blog who muses on the topic of penis size and how it relates to sissies like us.  I'm sure we'll recognize ourselves in some of the things she brings up.  Enjoy!

 

I admitted it to myself years ago that I am a sissy. I wear panties every day. I live to serve Women. When I think about “having sex” with my Wife, I do not think about intercourse because She does not allow penetration, has not for years.

There was a time in my life that I used to feel bad that I had a small penis. (I won’t say how small I am. I will just say that it is not over four inches.) But now, now that I’ve accepted my status in life as a sissy, I am happy to be small. It makes sissy life easier.

Panties of various styles fit better, and often no bulge is visible even without a tuck. When I do tuck (often), there is little discomfort and achieving a smooth frontal appearance is easy with only a light control brief.

If I’m not tucked and out in public and happen to get an erection, it is (of course) not noticeable at all. My wife likes to make teasing comments when we are out to see if She can “get a rise” out of me, and I must tell Her if I become erect because She can’t tell even if She stares right at my crotch. Related to teasing, my small size gives Her plenty of material to tease me about. Even though I’ve come to prefer my small size, I still find it extremely humiliating to be reminded about it – or “threatened” that She will reveal it to Her friends.

There was a time, years ago, when I foolishly used to wish that I “had a big one.” But, no more. Since I have accepted that I am a sissy and since my Wife only allows me to pleasure Her with my mouth and with Her vibrator (which is larger than me, of course and as she loves to point out “has much more lasting power”), size truly doesn’t matter. I am proud to be small!

I’ve often wondered if it is more common for males with small penises to become sissies. I do think I was born this way. I first wore panties when I was very young. 

 

Many thanks to my anonymous friends.  The line that I absolutely love is "I am proud to be small."  How beautiful!  Talk about accepting ourselves for who we really are.  

Editor's note:  I added the picture :)

 

Love,

 

sissy terrie

Shared Sissy Intimacies

I correspond with a dear sissy friend nearly every day.  It's been going on for several years now.  She reached out to me one day and told me how she had been following Diane and my original blog that we "sunsetted" quite some time ago.

We discovered just how much we had in common.  She's a few years older than me but we more or less grew up around the same time, with similar family backgrounds and early crossdressing experiences. Our relationship has blossomed and simply put, there's nothing that i wouldn't share with her.  We call ourselves "sissy sisters."

"So, what is my sissy sister wearing today?"

We do silly things like have "Matching Panty Days."  Today is one of those days and we're both in matching pink "Dixie Belle" panties.

I promise to write more about my special sissy girlfriend in the future but for now I just want to say how lucky I am to have her in my life.

Love,

sissy terrie 👄

Painful Memories

My first chastity device was actually a CB-3000,  a molded plastic cage that was quite popular when male chastity began it's rise in popularity decades ago.  It was clear and colorless and quite frankly, with all its little spaces capable of inflicting serious pain because of all the pinching it caused, very, very uncomfortable.  

I then graduated to the CB-6000 which, pleasing to many sissies who liked being locked, came in pink.  No less comfortable, it was the cage Diane put me in when it became time to "put up or shut up" about wanting to be in chastity.  I endured the pain and pinching but only a short while.  Diane then ordered me my first steel cage called the Jailbird.  Though still very restrictive, it was far more comfortable than the CB series.  I would be put back into the CB-3000 when there was need for me to go through metal detectors.  Instead of the little brass locks, Diane would use numbered plastic locks to keep me secure. 

Here's a photo that brings back memories of the CB-3000 and CB-6000.  I'd recognize those keys anywhere...

...as I would Diane's leather crop, which used to be Her favorite disciplinary toy in those days.  

Love,

sissy terrie