Wants vs. Needs

From Women of Authority

 

I enjoyed 23 orgasms in 2025.  That number may seem unremarkable to many but for me, that's nearly twice my average number since I've been locked in chastity.  When I expressed my gratitude to Diane more than a month ago She simply told me not to mistake Her generosity as a sign of weakness.  I've not had one since.  "You don't need that many" She added. 

I should also mention that 13 of those orgasms took place while I was locked in chastity; 'everything' taking place within the confines of my baby pink Holy Trainer chastity device.  

It seems like the increase in Her libido in 2025 is likely to manifest itself with a decrease in my own orgams in 2026.

My own libido hasn't changed and I would still enjoy having orgasms as often as possible, though none of them remotely resembling the orgasms that the average male enjoys.

As Diane loves to remind me: "Real men fuck their wives.  Sissies don't."

Love,

sissy terrie  💕

Sissy Thrills

Sissy Bumps.....

The thrill of putting on a new pair of panties never goes away, nor does the excitement.  Some things are routine but when I get a new pair of panties, either as a gift or panties that I've purchased myself, there's an intoxicating feel to it.

The thrill isn't just a sexual one.  But there definitely is a sexual component to it. Being locked in chastity hasn't changed that at all.   I still feel the sexual excitement, it's just not noticeable.

 

 

Yet fond memories remain of many instances, some private and some not so private, when I just couldn't hide my excitement.

Love,

sissy terrie 👄

TGIF - And Not Something Else

I spent part of the last day of 2025 packing for a short getaway with Mistress and Her lover Karl.   I did my very best to remember everything, including things that the two of them might want while we're away.  A good submissive puts their focus on their Domme's needs before theirs.  Perhaps a little too much at times.

"Did you pack my strap-on?" Mistress asked me yesterday.  I had to admit that I hadn't.

"Why not?" She asked me.

I was up front and honest.  I told Her I was totally focused on Her needs and no so much concerned with mine when it came to sexual pleasures.

She thought that was a good answer but countered that since She was going to enjoy some lovemaking over the next few days, then so should I.   

"Well maybe I'll just have to give you a prostate exam.  Find a Walgreen's and get some lube and gloves" She said with a sexy smile.

I was relieved.  My bum could never handle Karl's manhood!

I bought the lube and gloves.  Now it's just a matter of waiting.

Love,

sissy terrie 👄

 

Happy New Year

I hope every submissive reader of this blog got to pop and enjoy some bubbly with their Mistress this evening..

 Here's to a joyful 2026 filled with loving FemDom and femininity for all!

love,

sissy terrie 

Another Year in Chastity

Tomorrow will mark the 11th anniversary of O/our (Diane and mine) commitment to a chastity lifestyle for me.  If we are being totally honest, I don't believe either one of us would have thought that we would remain faithful to it as long as we have.  I don't know exactly when the "turning point" was, we came to the conclusion that I will remain locked until it is no longer physically possible to do so.

Lots has happened in our lives since this journey began on 1/1/15.  Through it all, because of our mutual commitment this lifestyle, my chastity was almost an "afterthought", a part of our lives that didn't preoccupy us but was simply "always there."

All that being said, I want to share with you a post from Diane's now "silent" blog - To Love, Honor & Obey" - that I wrote on January 1, 2020.

Wednesday, January 1, 2020

 
2020 - Five Years in Chastity

 

 On January 1, 2015 we embarked on a commitment to a lifestyle of chastity for me.  It was a significant milestone in our Wife Led Marriage one that neither one of us took lightly.

We'd "toyed" with it in the past until Diane found it too high maintenance and tired of my whining.  My complaints of discomfort would lead to my being let out only to find me begging to be locked again.  It was all too much for Her.

"If we're going to do this again, I want you locked at least 50% of the time" She said towards the end of 2019.  I agreed, and so it began.   It was a special holiday for us. 

 

 

Within a couple of weeks I found myself locked more than that and decided to try sleeping in my CB-6000.  It was painful but I put up with it.  Soon, I was locked more than 75%, then 90%....and so it went.

Daily spreadsheets sent to Diane and eventually Her lover Karl documented my progress. 

It's been five years now and I'm proud to say that I am now locked basically full time.  I'm now over 99% since we started. 

We've gone through several cages and settled on my pink Holy Trainer and another stainless steel cage.  I've been discovered a few times while going through scanners at airports and raised a few eyebrows.  I get anxious about it but its worth it.  Most of the time I slip through without any extra attention; an indication that TSA has obviously seen this all before. 

At this point there's no turning back.  Long term chastity has caused penile atrophy and full erections are a thing of the distant past.  I orgasm once per month on average and often it's when I'm locked.  When I'm "out" my little "softies" make the orgasms feel very, very feminine.

Joyfully, I wouldn't have it any other way.

Happy New Year and may your 2020 be filled with many joys and blessings.

Love,

sissy terri

A special thank you to all of our loyal followers over the years, those who are just joining us and people who just stop by.  You've been special to both of us, particularly during more difficult times.  Diane will probably join me here on this blog over the next few months (trying to get her added as an 'author' is more difficult than I thought - I just can't seem to get it to work) and we wish you nothing but the best in 2026.

 

Love,

 

Ms Diane & sissy terrie  👄👄👄

For the Love of Girdles

I haven't ordered anything from Rago for a long time.  I get an email just about every day from them and to be honest, I often don't even look at it.  I should.  I've always loved the feeling and of a girdle not to mention the whole idea of why women wear them.  They've certainly lost their popularity from a fashion perspective, but I'm sure they will never lose their allure and feminine mystique.

I hope you enjoy this short clip.   This woman really seems to love her girdle... 

 ...and can you blame her?

Love,

sissy terrie 💝 

p.s. I'm trying a new font on my blog.  Let me know if you like/don't like it! 

A Sissy's Surprise

Just gazing at this picture made me swoon.  But the accompanying piece of flash fiction just adds to its allure.  Thanks to the tumblr blog  AI Satin Chic!!!

Luke nudged open the door to suite 507, shouldered his bag inside, and stopped dead.

Something white and voluminous caught the corner of his eye, draped across the armchair like an uninvited guest.

He let the door click shut behind him. He set his carry-on down with exaggerated care, as though any sudden movement might make it vanish – or worsen.

Only then did he look directly at it.

Layers of white organza spilled over the seat in careful folds, the full skirt claiming most of the chair's seat. A broad pink satin sash cinched the waist, its long tails trailing onto the carpet in two deliberate ribbons. Late sunlight slanted through the window and set the fabric alight, turning it almost incandescent.

This was his room – he’d double-checked the key card, confirmed the upgrade at the desk. Corner suite, fifth floor, city view he’d quietly expensed as “client entertainment.” He was alone. Three days of panels, handshakes, and overpriced hotel wine. No wife, no girlfriend, no one who would have any reason to leave something like this behind.

Luke crossed the room slowly. The air carried lemon polish and starched linen. Housekeeping had been through – chocolates on the pillows, towels sculpted into ornate fans. They wouldn’t have overlooked a dress.

Up close it was unmistakably expensive - tiny hand-stitched seams, mother-of-pearl buttons marching down the spine, the sort of quiet craftsmanship his sister had obsessed over at her wedding fittings. Not costume. Not disposable.

He reached out and brushed the sash. The satin slid under his fingertips like cool water. He lifted the bodice slightly, searching for a tag, an explanation.

There: Size 10. Dry clean only.

Size ten.

He was a men’s medium, five-nine in shoes, maybe five-ten if he stood straight. The waist looked narrow, but not cruelly so. He caught himself measuring it against his own hands before he realised what he was doing.

He dropped the fabric as if it burned him.

Previous guest, obviously. Someone forgot it. Housekeeping missed it in the rush. Simple. He’d call down, they’d send someone up, apologise profusely, and that would be that.

The phone sat on the desk beside the television, the reception number printed neatly on the tent card. One call. Two minutes tops.

He picked up the receiver. It felt heavier than it should.

He glanced back at the dress. The sash had shifted – or maybe he had – its pink tail now brushing the toe of his shoe, as though it had reached for him.

His finger hovered over the button.

The room was very quiet. Outside, traffic murmured five floors below. Inside, only his breathing and the faint rustle of organza whenever the air conditioning stirred.

He could picture it - the apologetic knock, the maid’s quick retrieval, the dress vanishing down the corridor in a garment bag. Gone. Story over.

Or he could put the phone down. Just for a minute.

Luke’s hand tightened around the receiver as he bit his lip.

(By the way, this image was *really* difficult to make!)

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Hope you enjoyed this as much as I did. 

Wouldn't a sequel be awesome?  

Love,

sissy terrie 👄