What a chilly day!

Wow, what a cold day yesterday was! I spent 4 hours sitting on the cold garage floor with just my jeans and pink panties to keep my tushy warm. I was cold all evening! I considered misbehaving just so my Mistress-Wife could get the paddle out and warm it up but at the last minute decided that that would be wrong.

Why?

Well, when you consider the role i've chosen for myself, that of a subservient sissy, intentional misbehavior isn't being true to who i am. Manipulating my Goddess like that simply doesn't fit in with the whole concept of sissyhood. It just isn't right for me to consider myself over Her.

So, in short, i was a good sissy. I fixed the car, and cleaned the house, and behaved myself in true sissyness. I wrecked my nails though.

Perhaps i'll have to give myself a manicure today. Icky dirty, ragged nails are just too boyish. I definitely think it's time for a good buffing and filing. Maybe even a coat of clear polish... I wish i could cover them with the pink that my toesies are but alas i'll have to save that for my next stay at home sissy day.

After a day of dirty boy stuff, i ready for an extra frilly underthings day. Is it too garish to wear a lacy teddy under my work clothes? I so enjoy sneaking a hand into my business shirt and pulling my spaghetti straps back up. With my panty shield in place i can listen to the wonderful Mistress's audio files in the car as i drive all over the state. Maybe i'll take my boy shirt off and show my frillies as i drive down lonely stretches of country road...sigh....

By the way! There's a ton of awesome new recordings by the glorious Mistresses. Ms' Grace, I love your laugh. How do You keep Your voice sounding so sweet but still have such power? And Ms' Prudence, what a wonderful addition to the school staff. You've already given great advice on how to be a sissy! We are looking forward to learning more about You! And Ms' Ally, always the virtuoso, You've outdone yourself. I still wonder how You knew i have curls....silly sissy, Goddess know everything!!

Have a fun day girls!!

'bria

Hello Ladies!

I's monday morning and i'm getting ready to do some work my car. I have to go to the auto parts store and get the things i need to replace my front brakes. Yippie. Just what i need, a day on the floor of the cold garage under the car.

I wonder what would happen if the guys in the store knew that i had on a string bikini and toenail polish the same color as the background of this page. I wonder what would happen if my Wife-Mistress told me to make sure that some part of that pretty pink was visable.

Thinking about that should give me something to keep me warm as i make my car safe!

Welcome back, Ms' Ally! Hope you had a nice birthday getaway!!

Kisses,

'bria

Here's the story, it's just a fantasy

I'll illustrate it as the mystical blog picture posting god allows!

My Mistress-Wife came home from work yesterday after a difficult day. She was extremely agitated and, as usual, worked out her frustrations on me.

I greeted her as i am supposed to, on my knees wearing only the panties she set out for me to wear under my work clothes earlier in the day with a drink in one hand outstretched for her, eyes downcast. Without saying a word, She snatched the drink and downed it in one gulp, never a good sign. She glared at me for several minutes as i knelt there then an evil look entered her eyes.

"Get me another drink, sissy." She said. I've only been home a few minutes but I can see that you haven't completed your list of chores!
She stormed into the living room and stood in front of her favorite chair. I scurried over to remove her shoes and stockings, hoping to give no further offence. I was confused; i thought i had done all my chores well that day. My Mistress-Wife gave a little sigh of relief as she sat and smiled in pleasure at my gentle touch as i began to massage her pretty toes. I rubbed her feet and calves and she looked to be relaxing.

"Good, maybe she's not in such a bad mood after all." i thought. She lifted Her skirt a little and told me to rub her thighs as well. Since she's extremely ticklish, i had to be very careful here! I could tell she was becoming aroused and wasn't surprised when she told me to remove her wonderful sexy panties. She stretched her legs, then opened them a little and grabbed a handful of my hair with the hand not holding her drink and pulled my head between her legs. I slowly began licking her closely trimmed pussy, gradually getting closer and closer to glorious crevice between them.

I knew that it was my job to clean Her pussy every night after she came home from work. If I played my cards right and did a good job she would sink into my ministrations and have me bring her to several orgasms. Tonight she wasn't feeling very charitable however. I tried every trick i knew to arouse her sexually, to channel her energy into pleasure instead of the evening of pain and humiliation i saw on the horizon. Knowing She is a highly active woman sexually, i knew it was a bad sign when she abruptly grabbed my hair again, rubbed her very wet pussy all over my face and pushed me roughly away. Giving my Mistress-Wife only one orgasm is like pouring gas onto an already raging fire. I knew i was in deep trouble.

She reached beside her chair and grabbed the paddle she keeps there for the times when she gets this way, and said she had a problem with one of my weekly chores. My duties around the house fall into daily, weekly, monthly, and yearly categories. Failure in one of them was punished by according to it's frequency. The more rare the chore the greater the punishment. I knew what was coming. My Mistress-Wife looked at me with dangerous eyes and said that as she was entering the house she noticed that the yard had not been mowed in quite some time.

I wanted to protest that I had mowed just 3 days ago but realized at the last moment that she didn't care. She pulled me over her lap and started spanking my bottom over my silky panties, which did nothing to prevent the stinging swats from quickly turning my tush bright red. She knows that for some perverse reason this gets me excited and quickly noticed a tiny hardness pressing insistently into her leg. I could almost see the smile on her beautiful face as my Mistress-Wife chose to be offended by the growing dark spot in the front of the pink satin string bikini panties I was wearing. She quickly dumped me onto the floor and ordered me to bend over the couch. She pulled my panties down to my knees and grabbed the paddle. I could hear the whoosh as it swept through the air and felt the hot sting as she brought it down on my already sore bottom. Six more times I felt the painful sting as she made me count each stroke. Then i thanked her for teaching me Her lesson.

She was feeling just mean enough to order me to slap in my largest plug and secure it on the harness and to put on my "daisy duke" cut-off shorts, girly sandals and nothing else, climb up on the rider mower and get busy on the lawn. She knew what torture i would feel in the hot late afternoon sun as my sweat dripped onto the sore spots and my legs came in contact with the burning hot seat of the mower. Since I had an acre to mow, i was in for a rough time, bouncing on my sore bottom.

I was sure that the neighbors could all see the welts on my legs as i rode around and the around the yard. I knew that they no longer wondered about my mowing habits since they had gotten used to them after so many years but i still wondered if the nosy folks across the street laughed when they saw my overly fleshed body bouncing around on the mower, or if they knew that the pink they saw peaking out of the carefully located holes in my shorts was from my cute girly frillies. I was pretty sure that they didn't know about the occasional butt plug but i often saw my Mistress-Wife over talking to them and pointing in my direction and then they would all laugh. My Mistress-Wife knows my fears and plays them up every chance she gets.

By the time i was done with the lawn i knew that i was late getting dinner started. I also knew that this was not the day for that to happen. It turned out, i was right. She had already ordered pizza, which is good since i love pizza, but she had to have her twist on it. It was being delivered. I thought that that was nice since my rear was already sore and a ride in the car wouldn't have helped anything. I went into the house and she told me she was disgusted with the way i smelled of sweat and mower exhaust and ordered me to get cleaned up quickly.

Getting cleaned up was a ritual that involved washing everything and shaving everything, yes everything except for my head. I lathered up and made sure that my chin, pits, crotch, legs, arms and tush were free of hair. While i was showering my Mistress-Wife had laid out my clothes for the evening. She wanted me in my slutty French maid's outfit, complete with apron and a pretty frilly maid's cap. There was a matching lacy bra to wear and i saw that She had put little disks of extra fine sandpaper in the cups. Yes Goddess.


I came out of the bedroom in my pretty outfit and Mistress-Wife giggled and handed me a pair of sexy black high heeled shoes, the kind with the strap that goes around the ankle and a 4 inch heel. She told me to hurry as i bent over to put them on and she gave my sore bottom a playful slap and giggled again as i gasped. I straightened up and she ordered me to pose for her so she could apply my make up. Not much, just some bright lipstick and mascara. She didn't want me to look like a woman. She wanted me to look like a sissy boy in panties and ladies clothes.

Just then the doorbell rang, the pizza was here. Mistress-Wife handed me her purse and told me to go to the door and get it. I was horrified at the thought that the delivery boy would see me in my outfit. I started to protest but Mistress-Wife said that i looked enough like a girl that the delivery man might not notice. I started whining again and she reached behind the door and brought out Mable, Her two inch wide, foot and a half long black leather strap. I gulped and went to the door. Oh crap, it wasn't a delivery boy, it was a delivery woman. She was about 23 or so and very cute. We live in a college town and there is no end of opportunities for Mistress-Wife to humiliate me! The pretty brunette's eyes widened in disbelief as I opened the door. She never said anything abot it but I could see her trying not to burst out laughing. I paid for the pizza and told her to keep the change. She said "Thank you, miss!" with a grin. I blushed and went back into the kitchen. I as the pizza woman drove away I saw her laughing into her cell phone. Oh, great.

Mistress-Wife had a big smile on her face and asked me how I liked my little adventure. I mumbled that i hated it and she grinned even bigger and told me to lift my skirt up. I blushed and lifted it up. Mistress-Wife burst out laughing as she saw my little hard-on poking my panties out from my body and yet another spot of precum that had darkened an area the size of a nickel. "Don't try to lie to me my little sissy panty boy" she said, mockingly, "My little toy there always gives you away!"

Happy Birthday Ms' Ally!!!

Hope you have a super lacey, frilly birthday Ms' Ally!
I have a story to post in celebration of your B' day. I'm just finishing the illustrating....

'bria

'bria is in a bad place this evening!

Hi Ladies,

I'm not going to post too much this evening, you wouldn't want to hear the foul things i'd have to say about the &%*&*$@!! company i work for!! I hope they're all forced to wear tighty whiteys forever! That'll teach them to rip me off! (or should i pull their hair?)

In through the nose, one...out through the mouth, two, three. (yup, Lamaze breathing exercises)

On a much brighter note, i just discovered that Ms' Ally has a new audio up!! How did i not know that? I can't wait to hear it!! The responses to it have piqued my sissy curiosity. 'Bria needs to let go and let somebody take control for a while. This is just what the doctor ordered. Bless you, Ms' Ally!

Sweet dreams dear ones,

'bria

Ms' Ally

A response:

Ms' Ally asked about my Mistress-Wife (i like that!) so i thought a few more words about the subject might be a good idea. Although she is supportive of my penchant for panties, and is coming more and more to understand it, she isn't completely comfortable with it. It's kind of like she sees it as hobby. She's interested and supportive but not deeply involved. She sews, i wear panties .... weird huh? She really likes the bossing around aspects and since i'm more comfortable taking orders, things work out nicely!

She knows that i look at sissy stuff on line, and she looks at panties with me, but she'd be surprised to see that i was actually writing about it in a blog. Surprised, not angry or upset. She would probably get a kick out of it. On one hand, i'm constantly surprised at how much she understands. I have a name bracelet my father gave me a long time ago. It was never inscribed, just blank (maybe i'll tell you about him someday, my father, not my step dad). She wants to take it and get my real name engraved on one side and "Sissy" on the other. She's interested in my desire to get my nipples pierced and even suggested a it as a reward for good behavior. She wants to do me in makeup one day. She thinks i should get some jewelry.

I think she's more accepting than i give her credit for. On the other hand, i don't want to push too hard or too fast.

I worked pretty late tonight and it was nice she came up behind me and reached around and gave my nipples a friendly little squeeze and said she was glad i was home. What a nice Lady!


Sweet Dreams!

'bria

PS She's seen my pseudonym but doesn't know it's full implications...

Life with a sissy

Good evening Ladies!

I had a nice sissy day. Gave myself a manicure, took a nice bubble bath, pranced around in my laciest pretties and worked on a project. I learned today that it isn't a good idea to sand woodwork in a dress and heels.....duh. Guess i'll have to get some girly jeans and work shirts! Oh darn, I'll have to add more onto my femme wardrobe. Sigh... Giggle.

I've been looking at my posts and other's as well and i've decided that my level of sissyness is sort of low. I've never, well almost never (ask, maybe i'll expound on that), had any kind of boy with boy contact. I've had all sorts of fantasys that include that sort of thing, but don't really have the desire to actually do it. I think i've mentioned before that i'm more interested in serving women. That brings us to today's topic. The woman to whom i belong....

I've been married for 15 years. My wife knows that i enjoy dressing in panties and my other oddities as well. She's supportive to the extent that she has even purchased several sexy frillies for my collection and always giggles when She sees my the panties i happen to be wearing that day. She knows when i have a cami on, and smiles when i adjust my hose or 'de-floss' my tush. She borrows my shoes, tennies as well as that black pair in the picture below. When She has a new pair of shoes that are a little tight, i get the priviledge of working them in for her. It's been interesting training a Mistress...

My trip down sissy lane hasn't been very direct or quick. When we were dating, she found the lone pair of panties i had and she thought i was cheating. Of course i told her that they must have accidentally come from somebody else's laundry from the laundromat (actually, that was the truth, but it wasn't an accident). She thought i was drunk on our honeymoon and she put me in her sexy lingerie but i wasn't! That was the one of the best experiences i'd ever had! I finally allowed myself to get caught. She was a little spooked but she took it in stride. I slowly revealed a little more, and a little more over time. It's only been in the last two or three years that she has really understood that panties aren't a passing pash for me.

She is who she is. Sometimes i may wish she were more forceful or more strict but it comes back to the sissy name i've chosen. I'm not there to whine and beg her to follow my whims. 'Bria is there to do her bidding. She's learning that and is slowly starting to use me that way. If She decided today that She didn't want to play any more, the panties would go back into hiding. She wouldn't do that though. If some day she told me to service a man, i would but i don't think She'd do that to me either. She's coming along. And She's figured out if i'm the maid, She gets a clean house!

There's just so much more to a dynamic relationship than can be explained here. We love each other, that's all.

G'night dear ones.

Love,

'bria

PS It's late, did any of that make sense?

PPS I'm thinking of writing a story for Ms' Ally's birthday. Any suggestions?

Defeats the purpose...

I was looking at panties on eBay (just getting ideas), and saw these. Isn't the whole point of wearing panties the thrill of knowing that my panties are made for a woman to wear and knowing that my panties are at least as sexy as hers? It seems to me that these are just pink boy underwear with a sleeve.
I mean, if they are designed for a boy to wear, what's the point? I suppose if one had something to stick in the sleeve, it might be a thrill......

The color and the fabric are nice though!

Have a fun, lacy day!

'bria

The first time?

I'm sitting here in my pink bikini panties wondering if i have the nerve to tell you about my first sexual experience with another person. I can tell you that it wasn't until i was 21 years old. I can tell you that she was beautiful, imperious, smart and sexy. I was under her spell for four years! She was never intentionally dominant, but it was easy to see that i was enthralled by her from the beginning.

I know she cared about me. She watched out for me, she was the ringleader, she was my protector, she was my downfall, she was magnificent. It 's weird that i can't remember how we met. She was a mean drunk. I followed her around like a puppy.

I think she trained me, all unknowing, in how to be her servant. She asked, i provided. She decided, i followed. She never knew that i was her slave. She never knew that i wore panties in the laundry room. I never played with any of her panties, it would have seemed like sacrilege. I also didn't want to give her that kind of ammunition.

We had sex once. At least she did, i tried. Hard. She thought that i had climaxed, we used protection. I thought at the time that it was just performance anxiety. After all, i had been a solo performer for about 7 years. As i write this, i wonder if perhaps there was a deeper meaning. She was on a solid gold pedastal of my creation. Finalizing that act with her would have tarnished her in my eyes. It may very well be that i wasn't able to do that to my mistress.

Of course, at the time, i had no idea that there was such a thing as a mistress. I didn't discover that until i discovered the internet. I didn't know that there were such things as sissies or mistresses, or anything like that. When i found them on the internet, many things came into focus.

I'm not sure i portrayed our relationship with anything resembling reality, it's merely a remembered time of my life, filtered through years of experiences, epiphanies, and a few mind altering substances!

Not light reading but part of the creation of a sissy anyway. That was the almost sex. I ended my last post with a qestion and i'll ask it again.
Is it really sex if i didn't cum?

Maybe tomorrow i'll tell you about one of my earliest fantasies, it's really weird!

Hi Ladies!

How about a quick episode in the sissy story this evening?

I think, last time i mentioned it, our heroine was just embarking on a new life in the scary and uncaring world of college life. I had a lot of firsts at college. In fact, my very first night, i got my first drunk, first throwing up from drinking and my first hang over! Wow, what a thrill. Bed spins.
I ran into a few obstacles too. My days of active panty wearing was over for a while but, after all, i was a growing boy, i found that it was difficult to find time to resolve issues of sexual tension. I was a horny little shit. With three or four other boys in the room, privacy was hard to come by. The only place it was relatively safe to "entertain myself" was in the shower. Until i got caught, apparently i was taking too long and the next boy in line got impatient. It's a good thing i was all soaped up, or i'd have spent the rest of my dorm life as "tiny". Did you know that soap isn't a very good lubricant for that sort of thing? Friction burns........

Things were definitely looking glum until i found the laundry room in the basement. Yup, you guessed it. My interest in panties once again reared it's lacy head! I discovered that there was a lost and found there and it occasionally had panties in it! And so began my own first personal stash of lingerie. Under the third dryer from the end. Nobody ever looked there. Once in a while, i'd sneak a pair upstairs and slip it on in the bathroom. Wonderful, magical moments, stolen in hiding that usually had a sticky end. Fortunately, i could wash the panties with my clothes then hide them again. My favorite was a white pair of string bikini's with yellow trim and butterflies.

I wish i could say i still had them but i'm sure most of you ladies out there are familiar with the guilt cycle. Start with one pair, slowly collect a few more and suddenly you are rolling in panties. Then you get confused, feel like some diry little pervert and in a fit of tears, throw them all away with vows of "Never again"! Then a few days, weeks, months later the desire overcomes your new convictions and that first pair of panties is suddenly sliding through your fingers again and the cycle repeats. Sigh.

If you are nice, maybe i'll tell you about my first almost sex and my first almoster sex (with another person) tomorrow. If you don't cum, does it really count?

Bed time girls,

Sweet Dreams!

'bria

How about a quickie?

Hi there!

Getting ready for work and decided to post a quick picture i found last night. Why is it so much more fun to clean the house in uniform?

'Bria

Short post night!

Howdy folks,

I have about 25 minutes to post before the board shuts down for maintaining!

What shall we discuss? Aaah yes. Let's talk about Ms' Ally's beautiful voice! Have you heard her audio files? If so, have you heard the way she says panties? Wow. She adds color to the words as she speaks them. That's the best way to describe it. In her "Lessons", it's just incredible how the inflection of her words and the calm authority in her voice make one want to do exactly what she asks, instantly without question. Not because one fears her retribution but because the thought of disappointing her is heartbreaking! Of course, that's another pretty good reason why i'm a sissy!

If you haven't heard them I suggest you click as fast as your pretty painted fingernails can and find them on the Sissy School website.

I know that i'm not in the running for getting minutes with the mistress of my choice, i messed up on the daily post rule. So why bother? I keep posting here simply because Ms' Ally asked me to. If i won, i wouldn't know what to do on a call anyway! If i were given a choice, i'd merely ask for Ms' Ally to make an audio, just for me, something small and simple like " 'bria, this is Ms' Ally, I hope you have your pretty panties on!"

Ahh well, maybe when they formalize the audio center i can make a request then.

Truth be told, i'm also having fun! I've posted things here that i've never told anybody. I've said, only partially, in jest that it's like therapy. I've learned things about me that i didn't know. Something about articulating thoughts and partial ideas that have been rolling around in my head for years is liberating. Like bringing them into the light and examining them and letting them blossom or die on their own merits. Guess what, i'm pretty satisfied with what i've learned! One of my most vociferous detractors throughout my life has been me. Self confidence is a fleeting feeling for me but here i can say anything i want, the way i want! It's kinda nice!

I wonder if that's a common theme for other sissies. Maybe i'll do a poll.


How about it Ms' Ally, bonus points for sissy research? Just kidding!

Have sweet dreams!

'Bria

Colette's Observations

Good evening Ladies and other gentle readers!

On the SissySchool boards, colette wondered what my thoughts were on the following observation she made:

It seems that a fair amount of my days don't revolve around sissieness. Much of the time I spend doing my work, going out to movies, seeing shows( when I can afford them), or reading and listening to music. When I spend time with friends I'm not only doing the sissy thing. There is a lot of ways to feel pleasure and contentment outside of that venue.

There are as many types of sissies as there are syssies listed on the member list at the school. Each one has a valid and personal reason to behave the way they do. There are those like you who indulge occasionally, as the desire takes them, to some who live their entire lives as women. If you look around the internet, you will see hundreds of pages describing different stages of sissyness*. Some claim that each level is merely a stopping point on the road to surgery. Not surprisingly, i have an opinion on that.

You are who you are. Your body is your body. Your life is your life. If you are comfortable with just an occasional foray into petticoats and panties, then that's just right for you. I may have not have said this before but i'm a 'secret sissy'. I have a full time job that is hardly conducive to mini skirts and eye shadow. (Of course, i hardly have a body that's conducive to mini skirts but that's another story!)

There are many aspects of my life where painted finger nails aren't really appropriate. But that doesn't mean my toenails have to be bare too. Truth be told, i wear panties most days. (Have i mentioned that i really like panties?) Sometimes i paint my nails, sometimes i wear a cami under a heavy dress shirt or sweater. Sometimes i'll wear stockings or hose to work. Then again, sometimes i don't. Sometimes it's fun to be a little daring, sometimes it's nice to go to the Y and not have to hide the fact that my underwear isn't quite the traditional tighty whitey.

I'm sure i had a point in here somewhere.... Basically what i'm getting at is that your level of sissiness is purely up to you. It can be, if that's what you want, the end all be all of your live. Or it can be an occasional playtime enjoyment. Or anywhere in between.

Do what you wanna do. There's one caveat, however. If you know somebody that simply wouldn't be able to accept your lacy VS ( or Fredericks!) panties, and you value that relationship, don't put yourself in a position where you have to make a choice between the two.

There you have it. I'll probably get some flack about that last comment but, as i tried to say, everybody is entitled to be who they want to be, how they want to be it. If my way isn't your way, great! What a boring world it would be if it were!

Way too much thought....panty break! These look fun.....

A thousand pardons Ms' Ally,
things get a little hectic around 'bria's house on the weekends.

We left 'bria in a bit of a crisis. I was feeling like my predilection for panties was some huge moral evil and i was probably doomed to live as a pariah. Ok it wasn't that bad but i had some questions. Alas, college wasn't much help. You see, i spent 2 years in the dorms with at least three room mates. Whoa, hold up. Detour here.

From what i've read here on the blogs and in the forums and SissySchool, many of those posting would have considered living with three other boys to be heaven. The problem is, i really had no use for boys. Wow, that sounds snotty! Allow me to explain in my usual rambling fashion. My pursuits in high school were more geared towards reading, science, English and staying out of everybody's way. I had also gone from being the smallest kid in class to a rather chubby boy. At that time, boys who were quiet, chubby and shy were almost automatically labeled gay. The problem is, i wasn't. I'm still not, i've had 40 years to think about it and i'm reasonably sure of that.

So, i grew up with 4 sisters, a mother and a step father. My dad is extremely smart, very savy in business, moral, and is basically a good guy. He has little tolerance, however, for human errors. I don't think he realizes it to this day but he always came across as highly judgmental when correcting my lapses. I grew up with a vague feeling that nothing i did was ever good enough. What does this have to do with panties? This: i have always been more comfortable around women.

So, i started college with a desire to wear panties and was placed in a situation where i couldn't even do it occasionally. I was more familiar with things feminine and was now abandoned in a testosterone jungle i didn't understand. There was one respite, the laundry room!

Hmmmm. Didn't get very far into my story, did i? Ah, well. I'll get there eventually. We've got nothing but time.

'Bria

Good evening Ladies, and other gentle readers,

I'm sitting here tonight wondering what to write about. I have lots of ideas but it might be interesting to find out what you, if there are any of you out there, want to discuss. On the other hand, it's my blog, i can say anything i want! It's not like i'm trying to sell something. It's more like therapy. Hmmmmm.

I'll tell you about my sissy name. 'Bria is short for Muliebria. Actually, muliebria is a medical term that sounded like a good name for a girl and it means "a woman's genitalia". Now, the best thing about a muliebria is that it gives pleasure to a woman. So, in my mind a muliebria is something designed to give women pleasure. What better name could a sissy have. So, here i am, an object designed to provide pleasure to a woman. If the woman happens to want a foot massage, her dishes washed, her dog taken for a walk, or something to take out a frustrating day on, here i am! I'm available as a floor scrubber, sock sorter, whipping boy, and other more intimate things i'm very flexible!

So there you have it. A glimpse into the soul of a sissy. One of the many reasons why I have identified myself with sissiness (is that a word?). They say emulation is the sincerest form of flattery, at least i think they do. One of my motivations for being girly is my love to submit to the tiniest whims of women. I'd consider being a studly pool boy but there are aspects of my stature that don't lend themselves to that end of the servitude spectrum. If you get my meaning.

There are, of course, many other aspects of my choice to be a sissy. Maybe one day i'll share them. One easy one, and i'll let you know now, in case you haven't figured it out yet, is that i love panties, and most other lingerie, and dresses, and lipstick, and panties, and perfume, and nail polish, and lace, and satin, and pink, and silk, and more panties. Actually, my wife said that i have more panties than she does! I wouldn't mind sharing.....


So, here i sit, wearing my lingerie of the day, spilling out my deepest secrets to total strangers. What do i have on? White string bikinis that have flowers embroidered on them and a white satin camisole with lace around and spaghetti straps. It's what i wore to work today, under my rough boy clothes. The cami has little pink rosebuds in it where the straps meet the lace. Isn't that cute? Maybe tomorrow i'll wear a teddy!

Well, it's time to take the trash to the curb, i think it's late enough that i can go out in just my frillies! I live in the country and my nearest neighbor is about three quarters of a mile away.

Good night ladies, sweet dreams.......

'Bria

Oops, I'm getting behind!

Hi again Ladies, and everyone else,

I see that it's time to post again. Today seems like a good day to continue the story of how i sissied up.

So, i left off nearly getting caught wearing the pretty thong that i had gotten dirty. After my mom had left the room i quickly changed and cleaned them in the bathroom and put them under my bed to dry. I was much better at hiding my new found pleasure after that! I eventually tried on every pair of panties i could find.

Then i wondered what it would feel like to put on a bra too. As an aside, who the hell invented those things? There should have been an instruction manual printed on the inside! It took fifteen minutes to figure out that i could do the hooks in the front then spin it around. (I never claimed to be a smart kid) I pranced over to the mirror and checked myself out. Then socks went into the cups to give me some little boobies. They felt funny but looked nice!

At that point, there was no going back. I rushed over to the laundry basket again and pulled out a pair of nylons and a dress. Again, there should have been some instructions on those evil thnigs too! Fortunately i'd seen my mom and sisters putting them on before so i knew basically how to do it. There weren't too many holes and runs when i finally got them up. The feeling on my legs was electric. Like every square inch was being hugged at the same time. Then the dress went on. It was a pretty light blue with yellow flowers on it. It was a sun dress that had a collar like a shirt and my little sock cleavage barely pushed the buttons out but i felt wonderful. The way the skirt brushed around my legs when i twirled around was so erotic that i was soon required to make another cleaning expedition!

Over the few years until college, i gradually tapered off and wore them less and less, things had changed in the house, sisters moving on to college and there was less variety. I was also moved out of the laundry and into my oldest sisters bedroom so the opportunities to' prance' grew few and fewer.

Eventually, by the time i went to college myself, my dressing in ladies clothes had become nothing more than an vaguely uncomfortable memory. Somehow it felt that i was doing something dirty. I think it had to do with all the sneaking around and basically the morals of society at the time. The wonderful feelings were still there but had been turned from warm, happy moments into dirty little secrets.


Wow, what a bummer! Don't worry, our poor little protagonist gets over his hangups. Stay tuned...

'Bria


PS I said i would post the cutest pair of panties i've seen in a while today. I found them on eBay but i think they are already gone. Ahh well, it's more fun buying them in person anyway

Now, where was i.......?

Good evening ladies and Ladies and Gents,

Hope you all had a great day today! I worked my butt off. I stayed up way too late last night trying to get that single lonely picture uploaded. I finally gave up and then early, well for me anyway, this AM, clicked away and in 3 minutes it was up and posted. Sheesh. I found some examples of the panties i mentioned yesterday. I've tried to decide which type i prefer but each has it's own attractions.

The "cute little cotton hello kitty bikinis" are great for days when you want to be comfortable, warm and cuddly and still know that under your work clothes there's something cute and sexy that would shock (maybe) the people you're working with. When i want to feel girly i prefer a nice string bikini like these. And there's always the chance the distinctive panty line might show, and recognized! That hasn't happened to me, yet. Sort of a daring choice.

The "prim nylon granny panties" are what I wear on days that i should probably wear nasty old boy undies but can't bring myself to stoop that low! I can hide my panties (i just love saying that...my panties, panty, panty, p a n t i e s...I'd better stop, it's very odd to see a 40 year old man giggle) Grannies...even though they camouflage into boy clothes, are still shiny and slippery and, if i'm feeling particularly rebellious, i'll wear a thong under it. Why? It reminds me that i'm wearing panties and it always brings a smile when i'm reminded that i've got them on!! (Sorry ladies, the picture of me in my grannies won't upload right now, i'll try again later. I know how breathlessly you all are waiting for a picture of a big sissy in panties! LOL. Actually, i hope you do like them but i'm not planning to take this down any time soon, it's a turn on knowing that sexy, forceful ladies are looking at my pantyclad derrire and laughing!) 01-12-2006 update: The picture finally uploaded, that's me, picture taken yesterday. Scary.

Then there's the "flirty skirted thongs ". You know the type. They hold your...little friends...snugly, almost hiding them away while at the same time surrounding your waist with a fluffy layer of lace. It's such a thrill to walk down the hallway and feel the pretty lace. I've caught myself swinging my hips a little more as i walk, just to get that feeling. Once again, a reminder that i'm wearing panties! It's also a thrill to watch the woman in front and wonder if my panties are sexier or cuter than hers!


I also like the "bun hugging lacy stretchy lacy boy cuts". These are great when i want to feel the girly feeling all over my rear. The feeling as i sit in them or walk always makes me wonder if everybody can see them! After all, something that causes this much physical sensation in me must be glaringly obvious to all the ladies!



That's all the time i have right now, i'll have to show you the cutest pair of panties i found on ebay last night later.
I'll continue my saga of the budding sissy then too.

This is fun!

Thanks again Ms' Ally, for your encouraging words.

'Bria

That wasn't too bad!

Ms' Ally says the nicest things! Thank you very much for your kind support, i can see that your personality is as charming as your voice is enchanting! Wow, after reading it, that last might sound a just a tiny bit over the top, but only until you hear her voice! Ms' Ally posted a new audio file yesterday and she had me wishing i was there just watching her say "panties"!

Ooh there's that word... p a n t i e s s s sss. What a wonderfully sissy word! Whether it brings to mind cute little cotton hello kitty bikinis or prim nylon granny panties (which have a thrill all their own!), or flirty skirted thongs or bun hugging lacy stretchy lacy boy cuts,or any other sexy silky style(insert your favorite here) just the sound i hear as it caresses my tongue when i say "panties" arouses my little friend with anticipation! In case you were wondering, i seem to have a fondness for girly underwear. Which brings me back to my previous topic, how a middle aged man came to enjoy dressing up like a lady.

Let me preface this next part by saying that i was somewhat of a nerd as a kid. I liked to read fantasy stories more than playing football so i didn't have any experience with locker room talk with the boys and new nothing about girls, except for sisters. Anyway, i remember one night, i was around fifteen or sixteen, having trouble sleeping and feeling restless and i decided to do a little prospecting in the laundry basket. There on top i found a sexy little thong that belonged to my oldest sister. Of course, i put it on and instantly got excited, or was it the other way around? All i remember is that while lying there in my bed, there was excitement and panties and a little rubbing and then suddenly a very interesting, weird feeling that i'd never felt before and a rather disturbing mess...in my sisters panties. That's right ladies, i had my first orgasm while wearing panties.
The problem was, i didn't know that it was an orgasm at the time, i thought i might have broken something. I also wondered if maybe i could break it again! I cleaned up and went to bed and slept like a baby.
The next night i tried the same thing and dog gone if it didn't work again! The problem was, i fell asleep. Still wearing panties. Keep in mind that my room doubled as a laundry. Oh, and i sleep hot and have a tendency to kick my covers off at night....... So my mom walkes in to get some clean clothes and my back side was sticking out from under the covers. She shrieked and i jumped, quickly covered my butt and started to think up a good excuse. Fortunately, i was wearing a thong again and it was wedged in and not visible so all i got was a lecture on hygiene. Whew!!!


Ms' Ally said that people might want a look at what happens when one dresses a sissy man in pantyhose (seems a shame to add the "hose" part on the end of that glorious word!) So here i am, in all my sissy glory. Please keep in mind that nobody, besides my wife, has ever really seen me dressed up. I'm wearing my favorite, and first, outfit. You can't see it but i have a little bonnet on as well.

That's it for this evening, tune in tomorrow for another exciting episode.........Sweet dreams!

My very first post!

Hi there,

Welcome to my Blog. I'm brand new at this so please bear with me as i get my feet wet here. First off, let me inform you that this blog was started as an assignment from Ms' Ally at SissySchool.com, so if that bothers you, thanks for checking me out and thanks for dropping by! If you are still interested, i'll tell you a little about how i got started being a Sissy and maybe a little about how i prepared myself for this exercise. I started it a day late but hidden sissies need to be careful!

Here's a link to their site, be sure to check out the audio files, the mistress have the sexiest voices! http://www.sissyschool.com/

I'm a 40 year old male and really didn't know that there was a group of people interested in the feminization of males until a couple of years ago. Isn't the internet a wonderful source of info? I grew up a normal kid, but I had four sisters, two older and two younger, so most of my play revolved around girlish occupations instead of more male pastimes. I don't know if that had an effect on how I am now, but it probably does. Not that i have any problems with it, that's just one of the things i think got me on this road.
I also had the laundry in my bedroom, so i had access to all sorts of sexy things. I think i tried on my first pair of panties when i was thirteen or so. I always saw them there in the basket and, being an inquisitive kid, picked up a pair one day and felt how nice it felt and wondered how it would feel if i were to put them on. They were wonderful, so soft and silky with lots of lace and of course, pink.

Hmm, should i post about shopping fun? Or, perhaps about going out.....

I was going to post some more today, but a girl has to have some secrets to keep the avid reader enticed! More tomorrow!

'Bria