I am very happy today: my suspender belt to match my Pleasure State White Label "Pin-up" panties arrived! They are in a beautiful pink jacquard satin with really pretty black lace, here’s a couple of pics:
And I will be doing my own pics in them very soon lol…maybe have to get the matching bra as well: I do love a matching set because only the most feminine of girls worry about matching their underwear…
Xox Kayla
This is a place for my sissy confessional diary – and some pics and fiction too.
(These are some pictures of me over the last 3 years)
Ever since I was very little I have loved women’s clothing – I loved tea parties with my cousins; high heels and lipstick, stockinged legs and perfume on my Aunties and so forth.
I was caught by my parents when I was 11 – in a black satin teddy with lace sides and ribbon detail around the bustline, and black pantihose belonging to my mother, and years of shame and burying my obsession followed, with the odd foray into my mother’s wardrobe (poor lady!)
When I was 17 it became again too much to bury, and I stole a pair of my friend’s mother’s panties: delicate pale blue stretch satin bikini with lace trim around the waist. Ever since then I have been addicted to panties: the soft girlish feeling of slippery satin, nylon, lace; the zigzag stretch stitching around the edges, the frills of lace or ribbon bows proclaiming the wearer a prissy delicate darling.
Finally in my twenties I blossomed and fell in love witch suspenders and stockings, bras and heels as well. I had a couple of girlfriends who helped me a lot, and for a stage I was living at home as a girl, working in pants and tight sweaters with bra, panties, and stockings underneath.
I was still going out dressed a lot, and keeping my real hair in a long feminine style and dyed jet black. I still wore panties and slept in pretty nighties. And was experimenting with fooling around with men…
A couple of fumbling fondlings and one or two nice penetrations later, I gave up and enjoyed my fashionista sista existence by night and drab clothes by day, working hard at well, work, and house things.
Now again I feel the pull – I am shaved all over, wearing cute bra, panties and hose all day. I am keeping my toenails painted and eyebrows plucked, fingernails shaped and clear-glossed. I even wore mascara and small a-cup breast forms out of the house this week, and keep a precious pink ribbon tied around my sissy stick.
It is time to admit it – to my shame I am not just a courageous cute cross dresser who loves ladies; I am a sissy faggot bitch who craves cum and cock much more than a real girl. I need to replace all my grown up ladies clothes with girlish teen frillies, and sissy ruffles.
I want to be trained by Daddy to stretch my pussy with plugs, only take off my frilly training bra three times a day to rub breast cream on, and have my sissy peenie wrapped tightly in ribbons, or in a plastic cock cage. I want Daddy or Master to decide whether my hair stays long and tied in ribboned pigtails, or is cut short at the back and long at the front to be more like one of Prissie’s sissies.
I want delicious masterful big penises spraying cum on my cheeks and lips, or down the back of my silky ruffled panties so I go home dirty – or for Daddy to wank while I hold out the front of my panties, and watch as he cums all over my ribbon-tied sissy dickie.
I need to be changed and re-named and made into a proper gay sissy gurl, sit astride Master’s lap and kiss his manly face, and admit I’m just a cock loving pretty poufy sissy. I need to stare up at Daddy with tears streaking my mascara and my puffy pink lips wrapped around his big dick.
Oh I’m so ashamed!
