i love retro glamour so much - here's my own take on it, it made me feel very femme fatale, or at least the sissy gurl version of...you can also see how small and tight my red ribbon is :) xox lissie
Strict ribbon chastity! Dedicated to Miss D
***Please vote in my poll!***Under Miss D’s advice and to help my further femming I have been only allowed to orgasm as a gurl: more specifically now I have to have my clitty tied up tight with ribbon, ride my dildo like a sexy gurl and rub the tip of my clitty with one finger only.
This means no easy lazy boy orgasms: I haven’t had cummies for four days now but tonight got too much – I had a very pretty white satin nightie on, some new ribbon to try out, and a pussy that was aching to be filled.
So I did it: my clitty couldn’t get big or hard because it was tied so tightly: the feeling wasn’t painful at all just strange as it focused all my aroused attention on my pussy. My hips are sore from riding it and straddling so wide, but I feel again very slinky sexy and gurly, that just-been-well-fucked look : )
As a wise lady said, this shows that I AM a gurl – no male would ever do this or even be able to orgasm like this, and it also shows that gurls like me can be sexual and sexy and still retain our effeminacy in our most intimate spots.
I do wonder if men find it more or less erotic than having it unwrapped and um, rampant as opposed to couchant shall we say?
And all I could think about was being filled at both ends while looking just as pretty as I can…omigod I need it bad lol…
Xox Kayla.
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I’m feeling really blah tonight – worked all femme and feel nice but my confidence got shot to pieces when I walked into a 7-11 to get some stuff and the young local morons with nothing better to do started the insults. I’m mature and brave enough to normally just sweep by and ignore it, but it kind of got to me tonight. I think it’s one of the first times I’ve had a girlish fear reaction to tough guys instead being ready to joke, run, or fight my way out of it lol…
…ah well. I’m sure others have had worse. Maybe I’m feeling a little guilty because my changing will affect other people’s lives, and that’s what has thrown me (not an emotion I’m used to at all lol). But I’m feeling a little shaky.
I’m also feeling proud because I’ve been working on some very sissy lil gurl shots tonight. I’m just going to post one pic because they are really supposed to be for a project post that Miss Dee is kindly helping me with. Actually thinking of the support I have from wonderful people on here and in my real life I’m feeling a lot better.
And these local kids will be in jail soon enough anyway lol…
So with peace, love, truth and beauty I wish you all a good night from freezing cold old M-town.
xox lissa.
Girdled for bed, in my favourite heavy satin long black nightgown and red bra & knickers, do you think I will make men’s cocks hard?
I was wondering tonight, what is the purpose of a sissy? Obviously to serve and train and behave, but as Miss D pointed out, the end purpose of transforming is to become a fetish sissy pleasure doll for men: tiny waist, big breasts, lingerie, and things like long red acrylic nails. Do you remember the old Forced Womanhood magazine covers?
I have admitted my fate and am posting some pics of me ready for bed and my hour’s plugging (and if I can’t stop, a sissy anal orgasm). I know I can’t hide forever so I might as well get some practise – it makes me quiver to think of men looking at them and getting hard.
And the big question dear readers, am I to go blonde? I have done the goth-rock black for years and it is akin to changing religions…but I know it will further sissify me in public, and make me more into a playboy bunny type sissy slut.
If I wait till I’m ready I never will be. Thanks Miss D, and all commenters: I crave feedback and will reply too.
xo lissa
My boned, lace up girdle; “Caresse” label (circa 1960’s); and my dildo and piggy tail plug.
Rather than moan about my late night having to be a punk rock boy (albeit still in panties, eye makeup, and wearing legwarmers over my tight girl’s jeans) and then describe my return home, 3 glasses of wine, fours hours laced in to my girdle awake and then five hours asleep, divided by a powerful anal orgasm (second now!) while bouncing up and down on my pluggy in girdle, panties and nightie.
I was pretending I was astride a powerful daddy with his big hands on my hips, one of my smooth hands holding my dildo up to my mouth, the other rubbing the area behind my sissy plums, again not touching my clit beyond a peremptory few rubs….
And again being a sissy faggot and licking up all my sissy cream…
…I thought I’d do a quick list summarizing my sissy progress on the eve of the end of the week.
Days in bra and panties – 7
Days in lip gloss and clear nail polish - 7
Days fully shaved and tweezed - 6
Days in pantyhose or leggings (vicious winter here!) - 7
Days in elastic girdle – 4
Evenings in boned vintage girdle – 4
Nights (asleep) in boned girdle - 1
Times spent at least 1 hour plugged – 4
Times swallowing cum – 4
Stroked orgasms – 2
Anal orgasms – 2
Times working fully femmed -1
Times embarrassed getting fuel at petrol station – 1
Current weight – 73 kilo/160 lbs
Height – 177cm/5’10”
Waist ungirdled – 81cm/32”
Waist girdled – 72cm/30” at narrowest part
I am feeling more and more femmed and know I have little choice in the matter as my true sissy gurl nature comes forth. As Miss D put it, “so it is all for the best that you become sexually adapted to being a gurl anyway”. And following Master X’s Sissy Master rules my having to swallow cum everytime I orgasm just reinforces that fact. I’m scared and excited and worried and feeling sexy, all because I know I’m truly not male anymore but something else.
xox melissa.
I must have been having some very sissy dreams last night! Between that and my humiliating new obsession with finding cock to suck, I woke up pantieless and with my nightie up around my nipples, and with my sissy stick very excited *blush*. I wanted to cum so badly but I knew I’d have to do it with my pluggy in and then lick it up after if I wanted to follow Sissy Master’s rules.
I am very lazy and woolly headed in the morning, so I almost turned over and went back to sleep for the half hour I had left before the alarm went off.
But I got to thinking about how dominant and manly Master X would be (I picture him in leather trousers and teeshirt, carrying a penis gag in his hand) and how much his rules and assignments both help and excite me. And then of course I just couldn’t help myself: I got my plug and dildo out of the bedside table, put the dildo in my mouth, and put a lubed condom on the plug.
Lying on my back and spreading my legs, I imagined a Master Daddy pushing my plug in while he was calling me a “cocksucking sissy”, and the strangest thing happened -as my piggy plug popped all the way in, and the lace ruffle and satin of my nightie brushed my nipples, I had a sudden shuddering orgasm and came all over my tummy (lucky I didn’t sleep in my boned girdle last night!) without once ever touching my dickie…
This is the first time this has ever happened to me (and I have played with my dildo on the odd occasion up there) and omigod, it made me feel both humiliated and penetrated, but so feminine and submissive and not altogether in control of my body. I sort of both fear and love what is happening, and I did remember to scoop up all of my warm sissy cream with my fingers and deposit it in my mouth.
This is what is happening to me…I have cum only three times since starting to apply some of the rules.
I am still girdling and felt really full very quickly eating dinner last night, and my posture has improved lol: I was thinking about maybe keeping a record here of my weight and waist measurements but am not sure if it’s totally vain and off-putting to people.
Oh and more minor sissy humiliation at work today (I was in a very manly environment to do a job), with my plucked eyebrows, nude lip gloss and hair in a little girl’s hair tie – do you remember the sort that are an elastic band with two plastic bobbles attached? The ones on this hair tie are pink cubes with coloured hearts on them, so very cute and sissy. And because I am girdling I have to wear my work pants cinched high on my waist now otherwise they fall down to mid hip.
I feel like I am changing both my persona and features - for the better ultimately - although there is fear and trepidation involved as well. I am beginning to wonder if I should change my name to reflect this other change? I am casting around for suggestions but I really like Melissa (Lissa, sissy lissie): what do you think? xox
LATER
I have followed some sound advice and put up a collarme.com profile, "misslissie": i wonder if i'll get a message? xox
I found my old lace up, boned girdle – waist training begins in earnest
I was SO obsessing about cock last night, wishing I had gone back to the adult book store. So I looked some more at Sissy Master’s, Annika’s, and Miss D’s blogs and then looked at Julie’s links…I’m ashamed to admit it but I downloaded one of the cocksucking hypnosis mp3s to my ipod. I was a such a horny little faggot sissy that I got on my bed and slowly pushed in my plug, put my purple dildo in my mouth and turned my ipod on.
Again it was an education: using my hands to keep my pussy and mouth full was becoming more important than stroking my sissy dickie, and I almost squealed out loud when I was writhing my hips pushing on my plug and I lifted my nightie to play with my nipples.
Omg, I came soooo much cream onto my tummy and chest – and then had to spoon it all up with my fingers and deposit it in my mouth, a task I’m still finding confronting. I wonder why? I’m not a huge fan of the taste, but otherwise it’s fine.
Two other interesting things happened today: I was slightly mortified to be daydreaming about giving head to one of the workmen at the roadworks I was stuck at, but I am happy to report that on going through some old bags and boxes I found some very cute things: a black net and lace peignoir with red ribbon trim, and my old boned lace-up girdle I thought I had lost. Who says you should ever throw clothes out?
So I’m more excited than a Pointer Sister: I’ve been obsessing about breast cream and figure training all week (thanks to Sissy Master and Annika) and now I have a very rigid waist trainer to sleep in and wear when I’m not driving too much.
Otherwise I’ve still been wearing my elastic girdle both yesterday and today. Since Saturday I have been using hand & nail cream, depilating, wearing gloss and mascara.
I’m wearing panties, bra and pantihose everyday, doing my hair in a girlish up do and worked completely as a sissy last night (no real woman wears those dresses anymore!)
I am now starting figure training and practising sucking cock, cumming only when absolutely necessary so I don’t have to swallow too often. But then it’s just saved up as a bigger load…I’m turning further and further into a faggot sissy bitch…
LATER
Call me a pussy, but I only lasted 4 hours with girdle today. Bits of me hurt! I guess I’ll get more used to it. But I did get some nice pics J
OMG!!! As you can see I was hurting - I couldn’t wait any longer, so I undressed halfway, put red plumping (nudge nudge!) lipstick and sissy ribbon on, and put a condom on my sissy stick and my “piggy” buttplug…I slowly lowered down onto it while looking at some of Sissy Julie’s flash pics (OMG u r 1 dirty gurl heehee) and thinking about Sissy Master’s rules and if I could go through with it…
After 3 solid days of abstinence I was so horny; and feeling so girlish dressed and prepared as I was.
I couldn’t wait and held my breath as I rocked on the edge of my chair, playing with my nipples – I knew it wouldn’t be long, but I was trying to avoid touching my dickie so I could cum like a real sissy girl…
I was right – it didn’t take long J
And then the delicious humiliation of pouring the big load of cream onto my dildo and licking (and sucking) it clean…
Will have more reflections tomorrow but I am spent right now…and I can still taste cum.
xox
These are pics of my shaped brows, sissy ribbon, and pretty white panties – taken today.
Woke up and made coffee today: I was wandering round the kitchen in a pink and white chiffon babydoll nightie, with big full cut white satin panties on underneath (very comfy nightwear!) I like bigger panties at night (more room to breathe) and tighter tucking panties during the day. These white ones are very translucent too, looking down I can just make out the outline of my dickie-ribbon, and one can’t help but notice my red toenails too…
Yesterday in the supermarket my (GG) partner and I had a small contretemps over buying pantihose: her foot came down over buying the expensive pairs, and she told me that real girls wore the cheaper brands under trousers and for everyday use. So (ignoring the funny looks from others around) had to squat down and pick three pairs of everyday control top pantyhose in nude, bronze, and dark.
It was only when I got home that I realised I had been flashing the back waistband of my red satin panties everytime my jeans rode down …yikes!
So for today my goals are to re-shape my brows thinner again, shave off my tiny little stripe of hair above my sissy stick, and repaint my toenails in pink. As it’s a Sunday, maybe I’ll even do my fingernails.
Wondering: do other sissies use/like/wear clitty ribbons? I think it reinforces pansy sissyness when one’s major male characteristic is imprisoned and decorated in such a girlish fashion. Also do many other sissies wear bras all day? I have a couple of spaghetti strap, soft cup bras that are almost invisible under shirts but still feel very femmy: they make great day wear.
Questions: does anyone know the efficacy of breast/nipple creams? I don’t mind if they are slow acting, just intrigued to know if they work. And is it safe to wear a buttplug for six hours or so? As we know all sissies should be tucked, plugged and pantied J
I still haven’t dared to suck a cum covered dildo, maybe today is the day…
LATER –
Have done my brows:
Am completely hairless, wearing ribbon, and a very pretty Lovable white nylon & lace bra and panty set:
Oh and I also repainted my toenails a bright shiny hot pink too!
So off to bed soon wearing a very pretty teal short nightie with lots of ribbon and lace trim, wondering if there’s a Daddy out there thinking ‘bout a sissy like me…
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!
